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tickly-lavender · 2 months ago
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it’s missing her hours
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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 year ago
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[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#jrwi riptide spoilers#JUST NOTICED A MILLION MISTAKES FUUUUUUUUCK BUT WWHATEVERRRRR IF I STARE AT THIS ANYMORE IM GONNA HHUURRRLLL#SO I REALLY LIKE FISH AND CHIPS RIGHT. IVE BEEN IN LOVE W THE SHIP EVER SINCE THAT NAT 20 KISS#BUT I THINK I SHIP IT WRONG. OR LIKE. I AM CORRECT BUT EVERYONE SHIPS THEM DIFFERENTLY#THE FISH N CHIPS I SEE EVERYWHERE ELSE IS SO FLOWERY AND SWEET AND ROMANTIC. AND THATS NICE! THAT STUFFS NEAT#but gillion and chip would NEVERRRR enter anything similar to a romantic relationship. chips too damaged and gillions too uninterested#I LIKE MY FISH N CHIPS ONE SIDED AS FUCK#bc 2 gillion chip is his best friend in the whole wide world but hes also kinduvagross little man that took him a MINUTE to really warm up2#but to CHIP gillion is this powerful and gorgeous and heroic paragon of destiny and his best friend in the whole world who will#bring about the eschaton. 'i didnt believe in destiny until i met you' until i met a champion radiating with a light thatll alter the world#OHH REMEMBER THE FIRST ICE ARENA?he was so mad.still probably shaking from the ordeal.NEVER had he felt true divine radiance CLEAVE through#his SOUL like that.do you remember that moment in the forest w the bugs. an alien from the ocean; lacerating the land w lightning#when the realization flickered in chip for a moment.that the thing standing before him was more powerful than he could ever fathom#remember when grizz mentioned that the nat20 kiss was the 'best kiss chip ever experienced'. that has nothing to do w this. where was i.#LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. BUT HEY. I THINK at the beginning chip absolutely knew that gill was smth grand n powerful n scary#when gillion revealed what exactly the prophecy was;chip got defensive and mad.sure he was sleep deprived but OOH. HES SCARED!#he believes gillion too! he believes that his destiny is to eradicate either the sea or land and that scares him!#but then he gets past it bc ultimately he trusts his bestfriend gillion so so much. he fuckin loves this dude.#he would throw himself intothe path of fire for this dude. he would boat across the ocean for this dude.he would build arenas for this dude#even if this dude will end half the world.even if this dude wields the power and the obligation to eradicate him at any second.#even if this dude is going to throw himself into harms way for his own comrades.even if this dude is just going to sacrifice himself.#one way or another one shall die for the other.these self-sacrificial bastards click so well with eachother!!#chip believes his body is best used to pave roads and gill believes his body is destined to pave prosperity.WHATEVER!!#i really love their dynamic!! they care for eachother so much!in MY heart tho. the icing on the cake here is the fantasy that chip is#just a bit more In Love w gillion than he realizes. like this powerful fish guy is HOT and PRETTY and KIND and FUNNY and LOYAL and STRONG#but gillion would never rly feel that same sort of attraction towards chip. its just not rly his thing. aroace as fuck man.#thats how it is in MY little heart atleast. and i sit here and play w my touys in my brain n i explore my silly lil one sided fish y chips.
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moon-fics · 20 days ago
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So I dont know if this is your style but I figured I lose nothing by asking!
I have been really wanting to see a Bob Floyd x reader, baby announcement using B.O.B (since hangman calls him Baby on Board) like reader wear a shirt with BOB right on the stomach as a hint to either the dagger squad or Bob himself and it takes way to long for people to get it 🤣 just a thought!
Your fic's have been a saving grace for my Lewis Pullman hyper fixation!
I love this idea! It's so cute and I KNOW the dagger squad would be so excited.
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You cannot believe you let Jake and Nat convince you of this. Is the idea cute? Yes. Will this put a smile on Bob's face? Also, yes. So, in theory, this is a good idea. It's witty and adorable, which Bob loves.
Except you've been standing next to him the entire night, and he hasn't mentioned it. It's gotten to a point where Nat pointed at your shirt a complimented it in hopes Bob realizes. He, instead, complimented it as well.
It's comedic and torturous. You want so badly for him to figure it out on his own, but you aren't sure he will. It's not because he's stupid; he's far from that. He's just a little oblivious to the hint you're dropping. In other words, he's not picking up what you're putting down.
You haven't had a lick of alcohol either, of course, for the baby's sake. However, that can't even be seen as a hint, either, because you don't get drunk on the regular. So, you're stuck hoping something will click in his brain.
"Hey, you're looking a little different," Jake says. Your eyes snap to him with a glare that could kill him where he stands. Jake's eyes are darting between you and Bob with an expression that can only say 'come on, man'. You quickly realize he's trying to aid the process. "Have you been doing anything new?" He says with a smirk.
"A lot more cardio," You say through gritted teeth. Bob's attention has already been grabbed by the conversation. His eyes were bouncing back and forth. "I thought this shirt really showed that off." You cannot be anymore clearer.
"You do look amazing," Bob agrees with a sparkle in his eyes. "You've been glowing recently," He adds with a smile.
"Yeah, I just find it weird she's wearing a shirt with your call sign on it," Natasha finally joins in. She plants the butt of her pool stick on the ground as her investment in the topic grows. "Y'know, it reminds me of those stickers people put on their cars. What's it stand for again?" She taps her chin.
"Oh, baby on board," Bob answers with a nod. You want to slam your head into a wall. He is right on the money, and yet, he is somehow using it as printer paper. "I always thought those were cute," He chuckles. Natasha and Jake are left staring at him with amusement.
Bob turns towards you and glances at your shirt for the thirty-first time tonight. His smile drops after a few seconds, and his eyes widen. They flicker to lock with yours, and there's a question on his tongue he can't quite get out.
"Is that what it means?" He asks loudly. He already knows the answer, but he just needs to hear you say it.
"Yeah, it is." You can't stop the grin from growing on your face as his eyes light up. The moment he knows the answer, he's lifting you off the ground. His arms are tight around your torso, and you can hear his laughter.
"I'm going to be a father!" He cheers while placing you back down. Bob's enthusiasm gathers the attention of the rest of the dagger squad. Everyone besides Jake and Natasha is surprised. They all let out a few congratulations while clinking their drinks together.
"Fucking finally. I was starting to think I'd have to just straight up tell him," Jake jokes with a slight nudge to your arm.
"I would have snapped his arm for ruining the surprise," Natasha steps up next to him. Before she can say anything else, Bob is pulling you away. He's already heading out of the bar with a mission in mind.
"Honey, where are we going?" You ask in a sing-song voice.
"I just found out my wife is pregnant. I'm spending the rest of my life pampering you," He says while pulling out the car keys. He says that as if he doesn't already do that. However, you won't say anything to argue against him. You know it's pointless.
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marvelfilth · 1 year ago
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A glimpse of you (18+)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, oral, fingering, pet names
Summary: She looks down at her chest where your head rests, your back pressed neatly against her front, and smiles when she sees you fast asleep. And then she gasps, because the image twists abruptly, and now you're no longer asleep, but panting, your cheeks red, your forehead glistening with sweat. Wanda's hand moves between your legs, the wet noises her fingers make as they plunge deep inside you make her shudder.
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Sometimes, Wanda sees the future.
The glimpses catch her off guard, always appearing without a warning, always vague and always too short to properly comprehend. She only understands them once they come true, after hours of contemplation. That doesn't apply to you.
The first vision you bring her is short and simple to understand - a glimpse into a few days after the New Year's, you, laughing at some silly joke, and her, watching you from afar with a content smile on her lips.
It brings her a sense of comfort. A sense of peace.
The second vision brings nothing, but trouble.
She's late to one of Team-bonding nights Steve made everyone attend, and you're already there, sitting on the floor with your legs tucked under you. She walks up to you, intending to sit by your side, only to gasp when a vision hits her just as her hand comes to rest on your shoulder.
Your face is a mess of mascara and tears, you lips red and swollen, wide open, with saliva and who knows what else dripping down your chin.
She blinks out of it, nearly falling to the floor. You look at her with concern in your eyes, frowning. She struggles to breathe, avoiding your eyes, her face burning with shame.
“What's wrong?” Your voice rings in her ears.
What's wrong? It echoes insides her head and she shuts her eyes forcefully, but the image of you on your knees is still there.
She manages a strangled smile, one that does nothing to convince you, and abruptly walks away, planting herself on the couch near Sam instead.
She avoids you for the rest of the week, hiding in her room. The image of you on your knees for her, your pupils blown with arousal, haunts her, makes her treacherous fingers skim past her underwear and slide inside.
She would be the last to admit her attraction to you, no matter what Nat says about you returning her feelings. The spy claims she sees what the witch doesn't, but her words were never enough for Wanda to muster up the courage to admit her feelings. Now, though, she knows for sure. Her visions are always true.
The information makes her chest flutter. You will be hers. Soon.
Another vision hits her months later, when she finally got over the first one, finally able to stay in your vicinity without completely drenching her panties.
You're cuddling on her bed, watching one of those slashers you're so obsessed with. She grinds her jaw every time you comment on how hot the lead actress is. But then, long after midnight when the movie is almost over, you grow quiet, your body limp in her arms. She looks down at her chest where your head rests, your back pressed neatly against her front, and smiles when she sees you fast asleep.
And then she gasps, because the image twists abruptly, and now you're no longer asleep, but panting, your cheeks red, your forehead glistening with sweat. Wanda's hand moves between your legs, the wet noises her fingers make as they plunge deep inside you make her shudder. Your tank top is pushed down to reveal your supple breasts, pink nipples glistening with her saliva. She pinched one between her fingers, enjoying the way your back arches, your ass pressing against her pelvis.
The vision disappears as quickly as it came, leaving her out of breath and painfully aroused. She gulps, praying her hammering heart does not wake you, her hands hovering over you, unsure.
She closes her eyes, biting her lip hard. She needs to get a grip before she does something she'll regret.
But you're right there, nestled between her legs. The tank top is the one from the vision. She can see your hardened nipples strain against the fabric.
Would it be so bad to tug it down and touch? You will be hers soon, she knows it, so what would it matter if she gets a glimpse before it happens? She hisses in a breath, fighting with herself. It isn't right, but the temptation is too strong.
She'll just look, she decides. One small peak to satisfy her curiosity. It won't be any different from seeing one of her visions, she tells herself.
Slowly her fingers clasp the hem of your top, gently tugging it down. She licks her lips, swallowing down a moan when she finally sees your perfect breasts, so soft and oh so perfect.
How can she help herself now?
She cups your left breast, enjoying the weight of it in her hand, and squeezes softly, her thumb circling your perky nipple. You shift between her legs, burrowing your face in the crook of her neck, and sigh contentedly. She lets out a breath, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her other hand playing with the hem of your shorts almost unconsciously.
She'll stop herself before she gets too far, she's sure of it.
A thought occurs in her head, and she releases your breast and licks her thumb, coating it in her spit. It's not the same as having her mouth on you, but it's the next best thing, so she presses her wet thumb against your nipple, smearing her saliva.
You whine in your sleep, and she sees your legs clench. She startles, and grips you harder, making your hips buckle.
“Shh,” she whispers in your ear, pressing a wet kiss just under it, “it's alright, kitten. It's just a dream.” She can't stop herself now, continuing a wet path of kisses down your throat, biting gently at the juncture of your neck. “Fuck,” she breathes, when you arch into her, your breast spilling from her hand. Her fingers disappear under the waistband of your shorts.
She closes her eyes tightly when she's met with slick, wet heat, her finger gently circling your clit, teasing. You gasp, your brows furrowed, but you don't wake, mumbling something incomprehensible in your sleep.
“Good girl,” she praises your sleeping form, daring to push her fingers inside, stretching your tight pussy around her long digits. “Good fucking girl,” she rasps, panting in your ear, grinding against your ass in search of relief.
She finds the right angle, buckling her hips and thrusting inside you. Slowly and carefully. Holding you tight against her front.
You can't wake up, not now.
Your whines turn into strangled moans and your hips move against her hand. She savour the sight of you. You're hers.
Your cunt clenches as you come, your breathing short and ragged. She's follows suit, burrowing her face in your hair, her walls clenching around nothing.
You turn in her arms, throwing your leg over her hips, and her hand slips out of your shorts. You look so perfect like this, your chest rising with each panting breath you take, your nipples begging for her mouth. Your face scrunches up when she presses her thigh between her legs, and you try to move away, but she doesn't let you. She touches your lower lip with her wet fingers, and pushes inside the heat of your mouth.
“Good kitten,” she whispers feverishly, “You did good, my darling.”
You sag against her, and she feels your wetness drip down her leg. Wands frowns, feeling an undeniable evidence of what she's done.
You'll have questions when you wake up.
That simply won't do.
She shifts, placing you on her pillows, pushing your hair away from your face. She hovers over you, drinking in the sight.
She kisses your chest once, twice, thrice and now she can't stop herself. She needs to worship.
She takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, and moans around it. So fucking perfect. She stays playing with your breasts, nibbling and sucking and licking, leaving it red and wet with her spit.
Your shift away, and she pushes up on her elbows, watching your eyes flutter. Panic explodes in her chest. She rises, face to face with you, and watches your eyes open.
“Wands?” You mumble, your eyes falling shut again.
“It's alright, baby, go back to sleep,” she cooes, nuzzling your cheek, “it's just a dream.”
You nod sleepily, and turn to lay on your stomach, snoring lightly.
She waits a few moments, watching you sleep, and battles with herself. She almost got caught, should she continue?
She licks her lips, and traces patterns at the low of your back. She can't leave you like this now, she decides.
She tugs down your shorts along with your underwear, and pushes a pillow under your hips, gulping when she finally sees your drenched pussy, your pink lips glistening with arousal.
She doesn't waste another moment and presses her mouth against your heat, moaning at the taste. You shudder, your whimpers muffled against the pillow, but she can't be stopped now. She licks your folds, drinking in your wetness, her tongue circling your entrance. She pushes inside without a second thought, and presses her thumb against your clit.
You're simply devine.
Her tongue moves inside you, filling you up, and you're so close already, she can feel your walls clenching around the wet muscle. She hums, palmimg your ass hard enough to leave a bruise, and plays with your clit. Wetness gushes out of you and she cleans you right up, starved.
She licks her way out of your tight cunt, sucking in your clit and pushing her finger inside instead. You moan loudly, grinding against her face, and with one last thrust you come, shaking in her hold.
She pulls out carefully, pressing tiny kisses to your folds, collecting the last bits of your arousal, before sliding your shorts and underwear back up. She wipes her mouth, not bothering to hide her wide smile and lays down beside you, almost purring when you latch onto her.
She pulls you against her chest, enveloping you in her arms, and closes her eyes. She'll worry about the consequences tomorrow.
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natalianovnas · 18 days ago
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༄ `. 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓
summary : you finally decided to spell outloud your feelings for the redhead but got turned down - not that something else was expected but it still hurt. what happens when you actually give someone else the attention you used to give to natasha too?
genre : S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!nat x S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!reader
warnings : light angst, slightly cold nat.
words count : 2k || masterlist
an : based off this request from @natkisser :) thank you & i hope that goes up to your expectations bcs i feel like this doesn't make sense & it's frustrating. i've been rewriting this since yesterday and i'm still not proud of how it turned out tbh. (could still rewrite it if you dont like it.)
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📍INT. S.H.I.E.L.D. BASE MORNING – CAFETERIA
SHIELD's Base cafeteria was buzzling with agents in most corners. Natasha had been sat on her usual spot by the window and as always, you appeared out of nowhere, ready to make her day full of yourself around.
Sliding a paper cup across the table, you stated. “Black. No sugar. Just how you like it.”
Natasha didn’t look up from the mission file she was scanning. “You always remember.”
You smiled nonetheless, leaning your hip against the table. “Someone’s gotta take care of you.”
“Mm,” Natasha hummed, taking a slow sip. “You do realize this borders on bribery, Agent.”
“I like to think of it as… pre-mission charm.”
Natasha glanced up briefly. A small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. But it was gone just as quickly as it came.
“Thanks,” She said quietly.
There were things unspoken between the two of you — never uttered in briefings, never acknowledged in sparring matches, never brought up in quiet corners of helicarriers or during the hush of night between missions. But they were there. As real and tangible as the tension in a drawn bowstring.
And everyone knew it.
Even if Natasha Romanoff never said a word, she knew.
Hell, a blind man would know. Anyone who’d seen the way you looked at her would know. It wasn’t subtle—not that you ever tried to make it subtle either.
So it was obvious. Way too obvious but you didn't care.
Even later, as she was at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s armory.
You watched as Natasha adjusted the straps on her tactical vest. The mission briefing had wrapped ten minutes ago, but you hadn’t moved.
“Your left holster’s twisted,” You said.
Natasha gave you a look. “You’re not my handler.”
“No. Just a perfectionist.” You stepped in without asking, brushing your fingertips lightly over the strap to fix it. “There.”
Their eyes locked for a second too long.
“You always do this,” Natasha said, voice low.
“Do what?” You asked, pretending not to know.
“Hover. Fuss. Look at me like I’m the damn sun.”
“Maybe because you are.”
Even as Nat rolled her eyes and walked away, you were still grinning like the idiot in love you were.
The truth is that you'd always felt something for the redhead ever since she showed up with Clint that day.
After all, how could you have not? It's not like most agents didn't look at her with the same heart eyes you did, just that unlike most, you'd been brave enough to approach her and actually got her to finally acknowledge you.
She'd never once crumbled from the flirting or the things you'd do.
It was the next day as Natasha sat alone in the training room, lacing her boots. Rain drizzled down the tall windows, painting the floor in soft gray light. She didn’t look up when you entered, not that she had to.
You walked in, no coffee, no reason - just your heart pounding behind your ribs like it wanted out.
Because you were about to do the one thing that was as stressul as any other shit you had done in your life.
Confessing to a cold Russian ex-assassin wasn't a daily task but you had to. You couldn't keep bottling those feelings , you couldn't keep hoping for her to say something you wanted to hear in the first place but didn't even get to say.
Hovering over the edge wasn't an option anymore, and you had to get a clear answer from this so,
“Can I talk to you?” You'd asked quietly.
Natasha looked up. A tilt of the head, a slight arch of a brow. “You’re talking.”
You smiled softly. “I mean... really talk.”
Natasha didn’t respond, just nodded toward the bench. You sat. The silence between you both was heavy, but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that demanded honesty.
“I think I’ve made it pretty obvious how I feel about you,” You spoke up.
“You think?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.
“I know,” You corrected, smiling weakly. “But I’ve never actually said it. Not really.”
Swallowing thickly, you looked down at her hands. Gosh, this was it. The result would either be - rejected or get rejected
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Or maybe given a shot if you were lucky enough ?
“I like you, Natasha. I’ve liked you for a long time. I just needed you to hear it from me—clearly, for once. Not in looks or coffee or tactical excuses.”
At first, it was complete silence. Then ;
“Don't do that,”
You only just as much as blinked, uttering a very quiet confused 'huh?' sound that you didn't even register yourself & the Russian was already continuing.
“You don’t want me,” Natasha added. Her tone was even, quiet. But her eyes betrayed a flicker of something—regret, maybe. “Not really. You think you do, but people like me don’t get that kind of ending.”
You frowned, “You don’t know that.”
“I know enough.”
Taking a deep breath, you nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said softly. “Thanks for being honest.”
Natasha didn’t reply, so you stood, hands brushing down your pants “I’ll, uh… see you around.”
That was all you needed, an answer.
You couldn't actually hold that against her right? It was on you for falling for her, she never asked for anything but still, it does hurt to get turned down like that.
You felt no anger, you hadn't begged. Just… peace. Just acceptance - because you'd finally got what you wanted- an answer.
Maria Hill stood by the vending machines, chewing on a protein bar when you approached. She took one look at your face and tossed the wrapper.
“Jesus. How’d it go?”
You gave her a smile—small, but real. “Well,” you spoke up, exhaling deeply, “at least I can say I tried.”
Maria tilted her head, expression unreadable for a moment. “You okay?”
“I will be.”
“You’re not gonna go all brooding-Barton about it, are you?”
You chuckled dryly. “No. Just… gonna stop trying so hard. Let her breathe. Maybe I’ll even let myself move on.”
Maria nodded. “You deserve someone who doesn’t hesitate.”
You didn’t answer. Just nodded slowly and walked off, hands in your pockets, heart heavy—but finally honest.
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That same evening, post work, you returned to your apartment.
The door clicked shut behind you and the moment it did, the silence hit you like a wave.
No comms.
No buzzing briefing rooms.
No mission tension.
Just the gentle hum of the fridge, and the soft pad of paws approaching on hardwood.
“Hey, trouble,” You murmured as yor cat, a chubby silver tabby with one torn ear, rubbed against your shin with a demanding mrrow.
You leaned down, scratching under the cat’s chin.
“Rough day,”
Your jacket landed on the coat rack with a lazy toss, and you padded toward your bedroom, peeling off your boots and switching into a worn gray hoodie and faded sweatpants. Your hair was pulled up lazily, face scrubbed clean. Stripped of your armor — literal and otherwise — you dropped onto the couch with a sigh, arms spread wide.
The tabby climbed right onto your chest like clockwork, purring like a tiny motorboat.
“Yeah, I know,” You hummed softly, running your fingers down his back. “You think I should move on too, huh?”
The cat gave a long, sleepy blink and purred in reply, curling up.
You smiled—just a little—and tilted your head back to stare at the ceiling.
“It’s not even her fault, really. She didn’t lead me on. Not once. I threw myself at her like an idiot, and she just… let me.”
The purring didn’t stop. Your cat kneaded at your hoodie, oblivious to heartbreak.
“I just thought maybe,” You whispered, “if I loved her enough, she’d… love me back.”
Just silence.
You closed your eyes, voice barely audible now. “Is that dumb?”
The cat headbutted your chin gently.
You chuckled—a weak, broken sound. “God, you’re so clingy. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
A soft buzz lit up your phone on the coffee table. A notification.
Not from Natasha.
Of course not.
But you didn’t check it anyway.
Instead, you sank deeper into the couch cushions, fingers tangled in fur, and finally let the heaviness settle.
Not a breakdown. No tears. Just the quiet weight of letting go.
Or at least trying to.
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INT. TRAINING ROOM – 06:20 HOURS
Natasha stepped onto the mat early. Earlier than usual.
She never minded mornings. Her gloves were laced tighter than usual. Her movements — sharper, a little too aggressive.
She scanned the room between sets.
No you.
Not in the corner bench. Not by the lockers. Not leaning on the doorway with that stupid smoothie you always brought even though Natasha never drank smoothies.
Natasha frowned.
Maybe you were running late or maybe you were in another briefing.
Why the hell was she even caring now? She had the room all to herself without you around to distract her for once.
But that was just the first step of things changing. Not immediately but gradually.
The doors of the debriefing room opened and agents poured out in scattered twos and threes. Natasha stepped out last, flipping her file shut — just in time to catch you walking past. No wave. No wink. No cheeky “Where you headed, Romanoff?”
Just… a polite nod.
Professional.
“Agent,” You stated quietly.
Natasha blinked. “That’s new.”
You gave a tight smile. “Trying something different.”
And then you kept walking.
Natasha stared after you, that strange hollow feeling echoing in her chest.
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You sat cross-legged on your bedroom floor, old records spread out around you. Something classic played softly — not sad, just mellow. Grounding.
Your cat lay belly-up on the bed, utterly useless.
You picked up your phone, thumb hovering over Natasha’s name in your recent texts.
Last Message:
“You made it back okay?" – Read 2 days ago
With a sigh, you exited the chat and tapped someone else instead. Someone who’d asked you out twice before but you'd never given a real answer.
[Text to Quinn]:
"Hey. If that offer for coffee’s still open, I could use a cup tomorrow." - 8:03pm.
You hit the send button with a racing heart. Not from excitement. From guilt. From ache.
You'd always shut down Quinn's attempt at getting to you, just because of your feelings for Nat and now that she'd rejected you, you wanted to make yourself forget her instead of looking miserable.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered to your cat as he seemed judgemental about your actions.
He simply yawned in reply.
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SCENE: S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ – FRIDAY AFTERNOON
INT. S.H.I.E.L.D. COMMISSARY
The buzz of late lunch hour filled the space — clinking utensils, soft chatter, agents moving in and out in their usual rhythm.
Natasha walked in with a file in hand, intent on grabbing something quick and leaving.
But she froze halfway to the food line.
You were there — sitting at one of the corner tables, laughing softly at something Quinn said.
All while looking very relaxed.
You was in your casual blacks, legs crossed, a coffee between your palms.
Quinn was leaned in just slightly. Close enough.
And you didn’t lean back.
Natasha couldn’t hear what either of you were saying — didn’t need to. The body language said enough.
The worst part?
You weren’t performing or trying to get Natasha’s attention.
You didn’t even know Natasha was watching.
Which meant it was real.
You had moved on. Or were trying to.
That stupid hollow ache came back, clawing its way into Natasha’s chest like a slow-burning ember.
She turned away, almost bumping into Maria.
“Careful,” Maria said, raising an eyebrow.
Natasha’s voice was clipped. “Wasn’t paying attention.”
Maria followed her gaze, spotted you and Quinn, then looked back at Nat. “Yeah. I gathered.”
“She’s just… talking to him.”
“Uh-huh.” Maria folded her arms. “Like she used to talk to you?”
Natasha didn’t reply.
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Later that night, Natasha sat on the edge of her bed in her tank top and joggers, staring at the wall like it might answer her.
The room was dark, save for the low golden light from a desk lamp. On her nightstand: a mug of untouched tea. A knife. Your favorite snack — the one she used to bring Natasha after bad missions — still sealed in its wrapper.
Natasha picked it up slowly, turning it in her hand and a frown made its way on her face.
"...You’re supposed to still be mine,” she whispered to the silence. “Even if I never asked you to be.”
She exhaled shakily, jaw tight.
You'd stopped bringing her coffee. Not out of pettiness, but respect. You started letting the mission rosters stand without interference. You didn’t volunteer to pair with Natasha like you used to. You laughed with others more often than you used to.
You flirted with other agents at HQ in passing conversation—not deeply, but differently. Like you was learning to let go.
But you still smiled at Natasha in the halls. Still nodded politely. Still offered backup when it was required.
You stopped trying to be her gravity. And Natasha noticed. Noticed when her locker was missing the protein bar you'd always slipped in for post-mission recovery. Noticed when she got sent on assignment with Barton instead, and you didn’t try to change it. Noticed the way your voice had a new calm distance when she briefed, like she was building walls brick by brick.
The worst part?
Natasha missed it. Missed you.
She missed the way you saw her—not the assassin, not the Black Widow, not the Red Room ghost—but just… Natasha. The woman behind the cold veneer. But now that gaze was turning elsewhere. And Natasha felt it like a hollow in her ribs.
She’d told herself it was safer this way. Cleaner. Simpler. But God, did she want things to go back.
She wanted the coffee. The winks. The little notes you sometimes left on mission files with dumb jokes only she would get. She wanted the woman who never gave up on her.
And now, she feared it might be too late.
Then, for the first time, she opened Y/N’s contact.
Typed ;
You looked happy today.
He must be funny.
She stared at it for a long time.
Then hit backspace.
Typed again.
I miss you.
But remained unsent.
.
.
Your cat was nestled by your leg, tail flicking gently.
The TV was on but muted — some nature documentary you weren't really watching. Your phone buzzed softly on the armrest beside you.
Natasha : 1 new message
Yourr heart tripped over itself before you reached for it.
You stared at the name for a long moment. The screen dimmed. You tapped it back awake.
You looked happy. - 9:34pm. He must be funny. - 9:34pm.
Unpolished. Vulnerable.
You blinked, unsure for a second if you'd misread it.
You didn’t open the message right away. You just stared at it sitting there on her lock screen like a bruise that hadn’t yet formed.
A pause.
Then your thumb hovered over it.
But you didn’t tap.
“She texts me now,” You whispered, mostly to yourself, barely audible. Your cat purred low, sensing your shift in energy.
You looked over at him with a sad smile.
“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what I’m doing either.”
You picked up the phone, unlocked it.
Read the messages properly this time.
And for a second — for a dangerous, foolish second — you nearly typed something back.
But then you remembered the way Natasha had looked at her the day you'd confessed.
How still she was.
How she hadn’t hesitated.
You swallowed.
You weren’t avoiding Natasha out of resentment. You never had.
You just refused to make someone uncomfortable in their own skin — refused to chase someone who had already told you no.
To reply now would be hoping for something again.
Something you’d already started to let go of.
Your thumb hovered above the keyboard
Then slowly, you locked the phone.
Let it fall beside you on the couch cushion.
And said aloud, voice soft and certain:
“I meant what I said… and I heard what she said, too.”
You leaned her head back, eyes fluttering shut as your cat climbed into your lap.
“If she really meant it, she’ll show me. And if she doesn’t… at least I’ll still have my peace.”
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catssluvr · 2 months ago
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jealous, natalie scatorccio
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natalie scatorccio x fem!reader (1.5k words) (request)
in which nat’s been spending a lot of time with travis hunting and you get jealous.
warnings: r is a bit of a jerk at first, jealousy, bsfs to lovers, fluff <3
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You watch from afar as Natalie and Travis prepare to leave for a hunt, the smile on her face that is usually directed to you leaves a burning in your throat, suddenly feeling like it's too hard to breathe.
It's been happening more and more, them being together as you and Natalie stop doing the things you used to do. You can't blame them, there is food that needs to be found and if it weren't for them no one would be alive by now. But you do hate yourself a little for not having been good at using the gun.
It should be you getting to spend time with her, not Travis. Her best friend. Though you aren't naïve enough to believe your feelings for her are completely platonic.
You turn away as you feel the tears burning your eyes, hoping that not looking at them will make you feel better. It doesn't, but it's enough to stop the tears from spilling. You don't know how you'd be able to explain them if anyone saw. You miss the way Nat's smile falters when you don't say goodbye to her.
A hand on your shoulder has you turning back, catching a glimpse of your favorite blonde hair before it disappears into the woods.
"Hey, are you okay?" Van asks, eyebrows pulled together in worry. You think for a second that she might have caught on you, she can't have.
"Yeah, all good, Van." You force a small smile onto your face, cringing at how fake you already know it looks.
"Wanna go catch some berries with me and Tai later?” It’s a hopeful question, you realize.
"No, you guys go. I think i'll just head to the lake and hang there." It's painful to be brushing everyone off like this, but you really crave a moment of peace, alone.
"Okay.. you do know you can talk to us if you're not okay, yeah? I know Nat not being around sucks for you." She says as if testing the waters, not knowing how to approach the matter.
"What makes you think this is about Nat?" Your skin feels hot as you turn defensive, taking a step back.
"So there is something going on." Van presses.
"No." You barely try to lie, hugging your arms to your torso and shrinking in yourself.
"Look, i just thought that-"
"You thought wrong." You spat, walking out into the lake's direction and leaving Van no time to say anything else.
You spend most of your afternoon by the lake, swimming until your fingers are numb from the cold water and then sitting close to the water, lost in thought while throwing rocks.
As soon as you had reached the lake earlier, all of the anger you once felt had dissipated, feeling immediately remorseful for snaping at Van.
Knowing someone else knew about your feelings for Nat could only mean you weren't very good at hiding them and that was a thought that terrified you. With your friendship hanging on a thread, she would hate you for this if she found out.
A part of you really wants to go wait for Natalie on the cabin porch like you always do, but the other tells you it's just going to hurt even more to see her come back with him, the same smile from earlier on her face.
The sound of boots against the pebbles makes you alarmed enough to turn, regret filling you as you see Nat approach you. You turn back towards the lake, taking a steady breath and again failing to notice the way her face falls.
"Hey." Nat says gently, sitting next to you.
"Hi." You avoid her eyes as you greet.
"You weren't at the cabin to greet me back like usual." She states before leaning her head towards you, locking her eyes with yours, "Got worried."
"Just forgot, i guess." You shrug your shoulders, starting to pick at your nails once you hear her let out a big sigh.
"Do want to go for a swim before dinner? A dive sounds good but i don't wanna go alone." Nat bumps her shoulder to yours, smiling in a way that reminds you too much of earlier.
"Actually, i should go help with dinner." You find yourself saying before you can think. "Maybe another day though." You add meekly.
"Alright, are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" She huffs, eyes searching your face for any sign.
"Nothing's going on, Natalie." You answer, regretting the way she flinches at the way you use her whole name.
"Yes, yes there is. Why are you so distant- did i do something?" She pushes and you can't help but feel tempted by her exasperated face and the fact that you caused it.
But you can't just tell her. You're tired, and just as scared as everyone else so you can't afford to lose your best friend because of having feelings for her.
"Nothing's wrong. You're not really around to notice, anyway." You can't really help as it bubbles out of your chest, the bottled up words begging to escape.
"Yeah, maybe cause i'm trying to help us fucking survive." She snaps, getting up in a hurry and starting to walk towards the cabin, but she turns around after a few steps.
"Here, i thought that it would be nice to get these stupid flowers for you." Nat spits sourly before reaching into her bag, throwing the pretty bunch of wilds daisies into your lap.
You stay silent for good moment, hearing her steps fade until they finally they disappear. "Fuck." You whisper to yourself, bringing your hands to your face.
It's only later, after getting ignored by Nat for the whole dinner, that you get the opportunity of a moment alone with her.
She's siting outside on the porch, her back to you but you can see enough to know she's lost in thought. You feel bad to disturb her peace, but the thought of having her ignore you for one more second is eating you up. Though you know you deserve it.
Nat doesn't turn as you open the front door, probably aware that it's you.
"Hey." No answer.
"Nat, i'm so sorry." You say, barely above a whisper as you sit on the steps beside her. She finally turns to look you in the eyes, gulping as she waits for you to continue. God, this is harder than you thought it would be.
"I miss you." You state, "Earlier you asked what's wrong." You add quickly, mentally facepalming at how bad you are at this.
"You miss me so you push me away?" Her expression shows confusion but you feel more and more encouraged to continue because at least she's finally talking to you.
"No! It's just that you've been hanging out with Travis so much that i thought you might not want to do stuff with me anymore." You try not to sound petty but it is quite impossible when that is what's going on.
"That's really godamn stupid." She answers almost too seriously but her voice expresses a smile, you can't help but chuckle with her.
"I know, i've been such a jerk to you. And i am sorry." You reach for her hand, almost flinching at the way it's cold from being outside. You wish you could just warm her hands up whenever you want.
"So... you were jealous of Travis?" Nat teases, lacing her fingers with yours and looking down at your hands with a tiny smile.
"I guess i was. But don't flatter yourself, Scatorccio." There's really no need to try and lie at this point, it's either leaving her confused forever or try to fight for it.
"I wish it was you out there with me, you know?" Her gaze is on yours as she speaks, an honest tone to her words. "I mean you're my best friend but it's more than that. It's different."
Your heart feels like it's going to come of your throat for a second, the hope you had lost long ago slowly coming back up. "Different?"
"I don't really give flowers to Travis." Her smile widens, eyes, flickering to your nose, and then to your lips for a glimpse of a second. She suddenly feels really close, way closer then when you sat down beside her.
"Right, the flowers. They're lovely Nat- i did keep them by the-"
"Shut up." She cuts off your rambling, hands letting go of yours to cup your face tentatively before bringing her lips to yours.
Something warms lights up in your chest, making you still before you bring your hands up to hold the back of her head, fingers deep into her hair blonde hair. Nat hums against your lips, fingers sliding down your arms before finding your waist and settling there.
"That different enough for you?" She practically giggles, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.
"Yeah." You nod, not quite sure what you're answering to while lost in a slightly hazy feeling. Your head drops to her shoulder, a comfortable silence filling the air.
"I might have an apology to give to Van."
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gtgbabie0 · 3 months ago
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synopsis: {you get into a mini fight with Shauna and Natalie has to take of the damage}
I’m procrastinating hard rn. my thirteen drafts are killing me so have this, she’s such a cutie patootie <3
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Shauna just keeps pushing and pushing and fucking pushing— a snide comment here, an ‘accidental’ shove there an insult thrown at you for no apparent reason. It was pissing you off and no matter how many times you try to be the bigger person, to walk away and busy yourself with your chores or just simply ignore her— she still found a way to get under your skin.
There really was only so much you could take.
It didn’t help that she constantly looked like she was seconds away from going on a murderous rampage, you being at the very top of that list, brows knitted and lips curled— paired with that fake smile she flashes or the sarcasm that drowns her every word that tested your patience, not to mention the heat— the sun's rays becoming hotter and hotter each day, the air drier and thicker with an ever-increasing tension. You truly were hanging on by a thread.
“Just stay away from her today, please.” Natalie had whispered to you this morning, just as the first peaks of sunlight hit the horizon— her fingers working through your hair to put it up and out of your eyes, pressing soft kisses to your sleepy face.
Of course you tried— really you did. The last thing you wanted was to trouble your girlfriend further; she already had enough to deal with it. Yet here you were, daring to step closer to Shauna, mustering up the gentlest, friendliest tone so you could ask her for help even if it nearly damn kills you to do so.
Despite your best efforts, you're shot down by her narrowed eyes. “Can’t you do anything for yourself?” She sneers, teeth bared, and itching for a fight. “Or are you just gonna be Natalie’s lap dog for the rest of your life?”
Shauna doesn’t stop and wait for your response, instead, she pushes past you— shoulder slamming into your own with all that high school soccer force, and well you snap, shoving her back with a scoff and it felt good. Awfully good. The way she spins around to face you, the shock on her face, the flicker of anger in her eyes. You shoot back a murmured— “Bitch” beneath your breath loud enough for her to hear, feeling far too cocky.
Short-lived. Because her elbow is flying into your face, the bone hitting your nose making your eyes go all teary— a burning sensation tingling through your skull. Everything else is a blur of adrenaline as you surge into her like you’re suddenly an MMA fighter, smack bang in the middle of camp.
“Hey— hey, what the fuck?!” Natalie breaks through the small crowd of girls, fingers curling into the collar of your shirt to yank you back whilst Tai pushes Shauna away— everyone’s voices blending together in one big, dull jargon of complaints.
Natalie’s hands are rough against your hot cheeks as she tips your head backwards to take a look at your nose— red, thick blood trickling down past your lips and over your chin, smudged across your jaw. “What happened?” She demands, turning to catch Shauna’s glare.
“You need to get your fucking dog a leash.” There's a mean scowl over her face and an even meaner bite to her tone, rolling her brown eyes as Natalie continues to fuss over you before storming into her teepee— Melissa at her heels.
“Err— everyone just go back to what you were doing.” Natalie huffs awkwardly before turning back to you— face pinching into a frown as she practically drags you back to her own teepee.
“Nat—”
“Don’t. Not right now.”
It’s a losing fight so you shut your mouth, giving her time to cool down, head still tipped back as blood continues to thickly trickle from your nose— some of which has now dried uncomfortably against your skin which she gently begins to wipe away with a wet rag, bowl of water beside her. The silence is nearly deafening, occasionally broken up by your pathetic attempt to sniffle and water sloshing around in the blow.
Your eyes dare to flicker up to meet her own, dark, frustrated slits, full lips curled downwards. A frown that made you practically twitch with nerves, you let out a heavy sigh from your lips— your nose completely clogged up.
The air between you both is cut, sharply by her sudden words— “What did I tell you?” she was pissed if it wasn’t painstakingly obvious before.
The whole “she started it!” argument is trapped behind your clenched teeth because you know for a fact it’ll only serve to dig yourself a deeper hole— even if you were completely right, you’d have to bite your pride on this one so you settle for a meek— “Sorry, but she was pissing me off.” your sheepish smile softens her hard gaze, ever weak to that pretty face of yours.
“You’re such a dumbass.” Despite her words, her tone is a lot gentler, which makes you visibly relax, shoulders dropping.
You fail to bite back a smirk. “Hey, you chose this. Says more about you I think.”
She rolls her eyes, nudging her knuckles against your jaw gently to correct your posture as she continues to clean your blood up— “Yeah, that I apparently have horrible taste in women.”
“Dick.” You give her a nasally chuckle, eyes following hers as she gently presses a clean piece of fabric under your nose, the blood thankfully slowing down— a soft grin breaks out across her lips at the way you lean into her touch. “Is it broken?”
“No, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch for the next few days.” She sighs, letting her thumb brush along your warm cheek as she adds— “And you’re gonna have a killer headache.” That was given, considering the fact it feels like someone has just stuffed cotton into your brain.
The words in the back of your throat melt away as she brushes a kiss to the bridge of your nose— sore and aching— her hands holding your face and it’s enough to make your frustrations melt completely, smiling to yourself. Natalie truly could never stay mad at you, even if you could be the biggest idiot known to mankind at times.
“I can’t lose you out here.” The vulnerability in her voice hits you hard, making your stomach churn— hands resting over the curve of her waist as she presses her forehead to yours. “Not after everything.”
The weight of her words linger, rattling around in your mind and a tiny part of you felt oddly warmed by them— she really did love you. “I’m hard to get rid of,” you reply and it would be a tease if it weren’t for the way your voice quivers. “I’ll be careful, no more fist fights.”
You seal the promise with a kiss to her lips and it seems to be enough for now, the coppery taste of blood making her pull back as your nose begins to bleed once more— “C’mere, you mess.” She smirks, voice a little rough, cleaning you back up again in between tender kisses.
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wandanatsgf · 2 months ago
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Inappropriate Feelings Part 2
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Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Wanda and Natasha learn that before you got together you had heard them having sex. They proceed to tease you about it before they reenact what you heard, this time with you included
Warning this contains: strap on use, teasing, mommy kink, daddy kink, praise kink, oral sex, degradation, spanking, orgasm control, Wanda is a switch, Natasha is a dom, Reader is a sub
Authors Note: this can be read as a standalone. this is just scraped content from Inappropriate Feeling that I wrote but ultimately cut because I felt like it didn’t work in the story. I had so much cut material I figured I might as well rework it into a second part!
Part 1
"How'd you even know about my daddy kink detka?" Natasha asks one night, referencing the first time the three of you slept together. The three of you are lying in bed after a long night of fucking, everyone’s body completely spent.
Everyone is covered in a thin layer of sweat, skin sticky but none of you care. You’re lying on your side on Natasha’s chest, her hand playing with your hair. Wanda is on the other side of you, holding you from behind.
The question had been on her mind for a while. Were you just that in tune to the two of them that you knew what she liked? Did Wanda tell you telepathically? Natasha is truly curious.
It takes you a second to realize what Natasha just asked you. Your face instantly flushes.
"I might have heard you and Wanda going at it before," you say, burying your face in the crook of Natasha's neck, a blush covering your face.
"Dirty girl," Natasha teases.
"I can't help it, you two were loud," you try to explain, your blush an even deeper shade. But Wanda, ever the mind reader, can see your thoughts. See how you had touched yourself to the thought of them. See how you felt guilty afterwards, and she wants to change that. She projects her thoughts to Natasha, who nods in agreement.
"Aww its okay baby. You just wanted to be a little perv and hear us huh?” It’s Wanda who speaks that time, joining in on the teasing. She pulls your head out of Natasha’s neck and forces you to look at her. She readjusts you so that you’re facing her now, laying on your side.
“You wanna tell us what else you heard?” Wanda’s right hand brushes down your side. Your breath hitches as she gets close to where you want her before she pulls her hand back.
“Wanda,” you whine.
“That’s not my name baby,” she says correcting you.
“Mommy.”
“Good girl,” she praises. Her words go to your core, reigniting your need.
“You gonna answer mommy’s question? What else did you hear?” It’s Natasha who speaks this time. She’s behind you, hand around your throat.
“I heard daddy fucking mommy,” you manage to say in your lustful state.
“Yeah? Did you like it baby?”
“Yea Daddy I loved it,” you admit which is the truth. After you had accidentally heard them you had to go take a cold shower. And then when that didn’t work you touched yourself to the thought of them. Sure you had felt gross about it afterwards, but it felt good in the moment.
Wanda’s hand moves towards your core, hands slowly moving down your body while Natasha talks.
“You wanna see it this time, not just hear it?”
“Please,” you beg.
“She means it Natty. She’s soaking wet,” Wanda says, swiping two fingers through your folds and then bringing them up to Natasha’s face, who licks them clean, savoring your taste.
“Lay back on the bed by the headboard detka,” Natasha says. You reposition yourself while Natasha walks to the closet. Wanda positions herself so she’s in between your legs, face down and ass up.
She’s so close you can feel her breath against your bare heat. You try to move closer to her, but she takes both hands and holds you down.
“No baby. Not yet,” she reprimands.
“Mommy,” you whine out, which leads to Wanda pinching your thigh in warning. You don’t push your luck anymore, you just sit there and wait for Nat.
Natasha walks back out, a pitch black strap on attached to her hips.
“You wanna show our pretty girl how much of a slut you are for me?” Natasha asks Wanda. Nat’s shocks you, you’ve never seen Wanda bottom before, but it turns you on all the same.
“Yes daddy,” Wanda says. She wiggles her hips, wanting Natasha closer. Natasha responds with a slap on Wanda’s butt cheek.
“Stay still and eat our pretty girl out,” Natasha commands. Wanda obeys and dives into your pussy making you squeal. Your hand wraps itself into her hair, pulling her closer.
“Mommy,” you moan out. Your legs clamp around Wanda’s head, smushing her between your thighs.
While Wanda devours you, her lips suctioning around your clit, Natasha leans down, standing behind Wanda. She runs a finger through the younger woman’s wet pussy.
“Fuck you’re soaked,” Natasha murmurs. She lines her strap up with Wanda’s entrance and pushes in. As she pushes in a wet squelching sound fills the room. Wanda moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through you.
“Please,” you beg. Your head tilts back and your eyes shut, you’re so close. You just need a couple more licks and you’d fall over the edge.
“You don’t get to cum yet baby. You wanted to watch daddy fuck mommy so watch us,” Natasha commands. Wanda pulls her head back from your core, letting you calm down.
“Fuck daddy,” Wanda yells out when Natasha hits that spot inside of her.
“You like that my little slut?” Natasha asks, relentlessly pounding into Wanda. You had never seen Wanda be this submissive before, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.
Wanda moves her head back to your pussy, tongue running and teasing through your folds. But your eyes stay glued to the scene in front of you. Natasha thrusting into Wanda, Wanda moaning into your pussy with every thrust.
You can tell she’s close, and you are too.
Your thighs clench around Wanda’s head while Wanda’s pussy clenches around Nat’s strap.
“Cum for me darlings. Soak my strap like a good little slut. Cum all over mommy’s face,” she says. Wanda cums immediately, body shaking and toes curling. Her moans vibrating though you send you into an orgasm, your body thrashing as the pleasure courses through you.
Once Wanda settles down Natasha slides out and takes the strap off, throwing it off to the side to be cleaned latter.
She goes to the bathroom while Wanda gets up and adjusts the two of you so that you are holding each other. Your heads are lying against the pillows while you wait for Tasha.
The two of you make small talk while waiting, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
“Spread your legs darlings,” Nat says when she walks back in, cloth and water in hands. Both of you spread your legs and Natasha cleans you up. She’s gentle, wiping up any sticky mess. She throws the cloths into the hamper and then hands the two of you water, which you both take big gulps of.
“Good girls,” Natasha praises. She sits down in between the two of you, holding you both with one arm.
The three of you lay in each others arms, content to hold each other when you have a thought.
“You two knew I was there that day, didn’t you?” The realization strikes you suddenly. No one has ever heard the three of you before and you had never heard them after that day. They had to have done it on purpose you realize.
“Of course we knew baby. Why do you think we were so loud?” It’s Natasha who speaks, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“I hate you two,” turning your face away from Nat to burrow your face into your pillow.
“No you don’t, you love us,” Wanda says, leaning over Nat to leave a kiss on your exposed cheek.
“That I do.” Your voice comes out weirdly, your face smushed against the pillow.
“We love you too,” they both say at the same time. Your heart fills with affection for the two women. It’s not the first time they have said those words to you. But each time they say it, it fills with you with a soft, fuzzy feeling.
The three of you hold each other, spending hours talking until the three of you fall asleep in each others arms.
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idkwhatever580 · 10 months ago
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Holy Shit!
Pairings: G!P Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: During the ceremony for Y/n and Natasha’s wedding, all of Y/n’s and Natahsa's bridesmaids/men slip Polaroids of Y/n's boudoir shoots throughout the night which leads to a hard time for Natasha.
Warnings: slight mentions of family trauma I guess (not having a dad), SMUT, P in V (Natasha has a penis), rough sex, boudoir pictures, unusually dominant reader (it mentions that nat is usually top), toys, teasing, swearing, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, wife kink sort of?, mommy kink, let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I hope y'all like this one! I've been thinking about how to approach it for a while now and I think I'm ready. Also, this is going to be my first time using my laptop to write so if it is a little weird, I apologize, I'm still figuring out everything from the switch. I'm sorry for the random pov switch. I was all mixed up, but I'm too lazy to fix it. :)
Sidenote: -Y/f/i = your first initial -Y/n/n = your nickname -Detka= baby - Dorogoy= darling
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Natasha and I just had the most amazing night of our lives, we got married! but the fun is not over yet.
I have devised a plan that has been in the works for a few months. Honestly, I knew I wanted to do this for Nat even before we proposed to each other. Although I only started truly planning it out after we got engaged.
I went to a boudoir photoshoot. Naturally I needed someone to take pictures. I didn't want Nat to be mad that someone else saw my body, so I asked Wanda, my best friend who has seen my literal everything (one time she literally had to pull my tampon out because I broke both my arms and Nat wasn't home to help), and she helped me get the best pictures ever. Then, I moved onto the second phase of my plan, recruiting.
Natasha and I already had our list of bridesmaids/men in place, so I made sure to use all of them. Natasha had four and I had five.
Natasha's bridesmaids/men are Clint as her Man of Honor, and Yelena, Tony, and Steve.
My bridesmaids/men are Wanda as my Maid of Honor, Kate, Bucky, Carol, and Thor (even though he doesn't quite understand "earthling" weddings yet.)
They all thankfully agreed, even Yelena which was surprising, and I picked out the best photos and put them in order. So, my plan was set and now all I need to do is trust our friends to get the pictures to her. Which I don't even have to worry about that, Wanda has the list and all of the pictures, so she is going to hand them to the set brides' person at the set time and they will deliver it secretly to Nat.
She's gonna be so hard by the end of the night, which is technically my plan. Of course, we've had sex before, and we already plan on fucking later, but she definitely is going to fuck hard tonight.
We are getting to our venue for the celebration after the wedding now and Nat and I have been together the whole car ride, which wasn't that long, but we went for a ride together in the limo so that everyone could get there before our grand entrance.
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You step out of the limo carefully and walk hand in hand to the building. Even though you have already seen the inside and all the decorations, you are still blown away by the beauty of it all.
You and Nat have a planned entrance where she walks in first and then you walk in and "fall" into her to the song Fallin' for Ya.
Everyone cheers for you all, and you both stand together to talk to people. You lean over to speak in Nat's ear so she can hear over the noise the second you see Wanda slip the first photo to Thor, who remembers exactly what to do, thankfully. "Nat, I'm going to talk to Wands real quick are you okay to stay here for a sec?"
She nods her head and says back, "Of course detka, don't keep me waiting too long now"
You smile and nod your head and leave to Wanda, but not without giving Nat a soft peck on the cheek. Thank God for Lip stain, you think, or else both yours and Nat's lip color would be all over your faces by now, especially from that limo ride.
You walk up to Wanda and say "oh my gosh, I'm so scared! What if something goes wrong?"
She giggles at your stressed face knowing there is nothing to worry about, and says, "Hey! Deep breath. Don't be scared, Thor has practiced many times, he is going to get it right."
You nod and keep talking beside Wanda as you subtly watch your wife engage with her friends.
Thor finally walks up to Natasha and casually slips her the first polaroid, and you can't wait to see the look on her face. All of the people Nat is talking to are part of the plan so they know what is happening.
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She furrows her eyebrows when she looks at her hand to see that Thor has given her a polaroid upside down so she can't see it. She looks up to ask him what it was, but he was already long gone, so she flips it over not suspecting a thing. She takes one look at the picture and her eyes go wide. She immediately presses the picture to her chest and looks up to find you smiling at her innocently as if she didn't just get handed this.
You send her a soft wave and go back to "talking" with Wanda, and Natasha checks to make sure nobody is behind her and looks again. She smirks at the picture and slides it into the hidden pocket in her dress that was made for a gun in case she needs to protect you, but now it holds something even more valuable to her.
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It has been about fifteen minutes since Nat received her first "gift" and even though she asked about it, you acted stupid and didn't tell her anything saying, "What picture? I didn't take any pictures other than the ones after the ceremony with all our brides' people."
You are now about to cut the cake which is when the next picture is going to be given to her. You decided that every time she gets a pic, the next one is going to be even better than the first. It will really rile her up you think. So as you two walk over there, hand in hand, you walk by Tony who hands her the next polaroid as she passes by him. This time she knows not to look until she is at the cake table where nobody is behind her.
She has an arm around your waist and she sneaks a peak at the next photo.
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This one makes her huff out a breath, and she looks over at you who is "oblivious" to the thing she just saw. She squeezes your side as she slips the photo, once again, into her pocket, and you smile slyly at her. She leans over to whisper, "You know what you're doing Y/n."
You both pick up the knife and you say, "Doing what? Cutting the cake?"
She rolls her eyes at you and you both cut the cake and feed each other a slice. Then you both go back to the table that only you and her sit at, and you add, "Of course I know what I'm doing, why else would I do it?" Then you go back to eating your slice of cake acting just as innocent as before.
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You just had your first dance, and it was beautiful, the song you both picked together was a testament of your love and it brought tears to everyone's eyes.
Then, you decided instead of a father daughter dance, to have a Maid/Man of Honor dance. You danced with Wanda and talked and laughed, while Natasha and Clint did the same.
It was beautiful really. You had decided to do this because, even though Natasha has Alexie, you wouldn't have been able to participate since your dad is no longer in your life. The dance with your best friends meant infinitely more than a dance with your fathers would have anyways, and thankfully Alexie wasn't hurt by this. He realized he wasn't a good "dad" in the beginning of her life, and it wasn't his position.
As the dances concluded, Clint smirked at Natasha, and he reached into his suit pocket to pull something into his hand and slipped another polaroid into her hand.
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People start joining on the dance floor to have some fun and Nat looks down at the photo and says, "Holy Shit!" maybe just a little too loud making her blush. She shakes her head as Clint laughs and walks off to his wife and kids, but not before Nat punches his shoulder softly, and then she glares at you.
You smile cheekily at her as you walk to her for another dance. You start slow dancing together and say, "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"
She smiles softly at you and says, "Thinking about my beautiful wife and what she and I are doing later tonight."
You make a fake surprise face in the shape of a soft 'o' and say, "Is that right?"
She giggles into your neck, and it is the most beautiful sound you could hear and hums, "mhm"
You smile as you spin her around the dance floor and say, "Well thank you for the compliment baby, but whatever you're thinking is going to have to wait. We promised each other we wouldn't leave earlier than we planned, remember?"
She groans and nods her head in slight defeat mumbling, "I know we did."
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You are now both talking to Natasha's family about what is next for you both. Melina starts out with, "So, when am I getting some grandbabies?"
You and Nat both exchange glances and look back at them and you say, "Well... I uh-" You freeze not knowing what to say.
Thankfully though, Natasha is there for you and says, "Y/n has decided she does not want to give birth. I obviously can't give birth given my situation, and I won't be disrespecting my wife's wishes, so we are going to take it slow as we weigh our other options."
You smile softly knowing that you picked the right girl to be your wife. She literally always has your back. Finally, having composed yourself you cut in as well and say, "We also have decided that we want to live our lives together before we settle down. We want to have the right parenting mindset you know."
Melina and Alexie nod their heads and smile Melina replies, "Well I don't care how or when it happens, I just want a grandbaby." As she is speaking, Yelena inches closer to Nat and then she 'holds' her hand briefly, but in reality, she is slipping the next picture into her hand. Nat's smile widens at the thought of another picture and Yelena walks off to go find Peter and bother him.
Natasha feels like she needs to look at this picture, but she can't if her parents are standing right in front of you, so she smiles when a song she knows comes on and says, "Mama, Papa listen, it's your song! Go dance!" She ushers them off and then turns to you to look at the photo.
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This one makes her giggle, so you quirk an eyebrow and say, "What's the problem? Don't like it?"
She widens her eyes a tiny bit and shakes her head so much that you laugh and say, "Alright calm down, you'll mess up your hair"
She smiles and says, "I love it so much, I was just laughing because you could totally be wearing this under your dress since it's white."
All you do is smirk at her and it takes a second for her to process, but she gets it and her mouth falls agape just a bit. You simply walk off and Wanda comes over to say, "Come on! It's time for the flower toss!"
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Both you and Natasha agreed on doing a flower toss, only one is for the guys, and one is for the girls. Your reasoning being that the girls can get a little rough and you wouldn't want any of the boys to get hurt or anything like that. The boys can be very sensitive. ;)
So Natasha does the first toss to the boys, which includes Valkyrie as well since they are feeling more masculine today. (Like a king should). Thankfully nobody got into any fights since they're respectable people. After a bit of laughter, Clint comes out victorious and says he and Laura are simply going to renew their vows. Then he hands Laura the bouquet, and she smiles kissing him softly earning an aww from everyone.
Your toss is next and Loki decided to join in on the girls side since they are feeling more feminine. (Queen shit). The girls didn't get in any fights but they were definitely more aggressive than the boys. Scary, but the one who comes out with the bouquet is surprisingly Carol, who looks over at Val and smirks.
While your toss is happening though, Bucky walks up to an unsuspecting Natasha as she watches the girls' chaos enfold and he gives her a sly smile. By now she has caught onto him and says, "You too?"
He nods his head and says, "You never know which one will be the last." and then he slides the polaroid into her hand like a drug dealer and walks off like nothing happened.
The toss ends right around the same time that her exchange with Buck ends, so you're already making a b-line for her to see her reaction to this photo. She shields herself with your body to look and she swiftly turns the photo.
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She groans as she slips yet another keepsake in her hidden pocket. You smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, which to anyone else would look like she's just cuddling up to you, but you know better. So you lean really close to her ear and whisper, "Are you hard baby?"
She simply nods her head. Thank God she fell in love with a decently poofy dress that doesn't show the contours of her dick. Especially since most people don't know about her little friend down there, not that it's any of their business, but they don't know because she always tucks it for events and missions. However, most of the main Avengers know, having all walked in on you two at least once. So, you walk to your table and sit down so she can have a break. You giggle at her when she's taking a few breaths and say, "What? You act like you haven't seen me naked before."
She glares at you and says, "No, it's not that. It's the fact that my lovely beautiful wife keeps catching me off guard, and might I also add the fact that she is so incredibly hot that I can barely handle myself?"
This makes you blush softly, and she smiles at you. You two share a sweet moment even through the dirty part.
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Thankfully Nat has had a few minutes for her... stuff to calm down, because Wanda picks up the mic and starts speaking, "I'd like to make some toast please."
You both giggle at the joke she stole from Agnes in Despicable Me 2, one of the movies that brought both you and Wanda childlike comfort during hard nights, while everyone else quiets down for the speeches. Wanda continues, "We are going to start our speeches now, so could Melina and Alexie please come up?"
Both of Natasha's parents stand by you and Melina starts, "I was not in Natasha's life for a very long time, so I don't feel like I am in a position to give a grand speech about yada yada this and that, but I do want to say, from the moment I saw you Natasha, I knew you were good. I knew you would become successful, and I knew you would excel in life. I am so happy that you have found love with Y/n, because you two are the perfect match, and I could not be more honored to be your mother-in-law Y/n."
She passes the mic to Alexie who, up until now, has had a stern face on. "Natasha, Melina already said all of the words I had for you, but she did not speak on this. Y/n, when I first met you I thought that you were never going to marry my daughter. I didn't think you were worthy of such a woman as Natasha, but as you got to know me more, my view on you changed. You kept pushing with her family even when you could have lost hope on us. You proved that you are willing to do anything it takes to get her, and I now see that you are more than worthy of Natasha's love."
He turns into a sobbing mess before he can finish anything else, and their words make you cry, but you try to keep from sobbing since you spent so much on your makeup. Then the speakers continue to go up and give their speech, make you cry, and then move on.
Clint gets the mic eventually and he takes a big breath and then starts, "When I met Natasha, I was on a mission to eliminate her. I was about to take the shot when we made eye contact, and something in me said no. I just could not pull the trigger, because what I was told I was going to be killing was an assassin, a robot, a tool. What I saw that day was anything but those things. I saw a girl who needed out, who was hurting, and that day turned into one of the best days of my life. We hid in vents for so long making sure that she was safe from the people who had her. We did nothing but play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and plan. We planned on how I was going to tell Fury that I did the exact opposite of what he told me to do. In reality I was actually more scared of Agent Hill, she's very scary, but I digress... All I really need to say is, as an archer, whenever people ask what the best shot I ever took was, I am honored to say it was the one I didn't take."
When Clint hands the mic over, there is not a single dry eye in the whole venue. Clint goes to Nat, and she hugs him so tight you think that he might die from lack of air. When they pull away, she kisses his cheek and whispers something in his ear, while he wipes her tear away and nods his head. He goes back to his seat and Wanda steps up to start her yap session.
"Y/n/n, when we met at the compound, there was something about you that was different than everyone else, you seemed so familiar, and I just could not pin it. We became great friends, but it took me about four months to realize why you seemed so familiar to me. One day when I was hanging out in your room, you opened your jewelry box in front of me and showed me a bracelet. It had little beads on it that said W+(Y/f/i). I burst into tears when it hit me. This girl,"
She points to you before she continues, "Was the girl that saved my life. We were friends from way back when we still lived in Sokovia. We had made these matching bracelets the day that we lost our families. It was also the day I lost her. Or so I thought. We were all hanging out in the living room together when it happened. Y/n felt shaking from the first few bombs and she told me and Piet to hide under the bed while she went to find her parents and make sure they were safe. Then the bombs went off. I thought we lost her. So we mourned both our parents and my best friend that day. It wasn't until I found out it was her all these years later that I knew she was also safe from the bombings but was taken. HYDRA took her from our lives, but the universe brought her back to us, and I could not be more grateful for her. I owe my life to her, and I have made sure she knows how deserving she is of happiness as her best friend, and now it is Natasha's turn, as her wife, to take what I have done and take it a step further."
This time it was you who is bawling; Wanda goes to hug you, and she whispers into your ear, "I'm so, so proud of you." Which only makes you want to cry more, but you pull away and take a labored breath as Wanda cleaned up your face.
All of the main avengers and people in your lives have gone except for Steve, who is finishing up.
Steve hands the mic to Wanda and walks to you and Natasha to "hug" y'all, but in reality he is actually slipping yet another polaroid into Nat's hand.
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She rolls her teary eyes at him and you both, and takes a glance at it before having to look away knowing her erection will just come back.
You smirk at her and say, "Ooh that one was fun, but you'll like the next one even more."
She groans and says, "There's more?"
You giggle softly and say, "Why of course there is more my love."
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Wanda decided to add a little fun into the night and do the who knows them better game. What you do is you sit on a chair and Natasha sits with her back to you and you both have a shoe that represents one or the other, and whoever did the thing first you raise that shoe to see if you know each other.
So, Wanda starts with the first question on the list she made, "Who said 'I love you' first?" Both of you raise your shoe and they all 'aww'
Wanda passes the mic to Tony who asks, "Who is the clingiest."
The crowd is surprised when both of you raise Natasha's shoe. The mic is passed to Yelena who says, "Which of you is the most romantic."
This time, Natasha raises your shoe, and you raise hers, which makes everyone giggle a bit. The game continues to entertain the crowd, and Kate has the last question, "Who loves Halloween more?"
This one is tough since you both love Halloween so much, but you ultimately decide on Natasha, and Natasha puts up both shoes to signify it being a tie.
The game is finished now, and you both tell Kate, that the Halloween one was probably the hardest to choose. Though, you know it is about to be Natasha.
Kate laughs and hugs Nat and pats the next picture into Natasha's chest before walking away casually. Natasha's face heats up at the mere thought of your next image and she secretly takes a look at this one.
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This Picture has her jaw on the floor. She loves the scream movies entirely too much, and the image of you in a sexy cosplay is seemingly never going to leave her mind. She can feel her cock spring back to life, and it almost hurts at how hard she is.
Natasha seems to snap and can't take it anymore, so she grabs your hand and starts taking you to the bathroom without trying to raise too much suspicion which is exactly what you knew would happen, so you look over at Carol and nod your head to begin her mission.
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Nat pulls you into the hallway and can't even make it to the bathroom before she has her lips on yours. You kiss her back softly but push her away before she can go too far. "Natty baby, what do you think you're doing?"
She tries to kiss you again, but you push her off of you again, "Detka, I don't think I can make it much longer."
You fake pout and say, "But you promised! You pinky promised me we wouldn't leave early."
She stomps her foot throwing a bit of a tantrum and says, "I promised before I knew you were pulling this shit!"
You smirk and say, "Come on baby, only thirty more minutes, you can make it. Just think, if you wait, the reward is going to be so much better, yes?"
She grumbles under her breath and Carol comes in right on queue saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."
Both of you shake your heads and Carol comes by to say, "Y/n, Wanda is looking for you."
You smile at her and thank her before kissing Nat on the cheek and leaving swiftly. Natasha and Carol stay behind and chat a bit. "You knew about this bullshit?"
Carol smirks and says, "What bullshit?"
Natasha groans and then Carol says, "Of course I am in on the bullshit, I hope you like this one." She pats Natasha's shoulder and then says, "Oh, lighten up, at least you have something to look forward to when you leave tonight.
Natasha already has her hand out ready for the next picture of you and Carol carefully puts it into her hand before swiftly exiting the hallway.
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After Natasha sees this one, she thinks she might burst. She can't help but stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful person in all the multiverses. But she also stares at your body as well.
A thought pops into her mind and she thinks, the bathroom is right there and I still have a few minutes...
but ultimately she shakes her head knowing that if you found out she jerked off before your honeymoon, you'd surely not let her cum the rest of the time, so she walks back into the reception.
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Most of the people have left by now, only a few stragglers, the avengers, and close family are left. You both decided to keep the drinking on the low for this night, not wanting any unplanned things to happen.
Both of you are very big on consent, and the fact that you can't consent when under the influence. You also both know that you want to remember tonight in a good way.
You're having a few slow dances with some of your friends and Wanda is the last one before the last dance with you and Natasha. Wanda spins you around one last time as the song closes out, and Nat is waiting for you to be handed over to her.
Wanda smiles at Natasha and goes to hug her, while they are having a sweet moment together, she smirks and says, "I hope you're ready for this one, I had so much fun taking these pictures."
Nat rolls her eyes and lets Wanda slide the last photo into her hand, but not before saying , "So you're the side hoe?"
Wanda giggles and nods her head, "Did you expect any less?"
Natasha sighs and shakes her head, "I'm glad it was you and not some random person."
Wanda smiles and nods her head saying, "She definitely saved the best for last."
Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Nat while she walks off, you walk up to Nat and hold out your hand saying, "You ready for our last dance?"
"Oh, I'm more than ready, just let me see this last one."
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Natasha almost can't tear her eyes away from this one, she is immediately painfully hard, and you have to take the polaroid and put it into her pocket yourself saying, "Natty, people are watching, we have to dance one last song so we can leave."
Nat nods her head and stars slow dancing with you, but you know exactly what to do. You rest your head on her shoulder and make your bodies slightly uneven so that your thigh/hip area is slightly pressing into Natasha's hard on, making her whimper into your ear.
You can't deny it, you're incredibly wet right now, but Natasha has had a much longer night than you, and you're only going to make it seem longer. You lean close to her ear and whisper softly. To everyone left, it looks like you're just saying something cute to her, but you know better. "Baby, when we leave, we are not having sex in the limo. It is our wedding night, and I don't care how hard you are, we are waiting the ten-minute car drive, got it?"
The way you speak is so soft and tender, yet it is firm and leaves no room for complaints. So Nat lets out a soft whine, but she ultimately nods her head and says, "Okay."
You smile and continue to feed words into her mind, "You're so hot, it's hard to not just jerk you off right here baby. I swear when we get home, I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."
Natasha's knees almost give out, but she somehow manages to keep dancing with you, and you both spin each other around. You two have a sweet moment again, temporarily ignoring your hunger for each other, dancing around the floor until the end of the song where you start waving goodbye to everyone and you head off.
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The ride to the villa you're both staying at before your flight tomorrow to your honeymoon destination is full of teasing and groping. You start massaging Nat's cock through her dress, and she moans softly and whispers at you with pleading eyes, "Detka, I- I thought you said no sex in the limo?"
You smirk and say, "I said no sex. I didn't say I wouldn't touch you, but I guess if that's what you want."
You take your hand off of her with a knowing smirk. She widens her eyes and huffs at you, "I don't know which is worse, you touching me, or not touching me."
You chuckle at her and shrug your shoulders, "You wanted to play by the rules. I don't make them, but I do listen to you... sometimes."
Nat snorts at your quip and you guys laugh a little, being a cute couple. Then, the limo pulls into the beautiful villa where all your things were previously put for your weeklong honeymoon, and you nod your head at Happy, who in turn, smiles and says, "Have fun! Wear protection!!"
Both of you laughing at him, and Nat starts puling you toward the door. You open the door and go to walk in, but Nat's hand pulling you backward makes you fall into her. "Nat what are you doing?"
She smiles and picks you up bridal style, and carries you carefully inside, closing the door softly before setting you down and she abruptly shoves you against the door, her lips immediately on yours. "You don't know how bad I need you right now dorogoy."
You smile into the kiss letting her have a moment of dominance before you take it back. "Come on dear, let's go upstairs and get these damn dresses off."
You both carefully undress with each other's help, soft touches here and there, before hanging up your dresses knowing you'll be too tired to do so later.
All Natasha can do is stare at your body, the white lingerie making the experience even better. You grab her face to make her give you her attention, and you give her a dominating stare and a contrasting soft toned voice, "Be a good girl and lie down on the bed please baby."
She quickly leaves your hold as you go to the closet and grab the things you set out for her. She usually takes charge, but sometimes you like to have your fun. This special occasion has you feeling dominant.
You saunter over to her with a set of ropes and a new toy she has never seen before. She furrows her eyebrows before you shush her, reminding her not to worry, your tone taking a temporary softness. "Alright dear, you know we have safe words. I know they were originally set up for me, but you know that you can use them too right?"
She softly nods her head at you with excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what you could do to her.
You smile softly, running your fingers softly along her torso. "Can you remind me what they are, so I know you remember?"
She nods her head and recalls your safe word system. "Red is stop completely, yellow is slow down or need a break, and green is go."
You nod at her softly and say, "Good job dear, now can you tell me a color?"
She smiles softly and says, "Green. So, very green."
You chuckle softly tilting your head back and say, "Okay, I'm gonna tie you up now, is that alright?"
She nods her head with quick, "yes" to follow.
You sit just below her hard cock while tying her arms to the bed, knowing she is staring at how close you are. You lean forward a bit and bump it softly on accident, but ignore it otherwise.
Once you're done tying her arms up you move to her legs and start explaining what you're going to do. "I got a new toy just for you tonight, I know you've already seen it, aren't you excited?"
She nods but softly says, "What is it?"
You finish tying her leg and look up at her with a devious look in your eyes. "You're going to find out soon, but first..." You crawl up to her member sticking up so high, and you smirk with your lips so close to it, "I have to get you ready."
You lean down and softly lick her tip, knowing she likes that, and then you slowly take her whole length in your mouth. Gagging at how far back she reaches, which in turn, makes her twitch in your mouth. You bob your head on her for a bit longer before pulling away. A string of saliva and precum goes from your lips to her tip and she whines. You slap her thigh and harshly say, "Quit your bitching, I've barely started and you're all needy for me."
She goes to defend herself, "But you were teasing me all night.'"
You glare at her and say, "oh yeah? If you want me to stop teasing you, then i suggest you listen and stop whining."
She nods her head almost letting a whimper out, but she composes herself while you reach behind you to grab the new toy you mentioned. "Natty, I got you this, it's gonna make you feel so good."
You hold up a fleshlight and she widens her eyes knowing it will feel good. You start to rub her prepared cock onto the opening and say, "Are you okay with this darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
She nods her head but quickly corrects herself with a "yes ma'am" when she sees your eyes.
You slide the fake pussy over her shaft and she tightens her fists as she feels the tightness overwhelm her. Moans start pouring out of her when you start sliding it up and down with a slow pace that picks up quickly.
After only three minutes of silent torture, she feels the knot in her about to explode and she says, "Y/n please, can I cum?"
You look at her with an evil smile knowing this is exactly where you wanted her. "Oh baby, is this making you feel good? You need to cum so fast?"
She nods her head aggressively and you almost groan at how submissive she looks right now. "Oh, does this make you feel so good? Better than me?"
She widens her eyes knowing she is in a trap now. Your hand still moving the toy up and down her dick. "N-no! Y-you."
You cut her off mocking her, "y- y- you what? You want to cum so badly because the toy is making you feel better than your wife ever could?"
Her hips jerk when she hears you say 'wife' and she moans out a no, but you're relentless, slowing down the toy to make the pleasure unbearable, knowing this slow pace won't make her cum.
You lean close her her and say, "If you want to cum so bad then do it, but remember, if you cum now, you won't get to cum in my pretty little pussy for the rest of the week."
Tears prick in her eyes at the thought of going a whole week without being able to feel you around her and she says, "No! Please no! I need you!"
You smirk and say, "Then don't cum until I say you can slut."
You pick up the pace again making her moan and jerk her hips, you know she can only last so long without exploding, but you're testing her limits tonight. She suddenly gets another overwhelming urge to cum again so she is trying to do anything to get you to let her or stop. Words start flowing out of her mouth desperate for either a release or a break, "Please! I need to cum so bad! I'm begging you. Please mommy! I've been so good, I just want to cum!"
You frown and slow down a bit while tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear, knowing that Natasha only calls you mommy when she is feeling really submissive, so you check on her a bit, her whining at the pace decreasing, "I know darling, I just need you to honestly give me a color."
She quickly blurts out, "Green! Please mommy!"
You smile at her confirmation, and pick up the pace once again, "Oh baby, mommy is just making you feel so good right now, isn't she?"
Natasha nods her head but lets out a yelp when you slap her thigh, "Wring answer. It's this toy making you feel good. You love the thought of fucking this thing. You're just such a dumb little slut because you want to cum so bad into it. It's like you have your big cock in another girl's pussy. You want that? You want your dick in another girl and not your wife?"
She shakes her head again, words spewing out of her at a thousand words per minute "No mommy! please I need you! I need your pussy so bad! I'm so close!"
You glare at her and pump harder slightly squeezing the fleshy toy when you see some precum leak out the hole in the top so that she feels it tighter. "Then you're going to hold it like a good girl. I know you can make it a little longer baby."
She finally lets tears fall from her eyes at the pain of having to hold back to listen to you, but after a little bit you soften up and decide to swiftly pull the toy off of her, which in turn makes her raise her voice at you crying for stimulation, "No mommy! Please not again! I can't take it! I can't!"
You hush her getting into position slightly hovering over her red-hot dick. "Shh shh honey, I know I know, Mommy's right here baby, she just needs to adjust to you really quickly and then we'll keep going alright?"
You sigh as you take her whole length into your pussy, Nat whines and her hips jerk involuntarily, making you moan softly. You lean down to kiss her softly and then start bouncing up and down making a lewd noise come from Natashas throat. You chuckle and say, "You like that baby? Is it better than the toy? Come on don't be shy now, tell me baby."
She nods her head, trying to find the words in her mushy brain, "Yes mommy," she huffs out with an exasperated breath, "I love you so much detka, you're so much better than the toy, I only want to make you happy."
You pout at the fact that even though she's so terribly desperate for you, she still wants the best for you. You also notice the lack of the word 'mommy' and it instead being replaced with 'detka' indicating that she is slightly more in control and less submissive now.
You continue to bounce and thrust you hips into hers which makes moans rip out of the both of you. You can feel Nat twitching inside of you a clear indicator that she wants to come so quickly, her last orgasm having been torn from her grasp. You tilt her head down from it's thrown back position to have her look at you. The look of pure love and need in her eyes making you swoon. "Hey darling, you're doing so good for me, I'm gonna keep going, okay? You can cum inside me at any time."
She pouts at your tone, and says, "Can you please be rough with me? I liked it."
You smirk at her confession, you became tender when you thought she was done with it, but apparently, she still has some in her. So, you nod your head and whisper seductively, "Okay, if you want rough then you're gonna have to beg me to cum."
Excitement reinstalls in her features as you start to almost jump up and down on her cock, and she groans saying, "i can't hold it much longer, please let me cum!"
You moan when she hits a spot in you, honestly, you're quite impressed with how long she's made it. You're already close which means she made it at least double if not triple the time you thought she would. So you smirk down at her and shake your head. "Not good enough baby, you've got to do better than that
Your words being broken up since you've started moaning so much. She goes to beg again but you untie her quickly and keep talking, "Touch my clit baby, be a good girl and help me out please."
She immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring her sore wrists, bringing you to the brink, which makes you clench down on Nat. This sensation makes her stutter, but she persists, determined to make you proud. "Please, I- you- ugh... You feel so good squeezing me; I feel like I'm gonna explode."
You nod your head to let her continue, "You're so fucking tight and warm, nothing could compare to you. Nothing, nobody could make me feel as good as my wife can."
This makes you clench extra hard and a guttural moan slips past your lips which sets Natasha off. She empties her seed into you, and this triggers your orgasm. All you hear is a weak, "I'm coming" fall past her lips and you feel her ejaculate into your pussy.
The feeling of euphoria surrounds the both of you as you both ride out your highs. Eventually you slip off of her, falling beside her trying to catch your breath.
Natasha, however, is so blissed out that you come back to earth and untie her before she can even see or think again. The first thing she says is, "Wow, just wow."
You giggle and cuddle up next to her saying, "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you."
She smiles and turns on her side saying, "Thank you baby."
You smile as she leans in to kiss you. After sharing a soft kiss, she tries to deepen it, and moves to get on top of you, but you softly push her away saying, "You don't have to do another round baby, I pushed a lot of your limits today."
She sits up and glares at you saying, "It's our wedding night, not just mine. So, of course I'm going to take care of you baby. You must be crazy to think otherwise. I'm not just going to let you sleep without coming."
You giggle at her and she quirks a brow at you saying, "What's so funny huh?"
You smile and say, "I guess you were so out of it that you didn't even notice."
She frowns and says, "Notice what?"
You smile giving her a soft peck on the cheek, "Natty, I already did cum. In fact, I came so hard that I even squirted a bit onto you."
You point down at her abdomen which does, in fact, have your essence all over it. This realization making her blush, "Oh... I guess I was really out of it huh?"
You laugh at her timidness and say, "I don't know about you, but I can't walk..."
She smiles and gets up to go clean herself before coming back with a washcloth to clean you as well. Her tender hand making sure to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable from being so sensitive. Then she comes back to cuddle with you on her chest, and you whisper into her ear, "You did really impress me tonight, you know?"
She smiles and sighs, "Really? How so?"
You look into her eyes and say, "You lasted way longer than I expected you to, especially after the whole night of teasing."
She smirks and says, "Maybe I've leveled up since I have a wife now..."
This time it is your turn to blush, and say, "I guess that could be true."
She smiles as she settles into an almost sleep state, "Yeah, definitely true. My wife makes me a better person, in every way. I love you."
You smile and whisper an 'I love you too' back to her only to find that she is already asleep. Before you drift off to dream land you smile softly, thinking about her words.
"My wife."
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A/N: Holy shit indeed. this thing took forever. I actually have no idea how long it is or how many words but I do know that I am done with this finally T-T... College is kicking my butt already, so I'm sorry if I post less. Please tell me what you thought of this! it makes my day to see people liked my work.
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"Flustered" || Short-Fic
XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader
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Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"
Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread
As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.
“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.
You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling
“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.
“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.
“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.
The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.
Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.
He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.
"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.
"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.
"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.
"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.
"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.
"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.
"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.
"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.
"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.
"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.
"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.
"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.
"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.
You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.
"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.
"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.
"It's not my fault-"
"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.
"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.
"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.
"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.
The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.
"So what you're saying is-"
"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.
The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.
Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.
Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.
"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.
Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".
Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.
Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.
You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.
Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.
His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.
Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.
"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.
"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.
Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.
"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.
As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"
"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.
JAN 2025
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returnofeternity · 3 months ago
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thinking of stumbling upon nat as she cries.
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god. this scene.
thinking of being back at the shelter for some reason, wondering why nat isn't with the rest of the girls when they return. maybe you witnessed hannah killing kodi and needed a minute to yourself to think about what the fuck just happened even though you were supposed to meet nat with everyone else.
maybe you knew that this meant that you wouldn't get out of here and you just couldn't get up. you were frozen, watching through your and nat's hut while all the hope that you had just vanished from your body. all those talks you had with nat while planning this, planning what you'd do when you got home replaying in your mind and reminding you that you could never leave this place. you don't even believe in the wilderness, but you know that Something, whatever It is, is preventing you from leaving.
you sit there for what seems like hours just feeling numb and sick. the hushed whispers of everyone as they talk about what hannah just did flowing out of one ear and into the other.
you really thought this would work, that you'd be on a plane in a few hours, back home with natalie like you always talked about. back home in a warm bed. back home where you could shower with her. back home where you could be free with her.
that's what causes you to break out of this trance of yours, blinking away your tears and getting up. your legs feel like jelly the first time you try, and you stumble a few times as you get them working and up to gen where you ask where nat is.
"i don't know. probably still back at the meeting spot." she tells you.
and you rush over there like your life depends on it.
it's already snowing lightly when you start running to her, flashes of what shauna and jackie went through in your mind. it's a bit far-fetched—you know—but you don't want to take any chances. you have to get to her.
at first, you wish you didn't. your heart hurts when you see her small form struggling to breathe as she sobs. you can't help but start doing the same.
"nat? natalie?" you say, voice breaking as you stumble closer to her. she keeps crying as you touch her shoulder, her pained sobs making you feel nauseous. "baby, it's okay. it's okay." you repeat, not even believing yourself. but you have to be okay, for natalie.
you hug her as tightly as you can, part of you only doing so to make sure she's actually there, like this isn't some part of your imagination. she weeps so hard that she causes your body to shake, and you grimace as you swallow down snot so you can try and talk to her.
"hey," you pull back, lips shaking from the sudden coldness and due to seeing your girlfriend so miserable. your thumb wipes off her tears on her cheek. "it's gonna be okay, okay? we can get through this. we'll go home, i promise you."
she continues to cry hard, the sounds of her devastating sobs causing your heart to hurt. you can barely see her face due to your own tears, but you can just make out her scrunched-up face, and that's enough to make you choke out in grief.
"i just wanted to go home." she says through broken moans, her limp hands coming up to clutch your sides, pulling you close to her again. "i thought we could do it. i thought..." she trails off, stuffing her face into your shoulder, mumbling about "home" and a "plane."
"i know, i know." you repeat, rubbing her back soothingly. both of you stay like this for a few minutes, just crying into each other.
when you finally open your eyes and blink away the tears, you spot a faint light that moves across the forest. you watch it for a moment, wondering if you had died out in the snow and that this light was coming for you. but as you squint, you see the unmistakable bounce of blonde curls.
misty.
you peel back from nat, both of your cries coming to a steady.
"look." you whisper to her, nodding in misty's direction. your eyes travel back to nat's as she looks at you for a brief second, her lashes blinking away tears before she cranes her neck to look behind where misty is.
both of your heads follow her as she walks further into the woods, curious as to what she's doing. nat grabs your hand and steps forward, wobbling a bit, and looks to you again.
"let's follow her."
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callsign-mayhem · 4 months ago
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heaven is a place on earth (b.b)
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female!Reader Word count: 4.6k CW: Smut and swearing. MINORS DNI.
A roller rink with the Daggers, a bet with Bradley Bradshaw, and a photo booth that’s about to get way too hot. Lose the game, make the move—neither one of you is backing down, especially when the stakes are so high.
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Rollerskating was—of course—Mickey’s idea. Who else, at the ripe age of 32, would suggest it when faced with the question of what to do on a Friday night?
It had come about earlier in the week when Javy complained that he was bored of spending every Friday at The Hard Deck. At first, you were shocked to hear it, but the more you thought about it, the more you realised that you felt the same. The Hard Deck was great and would always be the Dagger Squad’s designated hangout spot, but you could do with a change.
Everybody agreed, but by Thursday night, there was still no plan for the following evening. Jake had suggested a country bar in the city, which you and Reuben had liked the sound of. Turns out, you were the only ones.
Natasha had suggested sushi, but you weren’t a fan and Mickey didn’t think it was exciting enough for your first Friday adventure away from The Hard Deck.
You were getting ready for bed when the text came through to the Dagger Squad group chat.
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And that’s how you found yourself lacing up the old pair of skates you’d dug out from the back of your closet.
‘Since when do you own rollerskates?’ Jake retorted.
‘Since college.’ You replied. ‘I got a lot of use out of them. I had a friend who loved skating, and she forced me to buy a pair.’
Jake raised a brow. ‘Doesn’t match up with the version of you I have in my head.’
‘You’re just annoyed ‘cause I’m gonna show you up. Bet you’re shit at skating.’ You smirked.
Bradley, who was lacing up his own skates next to you, huffed a laugh. Jake’s shit-eating grin faltered. He was getting that look he always got when he challenged someone.
‘How hard can it be?’ He asked, full of fake bravado.
‘It’s harder than it looks.’ You told him.
‘Ten bucks says you fall on your ass before I do.’
You looked up at him and smirked, reaching your hand out so you could shake on it. ‘Oh, you’re so on.’
‘Material Girl’ by Madonna blasted through the overhead speakers, and disco lights spattered the rink with colour. The neon-coloured seats outside the rink were shaped like giant blobs of paint, and the Daggers were spread across three of them, getting ready to make total fools of themselves.
Bob shifted uneasily as he eyed his feet, trying to figure out how to stand up without sprawling flat out on the ground. You stood up easily and glided over to him, earning you a whistle from Reuben.
‘You okay, Bobby?’ You asked, even though you already knew the answer.
He offered you a weak smile. ‘I’ve never skated before.’
‘That’s okay, I’ll help.’
You held out both hands and he took them tentatively. His palms were slick with nervous sweat, and you had to swallow a laugh. It would only make him more nervous if he thought you were making fun of him.
‘Alright, on the count of three. One…two…’
And then you pulled him up. He couldn’t straighten his legs at first, and he wobbled a bit, but after a couple of seconds he was standing up straight and steady.
‘There you go.’ You praised. ‘Easy peasy.’
Nat, who was leaning against the edge of the rink waiting for everyone, clapped.
‘Now you’ve actually gotta move, Floyd.’ She called out.
Bob glanced at her nervously.
‘Ignore her. You fly in multi-million dollar jets every day, Bob. You can get yourself from here to the rink.’
Thankfully, this turned out to be precisely the right thing to say. You held on to one of his hands, and the two of you gently edged over to Nat. It took longer than it should have, but he was still upright by the time he got there, so you counted that as a win.
‘Well done.’ You beamed.
You were about to step out onto the rink when Mickey called out your name.
‘Can I get a ride, too? I’m stuck!’ He yelled.
You rolled your eyes. ‘This was your idea!’
‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I know how to skate!’
You whizzed over to where Mickey was standing. He smiled sheepishly as you took his hand and repeated the same steps you’d taken with Bob. Mickey almost fell over, but he was right by the rink by that point, so he grabbed the edge to stop it from happening.
Effortlessly, you spun around. ‘Okay, anybody else?’
Bradley rolled over almost as effortlessly as you had. He was wearing one of his more ‘out there’ Hawaiian shirts, and the pink flowers seemed to glow in the dark. Honestly, you were a bit gutted that he didn’t need your help—it would’ve been a good excuse to hold his hand.
He leaned down so you would be able to hear him. ‘Hangman needs help, but he’s too proud to admit it.’ Bradley murmured, his breath warm against the side of your neck.
You hoped he didn’t notice the goosebumps that broke out across your skin.
‘I wouldn’t help him even if he asked.’ You retorted.
Javy and Reuben managed to get over to the rink's edge without much trouble, but Jake was checking his phone one last time and ensuring it was secure in the pocket of his jeans.
‘What’re you waitin’ for, Hangman?’ You shouted.
He rolled his eyes, and you and Bradley both laughed.
Jake on roller skates reminded you of a baby deer that hadn’t learned to walk properly yet. You suspected you would be ten bucks richer in the next five minutes.
Madonna gave way to ‘Take On Me’ by Aha, and Bradley nudged your arm with his elbow.
‘I love this song, let’s get out there. Hangman will catch up.’
His smile and joyous energy were infectious, so you followed him onto the rink without a word, and without looking back at poor Jake who was stuck behind a group of kids who were skating better than he was.
‘It’s the carpet.’ You heard him say. ‘I’ll be fine once I get off the carpet.’
Reuben, Coyote, and Nat were right behind Bradley and you. You mistakenly thought it would be a while before any of them could catch up on you, but then Nat glided past you, her dark hair billowing out behind her.
‘Whoa, Phoenix! I thought you couldn’t skate!’ Bradley exclaimed.
She spun around, so she was rolling backwards. ‘I never said that. There are plenty of things you don’t know about me!’
She sped off. Reuben and Javy tried to catch up, but their glides weren’t long enough, and they wobbled a lot.
‘You’re shuffling, not skating.’ You instructed. ‘You need to push the tips of your toes into the floor and then push forward.’
They wore matching confused frowns, and you huffed in annoyance. ‘It’s hard to explain. Just watch my feet!’
When the song's chorus kicked in, you pushed off and started taking long strides across the rink. When you got close to the edge, you leaned to your left to get around the corner, and then picked up your speed. It felt like being 21 again, carefree and full of boundless energy.
By the time Mickey, Bob and Jake finally joined the rest of the squad on the rink, you'd done three loops.
Reuben and Javy watched you closely; before long, they were building their confidence. Bradley was skating next to them, watching you with an impressed smirk.
It was easily the most fun you’d had in months.
Especially when Jake got too cocky, sped up and went straight into the barrier around the rink. You felt it in your body when he smashed into the floor.
You got to him quickly and helped him back onto his feet.
‘Are you hurt?’ You asked.
‘Just my pride.’
You grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. ‘In that case, you owe me ten dollars.’ You said, and then you were on your way again.
Nat was teaching Bob and Mickey the same technique you’d taught Javy and Reuben, who were now racing each other around the rink. You’d slowed down next to Bradley to watch the commotion that was sure to end in tears.
Not five seconds later, the same group of kids that had gotten in Jake’s way were right in their path. The pair of them were going way too fast to stop, and before you could shout, the whole lot of them were in a pile on the floor. Both you and Bradley doubled over in hysterics, unable to breathe properly.
You were laughing so hard that you almost fell over. Bradley grabbed your waist with his big, strong hands, steadying you immediately. The warmth of his touch through the skin-tight fabric of your tank top was something you doubted you’d be able to forget anytime soon.
‘Easy, sweetheart.’ He said gruffly.
Your heart pitter-pattered, loud and fast enough that you were sure he could hear it over ‘Heaven Is A Place On Earth.’ Your mind wandered to the other places you wouldn’t mind those hands being, and you were nearing dangerous territory. Like, not-being-able-to-look-Bradley-in-the-eye-without-kissing-him territory.
But then Mickey rolled up beside you, the rest of the Daggers in tow, demanding your hand. Apparently, there was a first time for everything, because suddenly, you’d all made one long link. A friendship link, as Mickey had so gleefully yelled. You were skating around the rink in one long chain, laughing and singing along to Belinda Carlisle. It was a neon-coloured, cotton-candy scented dream.
Nearly two hours passed. The time flew by so quickly that when someone announced over the intercom that the seven o'clock group had only 5 minutes left, you were genuinely gobsmacked.
‘There’s no way we’ve been here that long already!’ Mickey exclaimed.
‘I know right,’ you said, pretty bummed out. ‘We’re gonna have to come back, I really enjoyed tonight.’
Nat looped her arm through yours. ‘I think even Hangman enjoyed himself towards the end.’
Jake was in front of you, trying to learn how to skate backwards with Bradley, who kept catching your eye on purpose.
There had always been chemistry between you, but nothing had ever come of it. In actual fact, tonight was the most obvious the two of you had been about it.
Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on this too much, because you had to get off the rink. The group chatted happily as they removed their skates and put their shoes back on. Everybody else had rented skates, so you went outside to wait while they returned them.
After two hours of skating, the fresh air was a relief. Your skates were tied together, slung over your shoulder, and you closed your eyes and lifted your face to the sky, breathing deeply. A night with your squad always left you feeling whole in ways that alone time didn’t.
‘Y/N!’ Bradley called.
You turned around to find him standing in the doorway holding what appeared to be two beers.
‘There’s an arcade upstairs, and bowling. You comin’ back in?’
This wasn’t part of the plan, but you were happy that the night wasn’t over yet.
‘What, so I can kick your ass at every game?’ You teased.
Bradley cocked a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching as he suppressed a smirk. God, you wanted to kiss that stupid mouth.
‘How about we make a bet of our own?’ He said, watching as you strolled over to him.
You didn’t stop until you were right in front of him, close enough that if you stood on your tiptoes just slightly, your lips would be touching.
‘What do you have in mind?’
He stared at you intently, eyes dark with lust. His brief glance at your glossed lips was a dead giveaway. ‘First one to lose a game has to make the first move.’ He rasped.
You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and he released a short, exasperated breath.
‘Deal.’
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Reuben, Javy, Bob and Mickey were locked into a serious game of bowling. You weren’t sure, but you thought they were playing for money. Nat and Jake were playing air hockey—rather viciously. After dumping your skates, you and Bradley set about choosing a game to play.
Mickey had really lucked-out by finding this place. The arcade was chock-full of different games and amusements—so many that you were overwhelmed by choices.
Bradley suggested Mortal Kombat, to which you politely declined. You counter-offered the race car sim, but Bradley wasn’t feeling it.
After playfully debating pros and cons for most of the games, the pair of you found yourself in front of Dance Dance Revolution.
There were so many pros for this one. For one, you kicked ass at DDR. For two, you would be in close proximity the entire time. You could accidentally trip him up or something.
Bradley shook his head slowly. ‘Uh-uh. Nope.’ He made a point of popping the ‘p’.
‘Why?’ You whined. ‘Please, it’ll be fun. Besides, I suck at this game so I’ll probably lose anyway.’ You lied.
Bradley eyed you suspiciously. Then, he got distracted and he trailed over your entire body. You might as well have been standing naked in front of him, for the way it made you feel.
He licked his bottom lip and you shivered. ‘Fine. Dance battle it is.’
You stepped onto the DDR platform, rolling your shoulders as the neon lights flickered over the screen. Bradley took the spot next to you, cracking his knuckles like he was about to go into battle.
He glanced over, that cocky smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth. ‘Think you can keep up with me, sweetheart?’ He teased, nudging your shoulder.
The machine beeped, the song selection flashing across the screen, and you scrolled through the options with deliberate slowness, dragging out the moment just to watch him fidget. His hands settled on his hips, chest rising and falling as he exhaled through his nose. Oh, he wants to win. Badly.
But when you finally picked a song and stepped back, Bradley leaned in—just enough for his breath to ghost over your cheek—and murmured, ‘Hope you don’t get too distracted.’
The countdown ticked down, and the first notes of the song exploded from the speakers. The arrows rolled up the screen, and you both moved in sync, feet tapping out the rhythm like it was second nature. You were laser-focused—at first. But then you glanced over, and Bradley was watching you, not the screen.
He was still nailing every step, his body moving effortlessly, but his eyes? They flickered over to yours, his smirk widening when he caught you looking. Oh, he was playing dirty.
‘You’re slowing down, sweetheart.’ He taunted over the pounding bass, his voice smug and dripping with amusement.
You gritted your teeth and snapped your gaze back to the screen, doubling down—faster steps. Perfect timing. Your score started climbing, matching his. But then—distraction struck back.
Bradley suddenly rolled his hips with the beat, his arms lifting slightly like he was actually dancing instead of just playing, and your brain stuttered.
‘Oh, come on.’ You huffed, missing an arrow.
His laughter was rich and victorious, but you didn’t have time to glare at him. The song kicked into high gear, the steps coming rapid-fire, and you forced yourself to focus, willing your feet to move faster, faster, until—
The screen flashed.
PLAYER TWO: GAME OVER.
Your heart sank as you realised what just happened. One tiny misstep, one moment of distraction, and—
Bradley whooped, punching the air. ‘And that, sweetheart, is game.’ He crowed, stepping off the platform with the swagger of a man who knew exactly what was coming next.
Your stomach flipped as he turned back to face you, grinning like the cat who got the cream. ‘You remember the bet, don’t you?’
Oh, you remembered.
And from the way he was looking at you—his lips slightly parted, his hands twitching at his sides like he was holding himself back—so did he.
You’d felt pretty confident up until about five seconds ago, and now the rug had been ripped out from under you. The DDR machine was in a poorly lit corner at the back of the arcade. Panicking slightly, you scanned your surroundings, trying to devise a plan. What if someone saw you? Were you supposed to kiss him?
Then your attention was snagged by the photo booth against the opposite wall. It was nestled between the back wall and a claw machine full of Jellycats. If this next part went well, you made a mental note to bring Bradley back here and make him win one for you.
Now you had a plan, your confidence was slowly trickling back in. After one more glance around the space to make sure none of the Daggers were watching, you grabbed Bradley’s hand and pulled him towards the photo booth.
‘Romantic.’ He quipped, a shit-eating grin to rival Jake’s plastered on his face.
If you thought DDR was close quarters, this was something else entirely. The bench was just big enough for the two of you.
You pushed the button to start it up, and prepared to pose for the first picture.
You knew the first one would be cute, because you and Bradley were both grinning like lovesick fools. As the countdown began for the second picture, your confidence finally hit max capacity…
Without giving yourself time to back out, you put your hand on the top of Bradley’s thigh and just before the camera snapped, you (not so) gently grabbed his dick. Now you were the one sporting the shit-eating grin, and Bradley’s head snapped towards you. That move had made him practically rabid.
You stared each other down, the countdown totally forgotten about. It didn’t matter, anyway. You were perfectly on time without even trying.
One minute, you were staring, and the next, Bradley was on you. Your hands were in his hair as he pulled you onto his lap and let both of his hands rest on your ass. The kiss was sloppy and frantic; you didn’t dare stop even though you were breathless. You’d been waiting a long time for this. You silently thanked your past self for choosing this little white tennis skirt. You could feel Bradley’s hard-on through your underwear.
His hands, which were on top of your skirt, now reached under so he was touching bare skin (another thank you to your past self for the pretty white thong). This only seemed to intensify the moment, because his lips moved to your neck. It was your turn to make noise when he began sucking on the sweet spot just below your earlobe. Honestly, you hadn’t meant for the moan to escape you, but it had, and he’d definitely heard it.
Bradley stopped only to tease you. ‘Oh, you like that do you?’
‘B-bradley.’ You breathed.
‘Okay, okay.’ He whispered. ‘I’ll carry on.’
And he did. You became a squirming, writhing mess on top of him, and he was eating it up. You’d lost the bet and you wanted to take some control back. While he was busy kissing your neck, you undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and reached in. You were sly and quick about it, and he barely had enough time to register what you were doing before you were palming his dick over his boxers.
Bradley’s breath caught in his throat as he tilted his head back up to look at you. His eyes were all pupil, and his cheeks were as red as the photo booth curtain. How was it possible for a man to be so fucking sexy and so adorable at the same time?
You had him right where you wanted him. Or so you’d thought. Stupidly, you found yourself getting distracted by the size of him, and that’s when he took two fingers and slipped them underneath the wet fabric separating you from him. All he had to do was make one stroke, and you were mewing in his lap.
‘Unless you want me to fuck you in this photobooth,’ you snapped. ‘You better cut that shit out.’
A deep, husky chuckle rolled through him, vibrating against your chest. You were half-joking, but he took your threat seriously. Adjusting slightly, he pulled his jeans down so they were at his knees, and then let you resume your former position. If you shimmied forward slightly, you’d be sitting directly on his dick, just his boxers and your flimsy underwear between you. Luckily for you, you didn’t have to decide whether to do that or not, because Bradley gripped your thighs and pulled you forward.
Dizzy with lust, you reached around and pulled his length from his boxers. Following your lead, he pulled your thong to the side, and slowly pushed two fingers deep into the heat of you. You bit back a moan that would have been far too loud, and his smirk was so frustrating that you had to cover his mouth with yours to hide it. He licked your bottom lip, and you let him taste you. It was a good distraction from the noises you were thinking about making.
‘I don’t have a condom.’ He whispered against your lips.
You were in such a state of ecstasy that you could barely get two words out. You just about managed to say one, which was simply ‘pill.’
He chuckled darkly again, and you tightened around his fingers. ‘Can you give me a full sentence, pretty girl? I need to make sure we’re both on the same page.’
He was being genuine, but he also couldn’t help himself. He added another finger and watched your eyes roll into the back of your head.
‘Sweet girl?’ He prompted.
You had a death grip on his bicep. ‘I’m. On. The. Pill.’ You said through gritted teeth.
‘See,’ he whispered, positioning himself beneath you. ‘That wasn’t so hard, was it?’
‘I’m gonna get you back for that someday, Bradshaw.’
‘I look forward to it.’
His tip pressed against your entrance. Briefly, you wondered what would happen if one of the Daggers, or some random stranger, came down to this end of the arcade. But then you were sinking onto Bradley’s cock, and the worries just melted away. As he gripped your hips and to help you get a rhythm, the phrase ‘rearrange my guts’ took on a totally new meaning. You groaned, and Bradley captured your lips in a brief kiss.
‘Quiet, sweetheart.’
Something about his commanding tone made it harder to keep quiet. You bit down on your lip to keep from shouting his name at the top of your lungs.
You were having sex. With Bradley Bradshaw. In a photo booth.
If Bradley hadn’t suddenly grabbed your hips, lifted you slightly, and started thrusting up into you, you would’ve laughed.
‘Fuck,’ he stuttered. ‘You feel so good.’
You were close. You tightened around him and he groaned again—it was your new favourite sound.
‘I’m-’
‘Me too.’
And then both of you were coming. Hard. His head rolled back as he tipped over the edge and spilled into you. It felt like someone had used your nerve endings to light a match.
You rode out your highs together, and when you were spent, you let out a long, shaky breath.
‘Holy fuck.’ You said.
Bradley ran a hand through his hair. ‘Well, I hope you like souvenirs, baby, ‘cause we’re keeping those pictures.’
You laughed. ‘We should probably get out of here. We’ve been missing a while.’
He kissed you again, for good measure. ‘I need to ask you something.'
You cocked your head. ‘What?’
‘Was that a one time thing?’
‘I really, really hope not.’
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Back at the bowling lanes, Jake and Nat had joined in the fun. When you and Bradley appeared, everybody turned. Jake grinned wickedly. You locked eyes with Bob and he diverted his gaze very quickly. Nat was glaring at Bradley like a disappointed mother. Mickey and Reuben both handed Javy twenty bucks. All of this happened over the course of five, extremely drawn-out seconds.
‘You two were gone a while.’ Nat pointed out, folding her arms.
You and Bradley glanced at each other, unsure how to approach this situation.
‘We were playing Dance Dance Revolution.’ You told her. ‘I lost a bet.’
‘Really.’ She droned, sounding almost bored.
Oh, she knew alright.
You scrambled for something to say, tried to ignore the heat of everyone’s eyes burning into you. It was like they could see your sinful act written all over you.
And the ground might as well have opened up and swallowed you whole when Nat said: ‘Take any nice pictures?’
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A/N: Just a little one shot while I try to motivate myself to finish my WIPs. This is my first time writing smut, so if it sucks, go easy on me.
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shurisneakers · 6 months ago
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saw your requests were open and i figured i would humbly aid 🫡
everyone is always like “oh! bucky with a golden retriever reader this! bucky with a sunshine reader that!” what about bucky with a reader who’s just as moody as he is??
no one ever writes two grumps together and i think it would be an interesting dynamic
Summary: It's New Years Eve and this man simply refuses to do anything but be a pain in your ass.
Warnings: cursing, alcohol
A/N: Sid. did you know. did you know that you're literally a genius. you're so right about grumpy x grumpy. i do not know if I have done this justice but I wrote this out on my phone because I like this request so much thank you for sending one in 😭❤️
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New Year’s Eve is a migraine wrapped in tinsel and cheap champagne. You’ve seen too many years roll over into nothing to care anymore.
Doesn’t matter. You’re here because the bar’s open, and when someone says “open bar,” you take it as a challenge to see how open it can really be.
“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks.
“Whatever’s most expensive.”
He ducks under the counter, comes back with a bottle that looks more like a museum piece than alcohol. Fancy glasswork, gold lettering, the works.
He starts, “This one’s got notes of-”
“Let me see,” you interrupt.
The second the bottle’s in your hands, you turn and walk away.
He sputters behind you, but you wave him off. “Put it on the billionaire’s tab."
You snake through the crowd and confetti, nodding at a few familiar faces but not stopping for any. Emergency exit in sight, you take a seat where you can watch the chaos unfold while staying out of it.
"Pass the bottle."
You don't even bother looking at him as you respond, "Go steal your own."
"You took the most expensive one."
"Get another one."
"This is easier."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Real festive of you."
Still, despite your best efforts, he’s already taking a seat, uninvited.
You take another swig before passing the bottle to him without another word.
He glances at you. "Why are you here?"
"Well, it was quiet before someone showed up."
"Must'a really pissed you off," he says, tipping the bottle back.
God, Bucky was fucking annoying. But his cheeks are flushed pink and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow.
"Why are you here?" you scowl.
"It's quiet," he replies, like just knows it'll make you mad. He's right.
"You’re in my space.”
“This isn’t your space.”
“I was here first.”
“Congrats. Want a medal?”
"Leave."
"No," he states, resolutely.
Bucky’s the human equivalent of a rock in your shoe- persistent, irritating, and impossible to ignore.
You feel face warm with irritation. "Where's your date gone?"
"Nat set me up, I've never met her before," he says, as though it’s the least surprising thing in the world. "Haven't seen her in thirty minutes."
"What, you couldn't brood your way into her pants?"
He gives you a dry, unimpressed look. "I don't kiss and tell."
"Doesn't look like you're doing any kissing at all," you scoff.
He tips the bottle back, takes a slow drink, then hands it to you. "You think about me kissing a lot?"
"I don't think about you."
He snorts, low and humorless, and you hate that it makes you want to laugh.
Bucky's fucking annoying. He's run his hand too many times through his hair, and there’s a smudge of something on his collar. Lipstick, maybe. And he's stretched out too damn much, like he's right at home.
He sends you a look. It makes you want to hide. You hate the way his eyes linger, like he’s waiting for you to flinch.
"Bottle," you demand.
He hands it over silently, crossing his arms over his chest, staring right ahead.
"How much longer?" he asks, checking his watch.
"You can leave."
"Sure can," he says, but doesn’t move.
"So leave."
"No."
You stare at him. "Find somewhere else to sit."
"No," he replies.
The minutes stretch. The bottle passes back and forth, your irritation simmering every time he exhales, every time he looks at you like he’s got something to say but doesn’t.
Bucky was fucking annoying. He smelt like expensive cologne and Tide detergent. His eyes are tired and his voice is scratchy. when he shifts beside you, it’s like he takes up more space than anyone has a right
He holds his hand out for the bottle. You give it to him.
"What are you gonna do at midnight?" he asks.
"Finish this bottle."
"What about after?"
"I'll get another one."
Bucky rolls his eyes. “That all?”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” You glare at him, but he doesn’t flinch. He never does.
“Good."
His jaw’s tense, his eyes dark and sharp, and for a second, you think maybe he’s as pissed at himself as you are.
Silence falls. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not uncomfortable either. It’s just there. Like him.
"What’re you gonna do at midnight? Cry into whiskey?” you ask pointedly.
“I could, but you drank it all." He rolls his eyes.
There's a lot left. You give him the bottle. He takes it without a word, fingers brushing against yours.
Bucky takes a swig. “No one waiting for you at midnight?"
"Loads," you scoff. "Got a line out the damn door waiting to kiss me."
"Uh huh," be says.
There's silence.
You look at him, only for find him eyeing you.
“No one waiting for you?”
You scoff. “Why, you volunteering?”
He doesn’t answer right away, just studies you with those sharp, unreadable eyes. “Maybe.”
"Sure, Barnes, I'll kiss you at midnight," you drag sarcastically.
His face doesn't shift. Your brows furrow.
"Christ, you're bein' serious," you mumble.
He shrugs non committedly. "I could think of worse things to do."
"Wow," you say dryly. "Charming."
"Just sayin'."
With two minutes to go, you find that it's harder to look him in the eye. Your heart stumbles over itself, and you take another drink to cover the sudden heat crawling up your neck.
Either the whiskey was really starting to take hold, or the damn spirit of the damn season was getting to you.
"Look, I wasn't plannin' on asking anyone else," he says.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Do with that what you will," he says, taking a swig.
"What about your date?" you test.
"Don't think she remembers I exist."
You observe him. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his coat jacket lay on his lap. His bowtie also hung precariously from his neck.
Bucky was really fucking annoying. His hair is toussled and his stubble is rough and you're fairly certain his nose is sunburnt. You know this because you've been staring at him every day from the second he stepped foot in the compound, withdrawn and scowling.
It's late and you're tired of a lot of things and you're careless, so you stare too long. He catches you.
"What?" he bites.
"I'm assessing," you say, then add grudgingly, “You're not... terrible."
Which is a lie. He's beautiful. He's acutely aware of this on some days. Those days are harder for you.
He stares at you. "I can see why there's a line out the door for you."
"Go join them," you say. "I'll finally get some fuckin' quiet."
He exhales a short laugh. "No."
You can hear the crowd shouting numbers, but it’s distant, unimportant. Bucky’s eyes are on you, steady.
The crowd cheers.
Bucky's really fucking annoying.
But he kisses you like he's liked you all his life. Like he's real tired of waiting. It lingers just long enough to make your stomach flip when you realise he still tastes like whiskey.
When he pulls back, he doesn’t look smug. He doesn’t say anything at all. Just hands you the bottle and leans back like nothing happened.
His cheeks are red. His lips are swollen. He's never looked prettier in his damn life.
“Happy New Year,” you mutter, staring at the bottle because you can’t look at him.
“Sure,” he says, voice low, almost hoarse.
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levanswrites · 6 months ago
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underneath the tree
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pairing: steve rogers x agent!reader
summary: Everything is where it should be: a giant pot of mulled wine simmering quietly on the stove, colorful bags of icing and sugary sprinkles strewn all over the cookie decorating station. Even an old-timey record player crackles softly in the corner, one you’d thrifted on a whim in hopes of teasing a certain someone about it.
Except that certain someone wasn’t… here. 
warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, light angst
word count: 2.7k
a/n: hey friends, this one’s a holiday special w/ pure fluff (and a pinch of angst b/c who am i without it?) feedback is always welcome! thanks for reading and happy holidays 🎄✨
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“Santa’s… Favorite… Ho.” 
The words glitter in bold, obnoxious cursive, smack dab across the chest of your favorite red-haired assassin. 
“Good one, Romanoff.”  You smirk, biting back a laugh as she levels you with a deadpan stare, betrayed by the faint twitch at the corner of her crimson lips.  
Your very first time hosting a Christmas Party. 
Or, as Nat lovingly dubbed it—a ’Derelict’s Christmas.’ 
It’s a tradition you’re determined to start this year, for anyone on the team without family during the holidays—a way to make sure no one spends this time of year alone.
And, naturally, another opportunity to humiliate your coworkers. 
The rules were simple: everyone had to show up in the ugliest, most eye-searing sweater they could find. No exceptions.
And I mean ugly, Nat. A basic red sweater is not ugly. 
Even Bucky’s adhered to your law, donning a laid-back penguin wearing sunglasses, sprawled beneath the words ‘Chill Vibes Only.’ A festive tinsel garland spirals around his left arm, which will undoubtedly be the subject of jokes he won’t live down until well after New Years.
Wait, does this make you the Winter Wonderland Soldier?
As you glance around your living room, soft, warm light dances off the mismatched decorations adorning the walls—the kind you’d spent all week setting up—and you can’t help but feel a distinct melancholic warmth reserved for this time of the year.
Everything is where it should be: a giant pot of mulled wine simmering quietly on the stove, colorful bags of icing and sugary sprinkles strewn all over the cookie decorating station. Even an old-timey record player crackles softly in the corner, one you’d thrifted on a whim in hopes of teasing a certain someone about it.
Except that certain someone wasn’t… here. 
Your eyes flick to the door for what must be the tenth time in as many minutes.
No luck. 
You try to tell yourself it’s just traffic, that he’ll walk through any second. But the party flows on, cruelly indifferent—drinks flowing, laughter bubbling—Sam’s already made his second sappy toast of the night and is well on his way to a third. With each passing minute, the excitement in your chest grows heavy, twisting into disappointment.
Sure, he’s probably got a million other things to do. Even on Christmas. 
But when you’d brought up your little soiree, he’d agreed with a gentle nod of his head, and smiled in that boyish way that made your heart flutter.
Sounds fun, I’ll be there.  
It’s not like him to just leave you hanging. But when there’s no work emergency and everyone else is here, it’s hard not to take it personally. 
Your mind feels exhausted, steaming like a train running low on fuel, huffing its way to its final station, desperate to come up with more excuses. You’ve run out of them about two drinks ago.
You’re about to prepare your third, slumped against the kitchen island with a cutting board under you, when a quiet voice cuts through your haze.
“Not feelin’ the holiday spirit?”
You start at the interruption, the lime in your hand slipping from your fingers and tumbling away, rolling off the cutting board with a soft thump.
“Jesus, Barnes, give a girl a warning.”
You abandon your knife with a quiet sigh, eyes following the trail of red and green tinsel up Bucky’s arm as he steps in closer.
Lips twitching in something like amusement, he leans casually against the counter, gaze flicking pointedly toward your apartment entrance before drifting back to you.
“Noticed you’ve been staring at that door all night.”
The words hit you harder than you expect. You force a roll of your eyes, dismissing his observation with a shrug. But your fingers hesitate over the cutting board, the lime mocking you from its spot against the cool backsplash. 
“I’m not—” You cut yourself off, the words tasting too defensive.  
A heavier sigh slips from you when you reach for your glass instead.
“It’s just not like him, you know?” You mutter, swirling the last sip in your glass before downing it. Your lips come up sticky-sweet from the rim when you mumble, more to yourself than him.
“I mean, sure, he’s busy, but…” You trail off, meeting Bucky’s gaze to find that the teasing glint was gone, replaced with something softer, unreadable. The shift unsettles you, and your stomach twists.
“What?” The word comes out sharper than you intended.
He tilts his head, as if weighing his words, and the silence grows heavy—a non-answer wrapped in a knowing look. Brows furrowed, you wait, trying to decipher his hesitation. 
It’s another long beat before he sighs, lifting himself off the counter, and taps his fingers absently against the edge. 
His eyes dart to the side, glancing briefly over the room. “He… didn’t want me to tell anyone.” 
Your fingers tighten instinctively around the stem of your glass, teeth scraping over the remnants of sugar sticking to your bottom lip. 
“About what?”
He exhales sharply through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, Steve’s…” His gaze flicks to yours, softening, “He’s probably over at New York-Presbyterian.”
Your stomach drops, fingers slipping around the glass as you reach for the countertop. The train jolts back to life, racing faster than ever, the wheels screeching as each thought barrels forward, colliding with the next in a blur of frantic speed.
The hospital?Why, was he hurt?What happened?How had you not heard?
“No, no, he’s not—” Bucky cuts in quickly, raising a hand to stave off your growing panic. The wince on his face softens into a small, apologetic laugh,
“He’s fine. Just…volunteering for the kids. Does it every year.”  
You blink, the rush of thoughts screeching to a sudden halt.
“He’s…”
It takes all of two seconds for the realization to register, your body moving before your mind can catch up. The glass is abandoned on the counter as you scramble for the nearest coat, not caring whose it is, and rush for the door.
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The pediatric ward offers a welcome reprieve from the usual maze of sterile corridors—paper snowflakes and crayon drawings adorning the walls, giant inflatable snowmen standing guard at the entrances to patient rooms. A small Christmas tree, twinkling with homemade ornaments and tinsel, stands next to the nurse’s station. 
Your desperate steps falter when you spot him in the corner of the ward, sat cross-legged over a rug in a makeshift play area, surrounded by a small circle of children. The Captain America outfit stands out amongst the sterile blues and whites—and it’s not the usual tactical gear he wears on covert missions, muted tones and coarse to the touch. 
No, its the spandex version of his uniform, that ridiculously colorful suit he’d worn to punch Hitler on stage every night. Soft patches of red, white, and blue that fit snugly around his shoulders, but hang a little loose over the rest of his frame.
He’s reading from a tiny children’s book, splayed open in one hand, while the other steadies a little boy in a hospital gown perched on top of his shoulders. The boy’s eyes are wide, glued to the page as Steve gently rocks him side to side.
You hesitate, pulse quickening, letting his soft, steady voice wash over you for a moment—a rhythmic murmur that envelops the quiet corner of the ward. 
It’s not until he finishes the book that he realizes you’re standing there.
Soft blue eyes crinkle at the edges when he frowns, starting to uncross his legs.
"Hey, uh… guys, new mission,” He’s still a little unsure when he sets the book down, gaze still on you. “…whoever can help me clean up the blocks gets to pick the next game, okay?” He clears his throat, smiling back at the eager group as they scramble off to the toy bins in the corner. He gently lowers the boy from his shoulders, letting the little one rush off to join the others. 
You move forward, feet shuffling against the soft foam padding of the floor. As Steve meets you halfway, you clutch the sleeves of your sweater tightly, heart hammering.
“Hi.” He breathes out, surprise still evident in the small dip between his brows, though it gives way to a gentle smile. 
“Hey.” Your words come out choked, something unmistakably tightening in your chest. 
“How did you…” His eyes flit down to the loud pattern on your sweater, then behind you at the clock. His gaze lingers there for a moment, eyes fluttering shut in disbelief. 
“Shoot. I’m sorry, I had no idea it got this late. I was going to—”
“—Steve.” Your voice cracks, thick and watery—frustration, sadness, guilt, longing, all tangled with a deep, aching incredulity. 
And goddamn it, why was the tip of your nose prickling?
You take another step toward him, now close enough to notice the tiny details of his uniform—the delicate lines of stitching, the faded patch of white over his chest. And as your eyes trail over the frayed seams, you can’t help but lift a hand, the tip of your index tracing a gentle line against the end of a loose thread, pressing it down and watching it pop back up. It’s all you can do to keep from collapsing into his arms, or punching him square in the chest. 
“It’s been sitting in my closet too long,” he murmurs, the low timbre vibrating against your palm, “Figured I’d take it out for a spin.”
Your eyes snap up, and the air that escapes your nose is somewhere between a snort and a desperate cry because you know you’re fucked. 
Utterly ruined by this ridiculous, stupid, dumb man standing in front of you. 
And when he tucks his bottom lip under his teeth, trapping the soft pink flesh in quiet hesitation, the spring finally snaps. 
Brows furrowed, he's halfway into offering some kind of reassurance—maybe another damn apology—when you rise on your tiptoes, yanking him down by the loose collar of his uniform.
And then it’s nothing but the heady sensation of his lips flush against yours, a little stiff but warm and alive just the same. His broad hands find their way to the small of your back, the pressure against your lips growing firmer as he bends down, pulling you in closer. You’re gripping his uniform so tight your knuckles have turned white, but you refuse to let go even when he pulls back, his breath warm and steady against your skin. 
His gaze is soft, searching, and you become acutely aware of the hot sting rising behind your eyes, the bruising grip on his collar the only thing holding you together. You wonder if he feels it too, the weight of so much time lost and longing unspoken, rushing to fill the space between you. 
Then he smiles—a quiet, unguarded thing that tugs at the corners of his lips and lights up his eyes.
And just like that, the weight in your chest slips away as if it was never there.
His gaze flits down to your lips, eyelids fluttering tenderly as he starts to lean back in, only to be stopped short by a ripple of delighted gasps from about three feet below.
“Look, look, they’re kissing!”  
“Steve is that your girrrlfriend?"
A gaggle of children ambushes you two—a surprise strike from all sides with no escape route. Squeals of joy pierce the air as tiny hands grasp at Steve’s uniform, tugging at his sleeves, pulling at his boot. It's a full-on siege, and you’re caught squarely in the middle. Steve looks back at you, brows raised in defeat.
“Oh my god, she’s toootally his girlfriend!”
“Cap-tain America sitting on a tree,” A loud chorus of singing erupts. “K-I-S-S-I-N—“
“Okay, okay, guys–“ He’s got the biggest, dumbest grin on his face when he raises a hand to try and quiet the noise, the other still resting on your waist. 
He’s blushing something fierce, redder than a Christmas stocking, and hell, if your cheeks aren’t warming up too. 
The nurse on duty eventually settles down the noise, gently ushering the children out of the play area and leading them to their rooms. You watch warily as the kids shuffle out, stuffed animals raised in the air as they wave goodbye.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…”
“No, we should’ve wrapped up a while ago.” Steve smiles sheepishly, his cheeks flushed as he ruffles the back of his neck. “It’s late.”
“Right.”
Silence stretches between you, deafeningly loud without all the tiny agents crowding your space. 
He steps forward, hand still curled around his nape, and you resist the urge to kiss him again. 
“Do you… wanna grab some hot chocolate?”
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You sit idly in the waiting area, observing the ease on Steve’s face as he chats with the nursing staff, thanking them before heading back toward you with two plastic cups in hand.
The seat beside you creaks under his weight, and you go to cradle the warmth in both hands with a quiet smile. Your eyes drift over to the lights wrapped around the Christmas tree near the nurse’s station, shining brightly—and with it, the familiar knot tightening in your chest.
“Every year, huh?”
“Yeah,” He nods in your periphery, “The kids seem to like it.”
Your lips quirk up in a sideways smile, “Yeah, I bet.”
A beat, then: “Did Bucky tell you?”
You nod, and his smile widens, his gaze dropping to the floor as his leg bounces ever so slightly. The shiny red of his boots gleams against the linoleum, as he taps once, twice.
“I’m sorry I missed the party.” 
You track the rhythm of the tree lights as they blink—on, off, alternating between bulbs then flashing all at once—and he’s still apologizing. 
“I was looking forward to going.”
“Steve, it’s…” you sigh, brows furrowing at the absurdity of his apology, only for a new ridiculous thought to take its place. You blink, then, nose crinkling in amusement as you swivel around in your seat. 
“Wait, were you, planning on showing up in that?”
He laughs, the sound breaking out so warm and easy. “That bad, huh?”
You gaze incredulously for a long, deliberate beat.
“You know what? I’m actually glad you didn’t come tonight. I mean, for your sake.”
Quiet laughter bubbles up in your chest, a smile tugging at your lips as you turn your gaze back forward. But in the silence that follows, a thread of bitterness winds its way back through your thoughts.
"You know," you murmur, eyes drifting to the neatly stacked parcels beneath the tree, "you’re always helping out, doing things for everyone else." A warm, fuzzy feeling hums low in your stomach—though you're not entirely sure if it’s from all the cocktails you’ve had tonight.
You sigh, your head lolling onto one shoulder as you turn to meet his gaze. 
“…does Santa ever get anything for Captain America?”
He blinks, a quiet tilt of his head followed by a slow, knowing smile.
“Well,” the chair creaks again when he leans back, stretching out his legs with a satisfied breath. “He did this year.” 
At the puzzled furrow of your brow, he shrugs, eyes dropping down to the narrow strip of linoleum between you two.
Then, a gentle tap of his ridiculous, shiny boot against your foot.
When your gaze snaps back to his, he’s wearing that same boyish grin again, wide and stupid and far too charming for its own good.
You can’t decide if it makes you want to shove him, or punch him, or kiss him—or maybe do all three just to get it out of your system—because yeah, you’re completely done for.
Utterly ruined in ways you never saw coming, and it’s all his fault.
And if he leans in for another kiss, and you let him pull you in with a shaky breath and a smile that feels like surrender—
Well, that’ll have to be between you, him, and the giant inflatable snowman keeping guard just two feet away. 
(It’s not until you’ve both finished your hot chocolate, and shared just as many kisses as laughs, that you glance down at your phone to notice Sam’s text: 
bird boy 1 hour ago
yo di u take my fcking coat??)
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wandascosmic · 6 months ago
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hii! could you write one with kinda emo aou wanda, with i hate everyone but you vibes, dating reader who’s more popular than wanda? just their cute little moments together
because of you (request)
wanda maximoff x fem!reader
summary: in which wanda was initially the prickly new member of the avengers, however you quickly became her greatest friend.
word count: 1416
tags: unedited, fluff, wanda's got a huge crush on you, a little bit of i hate everyone but you vibes but i've never really written it before so i hope i did you justice!! emo wanda being the little baby we all love (this is also like my sorta first time writing emo wanda too so my writing horizons expanded quite a bit with this request, she's genuinely just very cute though
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“You have to be cheating,” Sam says angrily, slumping on the couch and crossing his arms over his chest, slamming his controller down beside him. 
“Nope,” you respond with a grin, pleased with yourself for beating Sam at yet another video game. “You just suck.” 
Sam narrows his eyes, before rising up once again in determination. “One more round, only this time you’re handicapped by giving me a five second head start.” 
“Sure,” you agree, already prepared to win for the 15th time in a row. 
However, before you and Sam can start your video game, a tired Sokovian witch makes her way into the living room. 
“Oh, hey, Wanda,” Sam says to your girlfriend who stands beside you, immediately wrapping her arms around your shoulder. 
Wanda ignores him, and instead asks you, “Where were you?” against your neck.
“I promised Sam I would play Mario Kart with him last night,” you explain. “I bet him 50 bucks I could win 10 rounds in a row, and guess what, I’m at 70 now!” 
“Not for long!” Sam interrupts. 
“Want to stay and watch?” you ask Wanda, who hesitates for a split second, not really wanting the company of anyone else except for you, but ends up agreeing with a small nod.
You shift over on the couch to make room for her, and she immediately sits down and rests her head on your shoulder while you begin another round against Sam. 
You end up winning about 150 bucks that day. 
***
Wanda had been part of the team for about 7 months now, and you had quickly become her closest friend in the first 2. 
Wanda, at her most vulnerable and lowest moments was still riding on a lot of the guilt from Ultron, add the fact that she had just lost her only family member and best friend, and the fact that she was already a bit prickly to begin with, it was safe to say that the majority of the team was too scared of what could happen to them if they even attempted to get close to her. 
Wanda was okay with that at the time, she wanted the freedom to grieve without the added pressure of someone counting on her.
However, you were an exception. 
You broke down the walls that had been built so far up after lost plagued Wanda’s life.
Every time she would protest, you stayed, no matter what.
She was a mess, and over time you became her safe haven.
You helped her grieve, helped her overcome her anger, her sadness, and you became her hope. 
Now, Wanda could never get enough of you.
You were her best friend, and she was yours. 
Wanda was eternally grateful for your existence.
“Y/N?” Wanda asked, one month into your friendship you laying on her shoulder watching the sitcom on the TV from her bed. 
“Hm?” you responded. 
“Thank you,” Wanda said, hoping you could understand every single hidden word she wanted to convey as best she could.
You smiled up at her, “Anytime.” 
***
“Wow, Wanda, what’s got you so grumpy?” Tony asks, noticing Wanda’s very apparent frown. 
“She hasn’t seen Y/N in two days,” Nat says with a grin. “Y/N’s mission from Monday got extended last night, so now she won’t be back until tomorrow morning.” 
Wanda glared at Natasha before going back to pouring her cereal. 
“Come on, Nat,” Steve says as he walks in. “I think it’s sweet.” 
“Hey, I never said it wasn’t,” Natasha says, holding up her hands in surrender. 
Wanda’s frown deepened, despite the truthfulness to everything they were saying. 
“Come on, Wanda,” Steve said as he came around the counter to pat the witch on her back. “Just one more day.” 
Wanda nodded quietly, making her way back to her bedroom to eat her cereal and wait for your return.
***
You came back at 6AM, and your face softened as you saw Wanda laying on top of your covers, very clearly having been waiting for your return by the sitcom still running on your TV in the background. 
Carefully you kneeled beside her on the bed, gently shaking her awake. 
Wanda stirred awake slowly, looking around disoriented before she saw your face, her eyes lighting up and immediately wrapping her arms around you. “You’re back,” she whispered. 
“I was only gone 3 days,” you reply in amusement.
“Don’t care,” Wanda says, hugging you tighter. 
You hug her back in return, letting go after a few minutes to go take a shower and change into your pajamas, and Wanda doing the same. 
Then, at 6:30AM, the two of you go to bed together, and spend the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s arms. 
***
“So, what is it you want my help with?” Natasha asks, secretly gleeful at seeing the shy side of Wanda for once behind all her sharp edges. 
“I want you to help me set up Y/N’s birthday party,” Wanda says shyly, looking down at her shoes. 
“Oh, Wanda, we’re gonna have a blast,” Natasha replies, walking over to Wanda and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her to go grab the supplies. 
***
Wanda would never admit it, except maybe to you, but she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for your birthday.
You had been the only one to help her when she needed it, and every time she felt like she was too sharp, too mean, too prickly, you accepted her with unwavering kindness.
You were the only thing that made Wanda feel seen after Pietro’s death. 
And so, she needed you to see how grateful she was with everything inside of her. 
“Okay, so we’re gonna get balloons, streamers, the food and drinks, cutlery, decorations, then the cake tomorrow?” Wanda asks Natasha as the two grab everything for your birthday tomorrow.
“Yep, Tony’s money is finally going towards something useful,” Natasha says, making Wanda look over towards her curiously. “Your love for your girlfriend,” she explains.
Wanda slaps Nat’s arm in return, though she does end up blushing for the next 5 minutes. 
***
“Oh, god, what if she doesn’t like it?” Wanda asks, nervous since it’s only one hour before you’re supposed to arrive back at the compound.
Natasha pats Wanda on the back reassuringly. “It’s gonna be fine, Wanda. Truthfully it came from you, and she loves anything you do for her no matter what.” 
Wanda nods, nervously playing with her rings in anticipation.
“Can she hurry back already,” Sam groans. “I wanna eat the cake already. Wanda glares angrily at him. 
“Careful, Sam,” Nat warns playfully. “If you mess that cake up a single bit Wanda might magic you into a pickled herring.” 
Sam looks over to Wanda who’s eyes glow red in a threatening manner. 
Sam holds up his arms in surrender. 
Wanda ends up switching between being nervous and stopping Sam, Bucky, and Tony from accidentally doing something that might harm your party, and suddenly an hour has gone by.
“Y/N’s on her way back right now!” Tony calls out after asking FRIDAY. “She’s gonna be up here in two minutes!” 
“Okay, everyone hide!” Natasha yells out, grabbing Wanda to hide with her behind the counter as everyone sprawls out across the upstairs floor. 
“Please say she likes it, please say she likes it,” Wanda mutters under her breath in her hiding place so no one can hear her.
Though Nat’s absurdly good hearing foils her plan. “She’ll love it, Wanda.” 
Wanda hums in response, taking a reassuring breath before waiting to surprise you. 
“Thirty seconds everyone!” Tony calls out after FRIDAY notifies him on his watch.
3…2…1…
“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Everyone calls out after you finally make your way up the stairs.
You barely register the shock before you’re smiling widely. 
“This was all Wanda,” Nat tells you, causing you to look towards the witch who looks incredibly sheepish.
“Everyone helped,” Wanda mumbles.
“Really?” you shake your head before making your way over to your girlfriend and kissing her fiercely. “Thank you,” you whisper.
“I needed a way to show you how grateful I am that you saved me,” Wanda tells you.
“Well, you saved me too,” you reply. “You made everything so much better.” 
Wanda’s eyes light up at your confession, and she hugs you tightly, causing you to laugh and wrap your arms around her. 
“Now, how about we enjoy my birthday together, hm? This will be the best one yet because of you.”
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themilfsland · 3 months ago
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Can we switch?
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Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader
Summary: when you find out your bottom (or maybe not anymore) emo girlfriend was holding back her desires because she was afraid of her powers but you encourage her to let it all go.
Words count: ~ 3.7
tags | content: soft but smutty , bottom!Wanda (until it changes), top!reader (or maybe not this time), fingering, strap-on, magic cock, cum inside, possessiveness.
A/n: I've been thinking a lot about Emo Wanda unraveling her top side.
Time flies, as the elders say. It feels like just yesterday that Wanda joined the Avengers. She took the title of the youngest on the team, which meant you were no longer the spoiled one or the center of attention. In a way, that was a relief — Steve and Tony weren’t breathing down your neck anymore — but it probably also meant the last slice of cake wouldn’t be saved for you anymore. It's a shame, really, since you’d gotten used to the little treats Clint gave you after missions.
You remember the wary look in her eyes during that first week. She was like one of those black cats at midnight, always slipping away, avoiding interactions, and when she was forced to join group activities, she would linger in the corner of the room. "She’s still getting used to things," Steve would say. Besides, it would be hypocritical of you to criticize her behaviour — during your first month with the team, you were just about the most antisocial person possible.
Things were perfectly normal for you until Sam had the brilliant idea of suggesting you help Wanda with her training and power control. Great. Now the newbie who doesn’t even say "good morning" to you was going to be your responsibility. Of course, you tried to argue your way out of it in every possible way — how could the second-youngest — you — member of the group have enough experience to teach someone else? Unfortunately, nothing worked. The team agreed, and not even Natasha had your back this time. The reasoning was simple: you have the ability to control the elements of nature, so you were apparently the best choice to help Wanda learn to manage her powers.
And it was from that tutoring mission that you and Wanda really got to know each other, getting even closer and today marks one year since you made your relationship official. Clint bet it would take you a month to admit you were in love; Nat, knowing you better, gave it a few more months — you were way too stubborn to confess your feelings that easily. And the truth? You were already in love with her by the second week of training. Some people like to ask, "Who felt it first and who felt it deeper?" In this case, you were the first to realize your feelings for Wanda, but she was the one who ended up feeling them more intensely.
Although everyone still teases you about how rocky the beginning was — they used to say you were like a cat and a dog in a fight — now you’re more like two lovebirds. Honestly, you blamed her at first — she never listened to you, said your advice wasn’t helpful, and claimed you were being mean with your words. But over time, you started to realize how fragile Wanda really was — not in terms of strength, but when it came to her emotions and self-esteem. She was scared of herself; her own powers terrified her.
You were certain about her insecurity over her self-control during one of your training sessions. You had asked her to attack you — she hesitated and sent a weak pulse of her red energy. It had been days of you pushing her to really strike, but all you ever got was that same soft red wave. That’s when you decided to provoke her — bad idea. Your not-so-friendly words earned you a flash of her red eyes, and the next thing you knew, her magic had thrown you hard against the training room wall. You were on the floor, hand on your head, trying to process what had just happened when Wanda was suddenly above you, frantically checking for injuries and apologizing over and over. You could hear the panic in her voice.
After that day, you began to see her differently — with an understanding that no one else seemed to have. And Wanda knew it too — that you were the only one who could truly see her without needing to read her mind. It wasn’t something you had to work for; it was effortless — like the gentle pull of ocean waves, a quiet feeling between you both that grew stronger with each passing day.
Wanda didn’t change with everyone else — but she changed with you. The first time she let you take care of her bandage, the first time she asked for your help to practice a specific move, the first time she released her magic to strike without being afraid of hurting you — and the first time she let you kiss her.
You were the one feeling insecure that day. You’d always been confident, sure of your actions — but kissing Wanda? Your whole body was trembling beneath the surface. You were certain about your feelings — you loved her and wanted to be more than just teammates. But when it came to her feelings? That’s where the doubts crept in. Sometimes it felt like she was on the same page, but other times it seemed like she only saw you as a battle partner.
In the end, it was Nat who got tired of watching the two of you dance around each other with no progress. She gave you a push — with a hint of a threat — and gave you the courage to make the first move. Credit where it’s due — she was right. Despite the nerves, it all worked out in the end. Better than just good — way better.
---
"Are you two really going to eat all that?" - Nat asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Mmm, probably not, BUT that doesn’t mean you can have a piece," you said, spreading frosting on the last cupcake you’d baked. - "Maybe tomorrow, if there’s any left — and only because I’m a nice person."
"Hm, okay. Soooo..." - she ran her finger through the bowl of leftover chocolate frosting and licked it before continuing - "Do you think this is going to make it up to Wanda?"
"What do you mean by that?" - You knew exactly what she was referring to, but you decided to play dumb.
"Ah, Y/n. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone saw how Wanda was after that party on Saturday, at Stark's" she said, swiping a bit more frosting. "Oh, and all week long after that. So…? Are you two good?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know about Saturday and yes, everything’s fine," you replied in a cold tone.
"Y/n," —-she stepped closer, taking the spoon and cupcake from your hand. - "I know you. Just spit it out already. Better to say it here than let it blow up later with Wanda and make things even worse," she said, eyebrow raised.
You let out a deep sigh before finally starting to vent.
"Okay, so… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I mean, if anything happened that night, it was Carol’s fault, she’s the one who started talking to me and sticking close to me the whole time. Why can’t Wanda see that? She’s the one who started avoiding me and..."
Natasha put a hand over your mouth, cutting you off.
"Hey, slow down. Breathe. Let's see..." - Nat said calmly. - "I don’t think you did anything wrong, but maybe you could have handled it better. Carol was hanging pretty close to you, and maybe Wanda saw more than just that. You know your girl — she’s jealous. Very jealous."
You rolled your eyes, and Nat shot you a disapproving look.
"What? Are you gonna disagree with me?" - she smirked. -"You might have taught her how to control her powers better, but her jealousy? Nope. You can feel how crazy she gets inside when she sees you with someone else. Anyway, that wildcat is yours."
She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. - "I know you two will work it out and honestly, this is probably the perfect chance. Oh, and happy one year of having to witness you two being disgustingly in love. Also, pleaseee… try to keep quiet tonight. There are nights I can hear her saying your name — and not in a very cool way…"
"Natasha!! Shut up!" - you pushed her hand off your shoulder and gave her a shove. -"Go bother someone else. I need to finish all this before she gets back."
"Ohh yess, I almost forgot about her very important commitment today with my little sestra. They’re probably out shopping for some new toys for you two to play with tonight," - she teased, winking as she walked out of the kitchen, laughing while you cursed at her.
---
Everything was set. Pillows and a blanket neatly arranged on the bed, a side table stocked with snacks and drinks, the TV playing her favourite sitcom, and the wrapped necklace you had bought for her sitting nearby. With the busy mission schedule this week, you knew you wouldn’t be able to plan anything big — but that didn’t mean you were going to let the day go unnoticed. Even if it was a simple night, it was your night to celebrate.
"Hey, baby, I’m back," - Wanda announced as she opened the bedroom door. - "Oh, what do we have here? What’s all this about?" she said, stepping closer and you noticed she was hiding something behind her back.
"Mmm, I don’t know… what could all this possibly mean???" - you teased, playing along with her. - "You first — what are you hiding back there?" - you asked, pulling her by the waist until your bodies were nearly touching.
"Hey, that’s not fair! I asked first," - she said, trying to give you a menacing look — but you knew she always melted when it came to you.
"Uh-huh, let’s see what we’ve got here..." - in a quick move, you snatched the package from her hand. - "Hmm, it says: ‘For my love.’ Well, I guess that’s for me then." -You winked and started opening the package.
It was a photo album — filled with polaroids you had taken together throughout the year, memories that made your heart overflow with happiness.
"I love it. It’s so beautiful and special. You’re special! Thank you, baby!" — you didn’t give her a chance to respond, stealing a kiss from her lips.
"Okay, enough. Now, where’s my present?" - she broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow as she stared at you.
"I see… my girl is so demanding. Happy one year, my darling." - you held out your hand, offering her a small box and an envelope.
She asked for your help to put the necklace on while she read the note inside. It was a surprise trip after the mission season — you figured it’d be a good idea to take a few days off, away from the team. And of course, she loved the surprise.
Gifts exchanged, you both settled into bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms as always, sharing another moment of quality time together.
---
Wanda was restless. Not even half an hour had passed since you started watching the sitcom, and she couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes. You had already ruled out the idea that she was just trying to get comfortable — there was definitely something bothering her.
"Wands, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied curtly.
It was obvious something was wrong. You adjusted your position on the bed and sat up.
"Come on, baby, tell me. What’s going on? I know you're overthinking about something." - you reached for her hand, lacing your fingers together and guiding her gaze to meet yours.
"I don’t know, it’s just that… I… you… you’re mine, right?" — there was uncertainty in her voice.
"What? Of course I’m yours — I’m all yours." - you let out a relieved sigh and a soft laugh, but you noticed that Wanda was still a bit tense.- "Hey, my love," - you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze back to you. - "There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m all yours — only yours."
Wanda didn’t say anything, her expression unreadable — until she leaned into you, closing the space between your faces, her lips brushing softly against yours.
The kiss intensified, laced with both urgency and desperation which only meant one thing: she was needy. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath the craving to have you close, there was something else — possessiveness.
Before you realized it, she was straddling your lap — one hand slipping beneath your shirt, nails lightly raking down your back, while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. Her lips stayed locked with yours, not even breaking for air.
You knew Wanda's needs all too well. Ever since you both started exploring your sex life together, you began to notice the little details — not just the things she likes and doesn’t like, but also the different kinds of intimacy you two share. It usually starts soft — gentle touches and tender caresses — and eventually, by the end, it might get a little rough, but not that much. Sometimes, after a stressful mission, Wanda likes to use sex as a form of relief — and honestly, you’re not complaining. It’s rougher, faster, and deeper — a pretty damn good way to unwind. And then there’s that kind — when she’s overwhelmed with possessiveness, usually driven by jealousy. Oh, that’s the wildest one. She’s hungry, relentless, and won’t stop until she’s fully satisfied. Either way, whatever type it is, she’s almost always the bottom one — just a detail, since it’s never been a problem for either of you.
Then it clicked — you finally understood why she was acting with such intensity. It was about that party. About Carol. She was still thinking about it. Your thoughts snapped back to the present when you heard a muffled moan from Wanda. That’s when you noticed that she was rubbing against your thigh. You could help her out already, but you’ve always liked watching her need grow. So instead of letting your hand wander down, you slid it under her shirt, dragging your nails across her stomach until you reached her boobs, squeezing it over the bra.
She let out a louder moan at the feel of your hand on her skin, breaking away from the kiss to rest her face against your shoulder. A breathless "please" escaped her lips near your ear — her hips moving faster, desperately seeking more contact. It was hard to deny her when she begged like that — so your hand slipped lower, sliding inside her shorts.
When your fingers touched her wet folds she couldn't hold a pity whimper out loud. She kept her pace, rubbing herself against your fingers that were touching her clit — and you let her have a little fun, keeping your fingers still.
It took less than five minutes for her to start begging again — she needed more, she needed you. So you did what she wanted, you pushed your finger inside her cunt, she was so wet it slipped in at once.
And there she was your neddy girlfriend — right on your lap, desperate as her hips moved, seeking the most contact possible, moaning in your ear.
You thrusted your finger faster and deep but it wasn't enough. Then she placed her hand on your neck, and you felt her nails digging into your skin. She looked into your eyes, and you met that gaze — the red eyes — you knew exactly what it meant, she was reaching her climax. - "I need one more finger, pleasee. Don't stop. One more." - She begged between moans.
You acted right away, thrusting another finger, rougher — trying to sync your movements with her hips. She was close, you could feel and see. Her red eyes glowing, she always keeps those when she's desperate in need, when she's about to lose control — she just needs to release.
"hmm tasty as always" - you said, licking your fingers that were sticky with her cum.
She gave a shy smile, still catching her breath. You brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.
"Sooo, are we going to talk about this...?"
She stared at you, her expression hard to read, leaving you unsure of what was on her mind. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and began to lift it in a gesture to take it off.
"I'm not done, I still need you" - she said while you let her finish taking off your t-shirt.
She gave you a look, and you nodded — you knew she would only talk normally once she was satisfied. She started taking off her clothes, and you stood up to finish taking off yours.
In a second, you were both naked. You reached the nightstand drawer to grab the strap-on and in a hurry, you started wearing, but before you could finish adjusting it, Wanda took your hand, making you look at her in confusion.
"I was thinking...maybe we could switch?"
You were surprised by what she asked, despite hearing the hesitation in her voice when she suggested it.
"Of course we can switch, baby!" - you took off the strap-on and reached out your hand to give it to her. -"Do you wanna help to adjust it?"
She took it from your hand but placed the object on the bed. - “I was thinking about try something different…” - You nodded as a sign that it was okay and she continued - "Soo... I learned how to get an enchanted strap-on but I'll be attached to my body so in theory I could feel everthing..." - she stopped and waited for your comment, you could feel she was a little anxious about it.
"That sounds awesome! What are you waiting for? Let's try it!" - your voice was full of excitement. Wanda returned a smile and cast her spell, and before you realized it, she literally got a magic cock.
"Oh my god, that's so hot." - You couldn’t hold yourself back. And neither could Wanda. She grabbed your arm, guiding you back onto the bed, and with one swift movement, you were beneath her.
She kissed you again, deep and intense, and you felt her desire stirring once more. Her hips started moving, pressing against your body and you could feel her hardness. You were so wet, ready to be filled up by her and her teasing was making you impatient.
"Wands please, I need to feel you inside."
She smiled with her lips still touching yours, getting a better position between your legs, and then you felt her cock pressing your entrance, slipping in slowly. You left a muffled moan.
"You are so wet already, baby" - she pushed all in and you felt your walls being stretched out. - "and you are so tight, you feel so nice."
You love Wanda in every way, but having her like this on top of you?, teasing you like that? It was definitely like paradise. Besides the new magic experience driving your mind crazy. It was so real and good.
She thrusted into you only a few more times at a slow pace but it wasn't enough. She gripped your waist and started pounding her cock faster. You were no longer able to control your moans - you needed her.
You felt her nails in your skin, her thrusts deeply touching your sensitive spot and you could tell she was feeling everything too. She got a rough pace and her eyes started getting red — the red eyes back. But suddenly, she slowed her movements, almost stopping, her hands now lighter on your hips and her thrusts steadier.
Something was wrong. You looked into her eyes — that now were back to normal, and placed your hand over hers resting on your waist. - "Wands? Are you okay? Something is not right I can feel it."
"Nothing is wrong." - She tried to ignore you, but you gave her a disapproving look. - "It's just... I don't want to hurt you." - her voice was low and you couldn't believe what she was saying.
"What? You will never hurt me. I want it all and..."
Wanda didn't let you finish. - "No, you can't be sure about that. You know how I get when my powers get stronger and it takes control of myself. I can't hurt you."
Now it was you who was ignoring Wanda’s words. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around her body, pulling her closer.
"I know you won't hurt me. It's okay to be insecure, but I'm with you" - Your hands squeezed hers and you continued - "Honestly baby, right now I need you. I need you to fuck me."
She locked eyes with you for a few seconds — it felt like you could hear every thought racing through her mind. But then her eyes started glowing red again. Oh, she was back — and so were her desires.
You felt her hand burning against your skin. Her movements getting faster, every thrust deep inside your cunt. You heard her moans mixed with your own.
Your walls tightened and she must felt that against her cock because she thrusted rougher — you knew the only thing on her mind this time was to fuck you recklessly. Your moans were desperate getting close to the edge, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
"You are mine, all and only mine" - she kept saying those possessives words, by every in and out moviment.
You got the orgasm together, your pussy tighter against her cock and you felt her cum spitting inside. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you felt all of her magic coursing through your veins. You felt full of her.
She rested her body on top of yours, your faces inches apart, and you could feel Wanda’s breath, still uneven. - "You were amazing, my love." - You said stroking her back and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. -"and so so hot."
"Maybe we should do this more often." - she smiled at you and stole a soft lips kiss.
"We definitely should. And without holding your magic back" - You cupped Wanda’s neck, pulling her face closer, and gave her a long, deep kiss.
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