#nat especially i love her short hair!!! so much!!!

[natsaffection]

LITERALLY COMING HERE BECAUSE I SOMEHOW COOKED UP AN IDEA?????

Small request that Nat is bestfriends with y/n’s dad. Like a litttleee age gap, like y/n is 21 and Nat is older in her 30’s or early 40’s (practically leaving it up to you) but readers dad is still protective and had to leave the house due to a relative getting sick. Asking Nat to come watch over y/n, yet the two of them dance around each other with harmless teasing and flirting but they both know that they’re attracted to each other but fear that it isn’t right. Gives Nat a PERFECT opportunity to love y/n like she always wanted to.

could be g!p Nat if you want, leaving that up to you too but like I’ve BEEN feasting on your smut recently

Never say Never. | N.R

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, Age Gap! (N=41 | r= 21), G!P Nat, sniffling on Pantys, fingering, Loss of virginity, unprotected Sex, soft to rough sex, hot talking trough, begging and overstimulation

Word count: 6,8k

A/n: Well..A small request quickly became Six thousand words. I added another request, so it's actually two..Hope you two Anons dont mind! But otherwise I wouldn't follow, there are eight more waiting for me.🫶🏼 🧎🏻‍♀️

You sat on the couch, half-heartedly listening to the conversation while scrolling through your phone, pretending not to notice your father’s growing tension. He had been on edge since the call from his sister, who lived a few hours away. A sudden illness had thrown the family into turmoil, and now he was preparing to leave on short notice.

"I know, I know.." he said into the phone, his voice tinged with worry. "But I can’t just leave her here alone." You playfully rolled your eyes. "Dad, I’m 21. I think I can manage a few days on my own."

Your father shot you a look that was half serious, half affectionate. "I know you can take care of yourself, but I’d feel better if someone was here to keep an eye on you. You know how much I worry."

Before you could continue arguing, he returned to his call, his voice softening as he spoke. "Natasha, are you sure? It’s very last-minute."

Your ears perked up at the mention of Natasha’s name. She had been your father’s best friend for years. They met in the military and had remained close ever since. You had always admired Natasha’s strength and confidence, not to mention her striking looks. She was older, yes, but that only made her more appealing in your eyes. Not that you would ever admit that out loud, especially not to her.

But the thought of Natasha staying with you while your father was away sent a wave of excitement through you, one you quickly tried to suppress. Natasha was practically like family, and besides, it was impossible that someone like her could ever see you as more than her best friend’s daughter.

"Yeah, she’s home," your father said now. "if you could come over, that would be great. I’d feel a lot better if you were here." Your heart skipped a beat. Tonight. Natasha was coming over tonight. Oh god..

After a few more words, your father ended the call and turned to you with a small smile. "Natasha’s on her way. She’ll be here soon, and I’ll head out once she arrives." You nodded, trying to keep your expression neutral. "That’s fine, Dad. But honestly, you didn’t have to worry so much." Your father laughed and ruffled your hair as he walked by. "I can’t help it. It’s my job."

As the minutes passed, you grew increasingly restless. You weren’t exactly sure why the thought of Natasha coming over made you so nervous. You’d spent time with her before, but this time was different, being alone with her in the house, especially now that you were old enough to understand the fluttering feelings that her presence stirred in you.

When the doorbell finally rang, your pulse quickened. Your father opened the door and greeted Natasha warmly as she stepped inside. You stayed in the background, taking her in. Natasha was dressed casually, but even in a simple leather jacket, she exuded confidence and grace, her green eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite place.

"Hey." Natasha greeted you in her soft voice, smiling. There was something in the way she looked at you that made your stomach do a little flip. But you quickly pushed it aside, reminding yourself that Natasha was just being friendly.

"Hi." you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Thanks for coming over."

"No problem." Natasha said, her gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary before she turned to your father. "I’ve got everything under control here. You can go take care of your sister." Your father nodded, relieved. "Thanks, Nat. I owe you one."

After a few more words of reassurance, your father grabbed his bags and headed out, leaving the house in an eerie silence. You stood uncertainly in the living room, not sure what to say now that it was just the two of you.

Natasha was the first to break the silence. "So, what’s the plan for tonight?" she began, her tone light but with a teasing undertone. "Are we going to throw a wild party, or are you more of a Netflix and chill type?"

You laughed, some of the tension easing. "Definitely Netflix and chill. But you get to pick the movie." Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Dangerous move, letting me choose. I have very specific tastes."

There it was again..that teasing, almost flirtatious tone that made your heart beat faster. You couldn’t tell if Natasha was just playing with you or if there was more behind those words. But either way, you found yourself firing back "I can handle it." you said with a grin. "Bring it on."

As you both settled on the couch, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at Natasha. You knew you shouldn’t let your thoughts wander, but it was hard not to when she was sitting so close, her body warm and inviting. And it didn’t help that she occasionally, whether accidentally or on purpose, brushed against you, sending a shiver down your spine each time.

As the movie started, you tried to focus on the screen, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the woman next to you. Natasha had, of course, chosen an action film, but you found it hard to follow the plot when every little movement Natasha made seemed amplified in the quiet room.

Natasha, on the other hand, was having similar difficulties. She could feel your presence beside her, so close that your legs almost touched. Occasionally, you would shift, briefly brushing against her, and Natasha had to fight to keep her attention on the movie. She knew she shouldn’t think about you this way, not when she was supposed to be the responsible adult here, but it was difficult to push those thoughts away and this was dangerous territory, Natasha knew that.

"So, is this your favorite type of movie?" you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Your tone was half teasing, but there was also a hint of genuine curiosity in your voice. Natasha turned to you, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What can I say? I like things that get the adrenaline pumping."

You raised an eyebrow, catching the double meaning in Natasha’s words. "Is that so?" you replied, your tone equally playful. "I would have pegged you as more of a rom-com type."

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. "Only if they’re really good or really bad. I’m talking cheesy, predictable plots, over the top romance stuff that makes you cringe and laugh at the same time." You smiled, liking the idea that Natasha secretly enjoyed something so cheesy. "I’ll keep that in mind for next time."

"Next time?" Natasha’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Are you already planning another movie night?"

"Maybe.." you said, leaning back into the couch, feeling a bit bolder now. "If you don’t mind hanging out with someone my age.." You want to risk it.

Natasha’s smile faltered briefly, the reminder of your age difference bringing the nagging doubts back to the forefront of her mind. She knew it was hard to ignore, but the reality of the situation was difficult to overlook. She was older, more experienced, and you were still so young..young enough to be her friend’s daughter.

"I don't mind," Natasha said after a moment, her voice now softer and more serious. Your heart skipped a beat at Natasha's words. You had thought the same, worried that Natasha might only see you as a child. But the fact that Natasha acknowledged it and was still sitting here with you gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one with these feelings.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, but the air between you was still charged with unspoken words. You played with the thoughts again and couldn't shake the fear that it was wrong, that Natasha would never see you as anything more than the daughter of her best friend. The age difference was not just a number, it seemed like an almost insurmountable barrier.

Natasha, on the other hand, had similar thoughts. She had noticed how you moved closer, the subtle shifts in your body language, and it was driving her crazy. Part of her wanted to reach out, pull you into her arms, and see where the night would take you. But the other part? The part that knew better held her back. She couldn't simply ignore the fact that you were young, that you had your whole life ahead of you, and that a relationship with someone like her could complicate things in ways neither you nor she was prepared for.

"So," Natasha finally said, "if you don't like action movies, what do you like?" You hesitated, your mind racing with a thousand different answers, most of which had to remain unspoken. Eventually, you settled on a safe answer, though your tone was still playful. "I guess I like movies that have a bit of everything. action, romance, maybe a little mystery. Something that keeps you on your toes." Natasha nodded, her gaze intense as she looked at you. "Sounds like you enjoy a good challenge."

"I do." you replied, holding her gaze. "But I also like it when things surprise me..you know, when something happens that you don't see coming."

There was a moment of silence as Natasha processed your words, wondering if there was a deeper meaning behind them. Aaand that was the moment you realized that the conversation was moving beyond mere fun and flirting. But now, as Natasha sat quietly, her expression unreadable, you felt a wave of doubt wash over you.

Had you gone too far? Was Natasha uncomfortable? The last thing you wanted was for things to get awkward between the two of you, especially when you weren't even sure if Natasha felt the same way you did. The silence dragged on, and your confidence began to waver. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and embarrassment started to creep in. Maybe Natasha was just trying to think of a way to gently turn you down, to remind you that the age difference was something that shouldn't, or couldn't happen.

Needing to escape the tension you had unintentionally created, you cleared your throat and forced a small smile. "I, um..I think I'll go take a shower." You stood up, hoping Natasha wouldn't notice the slight trembling in your hands as you picked up your phone from the table.

"Sure." Natasha said, her voice calm, but there was an undertone you couldn't quite place. "I'll be here." You nodded, a quick, tense smile on your lips before you turned and headed to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You were probably overthinking the situation.

But still, the doubt lingered as you undressed and stepped under the shower, letting the warm water flow over your body. You hoped the shower would help clear your mind, push aside the awkward tension you felt, and maybe even help you figure out what to do next. But instead, your thoughts kept circling back to Natasha, her eyes, the way she had looked at you so intensely, the softness in her voice when she mentioned the age difference..

You wanted to believe that there was something there, that Natasha might not be as indifferent as you had feared. But every time you thought about making a move, that fear returned, reminding you that Natasha was older, wiser, and probably only saw you as her friend's daughter. It was complicated, and the last thing you wanted was to make things weird between the two of you.

Natasha was watching as you retreated to the bathroom, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had seen how your teasing had backfired on you, the sudden insecurity that had flashed across your face. It was clear that you were second guessing yourself, thinking you might have crossed a line. But Natasha knew better. She had seen the slight blush on your cheeks, the way your voice had faltered when you excused yourself to take a shower. You were nervous, but not in a bad way. You were flustered, and Natasha found herself relishing in that small victory.

After you left the room, Natasha stood up. She began walking through the house, taking in the familiar surroundings. It had been a while since she had been here, and while much of the house remained unchanged, there were small differences like new photos on the walls or different decorations.

As she wandered, her steps led her to the door of your bedroom. It was slightly ajar, and Natasha hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open. The room was warm, the faint scent of your perfume still lingering in the air. Natasha's eyes were instantly drawn to the bed, where a small pile of clothing lay, presumably the ones you had just taken off. Among them, a delicate pair of underwear caught Natasha's attention, and she felt a surge of heat course through her body as she picked up the delicate lingerie. She knew she shouldn't be here, that her thoughts were veering into dangerous territory, but she couldn't resist the pull. Her fingers ran over the soft fabric, and a quiet shiver ran through her body. The familiar scent of you clinging to the clothing sent her senses into overdrive. Natasha closed her eyes briefly, unable to completely ignore the intensity of the moment.

Her breathing became heavier as she brought the underwear closer to her face, inhaling the scent. An internal battle raged within her, between the rational part of her that told her she needed to stop and the unbridled desire that urged her to continue. Natasha felt her self control beginning to crumble, her thoughts wandering to you, standing naked and vulnerable just a room away.

While she was lost in these forbidden fantasies, Natasha didn't notice that you had finished your shower. The world around her blurred, and all she could sense was the scent, the warmth, and the thought of you. Her hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, and she began to touch herself, lost in the thought of you being with her. As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t heard the bathroom door open. She hadn’t noticed your quiet steps until it was too late.

"Natasha?"

Your voice pulled Natasha out of her reverie, and she turned sharply, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw you standing there, wrapped only in a towel, your wet hair clinging to your shoulders. For a moment, both of you froze, the air between you thick with tension and something far more primal.

Your eyes drifted to the underwear in Natasha's hand, then back to her face, a mix of shock and confusion on your expression. "What are you doing?"

Natasha felt a brief surge of fear, she hadn’t meant to be caught, hadn’t wanted you to see her like this. But as she looked into your wide eyes, a new resolve settled over her. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and she wasn’t going to let it slip by.

She dropped the underwear back onto the bed and slowly walked toward you, her movements deliberate, almost predatory. Instinctively, you took a step back, but you were already too close to the wall, and Natasha knew she had you exactly where she wanted. "Y/n," Natasha said softly, her voice low and commanding, "don’t be afraid."

"I..I’m not afraid.." you stammered, though the slight tremor in your body betrayed your nervousness. Your back touched the wall, and you found yourself cornered between it and Natasha’s imposing figure.

Natasha placed her hands on either side of your head, leaning in close, her breath warm against your cheek. "You don’t have to pretend, you know." she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against your ear. "I can see that you’re nervous."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart racing as Natasha's words sank in. You had been so sure that this was just a game, a bit of harmless flirting that would never go anywhere. But now, with Natasha so close, the reality of the situation was impossible to ignore. "I saw how you looked at me tonight." Natasha continued, her voice rough with intent. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t feel the same way?"

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as you struggled to find your voice. "I..I didn’t know if you..if you wanted this too.."

Natasha’s eyes darkened, her gaze intensifying as she leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing against yours. "I want you, but I need to hear it from you. Tell me you want this too."

Your head was spinning, your body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. You had never imagined Natasha would be so bold, so direct. But the truth was, you had wanted this, wanted her..for longer than you cared to admit.

"I..I want this." you finally whispered, your voice shaking but filled with determination. "I want you, Natasha."

A slow, predatory smile spread across Natasha's lips at your confession, and she pressed her body against yours, feeling the warmth of your skin through the towel. "Good girl." she whispered, her voice dripping with approval.

Natasha didn’t waste another second. She captured your lips in a passionate kiss, one that held all the pent-up desire and frustration she had been holding back for so long. You responded eagerly, your hands clutching at Natasha’s, pulling her closer as if you were afraid she might disappear if you let go.

The kiss deepened, and Natasha's hands roamed over your body, feeling you shiver under her touch. She relished the power she had over you, enjoyed making you admit your desires, and now she would make sure you understood exactly what it meant to be wanted by her.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes locking in a silent understanding of what was about to happen. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this." Natasha whispered, her hand sliding down your side, teasing the edge of your towel. "But now that I have you, I won’t be able to hold back."

You shuddered at her words, your eyes widening with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You knew that this night would change everything, but as you looked into Natasha’s eyes, you realized that you didn’t care. This was what you wanted, what you both wanted.

You could barely breathe as Natasha’s lips found yours again, the sensation overwhelming your senses. It was like you were floating, caught between reality and a dream, unable to fully grasp that this was really happening. You had fantasized about Natasha for so long, but you had never believed that your desires would be returned, that Natasha would want you just as much, if not more.

Natasha, on the other hand, was fully aware of every moment, every breath, every tremble that ran through your body. She relished how you shivered under her touch, the soft sighs that escaped your lips as her hands glided over your skin. It had been so long since Natasha had allowed herself to feel this way since she had allowed herself to truly desire someone, and now, with you in her hands, she wanted to take her time. She wanted to savor every moment, to show you how much you were cherished.

Natasha’s hands moved slowly, almost reverently, as she loosened the towel from your body and let it gently fall to the floor. You gasped as the cool air touched your bare skin, but Natasha quickly warmed you again with soft, teasing caresses, her fingers tracing along your sides, over your hips, and across your stomach. Natasha could feel the goosebumps under her fingertips, and it made her smile against your lips, knowing she was the cause of such a reaction.

You couldn’t believe this was really happening, that Natasha was touching you, kissing you, making you feel things you had only ever dreamed of. Natasha sensed your hesitation, your disbelief that this was real. She wanted to push you further, to make you fully embrace the moment, to understand how deep her desire for you was. She wanted to hear it from your own lips, what you wanted, what you needed.

Natasha pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her hand still resting on your hip. “You’re trembling.” Natasha murmured, her voice low and laced with a dangerous sweetness. “Are you scared? Or is it something else?”

Your breath hitched, your heart racing as you gazed into Natasha’s intense green eyes. You were trembling, but not out of fear, no, this was something entirely different. Something that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a precipice, ready to dive into the unknown.

“I’m not scared..” you whispered, your voice shaking but resolute. “Good." Natasha whispered back, her lips brushing against your ear. “Good, because I don’t want you to be afraid. I want you to tell me what you want. I need to hear it from you.”

Your mind was a whirlwind of desire and need, but you struggled to find the right words. It was so much, too much, and yet not enough. “I want you, Natasha. I need you..” you finally managed, your voice trembling with longing.

A triumphant smile appeared on Natasha’s lips, and her hand slid downward to touch you between your thighs. You gasped, your hips instinctively moving toward her touch, your body craving more.

“I know you want it.” Natasha purred, her fingers gently teasing your most sensitive spot with slow, deliberate movements. “But that’s not what I asked. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me, Y/n. Tell me exactly what you need.”

Your face flushed with heat, the combination of embarrassment and arousal almost unbearable. But the way Natasha looked at you, the way she touched you, made it impossible to hold back. You wanted this. Wanted Natasha and if that meant giving yourself to her completely, then you would.

“I want you to..to touch me.” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Please, Natasha..touch me more.” Natasha’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as she leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing against yours. “Good girl.” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. “I’m going to touch you. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

With those words, Natasha moved her hand more purposefully, her fingers sliding between your folds, finding the wetness that made your heart race. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, your body responding to every movement, every touch, as if Natasha’s hands were made of pure electricity.

Natasha’s pace was slow, agonizingly slow, her fingers exploring every inch of your body with deliberate care. She wanted to take her time, to push your pleasure to the very edge until you were begging for more. She wanted you to feel completely and utterly at her mercy.

“Does that feel good, Y/n?” Natasha whispered, her breath warm against your neck as she kissed along your collarbones. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

“Y-Yes..” you gasped, your hands clutching at Natasha’s shoulders, desperately searching for something to hold onto. “It feels so good..please, don’t stop..”

Natasha chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m not going to stop, Detka. Not until I make you feel everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” She increased the pressure, her fingers moving now with more determination, teasing and stroking in a way that made your legs tremble. Your body responded instinctively, your hips rocking in time with Natasha’s movements, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

Natasha watched you with a mix of adoration and lust, enjoying the power she had over you, the way she could bring you to the brink with just a few well-placed touches. She could see that you were close, your body tensing, your breath quickening, but Natasha wasn’t done with you yet. She wanted to push you further, to make you beg for release.

“Are you close?” Natasha whispered, her voice dark and commanding. “Do you want to come for me?” You could barely think, your mind a haze of overwhelming pleasure. “Yes!” you gasped, your voice breaking. “Please, Natasha…let me come..!”

Natasha’s smile was sinful as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against your ear. “Not yet.. You’ll come when I say so, okay?”

You whimpered, your body trembling with the effort of holding back, teetering on the edge of climax without being able to let go. But Natasha didn’t relent, her fingers continuing their precise, skilled movements, keeping you right on the brink of ecstasy.

“Please, Natasha!” you pleaded, your voice quivering with desperation. “Please..I can’t..I need.."

“Shh.." Natasha whispered, her voice softening just a little. “I know, baby. I know what you need. But I want you to say it again. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your mind was spinning, the need almost unbearable. You were completely at Natasha’s mercy, and that realization only made your desire burn hotter. “I want you to let me come, Natasha, please, please!”

Natasha’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and she finally gave you what you had been begging for, her fingers moving faster, more decisively, pushing you right over the edge. “That’s it, Y/n.” Natasha murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Come for me. Now.”

With Natasha’s permission, you finally let go, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you, more intense than anything you had ever felt before. You cried out, your mind going completely blank as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. She held you tightly, her fingers still moving, drawing every last bit of pleasure from your trembling body. She whispered soft, soothing words in your ear, her hand gently stroking your back as you came down from your high.

You slumped against the wall, your body exhausted, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You could hardly believe what had just happened, how intense it had been, how Natasha had made you feel things you had never imagined. You thought it was over, that this was the end, like in the movies..But then Natasha’s voice cut through the haze, deep and commanding. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat as you realized that Natasha was still there, still holding you, still touching you. “But..” you stammered, your voice weak. “I thought..”

“You thought that was it?” Natasha’s smile was dark, almost devilish. “Oh no, Detka. I haven’t come yet. And I’m not going to stop until I make you feel everything again.” Your eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding your senses. You could feel Natasha’s fingers beginning to move again, this time with more urgency, more determination. The realization that Natasha wasn’t done with you yet, that this was just the beginning, sent a fresh wave of arousal through your already sensitive body.

Natasha watched your reaction closely, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She wanted to push you further, to see how much you could take, how many times she could make you break in her arms. Natasha’s other hand slid up to your neck, applying just the slightest pressure as she tilted your head back so that you could look into her eyes.

"This," Natasha said softly, her voice a whisper as she guided your hand between you. Your eyes widened as you felt it. Hard, throbbing, and undeniably real. Natasha was already rock hard, her erection pressing demandingly against her jeans, and the realization hit you like a wave.

You had fantasized about Natasha, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality. Natasha didn’t just want to touch you.. no she wanted to take you in a way you had never experienced before.

Your eyes flickered back to Natasha's face, filled with a mix of awe and nervous anticipation. "I..I've never.." you began, but your words faltered. Natasha's expression softened, and she raised her hand to gently cup your face. "I’ll be gentle. I want you to feel every moment of this. If you want to stop at any point, just tell me."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. You had always imagined what this moment might be like, but now that it was here, it was both terrifying and thrilling. The way Natasha looked at you, the way she touched you, made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered. And you wanted that, you wanted Natasha to be the one to show you how it could be.

She kissed you gently, tenderly, as she began to unbutton her jeans, her hands steady despite the electric tension that vibrated through her body. You watched as she pushed her jeans and boxers just far enough down to release her erection. Your eyes widened at the sight. "It's okay, Y/n." Natasha whispered reassuringly, her voice gentle as she guided your hand to her, letting you feel her warmth and weight. "We’ll take it slow."

Your fingers closed around Natasha's shaft, the reality of the feeling grounding you in the moment. You marveled at how it felt, how Natasha’s breath hitched slightly as you touched her. It was real, tangible, and you could feel your own arousal rising even more at the thought of what was about to happen.

Natasha watched you, making sure you were comfortable before moving forward. She could see the awe in your eyes, how your breathing quickened, and it only fueled Natasha’s desire further. Gently, she lifted your leg, hooking it around her hip as she positioned herself at your entrance. "Just breathe, baby." Natasha whispered, her voice full of encouragement as she pressed her forehead against yours. "I’ve got you."

You nodded, your heart racing as you felt the pressure of Natasha’s erection at your entrance. Natasha moved slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust as she began to enter you. You gasped, your fingers digging into Natasha’s shoulders as you felt the pressure, the stretch, the fullness as Natasha entered you for the first time. "It’s okay." Natasha repeated, her voice thick with emotion as she kissed your neck, her hands gently guiding your hips to lead you carefully. "You’re doing so well. Just be a good girl and let me in."

Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as Natasha continued to slide into you, your body adjusting to the new sensation. It was intense, almost overwhelming, but there was also something incredibly intimate about it..something that made you feel more connected to Natasha than you had ever felt with anyone before.

When Natasha was fully inside you, she paused, giving you a moment to breathe, to adjust, to feel how perfectly you fit together. "You’re so tight.." Natasha whispered, her voice a mix of awe and desire. "So perfect." You could hardly believe this was real, that Natasha was inside you, filling you, making you feel things you had never imagined.

Natasha noticed the change, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she felt your body begin to respond. "That’s it." Natasha murmured, her voice dark with satisfaction. "You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?"

Her hands gripped your hips tightly as she began to move, slowly at first, savoring every moment of how your body reacted to each of her thrusts. Your eyes closed, your head fell back against the wall as the pleasure began to build in you again, this time even more intense. Natasha’s movements were slow, deliberate, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through your body, lifting you higher and higher.

"Look at me." Natasha whispered, "I want to see you, Y/n. I want to watch you break." Your eyes snapped open, meeting Natasha’s gaze. The intensity in her eyes, the way she looked at you with such passion and adoration, took your breath away. You had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but at the same time, so cherished. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Natasha’s pace increased slightly, her thrusts becoming more demanding, insistent. She could feel your body trembling beneath her, your breath coming in ragged gasps and it only drove Natasha’s desire further. "Tell me how it feels." Natasha whispered, her lips brushing your ear as she thrust deeper. "I want to hear it from you."

"It f-feels..incredible.." you gasped, your voice trembling with emotion. "I never..I never thought it could feel like t-this.."

Natasha smiled, her heart swelling with pride and affection. "That’s my girl " she murmured, her voice full of appreciation. "I’m going to make you feel even better.."

You moaned as Natasha’s thrusts became more powerful, more focused, each one bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel the pleasure building in you again, more intense than before, and you knew you were close, so incredibly close.

Natasha felt it too, and she didn’t let up, her hips driving forward with precision, her grip on your hips tightening as she pushed you both higher. "That’s it, Y/n.." Natasha growled, "Come for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."

Your whole body tensed, the pleasure reaching a peak as Natasha’s words pushed you over the edge. With one last, desperate cry, you came, your body clenching around Natasha’s cock, the intensity of the orgasm making you see stars.

But Natasha wasn’t finished yet. She kept moving, giving you no time to recover, driving you through the aftershocks straight into another wave of pleasure. "Oh, no." Natasha whispered, her voice dark and teasing as she leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. "I’m not done with you yet, baby. You’re going to come for me again."

You whimpered, your body trembling under the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. You had never experienced anything like this, had never thought your body could take so much, could feel so much pleasure. But Natasha gave you no choice, and the thought of being pushed even further sent a thrill of excitement through you.

Natasha’s thrusts became more faster, more relentless as she chased her own climax, but she never lost focus on you, never stopped driving you closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to feel you break beneath her, wanted to push you to another peak, to show you how much you were truly capable of feeling.

"N-Natasha..please..." you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation. "I can’t...it’s too much.."

"You can." Natasha whispered, "You can take it. You’re going to come for me again, okay? I want you to milk my cock..f-fuck.."

Natasha could feel her own control slipping, the tight heat of your body driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Look at me." Natasha ordered, her voice sharp as she slowed her thrusts just enough to draw out the moment. "I want to see your face when you come for me one last time."

You forced your eyes open, meeting Natasha’s intense gaze. The intensity in her eyes was almost too much to bear, but you couldn’t look away. You were lost in the storm of Natasha’s desire, your body trembling uncontrollably as you balanced on the edge of another climax. Your whimper sent a shock of satisfaction through Natasha, and she finally let herself go. Her thrusts became faster, more erratic, as she chased her own release, her grip on your hips tightening as she drove you both to the brink.

"I’m going to fill you up.." Natasha growled, her voice rough with impending relief. You could only moan in response, your body so overstimulated that you didn’t think you could survive another orgasm. But Natasha gave you no choice. With one final, brutal thrust, Natasha buried herself deep inside you and let out a deep, guttural groan as she came, her cock pulsing as she filled you with her release.

The sensation of Natasha coming inside you, combined with the intensity of her voice, sent you into another orgasm, your whole body convulsing under the force of it. You screamed Natasha’s name, your voice hoarse and broken as you were completely consumed by pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Natasha held you tightly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. She continued to move slowly, gently rocking her hips to prolong the sensation, even as your body finally began to relax, your muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of such intense pleasure.

When it was finally over, Natasha leaned forward and kissed you gently, her lips tender against your trembling ones. “God, you were wonderful..” Natasha murmured, her voice softening as she stroked your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

You could barely respond, your body completely exhausted, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction in your heart.

Natasha carefully withdrew from you, making sure you were comfortable as she released you from the wall. She gently guided you to the bed, your legs feeling weak as you sank onto the soft sheets. You were utterly spent, your body still trembling slightly from the aftermath of the intense experience.

Natasha lay down beside you, gently pulling you into her arms and holding you tightly against her. Your forehead rested on her chest, and you could hear the steady beat of her heart, giving you a sense of safety and comfort.

“Rest, okay?” Natasha whispered softly, her fingers soothingly running through your hair. “I’m here with you.” You nodded weakly, unable to put into words the flood of emotions rising within you. Your body was utterly exhausted, but it was a pleasant fatigue, a deep satisfaction spreading through you.

As you relaxed in Natasha’s arms, you began to slowly drift into sleep, secure in the knowledge that you were safe with her. Natasha continued to hold you close, her touch tender and comforting. She pressed gentle kisses to your forehead as your breathing slowly calmed, and you let yourself sink deeper into the comforting warmth of her embrace.

“I’m so glad you trusted me..” Natasha whispered quietly, almost more to herself than to you, her voice full of affection. “I’ll always take care of you, Y/n.”

With those words, you finally allowed yourself to fully surrender to sleep, wrapped in the secure feeling that you would always be protected and loved in Natasha’s arms. As you fell asleep, the last thing you felt was the gentle embrace and the steady, reassuring beat of her heart beneath your ear. A moment of peace and security that you would keep in your heart forever.

[inkedreverie]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky Barnes and Y/N haven't been together long. All they know is that they love each other dearly and Bucky, can't seem to get enough of her, especially when they're alone.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (fem rec), dirty talk, bucky being perfect, attempting poetic smut with a smidge of humor, slapped on the secret relationship trope with this one.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: “Hold onto something, babe. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." + “arch your back for me”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+ (oooops.)

𝐀/𝐍: Anon, I hope you enjoy this.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Soft murmurs from outside the hall could be heard. Her thumb clicked at her pen over and over, and her eyes raked over the all too familiar mission report that sat down on her desk. To her left, Bucky sat a few feet away from her, though his eyes were explicitly on her, his girlfriend instead of the paper in front of him.

His eyes darted to the couple standing outside the office, their figures blurred slightly by the glass. Bucky’s attention shifted back to his girlfriend when she let out a heavy sigh. And then a naughty thought crossed his mind.

Slowly standing up, he carefully made over to her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he took in her figure. God. She looked so gorgeous in just about anything and he couldn’t help but want to touch her right now.

Before Bucky could even lean in closer, she broke the silence. “Nope. Don’t even think about it,” she scolded, her eyes still glued to the paper.

“Come on, doll.” He gave her a puppy dog look as she finally met his gaze, though there was no amusement in her eyes. “It’ll be fun. Besides, Steve’s with Nat on that mission and they’re going to be gone for at least another three hours,” he pouted. “I miss you.”

She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. “We can’t risk it, Buck. You know that.”

He scoffed, “You say that as if we haven’t done this before.”

She laughed, crossing her arms. “You do know the definition of secrecy, right?” she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Or is that another thing you’re trying to relearn?”

His jaw dropped open. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know that I’m an expert at hiding things.”

She gave him a pointed look before turning back to her paper. “Then how did I find out about your stash of junk food?”

“Because I’m not good at hiding things from you,” he said with a huff. “You always seem to know when I’m doing something I shouldn’t be.” He leaned against the side of her desk, his fingers danced along the hem of her shorts. “Like right now.” His eyes bore into her, making her feel hot all over. “I know you want me to touch you right now, Y/N. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“Oh, yeah?” she replied with a quirked brow. “And what makes you say that?”

“Your legs are spread open, for one,” he observed with a smirk, his eyes taking in her long legs, “and you’re breathing pretty fast.”

“I am not,” she defended herself, her thighs rubbing together.

“Mmm.” He hummed, leaning close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. “How about now?” His metal finger traced circles on her bare thigh, causing her to shiver at his cold touch. “Still not interested, doll?”

She gulped. “No.”

Bucky leaned down, pushing a few curls away from her neck. “I’m not asking for much. Not yet.”

She turned her head toward him, their noses brushed together. “But if we get caught, we could get in trouble.”

“We won’t get caught,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. “Besides, the risk is part of the fun.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

“Mm.” He hummed, his hand sliding up to cup her face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her breath hitching when his fingers began to run through her hair. “We’re going to get caught if you keep this up, James.”

“You worry too much,” he whispered. Before she could utter another excuse, his lips pressed against her own. His eyes closed, and he drank in the familiarity of her taste, the way her lips fit perfectly with his. She let out a small moan, unable to resist him any longer when he gripped her neck and pulled her to him.

She brought her hands to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Bucky groaned as she began to suck on his bottom lip, making him harden within his jeans as they locked in a heated kiss.

A sudden sound to their left caused the couple to break apart. Bucky looked up through the glass window of the office and his heart thudded when he spotted Steve and Natasha at the end of the hallway. The super soldier immediately turned back toward his girlfriend, his fingers tangled in her hair. “Fuck. They’re back!” he whispered.

“What!” she panted against his lips. She glanced at Steve and Natasha through the glass and her jaw dropped open when they stopped to stare right at them. Steve started walking forward just as she grasped onto Bucky’s arm, tugging him back toward his desk.

“Shit, Y/N!” He almost tripped forward into the chair at her sudden action, “What the hell are you-“

She ignored him as she shoved the report into her desk drawer and walked out of the room, not even glancing at Steve as she passed him, with Bucky following her. Once the duo was out of sight of the spies, she took his arm again, pulling him toward the staircase door.

“What the fuck?” Bucky asked again once they reached the staircase. “You nearly took my foot!”

She turned to glare at him before climbing up the first flight of stairs. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she said before walking up the stairs and toward her room.

“Dramatic!” He groaned when he followed her into her room, shutting the door behind them before they continued arguing. “I wasn’t being dramatic! That shit hurts!”

“Aw, want me to kiss it better?” she teased, smirking before she turned around, plopping on the side of the bed.

He scoffed. “Fuck no! Not after what you just did!”

She rolled her eyes, laying back against the mattress and stared up at the ceiling, sighing.

He knew that look all too well; that sad little frown of hers and the way her cheeks seemed to puff out whenever she did that always tugged at Bucky’s heartstrings. No matter how mad he was or how playful he’d be in teasing her, he always let his guard down when she gave him that look.

“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry I hurt your foot. I panicked, okay?” She gave him another apologetic frown, hoping he’d understand.

He rolled his eyes but softened. “I didn’t even say you hurt my foot. Just that you almost took it.” He plopped down beside her with a sigh before staring at the ceiling beside her.

“Well, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be careful. Do you forgive me?” she mumbled in a soft tone.

Bucky grinned and poked her side as he gave a small chuckle. "‘Course I forgive you, doll.”

She snickered softly, turning to rest her cheek on his chest, gazing up at him with those gorgeous eyes he couldn’t stop loving for a moment. He sighed contentedly at the sight and threaded his flesh hand into her curls. “I’ll always forgive you, no matter what,” he whispered sincerely, stroking his metal thumb along her cheek.

“Would it help if I made up for it?” Her eyes looked up into his blue ones before leaning in, her plump lips barely ghosting over his.

His eyes followed her lips as he nodded before his gaze locked with hers again. She pecked him on the lips, lingering for a second longer than intended and just enough to make them both wanting. Before he could kiss her, Y/N sat up and swung her leg over his waist to straddle him, breaking them apart and making Bucky pout. “Doll-“

She ran her hands softly down the side of his jaw then lower to rub at the bare skin of his neck as she ground down, causing his head to loll back while she trailed pecks up the base of Bucky’s neck, right above the hollow of his throat, where she licked a firm line to taste the salty residue of the sweat lingering on his heated skin, biting at his jaw once reaching the tip.

Her hand trailed down lower to massage gentle circles into his firm chest while her free hand gripped onto the side of his neck when she captured the sweet sound of Bucky’s moans with another kiss on his lips.

She slipped her tongue past his parted lips when she felt the vibrations of his groan, slowly deepening the kiss until he slid his arms around her back to pull her closer to him. Then her hands fell further to rub up his abs at an agonizing pace to the hem of his shirt before she gripped at the fabric and began to pull it upwards.

Bucky eagerly raised his upper body and she moved to press her palms against the sides of his chest to remove his shirt with ease. They broke apart from their kiss only momentarily to shed off the article of clothing before falling into each other’s arms once more, the kiss only growing more passionate between their heated touches as their tongues clashed for dominance.

She moved her hips slowly, grinding against his crotch. Her lips moved against his own, tasting and savoring him. Their bodies molded together and the heat increased.

Bucky felt the warmth emanating from her center and he ached to be inside her. He ran his hands down the curve of her spine, stopping at the base of her back before he began to slide up beneath the thin cotton fabric of her shirt.

As Bucky’s hands traveled upward, goosebumps prickled up the smooth, naked skin of her stomach and thighs, her body beginning to shiver uncontrollably from the sensation as she released a quiet whine from her throat, which only succeeded in enticing his arousal.

When his hand rested on the underwire of her bra, he paused and broke their kiss. He gazed up at her for permission, whose eyes were clouded with lust and love, her teeth biting down on her swollen bottom lip before she quickly gave her assent with a nod of her head. At her approval, a smug grin grew on his mouth, which Y/N only responded to with an impatient roll of her hips.

“Now, who’s eager?” He teased her as his hand cupped the curve of her breast and squeezed lightly, his fingertips massaging the skin there.

“Mmm. I blame you.” She breathed out, running her hands down his chest.

He smirked up at her, giving her a wink before sitting up fully and resting his hand on her chin to tilt it toward him for a soft, quick kiss. “You better. This is entirely my fault.”

Bucky’s lips trailed down the length of her neck, licking, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spots of skin there, causing her to inhale sharply.

He pulled the strap of her tank top down her shoulder, continuing to place open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone before stopping to lift the remaining strap over her other shoulder so the top half of her outfit would fall down and reveal her bare torso.

The sight made his breath hitch; her flawless skin was illuminated by the soft lighting that cascaded from her lamp as his hungry eyes devoured the beautiful woman before him, the image making the tent in his pants tighten.

She ground her hips once more, moving faster than before. Her breast jiggled softly before him, which only made him become impossibly harder as his dick throbbed against her inner thigh.

His right hand moved up to take hold of one of her tits, kneading the supple, tender flesh before he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and twisting the bud until he had her gasping at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

He continued massaging and caressing her neglected breast as his lips finally wrapped around the other, swirling his tongue against her erect nipple, making her grip on his shoulders harden as she arched into him.

A quiet moan escaped her lips when she pressed into Bucky, the wet spot forming on her cotton shorts brushing against the strain in his own, bringing a muffled curse out of his throat. “Fuck,” he groaned. In one swift motion, he gripped her hips and rolled her over so she was now on her back. 

Leaning down, he left open-mouth kisses that trailed down from her collarbone, then to the valley between her breasts, before settling on the smooth, warm plane of her abdomen, licking and sucking gently at the delicate skin.

Bucky’s gaze flicked back up to her face for only a moment before returning to the waistband of her shorts, nuzzling the spot above the button. With deft, agile fingers, he easily undid the fastener before pulling at the hem of both the shorts and panties that concealed her sex, pausing briefly to ask for her consent again, which she gave him, albeit a little more impatiently this time as she wriggled out of her clothing with Bucky’s help, tossing them across the room, landing somewhere near the dresser, not like either of them cared where it landed as they focused solely on each other.

“Bucky, please?” she begged, reaching out to touch his bare chest.

“Hmm?” Bucky purred, looking down at her with a cocky smirk, “Please what, doll?” His hands traveled everywhere but between her thighs, fingers tracing every dip and curve of her body as his lips continued to kiss and lick a burning trail along her quivering skin, his eyes never leaving her heated face as his fingers finally grazed the outer lips of her glistening labia.

He watched the way her breathing sped up while he slowly circled her folds with the pad of his thumb, coaxing her to spread her legs wider to accommodate him as she let out an exasperated groan, glaring daggers up at her boyfriend.

“Stop teasing,” she whined, spreading her legs wider. Another small pout formed on her lips.

“Never.” He grinned mischievously.

She tried her hardest to keep the urge to whine out of her system, choosing instead to bite down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” He grinned wolfishly as he spread her juices throughout her drenched cunt. “We have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves tonight.” He spread her slick from her hole to her clit, watching intently as she whimpered beneath him.

“And I intend to take my time, now that I have you all to myself.” His metal hand stroked his aching length through his pants while the other dipped one digit into her weeping pussy.

Her head tilted back in a silent scream when he crooked it inside her walls. “Hnnng...Bucky...”

He chuckled darkly, pumping his finger in and out of her quivering hole at an unhurried pace while she whined needily below him. “Yes, baby?” She could feel him smirking against her pelvis as he dragged the tip of his nose down the inside of her thigh.

Her knees instinctively folded inward, closing her legs, but two strong arms immediately opened them wider again before dipping down.

His tongue swiped through her slit once before withdrawing, making her gasp in surprise when he kissed her clit, pulling his finger completely out of her to add a second into his already slicked-up palm before thrusting it back into her.

She groaned loudly as he alternated between thrusts of his fingers and shallow flicks of his tongue, driving her mad with impatience until, eventually, her frustration got the better of her when she reached down and grabbed his head, threading her hands through his hair.

He hummed in approval against her pulsating clit when she tugged on his dark locks, making her moan louder than before as he continued to lap up her juices.

Her nails scratched lightly at his scalp while he twisted and scissored his long, dexterous digits, rubbing against the soft, velvety tissue of her inner walls, coating his skin with the creamy essence of her arousal as she mewled above him.

She writhed uncontrollably as he added a third finger, stretching her out slowly, carefully opening her up until he found what he had been searching for, finally pushing three thick fingers deep within her where they belonged only minutes ago – filling every inch of her hot depths, each stroke eliciting another low murmur.

“Ah, god!” she choked out brokenly, grinding her core into Bucky’s face desperately as her legs began to shake uncontrollably, “Yes, Bucky! Yes!”

“Good, baby?” He hummed, his mouth vibrating against her labia as he continued to suck on her swollen bud.

“S-so good!” She moaned.

His eyes darkened hungrily at her confirmation and he groaned, shifting to remove his pants to release his painfully throbbing shaft before returning his tongue to the sensitive bundle of nerves as he relentlessly abused her g-spot.

A cry of pure bliss bubbled up her chest when he curled his fingers up again. Her walls spasming around him until her whole body tensed up in preparation for the overwhelming wave of euphoria that crashed over her just moments later.

 The force of her orgasm knocked the breath right out of her, her back arching and legs locking around him as he lapped at the clear liquid trickling down his fingers before he slowly withdrew them.

He smiled affectionately as he looked up at her, seeing her sated, exhausted smile, her flushed, glowing face shining brightly under the moonlight filtering in through her bedroom window.

“I hope you’re ready for more.” He whispered huskily, wiping his mouth and chin clean with the back of his hand as his other pumped himself leisurely.

Her head perked up as much as her energy allowed, her eyes wide with curiosity at the notion that he might still be riled up despite giving her such an intense climax.

He smirked deviously when she caught his meaning, crawling back over to capture her lips with his own, the tanginess of her release evident on his tongue. She whimpered when he pushed into her with his full length without hesitation, groaning quietly when her tight heat enveloped his rock-hard, throbbing dick in its entirety. “Shit, you feel amazing, baby...” He grunted softly as he eased himself out, leaving only the tip inside before he slid back in.

She gasped, clawing at his bare chest, raking her nails down his pecs before settling for wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hold on to something, babe. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” He chuckled darkly as he started fucking her roughly, the sharp snap of his hips colliding against hers filling her ears as she threw her head back and screamed out his name.

They rocked back and forth on top of her bed, skin-on-skin contact eliciting loud cries and moans from them both when the sensation became too great to contain within themselves. He bucked hard into her, the power behind it causing her to bounce forward only to be pinned down beneath him by his weight as his hips snapped down faster, harder than ever before, pounding against hers brutally as he used his arms for leverage while he continued to fuck her senseless.

The feeling of his thick length sliding in and out of her at a relentless pace was enough to render Y/N speechless; her ability to form coherent thoughts was completely eradicated due to the mind-numbing pleasure that consumed every cell in her body. “Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” he instructed, pushing her legs farther apart.

“Oh my God, Bucky!”

Her thighs burned as she struggled to comply with his demand. But her efforts were rewarded when she felt him enter even deeper, hitting her in a spot that made stars explode across her vision as he buried himself fully inside her, filling her completely until there wasn’t any part of either of them that remained separate.

His forehead rested on top of hers while he looked into her hazy gaze while he fucked her deeply, his thumbs tracing soft circles on the inside of her wrist. He growled possessively as he slammed into her over and over again. “Mmm. I missed this. Missed touching your body, tasting your skin, hearing you moan for me,” he breathed out.

“Me too! More than anything else,” she exclaimed between breaths, panting heavily. She rolled her hips as best she could to meet his rhythm, relishing how each powerful thrust sent bolts of pleasure racing through her veins, igniting fire throughout every inch of her being.

She cried out when Bucky hit that spot again and his fingers dug into her hips as she tightened around him.

“Are you close?” He asked gruffly, increasing the tempo of his movements. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her neck. “I want you to cum with me,” he whispered in her ear, before nibbling on the lobe.

The sound of his words caused a fresh wave of desire to rush through her as she trembled underneath him, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders in desperation. The muscles of her stomach flexed with tension as she fought to keep control of her trembling limbs long enough to bring herself to the edge.

“Don’t fight it,” he commanded, sensing her struggle. “Let go. Just focus on my voice and I promise I will take care of everything else, sweetheart.” His tone softened, but retained an undercurrent of dominance that she found immensely appealing as she nodded obediently and relaxed her hold on his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he praised her softly, placing another kiss against her skin. “Just give yourself to me, Y/N. Let me make love to you the way you deserve. Show me how much you love me.”

At those final few words, she broke. All thoughts and emotions evaporated from her brain as every nerve ending lit up with pure bliss when she finally surrendered to him completely, allowing Bucky to ravage her insides with fervor.

The entire world disappeared; nothing existed except the sensation of their bodies crashing into each other as he moved inside her. Nothing mattered except the ecstasy coursing through his veins and flooding her mind. There was no past or future, only the present. Only Bucky. And she clung to that feeling with a ferocious passion.

As her walls started to clench, she arched her spine and threw back her head, a wave of sheer euphoria consuming her every atom. His own orgasm came moments later, causing him to convulse wildly as her tight pussy milked every last drop from him, filling her completely, until his seed dripped out of her pussy and onto the sheets beneath them.

Their breathing eventually returned to normal and their heartbeats slowed until they lay intertwined together, still joined, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. Neither wanted to break the spell by moving. 

Bucky smiled. A thin sheen of sweat dripped down her forehead, which he wiped away. His fignertips trailed down the side of her face, almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of her gorgeous face. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?”

Her cheeks heated slightly and ducked her head. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“Always,” he whispered. “I love you.”

She gazed at him, a mix of emotion on her face. Her eyes filled with tears. “I...I love you too...” A few drops of wetness seeped through the corner of her eyes, which Bucky immediately noticed. She saw the worry appear on his features.

“Are you okay?” His eyebrows furrowed together. “I didn’t mean to go too hard on you, especially after you-“

“No, I’m fine, I swear,” she quickly interrupted, shaking her head. “It’s just...that was...you are so sweet. You’re so caring.” The words sounded stupid to her, and she knew it was silly to get emotional over something like this. 

But she couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture that showed him to be a thoughtful lover who put others first and his own satisfaction secondary, prioritizing her pleasure over his own.

This was what made him such a skilled man—one worthy of being loved unconditionally without any reservations whatsoever. And why she had grown attached to him so rapidly and irrevocably since they'd started dating two weeks ago.

He grinned bashfully. “I try. But honestly, I find myself becoming selfish when it comes to you, babe.”

She cocked an eyebrow curiously. “Oh? Do tell.”

His pupils dilated. “Well, for one thing,” his thumb brushed across her nipple teasingly, making her tremble beneath him, “I absolutely hate sharing you with anyone. It drives me nuts having people around you that aren’t family. And the thought of anyone else laying their hands on you makes me furious.”

Y/N giggled and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Aw, jealous?”

“Very.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry. I only want you, Barnes.” Y/N’s eyelashes lowered and her lips parted in anticipation as Bucky bent down to place a gentle kiss on her mouth.

A low growl rose out of his throat as he lifted her leg so he could wrap it around his waist. Then he drove himself into her again. “Good,” he rumbled, nipping at the sensitive skin below her earlobe as he began to fuck her once more, making sure she would be sore tomorrow.

divider credit: @.cafekitsune

[caws5749]

Written Words

A/N: does anybody have any fluffy requests???? Please send if you doooooooooooooo

You were always better with the written word. You fumbled over oral words, your brain not thinking fast enough to keep up with the conversation, often thinking of clever things to say only after the fact.

But written word was... right. It was simple, easy, seemed to just flow for you.

Natasha was never one for fancy speeches or eloquent romantic words anyway, but that didn't mean you didn't want her to receive something beautiful, something pure, something well-said. So you wrote.

It started with something as simple as a card with flowers, along with a new knife. You hadn't really known what to get her. She had loved everything, but she hadn't really cared about the gifts. What she loved, what she cherished, was the card.

Natasha, this is a simple gift, simply because I can't help but think of you. You consume my mind, my soul, my being in the best way possible. And I hope that you continue to. Love, Y/N.

No one had ever said anything like that to her. It was the gesture, but it was the words.

You kept writing little notes for her everywhere. Her heart soared, it was something she looked forward to every day. It was notes on her pillow for her to come home to, notes in her weapons locker, notes near the coffee machine (which made Tony and Clint roll their eyes in fake disgust and you never heard the end of it).

You knew you wrote decently, and you began to be proud of such a thing. You hadn't known how much your writings meant to Nat until one morning.

Unbeknownst to you, you had developed a pattern. It seemed that every other Wednesday or Thursday there was a note on Natasha's pillow.

But you didn't that morning. You were rushed, mildly under the weather, and just all around not doing your best. You hadn't really forgotten, but you just didn't have the time or energy.

Your girlfriend met you in the kitchen, pulling out a coffee mug while you worked the espresso machine.

Your eyes flickered towards her, a crease forming between your brows at her silence. There was no 'good morning', no hug, no nothing.

"Good morning," you said cautiously.

"Morning," the red-head replied shortly. She didn't even look at you. Your brows raised.

"Natasha?"

"Hmmm?"

"Is everything okay?'

"Why wouldn't it be?"

You sighed through your nose, growing a bit frustrated. You weren't usually so quick-tempered, but everything you were dealing with had caused a short fuse.

"Fine, then," you retorted. You returned to the espresso, throwing things about loudly.

Nat finally turned to look at you. She then studied the bags under your eyes, the slightly pink nose, the half-done hair, and the time. Guilt swept through her.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, moving to you, arms wrapping around your middle from behind.

"What's going on?" you whispered, fingers moving in circles along her forearm.

"I know it's dumb, but I... you usually.... it's Thursday and every other We-.... just... there was no note," she finished sheepishly, half burrowing her face into your hair.

The lightbulb went off.

"Oh."

"I shouldn't expect that, but I just love your writing so much. But I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, especially seeing you, babe. You're clearly not having the best morning. I'm so sorry," she said gently, giving you a squeeze.

You hadn't known she loved your writing that much. But you certainly did now.

It was why you couldn't wait after writing your vows to share them with her.

It was dusk, the last hints of light barely creeping through into the compound. Natasha sat on the couch, a blanket half draped across her legs that were tucked under her. She had one eye on the news and another on the book in her hand.

Her eyes lit up as she noticed you, setting her book down. "Detka," she greeted warmly, lifting up the blanket for you. You settled in next to her, facing her and chewing on your bottom lip.

"What is it?" she asked, brows furrowed slightly.

"I know this isn't customary, but I can't wait," you said. She only looked more confused. You pulled out the paper that had slightly crinkled in your pocket. You took one look at her emerald eyes before your heart filled with love and you thought you might burst.

"When I met you, I didn't know what was to come," you began, following the words you'd so carefully written. "I didn't know I'd find someone with such love, such courage, intelligence, and all around perfection. I didn't know I'd find the one who was so perfect for me. Natasha Romanoff is a name that is revered in many households, in many hearts, but I can promise you that no one reveres you as I do. I promise to respect you, cherish you, love you like no other. I promise I will take care of you when you are sick, to protect you when you are fighting for the world, and to stop Clint from stealing your special snacks."

She gave a watery chuckle at that, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I promise to be a faithful wife, a faithful mission partner, and your greatest ally. I promise to try my best to give you the three children you desire, the perfect house you desire to build, and the life you deserve. Until death greets us, I am yours, Natalia."

[marvelobsessed134]

I’m not that innocent

A/n: Set around the events of Iron Man 2. Instead for Natasha spying on Tony, you will take her place. (Love Nat tho don’t get me wrong). This has been sitting in my drafts for *ehem* about 500 years but here it is :)

Warnings: smut, blowjobs, getting caught (not sexually), degradation, reader goes by a undercover name for a short amount of time, reader doesn’t get to cum lol, and I think that’s it let me know if I forgot anything.

Summary: Tony catches onto your act

This mission was simple enough. Go undercover as Tony Stark’s assistant to collect information on him for Nick Fury. Originally your friend Natasha was supposed to go on this mission but unfortunately she got sick with the flu so Fury asked you to take over.

You were nervous since Tony is a powerful CEO, literally Iron Man, and he’s mega hot. But you knew you had to set aside your personal feelings to successfully get this mission done. The CEO was obviously flirty with you, and you couldn’t help but be a little flustered. Everything was going according to plan until one day.

You were caught bent over in his office, looking through one of his file drawers when you heard a door open, close and lock. A grunt filled the room. You quickly looked up to see non other than your target. Standing there like a deer in the headlights, you just stared back at the older (and albeit larger) man.

“What do you think you’re doing Missy?” Tony asked as he slowly started to stalk towards you. “Just looking for these files that Pepper wanted.” You tried to easily make up a lie.

“That’s interesting because Pepper left early today.” Ah, shit. You are so cooked.

“Oh! Um, sorry must’ve slipped my mind um-“

“What were you doing sifting through my private files?”

Quick, Y/n, say something! Your mind shouted at you. But really, what excuse were you supposed to use now? Especially since he called your bullshit on your first one. Without even having to say anything, Tony spoke up, “I have a feeling you’re not really an assistant. You work for SHIELD is that right?” Okay, how the fuck did he get that spot on?

It must’ve been written all over your face because he said, “Yeah, I’ve had an inkling for awhile. I bet your name isn’t really Holly Brooks. What’s your real one?”

You were too scared and stunned to speak and so the raven haired man lifted your chin with his index finger and said in a lower tone, “I said, what is your real name?”

You gulped, “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“That name suits you far better than Holly does. And because you’re so pretty, I’ll let you out of this office and I can forget you ever did anything.” You looked at him with a surprised but hopeful expression.

“But you’re gonna have to earn it, sweetheart.”

“Earn it? How?” You had an idea of what this “earning” would entail and it made your panties damp.

“I think you know what I want.” He said cockily before pushing the file drawer closed and walking to his desk chair before sitting down in a leaning position. “Get on your knees pretty girl.” You were quick to obey, getting on your knees as you looked at him with doe eyes.

“You gonna undo my pants or what? Are too much of a dumb spy to not know how to suck cock?” His degrading words sent you spiraling and you let out a quiet, “Sorry sir.” Before buckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down allowing his large cock to spring free. Your eyes widened at the size and the tip already leaking of precum. You did wear a revealing outfit today, a white blouse with the first three buttons undone to show your black lacy bra, and a shirt black pencil skirt with just your matching panties under it. Maybe you were waiting for this moment…

You took his cock in your hand and began to jerk him off before taking the tip in your mouth and sinking down his length. “Oh fuck.” Tony hissed as you began to suck him off, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The older man gripped your hair roughly and started to control your movements, using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight.

“Such a slut, you like this don’t you? I know you’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I saw you staring at me a couple times with those fuck me eyes.” He groaned out, enjoying the way tears filled your eyes as you helplessly sat there on your knees being used by him.

“Who knew you were such a good cocksucker? I’m gonna have to keep you around.” His words made your brain short circuit and encouraged you to lick him and help him get to his finish while he was using your mouth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. You better take it all or I swear to god-“ The CEO cut himself off when he released his seed into your mouth and down your throat, you swallowed it all and he pulled you off his dick, leaning your head back to look at you. Your mascara was messed up, your face was wet from tears, and your eyes were blissed out.

“Such a pretty girl. Could’ve treated you real nice, taken you out to dinner before I take you home and destroy that little cunt. Too bad you have to be a whore.” His tone was so condescending and somehow that made it better.

“Get up.” Tony commanded and let go of your hair. You stood up and watched him rise as well, taking his blazer jacket off and loosening his tie before unbuttoning his shirt and fully getting rid of his pants. He grabbed you and pushed you against the side of his desk, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back, hands wandering his sculpted body like it was the best thing you’ve ever put your hands on.

The raven haired man ripped your white shirt open and roughly pulled the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts, letting them pop out effortlessly. He tweaked and played with your nipples, spitting on them, sucking them, making you moan and squeal in the overwhelming sensation.

Then he pulled your skirt up roughly, and cupped your clothed core, “So fucking wet. Just from sucking my dick? Or was it being naughty and getting caught doing something you shouldn’t have been doing? Which is it?”

“Both.” You answered obediently and honestly.

“Fucking slut.” He huffed before ripping your panties off which caused you to gasp but you didn’t have a chance to open your mouth when he turned you around and bent you over as if you were nothing.

He slapped your ass once, twice, three times before lining up his cock to your dripping entrance. As he gripped your hips he slowly pushed in making the two of you moan. Oh god, you thought to yourself, his employees can probably hear this. They think you’re just another one of his conquests. In way, you are.

“Oh fuck! So fucking tight!” Tony growled as he began to thrust and fuck into you faster and harder slapping your ass occasionally. “Such a bad girl, thinking you can tease me all day, make me hard in meetings, just to try and fucking spy on me,” he scoffs, as if the whole situation was pathetic, “but now I have my cock deep your pussy so, at least one of us is winning.” He continued to fuck you senseless, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. You couldn’t hide your moans and cries as the CEO repeatedly hit your g spot.

“Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Yeah? Do you think you deserve it? After all you did?” Tony grunted.

“Yes! Please let me cum! I’ve been such a good girl so far!” Your cries and pleads were pathetic. You were pathetic, Tony thought. And god was he having the time of his life.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to edge and said, “Yeah, I don’t think so.” And pulled out of you before shooting his cum on your ass.

You whined at the loss of contact and orgasm making him laugh and say, “If you want to cum, you have to let me take you out to dinner. And get rid of any files you might have stolen from me digital and physical copies.

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x plus size!short female reader (Big Red and Peach)

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: It’s your birthday and Nat knows just how to spoil you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (scissoring, oral), f/f relationship, so much fluff, a cute cat, reader is a swiftie, they’re in love y’all, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: In the midst of writing all the wonderful Kinktober smut I had to churn out this little beauty. These two are so adorable, the NY babes are gonna be fun to play with.

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You let out a snort when you woke up, whining and screwing your eyes closed while you buried your face in the pillow to block out the sun. It was your birthday, and all you wanted was to curl up under the blankets and avoid everyone and everything until tomorrow.

“Happy Birthday!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and frowned at Nat when she walked into the room with a ridiculously large pile of pancakes. With whipped cream. And sparklers. Damn her and her cheery morning attitude. “It’s too early.”

“It’s nine o’clock, peach.” She beamed at you and sat down on the bed, setting the platter of decadent breakfast on the nightstand before stretching her body over yours so she could nuzzle into your hair and kiss your ear. “And I want to spend as much of my special girl’s special day spoiling her.”

“Ugh… fine.” It was hard to stay upset when she was sitting there in just a cami and panties, especially when she bounced happily and made her perfect boobs jiggle in a way that made you want to shove your face between them. “But we’re not going out, right?”

“Of course not.” Nat placed the tray on your lap when you sat up, clapping when you blew out the sparklers and winding her arms around your neck so she could kiss your cheek. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” She laughed when your kitten jumped up on the bed and tried to put his paw right in the whipped cream. “Except for little Gus-Gus, of course!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Nat started cuddling the kitten while you ate your pancakes. She kept leaning over to kiss whipped cream off the corners of your lips, and fuck if that didn’t do things to you. The woman had taken the whole day off work just so she could spend it with you, it’s not like you could really be mad about your birthday when that was the situation.

As soon as you were finished she was shoving the kitten into your arms and dragging you downstairs, that gorgeous smile still on her face that made you feel all gooey inside. Then you saw the living room and kitchen and you wanted to laugh and cry all at once.

Flowers. Bouquets on every surface and garlands strung from the ceilings with sprays on the walls. Delphiniums and asters and anemones and snapdragons and ranunculus. All of your favorites. It smelled like an English garden, and it looked like one. Plus there were bright ribbons everywhere, and a hand painted banner that said ‘happy birthday’ in calligraphy. You didn’t know how to react.

“I cannot believe you did all this.” Damn, your eyes were all misty. Maybe she would believe it was allergies? “You’re really leaning into the sugar mommy thing.”

“Or, I just love my little peach and how her face looks when she’s happy.” After she set the tray in the sink she wrapped you in her arms and kissed the top of your head. “And how you pretend like you don’t get all teary when you get nice things. Which you deserve, baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in her boobs. “Thank you.”

“Of course, honey.” Nat placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back so she could look you in the eyes, still smiling when she leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You giggled when she growled playfully and bit your bottom lip. “I love you too, so much.”

“That’s my good girl.” She kissed you one more time before leading you to sit on the couch in front of a very large pile of gifts. “And now it’s time for presents!”

“Dear god.” You sighed when you flopped onto the couch with the kitten in your lap, chuckling in disbelief when she brought the first of you didn’t even know how many presents to you. “These are all wrapped way too nicely, Nat. I feel bad about ruining the paper. It’s too much.”

“Hush.” She sat down in front of you and rested her chin on her knees. “First off, you deserve all the gifts in the world because you’re wonderful. And second, we need to make your work room more comfy cozy now that you’re home all the time. Give it that peachy flair.”

“Okaaaaaaay…” you unwrapped the first gift as carefully as possible, letting out a shuddering and slightly emotional breath when you got a look at it. “Jesus Christ.”

What could you say, she knew you. Really well. In addition to the beautiful new laptop, she got you a vintage typewriter just in case you wanted to ‘write aesthetically’, which was just adorable even though you had no idea what it meant. There were lovely pictures of the vintage furniture she had bought to fill the space, with promises that the two of you would spend weekends refinishing and painting it together so it would look exactly the way you wanted.

Then there were the borderline excessive Taylor Swift related presents, which did make you cry. You didn’t even know how she found cardigans for every single album, much less little tiny matching ones for Gus to wear. The record player didn’t make much sense until you started unwrapping the vinyls of each album in aesthetically pleasing colors, including each of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ albums with promises to complete the collection as they continued being released. She insisted on putting the Eras bracelet on you herself as soon as you opened it, and her smile got even wider when you squeaked at the tickets to the Toronto show. It was absolutely over the top, but she looked so happy every time you opened something, and seeing her happy made you happy, so fuck it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to keep this up for every birthday and Christmas from now on.” You snuggled into her shoulder and pulled your “Midnights” cardigan closer around yourself, smiling while you looked at the framed vintage print of “Great War” lyrics. “Or where I’m going to put everything if you keep it up.”

“I’ll just have to buy a bigger house.” Nat kissed the top of your head and chuckled softly, turning on ‘How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days’ while she wrapped her arms around you. “Who really needs a retirement account?”

“Um, you do.” You looked up at her and grinned when she started rubbing your hips. “Because I’m not gonna start working again, and once I put you in an old age home, I’ll need something to maintain the lifestyle I’m becoming accustomed to.”

“Old age home?” She scoffed when you just grinned wider and nodded at her. “Little girl, you are asking for your birthday spanks.”

“Wait… Nat!” You squealed when she slapped your ass then tried to flip you over, kicking your legs and trying to get away while she just manhandled you like it was nothing. “This isn’t fair, I’m tiny!”

“Which is just fantastic for me.” She laughed when you yelped as she lifted you up so she could bite your left ass cheek before tossing you over her lap and giving you a good smack. “Tiny and thick, just look at that.”

“Hey!” You pouted and looked over your shoulder when she grabbed a handful of your ass and shook it. “Don’t jiggle me!”

“But I love the jiggle.” Nat gave you another spank and growled when it sent a ripple over your exceptionally voluptuous rear end. “Now, hold still.”

After about five you finally stopped squirming, just wiggling a little each time her hand met your skin. Your breathing kept getting heavier, though, and you couldn’t hold back your soft little whines. Once she got halfway through you were openly moaning like a whore, completely forgetting about the movie and pushing your ass up to meet her hand. Yeah, you were getting wet. Like, really wet. And hot. You didn’t even notice when she landed another solid slap and you spread your legs, biting your lips when you felt your pussy throb. Damn her, she really did know you.

“There we go.” As soon as she finished she yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere you couldn’t see before she started teasing her fingers over the insides of your thighs. “Just look how messy your pretty little pussy is, peachy girl! And from a spanking. Tsk, whatever should we do about it?”

“Dunno…” you were mumbling and perhaps drooling but if she didn’t do something about the situation between your legs soon you might cry. “Natasha…”

“Aww, did somebody get a little stupid?” Nat just grinned when you nodded as she turned you over and spread your legs even wider. “Does baby need mommy to take care of her and her sloppy cunt?”

“Yes mommy.” You gasped when she propped your ankle on her shoulder so she could pull off her own panties, licking your lips when she hooked a knee over your thigh that was laying on the couch until she was straddling you. “Mommy…”

“Shhh, just let mommy take care of you, baby.”

As soon as she pressed against you you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed when she scraped her teeth along the curve of your calf at the same time she started to move. She was so soft. And warm. And slick. Her pussy slid over yours easily, her clit right against yours while her hips rolled slowly and sensuously so you could feel all of her. Nat nibbled on your ankle delicately when your pussy throbbed for her, smiling when you moaned and arched your back while your toes curled. You hiccuped when her clit found yours and started moving your hips, gripping the couch cushions when your core began tightening and it got harder to breathe.

The both of you moaned when she began rolling her hips faster, your hand sliding up her soft thighs so you could hold onto her hips while she rode you. Her lips were still pressed to the skin of your calf, sucking on it gently until you had a chain of pretty bruises along the inside of your leg. Nat purred when you tossed your head back and whined at the sensation of her sliding a hand under your cardigan so she could play with your tits, rolling over your nipple with her thumb until you let out another desperate hiccup. You whined when she squeezed your breast at the same time she changed the angle of her grinding, your eyes fluttering open when she bent over you until her lips were brushing against yours.

“My sweet, pretty girl.” Nat cooed into your mouth before flicking her tongue against your bottom lip, taking the hand that was holding your leg away so she could bury it in your hair while she gazes deeply into your eyes. “So good for mommy. Is feeling mommy’s pussy rubbing against yours your favorite, peach?”

“Mmhm… yeah.” Breathing kept getting harder and harder, your breath leaving you in a pathetic whimper while you dug your fingers into her hips. “‘M so close…”

“I know baby girl.” She tugged on your bottom lip with her teeth while letting out some low, pleasant sound from deep in her chest. “Come for mommy. You know how much I love it when you make a mess on my pussy.”

Nat pressed her lips to yours so she could swallow your cry when you fell apart, smiling when you shook in her arms while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over hers. She followed right after you, gasping and letting her eyes fall closed when her cunt spasmed against yours while every muscle in her body clenched and released. When you opened your eyes to watch her it only made your orgasm more intense, your legs tightening around her when her face flushed pink and her eyes fluttered, her teeth sinking into her pillowy bottom lip while her body rolled against yours.

As soon as you had both ridden it out you collapsed against each other, Nat laughing softly and rolling until you were sprawled on top of her while you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you could stop smiling, your eyes bright and happy when Nat pushed your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with tender affection. You leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a happy sigh when she leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You are so precious, little peach.” Nat hummed and rested her head against the pillow that was propped on the armrest, tangling her legs with yours while you pulled a blanket over your naked bottom halves. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“It would be kind of hard not to.” You chuckled when she played with your hair as you kept rubbing your cheek against her chest. “Every day with you is a good day.”

“Hmm, I feel exactly the same way.” She gave your ass an affectionate squeeze. “I hope cuddling for the rest of the day and eating a variety of snacks is acceptable.”

“More than acceptable.” You smiled warmly when she kissed the top of your head again. “But you know what’s even better than cuddling? Naked cuddling.”

“Whatever my birthday girl wants she gets.” Nat beamed at you before sitting up to pull off her cami, laughing when you immediately buried your face in her breasts as soon as she laid back down. “Spoiled.”

“Well, that’s your own fault.” You nuzzled at her breast as you relaxed, letting out a contented sigh when she began playing with your hair again. “Thank you for giving me a nice birthday. I love you.”

“And I love you baby girl.” She kept playing with your hair, laughing softly when the two saw Gus rolling around on the floor and meowing in offense at being forced to wear a cardigan. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of your days from now on is as nice as possible.”

[song-witch]

Need Me Like I Want You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 1,405

Warnings: Unspecified age gap (Nat is older).

Summary: Nat and Wanda had been going on strong for over a month, but will a little secret ruin what they have?

Part Two Part Three

A/N: I hope this has as many twists as I think it does.

“I have to go.” Wanda tried to look stern, but failed miserably, easy giggles falling from her lips. She was only half serious; she knew she had other obligations, but there was always a part of her that wanted to stay with Nat. Those obligations outweighed Natasha by all means, though, which meant she had to go. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t be back, however.

“Tash.” Wanda laughed as she continued to nip gently at the end of her jaw, tilting her head back just slightly. She knew she should leave, needed to leave, but the woman was so addicting. She was glad she took D.A.R.E. as a kid, because she was more than certain she would’ve been addicted to far worse things than a woman. Where addiction stopped and love started, she had no clue.

“I don’t hear you complaining, baby.” Natasha murmured against the younger's neck, sucking softly at the skin there. Despite how much she wanted to cover her in hickies, she knew Wanda had a hard line at where they were, aka, anything visible to anyone but them were off limits. The most she could do with the woman being fully clothed was nip a little here and suck a little there. Enough to tease, too little to mark.

“I-” Wanda was cut short with a gasp, bringing her hands up to gently press against the woman’s shoulders. It was a mix between pushing her away and holding on to something to stabilize herself. They had only been together for barely a month and a half, and the older knew all of her turn ons. And offs, for that matter.

“I need to go.” As difficult as it was, Wanda pulled back, creating space between them as she stepped back. As much as it pained her to do so, she knew from… past experiences that it would be the only way the redhead would let her go. And even then, the woman would still try to find a way to get her to stay. She was insatiable to say the least. “I have class in the morning.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Natasha smirked, her right hand reaching up to cup the younger’s cheek, simultaneously pulling her closer while leaning against the door frame. It was stated as a question, though she knew the answer. She greedily dragged her eyes up and down the woman’s body, the promise of another night hanging between them. Wanda smiled shyly, leaning into the touch despite her earlier actions, biting at her lip.

“Yes.” Wanda whispered, leaning forward even more. They were kissing once again, soft and passionate instead of needy and wanton. It was moments like this that Wanda wanted, yearned for even. She begrudgingly pulled back, holding the straps of her crossbody to stop herself from reaching for the redhead. Their lips smacked as Wanda pulled back, smiling once again.

She couldn’t not smile when she was with Nat. It was as impossible as trying to resist her. Especially when she was dressed in nothing but shorts and a thin tank top, her hair messy and makeup somehow not smeared. Wanda knew she looked like a hot mess, emphasis on the mess. Her sweater was probably on backwards and she knew her hair was sticking up in places it definitely wasn’t when she had gotten there. She would just have to fix herself in her car.

“Don’t miss me too much, baby.” Natasha mumbled against her lips, kissing her one last time before turning her away. It was hard to resist smacking her ass as she walked by, though she did. Wanda hated it, had some bad experience with some ex who was obsessed with doing it. Nat respected that, wouldn’t do it if that’s what she wanted.

“I’ll try not to.” Wanda laughed, throwing a smile over her shoulder.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she continued walking, knowing the woman was watching her. She would watch her until she pulled out, would text her when she was supposed to be home to make sure she was okay. It was weird. She couldn’t remember how good it felt to be wanted and yet… she felt wrong for it. Felt bad for putting herself first for once. She wouldn’t let that stop her, though. She deserved something good for once, and she’d be damned if she fucked it up. When she fucked it up.

She knew she couldn’t think like that though, and instead got into her car, fixing herself just a little in the mirror before pulling away from the redhead’s house. It might as well have been a mansion, easily double her own apartment she shared with her brother. It was almost uncanny how she, a college junior with barely enough money to support herself, was dating a woman with more than enough to support an entire family.

The worst part was how often Natasha wanted to spoil her, to buy her new lingerie or dinner or whatever else. And Wanda always turned it down. She couldn’t just take her money like that, even if it was more than useful. She felt guilty doing it and she couldn’t explain why, just that she did.

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Wanda had contemplated pulling through some fast food joint, grab something for herself for dinner before going home. She knew Nat had snuck at least a 20 into her bag, if not more. There were other more important things she needed to buy with that cash, even if she hadn’t asked for or wanted it in the first place. Within twenty minutes she had pulled up to her apartment, parking on the street before texting Nat that she had safely made it home. It was nearly eight by the time she had made her way inside, tugging her backpack and purse in with her.

“Pietro? I’m home!” Wanda called into the unusually quiet house, tucking her shoes into the little cubby and her purse and jacket onto the hooks. It wasn’t much, but anything to keep the place an utter disaster, she’d do. Her backpack was hung over one of the dining table chairs. The kitchen was empty except for dirty dishes and take out wrappers, no doubt from her twin while she was gone.

“Living room!” Was all she got in return, leading her toward said room. Pietro was sitting on the couch, controller clutched in his hand and headphones pulled over his ears, clearly in the middle of a match. It was some superhero game, or maybe just some duty call or something. Whatever it was, he was clearly in the middle of a game, though he wasn’t yelling like normal.

“Were they good?” Wanda approached the pack-n-play next to the couch, cooing softly at the babies situated in it. The older of the two was seemingly grasping at his feet, though he was more focused on stuffing his knuckles into his mouth. The younger was content to shake his pacifier around.

Pietro mumbled something along the lines of “they’re babies” while she reached to pick up Tommy, situating him in her left arm before reaching for Billy. Both were happy to see her, gummy smiles pulling at their lips as she spoke sweet nothings to them. They were easy babies, happy to be around her, hardly putting up a fuss when unnecessary. It made things easier for her.

“You’re watching them from ten to noon tomorrow, right?” Wanda asked her brother as she continued towards her room, bouncing lightly with the infants. He waved her off, another mumbled confirmation as he continued to play his game, no other care in the world. She took that as the only yes she’d get, closing her door behind her. “Your uncle is crazy, you know that?” Wanda cooed to the twins, who only made noise back at her, which she took as an agreement.

The twins were fed, bathed and put to bed by ten, the thought of her day still fresh in her mind. It took everything in her to go to bed, to put her phone down and not call Nat in nothing but her pajamas. She needed to go to bed, though, if she wanted to even attempt to get to class on time. So she set her phone down, already dreaming of yet another night with the redhead, knowing she’d be up in a few hours to feed to twins.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Growing Pains Part 4

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: Little Nat is almost 13 and school’s a bitch. Retired mob boss turned stay-at-home mom Wanda has to figure out how to deal with bullies at her daughter’s school. 

A/N: Credit to @rianncreates for this fic idea. Sorry for not writing much. I've been very unmotivated and kinda depressed, but I'm working on it!

Warnings: Fluff, teen angst, injury, reference to previous injury/trauma, bullies, and pranks

It’s almost 1 in the morning and sleep isn’t coming easily for you tonight. The usual culprit, your chronic pain, isn’t to blame tonight for once. You are thinking about what Natalya had asked tonight, and how you suspect that she was unintentionally, possibly coming out to you. Despite your claim of not caring one way or another, you’d love to know if she liked someone. Especially if that someone was a friend.

After considering this for too long you start to worry that your daughter was being bullied. It seemed like a stretch just going off of what she’d mentioned tonight, but as you rolled it around in your brain it didn’t seem unreasonable. She was shy and a bit awkward when she wanted to be, and you and Wanda loved her for it. That said, if someone found out that she had a crush especially on a friend you could see them taunting her about it. 

You hate to think that your daughter could be targeted like this, but you blame your restlessness for the current spiral. Nat would tell you if she was having trouble. Wouldn’t she?

“You’re tense, detka. What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

You’d failed to realize as you got more anxious, that your body was starting to reflect this without your consent. Given that Wanda’s in her usual spot right snug up against your side, she can feel how you grow stiff beside her. She shifts carefully in case you’re in pain, so she can see your face. Or at least try to. She sees that you’re looking down at her with a caught expression, and given that it’s late you don’t waste precious time trying to deceive your too smart wife.

When you don’t respond immediately Wanda frowns as she starts to sit up. You don’t let her go far as you tighten your hold on her with a shake of your head. 

“No, Wands I’m fine. I was just thinking about Little Nat.”

This surprises Wanda for a couple of reasons. Usually, you can’t sleep because of your pain or you had caffeine too close to bed. She hadn’t guessed that you were worrying about their daughter and she wonders if she missed something earlier tonight.

You don’t let her fret too much as you kiss her head and take a deep breath before shifting to get more comfortable. You’re a little cold and pull the covers up higher as you shiver beneath them.

“She seemed concerned about facing more people like that woman today, and I just can’t help but think she was trying to tell me something.” 

Wanda doesn’t say anything at first, and the silence leaves you time to continue thinking about what you might be missing. Wanda’s mind is working in a similar way, and she frowns at the thought that she’s missed something important with her daughter. She’d believed Natalya when she said she didn’t like any of her friends, but she allowed her faith in her daughter to blind her to the simple fact that Nat may have just been scared. Wanda hated to think that her daughter could fear her in any capacity. If she wasn’t being truthful because she feared her reaction then Wanda had failed as a mother. 

She feels you squeeze her arm and she turns to see you with a knowing look. You shake your head before leaning in to kiss your wife’s hair with a smile. 

“You’re a wonderful mother, Wanda. Anyone with eyes can see how good you are to all of our children.”

Wanda sighs in defeat and she shifts so she’s facing you as she tangles your legs together. 

“You’re a little biased, detka.”

You don’t get to refute this before Wanda’s voicing her fears, stopping you short from responding with a joke. You frown at the thought of Wanda thinking of herself as inadequate when she’s no such thing. You never thought you could love Wanda more than when you’d married her, but then seeing her become a kind, fair, and loving mom had proved you wrong. 

“If I’m such a good mother, why doesn’t Natalya trust me?”

Your heart sinks and you’re twisting in Wanda’s grasp so you can be face to face. Despite struggling with this question a little  yourself, you really just had to remember how you’d first felt when you had a crush on someone. Regardless of who it was, you’d been terrified to consider the truth and you’d lied to multiple people just to keep your secret. You don’t know if Natalya’s doing the same, or if she even has a secret, but you have to believe that she’s just scared like a teen tends to be when something seems daunting. You know that Wanda has experienced similar fear, but now she’s also contending with her desire to have Nat tell her everything, and it’s making things complicated. 

Wanda grumbles in annoyance as you move out of her arms, but you continue to sit up so you’re hovering over her. She can’t see your face anymore because it’s obscured by darkness but she hears the smile in your voice as you offer her reassurance that she’s not a shitty parent.

“My love, it’s not about trust. You know Natalya trusts you with her life, but she’s a teenager, and things were scary back then if you recall.” 

The memory of one of her most terrifying high school experiences makes her practically recoil. You have a point. Everything at Natalya’s age seemed too daunting to commit to. It was a time that was supposed to be exciting and new, but for some it was overwhelming and terrifying. Trying to figure out who you were and what you wanted from life was a task that couldn’t be taken too seriously. It was a sure-fire way to psych yourself out and become totally apathetic. 

Wanda realizes that her daughter has a lot on her plate, and that she shouldn’t take this personally. Knowing that and accepting it however are two different things. She sighs heavily before she reaches out for you wordlessly. You take her hand in yours but she just shakes her head as she pulls you closer until you’re almost face to face again. You hover over her feeling her breath against your cheek as she speaks up. 

“That was a long time ago, Y/n.”

Wanda’s tone tells you that she’s accepting what you’ve said and that she doesn’t want to dwell on it. She’s changing the subject and you’re more than willing to go along with it if it means you can go to sleep soon. You shake your head before leaning in to kiss your wife chastely. You pull back just enough to respond and you feel Wanda’s hands fall to your waist. 

“Not so long, beautiful. That was what? 20 years ago?”

You don’t need to be able to see your wife to know that she’s rolling her eyes as she huffs in disbelief. She squeezes your sides which makes you flinch and laugh from the ticklish feeling. The sound makes her heart swell and she kisses your cheek in thanks before urging you closer. 

“You’re either really bad at math or you’re full of shit.”

“Why not both?”

Instead of responding and continuing the banter, Wanda decides she’d like to do something else. It’s late and you have work tomorrow, but it’s been a while since the two of you had done more than kiss and cuddle. Most of their time at home together was spent with their daughter which they loved, but it was nice to have time alone occasionally. You can tell what your wife is after as she pulls you close and then flush against her front as she captures your bottom lip between hers. You groan as you deepen the kiss and shift so you’re settled more comfortably on Wanda’s lap.

“I love you.”

Your hands begin to wander to your wife’s soft stomach, and you run your fingers along the faint stretch marks that you committed to memory long ago. You wish you could see your beautiful wife, but for now you’ll settle for touching her and holding her close as you make her writhe and gasp in pleasure. By the time you’re satisfied and Wanda’s left feeling boneless, it’s almost 3 in the morning. You’re exhausted and you’re pretty sure that Wanda’s already asleep where she clings to you. You sigh quietly as you lay your head on your pillow and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow you’ll figure out what you’re going to do for Natalya.

The next morning, Nat’s bruise has darkened and looks a little purple when she comes downstairs for breakfast. You watch as Wanda sets her coffee down and grabs the plate of food she’d made for Nat. The younger Maximoff yawns before she walks up to you and then Wanda for a hug. 

“Hi moms.”

When your daughter pulls back, you take a moment to look at her face and you can’t help but frown slightly. You gently brush her cheek before setting her off to get her breakfast. 

“How’s it feeling?”

She shrugs as she walks back around the counter to where her other mom is, and she has to resist the urge to grab her food and immediately start eating. She looks up at her redheaded mom because she’s certain she’d like to look at her eye as well. Natalya lets her mom fuss for a bit before she hugs her while taking her plate with a grateful smile. 

“I’m really fine, Moms. It’s just another reminder to pay attention.” 

Wanda frowns at this and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you watch your daughter sit down at the table. She’s already dressed for school and Wanda double checks to make sure Nat’s lunch is all set before joining the two of you at the table. You’re grateful for the cup of coffee Wanda brings you with a knowing smile, and you just shoot her one of your own before you turn to Natalya who’s practically scarfing down her breakfast. 

“Slow down, kiddo. You’re going to choke.” 

“You have plenty of time before we need to leave.” 

This comment from Wanda makes Little Nat pause and her fork stops halfway to her mouth as she realizes she’s caught. She tries to resume eating like nothing is amiss, but her parents had been watching her closely and it was impossible for them to miss her reaction. You raise an eyebrow at your daughter who’s failing to look nonchalant, and Wanda decides to broach the subject before you head out to work soon.

“What is it?” 

Natalya pauses as she considers how to tell her parents that she’d come home and immediately texted Taylor about coming up with a plan to get Stacy off her back. She had agreed to come to school a little early, but she didn’t want to tell her parents about this. She tries to come up with a believable lie on the spot. Something she’s never successfully done. 

“I just might need to go to school a little early.” 

The vague answer makes both of her moms frown, but Nat focuses on her breakfast and tries to buy herself time. 

“I forgot about a science project that I was supposed to work on with Taylor, but we’re meeting before school to do it.” 

Wanda immediately checks the time and sees that there is less than an hour before the first bell rings. She’s not sure how Nat thought this would work out, but she’s already worried for her. You’re a little more focused on the fact that Natalya hadn’t mentioned anything about this last night. You’d asked her twice once she was finished with her work if there was anything else that she had to do. You knew that your daughter could be forgetful, so you just try to ignore your nagging suspicion and try to believe that she’d simply forgotten. 

“When’s it due? Are you going to have enough time to work on it? What is the project about?” 

Natalya quickly finishes the rest of the breakfast before addressing her mom who was already stressing out. She shakes her head before realizing that she should have come up with a different lie, but it was a little late for that. She smiles at the duo before she shrugs and mentions that it’s not a big deal. 

“It’s due today, but at the end of the day. It’s just a presentation about an element from the periodic table. It’s a little dumb honestly. We just have to list different things that are made from silver.” 

This does sound a little pointless to you, but Wanda’s more focused on the fact that their daughter apparently completely forgot about an assignment. This hasn’t happened in a while because Wanda made a point of getting Natalya a planner that helps her keep track of all of her assignments. She takes it to school every day and she’s gotten in the habit of taking it out for each class and writing anything she’d need to do for it. 

It helped her organize her sometimes jumbled thoughts, and both you and Wanda started to notice that she was forgetting fewer things. 

“Have you started on it at all, milaya?” 

Wanda was a little anxious about this, but her daughter, just like you, smiles at her and insists that it was fine. She had it covered. 

“Yeah, it’s easy! A lot of things are made of silver. Jewelry, knives, swords, bullets…” 

Wanda’s frown deepens at the fact that Natalya basically just named all weapons for some reason, but you just shake your head as you set down your empty mug. You’ll need more coffee given your late night, but you’re going to take it to-go at this point. You stifle a yawn as you sit back in your chair and look to your daughter with a small smile. 

“Bullets aren’t made of silver, Little Nat. Unless you’re a vampire hunter.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at this comment and is about to make one of her own about your priorities, but Natalya beats her to it. You don’t seem particularly thrown by her question, but Wanda holds her breath as she waits to hear what your response is. She tries not to think about the dozens of guns in the basement that she needed to get to her brother asap. 

“How do you know that, Mom?” 

You realize your mistake fairly quickly but luckily you have an easy answer for this question that doesn’t include bringing up Wanda’s past. You had learned a lot about guns during your years with Wanda, but it had been a very long time since you touched one with the intent to shoot it. 

“When dogs are accidentally shot while hunting, they’re brought in for lead poisoning. Not silver.” 

Natalya stops short of petting Boone and thinks about this with a frown. She supposes it makes sense that her mom would see a couple of these cases at work. They live in the mountains, of course people are going to hunt. Her frown quickly turns to a smile as she scratches her panting dog’s head. He’d come up to check and see if she has any leftovers, but unfortunately for him she’d eaten everything. Nat’s distracted by Rogue coming around too, so she misses the quick exchange between her parents before Wanda decides to get things moving. If Natalya really needs to be at school early, she might as well get ready now. 

“Okay, Natalya. Go on and clean up so we can get ready to go.” 

Little Nat nods before she goes off to do as her mom says. She hugs her vet mom bye in case you leave before she comes back, and you wish her good luck on her project before watching her retreat to the kitchen. You turn your attention to the furry head nudging your leg before smiling at your wife. 

“What do you have planned for today, Wands?” 

Your wife has to think about this because she hadn’t really gotten any further than taking Natalya to school. She doesn’t have too many errands to run today. She just went to the store, but she supposes she could run by the pharmacy and the dispensary for both yours and her medications. She shrugs before finishing off her coffee with a smile as she thinks of one more thing she can do. 

“Just a couple of errands. Might stop by Piet’s to give him some boxes.” 

You immediately know what she’s talking about, and you smile as you steal a glance at the basement door that you made sure had a lock on it years ago. Although it was mostly an out of sight, out mind type deal, occasionally you or Wanda would think about the guns down there and worry about Nat finding them. Despite the fact that she used to have nightmares about the basement, Natalya wouldn’t avoid it forever, and you’d rather not have to explain what was in the heavy, locked boxes that certainly were covered in dust and spiders. 

You stand up to get more coffee and you grab Wanda’s cup as well with a questioning look. She smiles in thanks and you plant a quick kiss on her lips before going to see how Nat’s doing. She’s finishing up with her dish as you arrive, and you laugh as she hugs you one more time before running upstairs to get ready. Regardless of what they’d be doing, she’d promised Taylor she would be there in about 20 minutes, and she had to leave soon if she didn’t want to be late. 

“Bye Mom! See you tonight. I’ll be right back!” 

When you return to the table, Rogue is trying to climb in Wanda’s lap and Fletcher has jumped up on your chair. You shoot her a glare, but you don’t move her because you’re about to head to work anyway. Still you give her a hard time before you set Wanda’s cup in front of her with a sigh. 

“Fletcher, you’re the worst.” 

Wanda shoots you a look that you just smile at before you bend over to kiss her goodbye. You need to head to work soon, and you forgot that you’d agreed to have someone shadow your appointments today. You need to be slightly more prepared than usual, and this would require a little extra time this morning. Wanda catches your chin as you try to pull away and gives you one more kiss before smiling at you. 

“If you’re not too busy for lunch today, let me know?” 

You nod in agreement before you head upstairs to finish getting ready. You walk past Natalya’s room and she nearly barrels you over as she comes running out with her backpack slung over her shoulder. You cringe as she slams into you and the sound catches Wanda’s attention from where she’s petting Fletcher who’s still sitting in your spot. She sees you stumble slightly before you hold up your arms to steady your overly enthusiastic daughter. 

“Oh, sorry Mom!” 

You shake your head as you offer your daughter a stern look that is softened by your small smile. You take a deep breath and pushed away the soreness you feel before waving Little Nat downstairs and heading to your bedroom. 

“Slow down, kid. You’re going to hurt yourself.” 

Natalya just nods before hugging you quickly and hurrying down the stairs, only a little slower than what she’d originally intended. You just roll your eyes before retreating to your room, and Wanda stands up at the sight of her daughter ready to go. 

“Ready?”

Taylor arrives at school before Nat, and she heads to their meeting spot on the hill outside of school. It’s nice out and she can tell it’s going to be cooler than it was yesterday. She’s glad because she doesn’t want to sweat too much at practice when she’s barely able to bend over. She’d taken something when she’d gotten home from the game last night, and she’d iced the largest bruise on her side before going to bed. However, she woke up stiff and angry all over again at the fact that she’d been body slammed with zero consequence to the other player. 

She took another pain reliever and tried to forget about it as she got ready for school early this morning. She’d agreed to meet Natalya to talk about what she wanted to do regarding Stacy’s continued bullying. Taylor was ecstatic that her friend was going to do something about it, and it took a lot of self-control to not tell Luke and Alyssa too. She wonders what the other brunette had come up with. Or maybe this would be a brainstorming session. 

When it’s almost time for Nat to get here, Taylor decides to go wait for her at the car circle. She’s a little antsy and wants to get started on plotting Nat’s revenge. She finds herself pacing as she waits for her friend, and at the sound of a car pulling up she’s immediately turning to see who it is. 

“Taylor!” 

She smiles at the sound of her friend’s voice and she hurries to greet the brunette who’s practically out of the car before it’s stopped.

“Hey, Nat. Mrs. Maximoff. How are you?”

Nat resists the urge to roll her eyes as Taylor smiles at her mom. She grabs her backpack before closing the door behind her and getting out of the way so the two can chat. 

“Hi Taylor, I’m well, how are you? Ready for your presentation today?” 

Nat stiffens and Taylor looks a little confused before she turns to Nat for a split second. She realizes she’s missing something and she decides to try to cover this up as best as possible. She offers the older Maximoff an awkward smile before her gaze shifts back to Natalya. 

“Umm, I thought this was a paper?” 

Nat just sighs in defeat and she doesn’t have to turn around to see her mom’s suspicion. She instead groans under her breath and opts to take advantage of her friend’s comment. She shoots her mom a sheepish smile before grabbing Taylor’s arm and leading her away. 

“Clearly, we have a lot of work to do. See you later, Mama!”

Wanda is still frowning as she watches Nat lead her friend toward school. She notices that Taylor’s hunched over slightly so she can listen to whatever Nat’s saying, but Wanda definitely can’t hear it. She decides to just let it be and check in later. For now, she’s going back home to sit with her cat for a bit before figuring out what to do with her day. She’d like to get around to planting the few vegetables she’d bought for her garden. It was supposed to be a nice day, and given that she’d put this off for a bit, she had at least a dozen vegetables to plant. 

She thinks about what she’ll be able to harvest, if anything, on the way home. She yawns before getting out of the car to greet Rogue who as usual was waiting for her return. He wags his tail, and Wanda scratches his head before she steps into the house. She looks around at the kitchen and the living room, and she heads toward the couch when she sees Fletcher sitting on one of the pillows. She sits down beside her and pats her lap with a smile. Her cat gracefully makes her way over and plops down in her lap with a loud purr. Wanda pets her for a while and scratches Rogue where he sits at her feet. 

She grabs her phone and texts her brother while she’s still thinking about it. If she remembers correctly, he’s busy for most of the day, but she’s in no rush to get this done. She considers what she could do with the basement after it’s cleaned out. Their house already has everything they could want, and far more than they could need. What could they put downstairs in a dark room? 

This thought makes Wanda realize that she can change this if she wanted to. She shakes the thought away for the moment because she wants to get outside before it gets too hot. She decides to go upstairs and get changed and then take Rogue with her to the garden. She would let Fletcher go, but she’s sure to just run off and Wanda was too high anxiety to let her cat just wander the woods. 

When she’s dressed and ready to go, she opens the back door and waits for Rogue to follow her out before she heads toward the shed. The very large backyard that basically extended toward the woods was empty for a long time. You and Wanda just enjoyed the natural beauty of the place when you first moved here. You loved seeing how the grass stretched out to the trees, and you hadn’t wanted to change that. Five years ago, Wanda had brought up the idea of having a garden where she could grow flowers and food. You’d mostly been interested in the food and after Wanda had told you her plans to grow a bunch of vegetables, you’d been game. You and Steve had built the garden according to Wanda’s carefully laid plans, and over the years you’ve only had to make a few modifications. 

Wanda had grown a majority of the vegetables you ate, and the extras went to their friends. During late summer, she’d grow pumpkins that are ready for Halloween so Little Nat would have them for her pumpkin carving contest. First it was a thing between the family, but she’d since introduced the idea to her friends and given her creativity she usually won.

When Wanda arrives to the garden, she’s smiling as she opens the gate and lets Rogue amble through first. He’s been in here many times and he knows that there are only three rules. Don’t step on the plants, eat the plants or pee on them. One of the modifications you’d made includes a small area for Rogue to sit comfortably while still watching his mom closely. He loved spending time here with her, and despite the temptation of the food grown, he was well behaved. Although he couldn’t eat any of the plants, Wanda sometimes fed him some of the veggies, mostly carrots after she washed them. Boone was less interested in the view of the garden and more interested in the food, and after trying to eat one of the tomato plants, he wasn’t allowed in for long and without direct supervision. 

“What should we do first, bud? Plant or pick?” 

After receiving no answer from the shepherd, Wanda decides to plant the tomato plants she’d bought recently along with some flowers. She’s almost finished when she hears her phone beep from her pocket. She takes off her gloves and wipes her sweaty forehead with a sigh before she reaches for her phone. She’s surprised to see a text from her brother already, but she’s quick to text back when he suggests stopping by this afternoon to pick up the guns. Wanda sends him a smile and agrees to 3pm before she puts her phone up and checks on her dog. He’s napping beside some lettuce and Wanda can’t help but smile widely at him. 

She picks up her trowel before adjusting her hat with a frown. It’s predictably gotten sunnier, but it’s still pretty nice out so she decides to keep going. After the last plant is in place in the bed, she grabs one of the baskets and decides to start picking some of the ripe vegetables. 

“Rogue, are you ready for the fun part?” 

He stands up excitedly and pants as he follows her lead along the paths. This was his favorite part because he got to follow her to each bed and sniff the food that she picked. She grew things all year round, but honestly summer was her favorite season because of the food she grew. She knew you liked it too, and she fills an entire basket with kale and okra. She’s going to need to grab some more soon, but she stops to take a break when she gets another text message. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed and it’s nearly 11 when you text her. 

I’ll be free for lunch, if you’re still interested?

Wanda considers this carefully as she looks around her garden. She still has a lot to do, but she supposes it can wait until tomorrow. She’d rather have lunch with you, and if she can bring you something that she’s made from the garden that will just be a bonus. She starts to text you before she has to scold Rogue for pawing at the basket she left at her feet. He knows that anything on the plant is off-limits, but once it’s in the basket or on the ground, he thinks of it as fair game. 

“No, bud. You’ll get some later, okay?” 

He only whines and lays his head on the ground before Wanda turns back to her phone. She smiles as she types out a response before getting to her feet. She’ll go find another basket and finish up with the tomatoes and green beans before leaving the rest for later. 

I’ve been in the garden all morning, so I’ll bring lunch.

When you see this a little later you can’t help but be excited. You loved when your wife brought you lunch, but when it was something she made you knew it would be amazing. You text her back before returning to your last couple of appointments before lunch. You’re certain that your mind will be on food until your wife comes to visit, but luckily these last two appointments should be pretty straightforward. 

Thanks, Wands. I’m already excited. 

Once Wanda’s finished gathering the ingredients for lunch, she washes just what she’ll need before she puts it in the fridge for a few minutes as she jumps in the shower. She only does it so it will be out of Rogue’s reach, but she’d cut up a carrot for him and put it in his bowl, so hopefully that will keep him happy. She doesn’t wash her hair, but she makes sure to get rid of any dirt and sweat from her time outside before she gets ready to cook. 

Rogue sits outside of the kitchen watching her carefully as she prepares a salad and a few things to go with it. Wanda has to shoo Fletcher away a couple of times, and when she bats at a carrot on the counter, she has to banish her to the living room. It’s 12 when Wanda finishes up packing everything for lunch, and she checks her appearance in the mirror briefly before she kisses her pets goodbye. 

“I’ll be back soon, kids. Be good.” 

She supposes she could take Rogue, but he’d spent a lot of time out in the sun this morning, and she wanted him to relax. She also didn’t want you to have to leave him alone anywhere in the office because he undoubtedly would complain. He could always hang out with Boone but that required their supervision and maybe they could save that for next time. 

When lunchtime rolls around at school, Nat’s smiling as she meets Taylor, Luke, and Alyssa at their normal spot. She and Taylor had discussed their plan at length, and after getting everything set for phase one before the first bell Nat was near giddy in anticipation. Taylor had to remind her to tone it down or else she’d risk tipping someone off. The brunette knew her friend was a shit liar and would probably spill everything. She loved her for her inability to keep a straight face, but it would not help in this situation. She’d done a lot of things like this, which is why she had the necessary supplies in her locker already, and Taylor was used to just watching and waiting. 

“You know, this is the first time that you’ve done something like this, isn’t it?” 

Taylor was mostly musing to herself, but when she thinks about it a little more she can’t help but smile. Her friend has always been one to abide by the rules which is something she respected, but didn’t concern herself with nearly as much. She got in trouble more, but it was never for serious things. The worst had been when she’d been accused of fighting. Both of her moms had shown up, as well as the parents of the boy she’s smacked and they’d all had it out before it was decided that she acted in self-defense. Either way, Natalya had only ever gotten in trouble for forgetting an assignment, but nothing that was really noteworthy. If everything went according to plan, she also wouldn’t get in trouble for this, but they’d just have to see. 

Surprisingly, Natalya just smiles widely before nodding in agreement. She was a little terrified, but also, she feels eager to see how this all plays out. It’s only the first step of several, but with her friends’ support and her newfound albeit tenuous confidence, she was going to get Stacy to leave her alone. 

“It is! It might sound dumb, but I am really looking forward to this.” 

The trio all shake their heads at the thought. They’re still a little surprised by how long Nat’s gone without putting her foot down or seeking help. They felt guilty for not stepping in earlier, or convincing her to do something, but they were making up for that now. They would have the brunette’s back, and they were also looking forward to what happened next. 

Luke’s smiling the widest because he’s imagining how Stacy will react to what Taylor and Nat had done. She was always a bit of a drama queen, and he knew that he was going to flee and encourage Nat to do the same if it came down to it. 

Alyssa had been against the idea because it seemed like they were asking for trouble. She knew that Nat was against going to anyone for help, but this was just going to cause a confrontation that she probably wasn’t ready for. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t involve her parents, but if she was particularly unlucky, she’d have Stacy’s there too. Still, she decided to keep her objections to herself because she really hadn’t seen Nat like this in a while. At the risk of losing their sleepover privileges this weekend, she was going through with this. 

“When do you think she’ll go to her locker?” 

It was almost as if Alyssa had summoned her by asking this, and the group sees an irate Stacy burst through the cafeteria doors at the bottom of the hill. They can hear the faint sound of muffled laughter as the door closes behind her and she immediately searches for them. Nat has to stifle her laughter at the sight of the blonde’s face. Her anger was less amusing than the fact that she was covered in silver and gold glitter. 

She and Taylor had gone back and forth with the idea of a while before she’d decided to go for it. She hated glitter because it never went away, and she refused to open gifts that were wrapped in glitter paper if she didn’t get gloves. You found it ridiculous, but Wanda seemed to understand and avoided the decoration like the plague. She mostly realized how much of a pain it was to get out of the carpet, and she didn’t want to worry about it. The one year that Fletcher had been covered in it made her reluctant to cuddle with her until she got a bath which neither of them enjoyed. 

“You little shit!” 

Nat was already standing up to avoid getting any glitter on her, and her friends followed suit as the brunette started to back away. 

“Hey, Stace, I love what you did with the…” 

She gestures vaguely to the blonde’s face, but she continues to back away from the glitter that she did not want to get on her. She watches her friends back up as Stacy comes storming up the stairs leaving glitter in her wake. She starts to run at Nat and the brunette quickly turns tail and runs. She has a destination in mind and she hopes that she makes it there scot-free. 

“Get back here, bitch!” 

Wanda arrives to your work a little after noon with a bag of food to find you waiting at the front desk. You are talking with one of the receptionists, but as soon as you see her you trail off with a smile. You move forward to greet her with a kiss on the cheek before you look toward the bag curiously. 

“Hey, Wands. Glad you could make it.” 

Wanda just rolls her eyes before she’s kissing your cheek and grabbing your hand. She’s reaching out to hand you the bag so she can fix your hair that’s a little all over the place. She doesn’t have time to ask before you put an arm around her waist and lead her back toward your office. Wanda smiles as you attempt to explain your appearance, but she honestly doesn’t mind. She feels like she looks a little rough too.

“Follow me, my love. Yeah, sorry, I had a puppy in my hair earlier.” 

Wanda doesn’t even have time to ask as she follows you up the stairs and past a few assistants that she just offers a smile. She visits a couple times a month probably. She is free to do it more often, but she doesn’t want to get in the way or disturb you while you work. She knows it’s important for you to have your time at work without her, and she wants you to have that. That said, sometimes when days are hard or you’re freer than usual, you’ll ask her to lunch like you did today. 

“That’s adorable. You’ve had a good day so far?” 

You hold the door to your office open for your wife before following her in with a nod. You shut the door behind you and quickly clear a spot on your desk for the bag of food that Wanda brought. You resist the urge to dig in immediately as you explain how most of your day had been very good so far. You were glad that Wanda was visiting too, and you move over to the small couch along the wall that you’d bought after Wanda mentioned that having a place to sit together would be nice. The first couple of times, Wanda had just sat in your lap or you’d borrowed a chair, but this was so much better. You hold your arms out for your wife and she obediently grabs the bag and sets in at the end of the couch before sitting beside you. 

“It’s been great. Nobody’s been sick yet which is nice. What about you? Did Rogue behave while you worked?”

Wanda smiles at this as she nods and curls up beside you with a sigh. She’s glad to take the time to relax after being on her knees in the dirt for so long, and she stretches out before offering you a response. She doesn’t notice that you’re just smiling at her as she thinks about her dog that she left at home. 

“He was very good. Only tried to eat out of my basket a couple of times.” 

You laugh at this and the image of Rogue scrounging for food in the garden. Boone was banned from it for a while since he dug up nearly a whole row of carrots. You sit up when Wanda reaches for the bag she brought because she knows you’re hungry. You probably have been for most of the day. She takes out the first container that has your lunch and then a smaller one that contained dressing. You smile and accept it with a kiss and a thank you as you take a peek at what’s inside. 

“Wow, this looks so good. Thank you.”

Wanda just nods as she takes out her own lunch which is basically the same as yours, but with chicken instead of salmon. You open the container and have to hold back a moan at how good the salad looked. You loved that your wife enjoyed growing food. It was your favorite thing, and you swore if you had the time and patience for it, you’d join her. 

“Of course, detka.” 

You two eat in silence for a minute and you hum happily as you spear another green bean through a leaf of kale. The excited noise you release as you realize you’ve snagged a tomato too makes Wanda smile widely at you. You’re so adorable she can’t stand it sometimes. 

“So is everything else looking good?” 

Wanda smiles at your predictable question, and she tells you about how the other vegetables are growing. You didn’t help much in the garden, that was Wanda’s thing, but sometimes when it was time to change crops you would pick up seeds or dirt for her. One time when the fence had been destroyed by something looking for easy food, you’d had to rebuild it, but beyond this you mostly just benefited from Wanda’s hard work. 

“It’s all looking great. We’re going to make Nat a fan of cauliflower in no time.” 

You laugh at this because despite your daughter liking a lot of different foods, this is the one vegetable that she couldn’t stand. She could tell if it was in a dish even in the smallest amounts and she wouldn’t eat it. It was almost a game to you sometimes. You were trying to get her to like one of your favorite vegetables by exposing her to it more, but so far, you’ve failed. 

You’re still eating and plotting how to make this happen when Wanda’s mind wanders to the only other thing she had to do today. She’ll go home and finish in the garden before organizing the boxes in the basement to help Pietro out. She doesn’t worry about that now though because she wants to run something by you. 

“How’s the rest of your day look, doc?” 

You smile before shrugging and only glancing at your computer for a second.  Your afternoon will be a little busier than this morning, but that’s fine you’ll be ready now that you’re well-fed and motivated by the fun appointment you get to see at the end of the day. You tell Wanda this and she smiles before setting her mostly finished lunch aside for a minute. She wants to ask your opinion on something, and she waits until you’re in between bites. 

“What about you, Wands? Any plans?” 

This is the perfect opening and Wanda nods before telling you her plan to have Pietro come over and remove hopefully all of the guns that they had down in the basement. You’re happy to hear this and you wonder what Pietro’s going to do with them. You and your friends didn’t go into details about how they were going to leave their mob lives behind. The general consensus though was that they would lay low and not walk around armed anymore once the dust settled and they seemed to be in the clear. You and Wanda had packed all of your guns away and you are pretty sure Steve and Bucky did too, but you couldn’t but sure about Nat and Yelena. That said, you and Wanda were the only ones who really had to hide your guns from anyone, namely Nat. Although she sometimes visited her relatives, she never stayed long enough to find any of the guns they might have lying around. 

Wanda would make sure that these stayed locked up or at least out of reach of her daughter if she ever visited Pietro in the future. 

“Now that it’s cleared out, I was thinking about doing something with it.” 

This catches your attention, and after you finish chewing you shoot your wife a curious look that she only sees out of the corner of her eye as she looks down at her hands. 

“What were you thinking?” 

Wanda hadn’t really come up with anything yet. She thought that it could be a work out room, or a movie room, although that’s what the den was for, so she wanted to ask you if you had an opinion. Maybe it could be a game room, or another bedroom. 

Wanda shrugs as she mentions her plans, or rather lack of plans, and you just nod before trying to think of something that could be done. The house had anything that any of you could need, and you’re not sure what would be worth doing. 

“If the dogs handled stairs better, I’d suggest giving them a floor of their own. Confine the dog hair to one place.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes at this because even if the dogs were younger and spryer, you would never try to keep them tucked away downstairs. Sure you would consider giving them extra space, but you wouldn’t want the door closed so they could come and go as they pleased. Still, Wanda imagines what this room would look like and she’s sure you would like it as much as the dogs. 

“Maybe 5 years ago. We could have built them a pool.” 

You freeze with your fork halfway to your mouth and Wanda frowns as she considers what she just said. You’re smiling by the time she looks at you and she can’t help but return it as she quickly wonders what all of this would involve. 

“A pool?”

“A pool.”

Natalya curses as she turns down the hallway back toward the main office where the principal spent most of her time. She hadn’t been to the office except maybe once in her first year here, and she hopes it’s still in the same place. She doesn’t have time to think much about it before she hears Stacy at the end of the hall accompanied by her friends’ voices. Natalya barely waits after she knocks on the principal’s door before she’s opening it and apologizing. Her heart is thundering inside her chest from the run here and her nerves now that she’s arrived at her destination. 

“Sorry, Ms. Lewis! I just had to tell you before she--.” 

Natalya’s cut off and she mutters a curse in Sokovian under her breath as she’s tackled from behind. She puts her hands out to stop herself from falling on her face, but she still feels the carpet rub uncomfortably on her cheek as Stacy pins her down.

“You’re dead, Maximoff!” 

“Ms. Jenkins!” 

As Nat continues to struggle beneath the blonde, she hears new voices and she’s lifted off the ground slightly as someone tries to get Stacy off her. Nat’s trying not to think about the glitter that she sees falling on the carpet and her clothes. She squeezes her eyes shut as she waits to be freed from underneath the irate teen. She could get her off if she really wanted to, but she was trying to appear like the passive party, and it only took a few seconds for Luke and Taylor to yank Stacy off. 

“Get off of me!”

“Chill, Stace. You’re getting glitter everywhere!”

Luke backed away from the copious amounts of glitter flying everywhere, and he’s almost out the door when their principal speaks up again. She’s a little bewildered by the sight in front of her. She wouldn’t have expected to have the daughter of the PTA president and quite possibly the quietest student in school in her office together, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. 

“Everyone sit down now! Explain to me what’s going on, please.” 

Wanda’s back at home and in her garden again when her brother arrives. She’d taken Rogue back outside and with her sunhat, and his umbrella, they both got to work. Well, she did most of the work, but Rogue supervised her and sniffed every basket she laid nearby him. 

The sound of a car coming up the road catches the shepherd’s attention, and Wanda hears the sound of a car door slamming. Rogue starts to get up to investigate, but Wanda shakes her head before telling him to stay put. She texts her brother that she’s in the garden, and less than a minute later, the older Maximoff is appearing from over the fence. 

“Hey there, sestra. Looking good.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes but says nothing as Rogue stands up as soon as Pietro walks through the gate. He sniffs him before huffing and turning back to his mom who had three baskets full of vegetables that she’s picked. 

“I didn’t realize how late it was. I just have to finish this section, and then I can help you.” 

Pietro shakes his head as she watches his sister cuts a few stalks of asparagus before tossing them in a basket. He’s always found his sister’s interest in gardening fascinating. He was mostly interested in the food, but he knew that his sister had it down to a science after all these years. He walks over to where one of the baskets is and glances at Rogue before he starts to pick it up. 

“It’s fine. I can take these in and then meet you there?” 

Wanda just nods before she finishes up and wipes her gloved hands on her already dirty pants. She’d changed again after getting back from lunch with you, and she would need another shower before she made dinner tonight. She watches Rogue follow her brother who’d grabbed two baskets before she collects her tools and goes to put them in the shed. She walks back into the garden as her brother’s returning and she hands him a basket before grabbing the last one and shutting the gate behind her. 

“Thanks for coming by, Piet. This is definitely overdue.” 

Pietro smiles at his sister’s visible relief at getting all, or at least most, of the guns out of her house. They’ve been in the basement for years and he knew that this was an important thing that kept his sister from being comfortable with guests. Sure there were other reasons, but the two dozen guns definitely stressed her out and would require an explanation if anyone stumbled upon them. 

“Of course. I hope you know they’re just going in my basement.” 

Wanda laughs at this as she follows him into the house. She takes off her shoes and shakes her head at the idea of them being so similar. She’s seen his basement and it’s more of a man cave, but there’s a huge vault down there as well behind the water heater that holds his guns and other illegal, valuable things. Wanda sets her hat down on a nearby table before she runs a hand through her hair and heads for the stairs. 

“I’m going to get the key. I’ll be right back. I made some chicken earlier if you want some. It’s in the fridge.” 

Pietro barely waits until his sister’s finished speaking before he’s searching for the leftovers from lunch. He’d eaten already, but he can always eat more and he’s on his second piece by the time Wanda reappears with some keys on a chain. In addition to the basement key, she has keys to several cars that she’s kept but not used often, in the safe. She knows she’ll probably have to part with them at some point because she pays more for the maintenance than she should, but she can’t help but be a little nostalgic.

“It’s six boxes, right?” 

Wanda nods as she unlocks the door and flips on the light with a sigh. She hasn’t been in here in a while so she’s not surprised by how dusty it is and she hides a grimace before she starts to walk down the stairs. 

“Yeah, did you bring the truck?” 

Pietro nods even though she can’t see it but she figures that he wouldn’t bring his sportscar to move all this. She was a little surprised when he’d arrived at her house one day with a giant pickup. She had wanted to give him grief about it, but apparently, he’d gotten it to go camping with Natalya. They’d done it a couple of times and it was always a struggle to pack everything that Pietro wanted including a list of nearly 40 items. Natalya had been so young she could barely get in the truck without help and Wanda couldn’t help but imagine her daughter just disappearing under it. 

One time you’d gone with them and brought the dogs and it was apparently a lot of fun. This is what Natalya claimed anyway, but you and Pietro were less vocal about your opinions to the point that Wanda had to ask you later what had happened.

Apparently the two of you had been surprised by a bear the last night and your two dogs had chased after it leaving you to chase after them. You haven’t gone camping since, but Pietro tried to take Little Nat out a couple times a year. 

“It’s filthy down here, Wanda.” 

Wanda just nods in agreement because she’s sure there are plenty of things living down here that she doesn’t want to know anything about. She knows she’s going to have to deal with it if she really wants to build a pool down here, but that’s a task for another day. 

“I’d be surprised if it wasn’t, Piet. Let’s get these upstairs.” 

It only takes a few minutes with the two of them working together before the boxes are stacked in the foyer ready to be taken outside. Wanda wanted to clean them off first, but Pietro argued that there was really no point. They were just going to another dusty house and she eventually acquiesced when she heard her phone ring as she stepped out of the house with their third box. 

“Shit, I should get that sorry.” 

Pietro sighed dramatically, but he lifted it just fine on his own and headed to the truck while Wanda went back inside. It stopped ringing as soon as she got there, but she only got to see the number of the caller before they were calling again. 

It was Natalya’s school. 

Wanda didn’t hesitate to answer and she completely ignored her brother as she listened to the woman on the other end of the line. Her jaw continues to drop with each thing this woman, her daughter’s principal says and she’s already looking for her keys when she’s told what is needed of her. 

“Mrs. Maximoff, if you and your wife could come at dismissal for a meeting, I’m hoping we can resolve this issue.” 

Wanda’s so stunned by what Natalya apparently did today at school that she can’t answer immediately. It’s not until she sees her brother shooting her a confused look that she gathers her wits and nods in understanding. 

“Of course. We’ll – I’ll call her and we’ll both try to be there.” 

Wanda honestly doesn’t hear the woman say anything in response before she just stares at her phone after the call’s ended. What the hell was going on?

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Theo Engler x Fem!Reader

summary: YN and Theo were always close, and everyone thought someday they might end up together—until they got new neighbors. Only after the incident does Theo realize what he always had right in front of his eyes.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mentions of head trauma and a leg injury, mentions of a hospital environment, two idiots in love, Matthew being the wingman Theo needs, quick mention of past unhealthy relationships (really, super short), sarcasm, fluff

author’s note: I’ve been rewatching season 3 and rediscovered my love for Theo. I really tried not to describe the reader’s looks—except for her clothes—to make this one as inclusive as possible and appropriate for all female readers. If I did at some point describe the reader’s skin or eyes or hair etc., through explicit colors or forms instead of something metaphorical, please let me know, and I will correct it (because, in that case, it must’ve slipped my eyes while proofreading) :3

***

He woke through the massive pounding in his head, making him groan and gasp for air at the stinging and unpleasant as hell feeling. “Fuck,” was Theo’s first word while he blinked into the sunlight falling through the window into the sterile-white room. He could hear people outside the half-opened door while his eyes wandered over the room—a hospital room—and stopped at the sight of a beautiful bouquet consisting of periwinkles, lavender, small hydrangeas, and delphiniums.

He knew these flowers by heart because…

Blinking to stop the sudden tears from falling, Theo slowly sat up and stretched his hand out to touch the delicate petals with their enticing scents, reminding him of her. She had always smelled like the walking and living personification of spring, always bringing him comfort if he needed it, but mostly reminded him that good things, and good people, still existed in this world even though he sometimes doubted it.

“She always brought a new one as soon as the first flowers started to wilt.”

Matthew’s voice almost sent Theo into cardiac arrest, pushing him to pull his hand back as if he was caught doing something illegal—or filthy. But one look at the man he had always considered a father figure told him that quite the opposite was the case, and he took a deep breath. “She… she was here?” The thought alone of her sitting on the uncomfortable-looking chair, standing right next to the white bed, watching over him with those worried lines between her eyebrows he always had wanted to erase, was too good to be true.

Especially considering how he had treated her in the past couple of months—or, better, how he had ignored her existence entirely.

His dad settled down onto the chair he knew she would’ve hated but still wouldn’t mind ruining her back on, a cup of coffee in his hands, holding onto it for dear life. He stared, didn’t let his eyes wander from his face, as if he was scared he wouldn’t be awake when he looked again. “I had to force her to go home. Every day. That girl would have stayed here and given a flying fuck on sleep if it meant she could keep watching over you. Most stubborn person I ever met.” Matthew shook his head in mild wonder before taking his son in again. “You treated her badly, Theo.” And Theo could hear the screaming loud reproach in those softly spoken words and knew where it came from. He knew how much his dad had liked the girl he one day had brought home and had continued to do so ever since. She had been practically a part of their family.

A deep sigh left the young man as he nodded slowly and carefully, his head still a throbbing pain in his ass, to which now his leg and knee joined to form one big party of pain. But he deserved this more than anything else. “Did she say anything?” He needed, no, had to know if there still was a chance for him and his salvation, only grantable by her.

Matthew shrugged. “Not much. Not to me, at least. I think she talked to you quite a lot. Well, it was more of a rambling nature, but I think she told you about everything you missed out on after you decided to shout at her and call her a jealous bitch and all that fun stuff I overheard that night. And yes, I have to remind you of it to get one thing in your head.” Theo swallowed thickly, his stomach turning and twisting as the pictures of that night invaded his mind again. It made him feel sick to think of her tears again. “You treated her like shit, and still, she came all the way back here after hearing what happened to you. She came back, and only force could part her from this room. So, either she lost her mind and memories of you being a total dick, or she still loves you.”

All the oxygen got pressed out of his lungs at those last words. Theo could feel how his mouth partly hung open, felt how his mind had trouble keeping up with these thoughts.

She… loved him?

She was supposed to love him?

“I think you misinterpreted some stuff,” Theo finally muttered after minutes of stretching silence, his heart pounding in his chest. He was glad that he wasn’t hooked onto the heart monitor standing left to his bed. That thing would freak out and would call every nurse and doctor on this floor into his room. With another sigh, he rubbed over his mouth and jaw and shook his head in denial. “She doesn’t love me. Never had. Never will. We were only… friends.” Though he finally could admit that deep in his mind and deep in his heart, he had always felt… more, since the very start, probably since their first encounter at Stanford when she ran into him and spilled her steaming chai latte all over his hoodie. The memory made a smile tuck at his lips. And now, remembering her radiant smile after he had assured her that the hoodie already had been on the Throw this old shit in the garbage list, his heart started to ache because fuck, he missed her.

Matthew watched him quietly, a pleased expression settling on his tired face, mixed in with the relief of seeing his son awake. He knew he should call or at least text her to let her know that Theo was alright, but he also knew that she had her exams and decided to keep silent for a bit longer—for both their sakes. First, he had to make sure that his blind idiot of a son finally realized what he had right in front of his eyes all this time. And Matthew thought that he had made some progress. “I know you, Theo. I might not be the number one dad with all the Best Dad trophies and cups lining up on the shelves, but I still know you. I have eyes and some experience with being an idiot in love myself. I know what I saw, and that wasn’t mere friendship.” He patted Theo’s shoulder and finally pressed the call button to let the doctor know that his son was finally awake, letting him think in peace.

***

Being back in Madre Linda was connected with that strange feeling of loneliness. YN couldn’t quite describe how it felt and only knew that it was all-consuming and ever-present. She had never been at home in this weird suburban dream, never really particularly fitted into this strange, split-off part of reality. The death of her parents and only living relatives right at the beginning of her first month at Stanford wasn’t really helpful with that, either. Only T—…

No.

Shaking her head violently, the young woman forbade herself to go down that road again. It was bad enough how much time she had spent in that damned hospital, watching over him like she had some weird claim or right to do so, to act like a worried girlfriend because, obviously, she wasn’t even a friend anymore. It was even worse how much she craved to go back, to just jump into the car and drive back there, to tell his unconscious mind all the things she couldn’t tell him in the past months because of what had happened. She couldn’t even be mad at the woman who ruined her only real and good relationship with a man because that poor woman was dead.

And one wasn’t supposed to speak ill of the dead.

Sighing, YN pulled on the long sleeves of the flowy blouse with the many flower-formed embroideries—a bad habit she couldn’t let go of—before she stretched her arm and got a hold of the book on the top shelf in the library. Carefully, she put it atop the other one already resting in the crook of her left arm, and while her fingers gently stroked over the hardcover, her eyes wandered over the rows next to her, scanning for another one of her favorites. Finding it, she grabbed it and went over to the desk, smiling at the familiar sight of the blind librarian.

“Hey, Dante,” she greeted him in a library-appropriate voice—not too loud, but not a whisper either—and put the three books onto the counter. “So, it’s true. Our very own YN is back in town.” Her smile widened at that, and gently pressed his fingers in return after he had found her hand. “Yeah, well. You know what they say: You’ll always get dragged back.”

She wasn’t sure if she was a fan of that habit.

Dante nodded with a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes staring into the black void that was his constant companion. “I’m happy you’re back for as long as you want,” the man smiled and pressed her fingers a second time before moving to the books. “And what do we have here… Wuthering Heights, Rebecca, and Pride and Prejudice.” YN chuckled softly at his raised brows. “You know me, Dante. I’m nothing but a creature of habit.” That’s probably also why she couldn’t keep her distance from the boy who had insulted her in more than just one way.

Recreating our past unhealthy habits and relationships, aren’t we?

The voice in her head had much to say these past couple of weeks, and it was a miracle to get her to shut up. She should be named the hero of the nation on those rare days.

“And that’s why I like you, YNN. Okay, okay, and because you probably saved my marriage multiple times by looking after the kids when we needed a night out.” They both grinned to themselves as Dante checked out her books and put the receipt with the return date into the first book. “Speaking of my dear husband. We would love it if you’d come by for dinner while you’re here.” YN gently squeezed his wrist and nodded even though he couldn’t see it. “’Think I can do that. But only when I’m allowed to finally meet the new addition to your family.” The surprise on his face was priceless. “Nothing stays a secret long in this town, D,” she giggled and put her books back into the crook of her arm, pressing her priced possessions against her chest. “I’ll come around on Friday. See you, favorite librarian!”

And with that, she left the library, her favorite place in this vestibule of hell itself, and walked out into the sunlight streaming down through the lush green leaves of the trees around her. Taking a deep breath and inhaling the scents of blossoming flowers and watered grass, YN got a tighter hold on her books while pulling out the phone from the back pocket of her jeans and started scrolling through the text messages and mails she had received in the past two hours since leaving the house and spending them in her little corner of happiness. But her attention got stolen away on her way to the car by a voice so familiar it hurt somewhere deep down inside of her hearing it again.

“My love, my heart, my everything,

I know I've made mistakes, and caused you pain,

But please believe me when I say,

I never meant to hurt you in any way.”

YN stopped dead in her tracks at the first sound of his words and slowly turned to a waiting car with a living Theo Engler next to it on crutches, whose eyes were fixated on her.

“I was foolish and blind, and couldn't see,

The love and happiness you gave to me,

But now I see it all so clearly,

And I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused dearly.

I know it won't be easy to forgive,

The wounds I've left, the scars that live,

But I promise you, with all my heart,

I'll never let us drift apart.”

Her lips parted in utter surprise because she knew poems weren’t his thing, especially not writing them himself. And her brain didn’t catch up to the meaning behind his words, not understanding why he would say these things to her of all people. But she couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t even move from her spot.

“I'll make it up to you, in every way,

I'll show you love, each and every day,

I'll be there for you, through thick and thin,

And make sure our love will never dim.

So please my love, give me a chance,

To show you how much I truly romance,

I'm sorry for messing things up,

And I promise, I'll never give up.”

He stood awkwardly there as the last syllable left his mouth, and YN could sense how uncomfortable it made him that people had stopped and had started to watch like idiots. She felt it herself, the burning feeling of staring eyes in her sides and back, but instead of running away, she slowly walked over to him while Theo started to hobble over to her. They met a few feet down the way of the library and stared one another in the eye, observing each other closely after not sharing a room or close proximity—with both participants fully conscious—in weeks.

She could smell his cologne or aftershave—YN still wasn’t sure what it was—and instinctively leaned in closer, her fingers gripping tighter onto the books in her arm. Theo had bent his head to her, his eyes taking her in and an unsure smile playing around his mouth.

“What-what was this?”

Finally, she had dared to ask, her voice more a whisper than a demanding tone how she had initially intended to sound because, after all, she still was hurt. She couldn’t make this easy on him, but fucking hell, she knew she would cave. Her foolish heart always made her do it at some point.

YN watched as he bit his bottom lip before taking a breath. “I treated you like shit, YNN,” Theo started, and she just had to cock a brow in mocking sarcasm. “You don’t say.” A weak smile appeared on his lips, and a soft chuckle left his throat, which let a shiver run down her entire spine. “I deserve that, yup.” Keeping her mouth shut for the moment, the woman allowed him to continue. “My dad told me that you… well, that you visited me while I was knocked out, even though I treated you like shit before. And he said things that made me think.”—”Oh, now you can use that brain up there? Is it working again? Took you long enough, idiot.” Nope, she couldn’t shut her mouth indefinitely, so much was obvious, but Theo didn’t seem to mind. Instead, that weak smile formed into a soft grin. “Will you let me get to the point before you insult me further, which I totally deserve, and you have every right to do so? I will happily accept every insult thrown my way if it means I can keep you close.”

With a pleased nod, YN moved her hand in a proceeding motion. “You may continue.” And Theo did. “I finally realized what an ass I’ve been and how blind I was. Or… I don’t know, maybe I was in denial because you’re this stunning girl who happened to run into me, and maybe I thought, why should someone like her like me more than a best buddy, so I kept telling myself that it’s stupid to even think about it, and then I got sidetracked with you-know-who, and now that I know what I’ve been feeling all this time, I had to—”

Instead of letting him continue his rambling confession, YN put her free hand into his neck and pulled his face to her, pressing their lips together to shut him up. She could feel how he stopped breathing for a few moments, just like she did at the electrifying taste of his lips on hers before a clattering sound almost made her break the kiss, but his arm, gently wrapping around her waist, was enough to let her keep going for the moment.

“Theo.” It was only a whisper against his lips, into the kiss, her mind still not believing that this was really happening. She had been head over heels for this boy since their unlucky, and probably unpleasant for him, encounter in front of her favorite coffee shop on campus, immediately falling for his dimpled smile and fun way. He had made her feel… light as a cloud and happy as a sunflower in radiant sunlight. Since then, so much had happened, so much time had passed, and YN had made sure that her feelings would be hidden in a box underneath her metaphorical bed, only tended to when she was alone, but mostly ignored. At least she had tried her best.

And this hiding game should now be over? It was a mind-blowing thought, really.

His soft lips pulled her out of her head and back to him, standing in the sunlight and kissing as she had always dreamed about. YN almost whimpered as Theo broke the kiss but was appeased by the soft peck on her lips. “Please tell me that you didn’t just kiss me to shut my embarrassing and annoying mouth,” he begged, mumbling, while their foreheads rested against one another, and suddenly, their eyes locked. Slowly, she shook her head and saw relief flooding his pretty eyes. “I wanted to kiss you since the Chai Latte incident because you, Theo Engler, are an adorable idiot with tendencies to being funny, and frankly, you’re hot.” A wide grin formed on both their faces at YN’s confession. “Those lyrical abilities are improve-worthy, though,” she added and laughed loudly as his fingers started to tickle her side. “Excuse me?! That was almost Shakespearean! As if the man himself got a hold of my soul and let me express these words. You clearly are out of your mind, m’lady.”

Eye rolling, YN giggled before turning serious again. “Even though I kissed you, it doesn’t mean I’m not mad anymore. Because I am. Because fuck. You really hurt me, Theo.” He watched her with worried eyes as those adorable lines appeared between her brows again, and he couldn’t hold back his thumb as it started to gently caress them away. She watched him as well and tried to relax her forehead underneath his tender touch. “I know, YNN. But I will try to make this right. Just, please, give me a chance. I would go down on both knees to beg properly, but that’s not possible, so we have to be satisfied with this. So, I beg for your forgiveness and for another chance because I am deeply and entirely sorry for being such a douchebag.”—”And ass,” YN added, and Theo nodded. “And an ass.”

Humming as if she was deep in thought, the woman cocked her head from one side to the other, almost turning Theo into a puddle of anxiety. “How about this: You could invite me to a chai latte when your leg is better, and we could have a proper first date?” And now, he almost was a puddle of relief. “Yes. Yes! Definitely! Absolutely. Yeah.” YN grinned at that and gently cupped his cheek to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I still will kiss you from time to time until then,” she promised with a shy, small smile and let him press a soft kiss to her lips before she quickly bent down to get the dropped crutch back under his arm. Theo mumbled a Thank you and felt his heart beat even faster than this entire time at the tender act of support and heard the blood rush in his ears as she accompanied him to the car with her hand softly resting on his back and her steps just as slow as he was.

At the car, she only then realized that Matthew was there and probably had watched them the entire time. He still smiled in her direction and waved through the open window on the passenger’s side. “Hey, YNN. Good to see you again.” She waved back, more awkwardly than ever before, and attempted a smile with less embarrassment than she felt. “Hey, Mr. Engler,” was her only response as she opened the door for Theo, and he smiled at her after he finally sat in the seat. “I’ll call you, flower,” he promised with a wider smile as she bent over to press a kiss to his cheek. “You better, or I will throw eggs at your window. No offense, Mr. Engler.” The man only shook his head with a grin before turning the engine on.  “You don’t even have a good throwing arm and aim, pretty.” The gentle hit against the back of his head made him chuckle under his breath before taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I won’t disappear again, ‘promise.”

And with that, they said their Goodbye’s, and YN watched them drive off before walking over to her own car and getting in. But before she could even turn on the engine, her phone started to ring, and after a quick look at the showing picture on her screen, she accepted the call with a laugh.

“I told you I call, pretty flower.”

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First time writing for Theo, so be gentle with me! I really hope you liked this one :3 As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

[imagine-silk]

Hello! I hope you're well. May I please request fo4 companions with a platonic headcanons of Hancock, Curie, Nick and piper with an older fem teen (16-18) reader who has really long hair and needs to brush it often and sometimes needs help to brush it?

Thank you in advance. Have a good day/night!

Hancock loves brushing your hair, so much so he'll ask if you want help if he sees you scratch your head. He likes to make little braids everywhere. His hands are used to dexterous work so you're in good hands. It's very much like an older brother pampering his little sister. He expects you to tell him about things and you tell him freely.

Curie will help you maintain it but she will also encourage you to cut it. It's a practical choice and she'll take you to Diamond City herself. But if you start crying she'll hastily take it back. You'll have to teach her how to brush it because if you don' t she goes top to bottom and pulls. After though it's very pleasant, especially because she'll look into how to keep it health so get ready for monthly washes, full stops.

Nick helped his wife, Jenny, with her hair so he will help you fondly. He'll brush it while you're in a safe area so most of the time it'll make you sleepy. Sitting in a chair, warm and safe while someone brushes your hair would make anyone doze off.

Piper keeps her and Nat's hair short for convenience but she never thought to tell you to, half of it was because she didn't think to. When the idea is brought to her attention she says it's not her choice and doesn't bring it up to you. Nat calls you Rapunzel and tells you a butchered version of the story, it is 200 years into the apocalypse so stories are not very preserved.

I had a lot of fun with this one and lived vicariously for a moment so thank you anon, made my day a bit brighter.

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😎 Ok so you’re right but about me not hibernating but it is your fault dirtyvulture ( I have ADHD so I have hyper fixations and your so good I am hyper fixated on your AUs ) because you keep me constantly thinking and heading canoning and having to post it . I have tried to hibernate but nooo your too amazing ( in all seriousness I have tried to spaced things out so I didn’t annoy people but I do feel loved that you say that I am always welcome) and now asking me to keep the carnivores feed 😤🙄. So now here I with my last head canon I can formulate until I have more content ( I will reserve my smutty head canon and the sergeant Romanoff angst until I have more information. Or at least until people or vulture begs for them) . This is some reasons for the cuteness in some of Wolverine R actions . In Canon when Wolverine manifested their abilities and killed Thomas Logan after he broke in, killed their father and was trying to take their mother it was with uncharacteristic fury and brutality.

Originally R ( YN could be her birth name or one she takes up later in life ) had a higher more feminine sounding voice and really long thick hair, as opposed to the gruffer lower pitched voice and short tufty hair that she has now. R was a very happy and playful girl who loved to laugh and sing , a girl who had a frail and sickly disposition ( she was known as little bird or little songbird) but was very gentle with a protectiveness in her to the ones she loves. R’s canon event happens and that is when her beastly feral side starts, R also starts to drink and smoke a bit ( not nearly as much now only here and there at this time). R’s old friend ( or love or how ever vulture wants to do this ) loved R’s singing and her long hair. They also hated R’s drinking and smoking ( much like Nat hates R’s ) so R stopped for them ( like she did for Nat) with the same ticks as mentioned but not nearly as bad as the ones Nat has to deal with. When R loses the old friend she lets out a PRIMAL YELL that RIPs something inside of her apart, all the drinking ( especially the kinda whiskey that burns on the way down ) and smoking streps out her throat giving her the voice she has today( she still has a lovely singing voice) .She also cut her hair off that day never letting it grow out again , can’t stand looking at her self with long hair again. All of R’s beastly and feral tendencies went into full swing after that day but she still did maintain her old self’s gentleness and all the good qualities that has been so buried within time.

Nat didn’t notice it at first but definitely noticed it in car but when R started to hum songs and when she sang a bit she had traces of her old higher pitched voice in it. When R was being and speaking gently to Nat before the confrontation with the RR agents, when R spoke gently to her at the bar and at the cabin. But when we do our grunts or were being more aggressive our voice is all gruff lower pitched. When we did our awkward smile and our actions it was in part because we were embarrassed because we were caught up in vibes but it was also because we wanted to ease the tension with Nat ( R was so used to being called a monster, a beast, an animal after people see her claws but R didn’t want Nat scared) , Baby girl was trying 😭. But in that awkward smile and acts Nat noticed traces of the girl or person that used to be ( or was just really buried deep within) .

I am so honored and happy my fic is on your mind 24/7 because same 😂 You're in luck because another part in the Sergeant Beef universe is being posted this week, so hopefully you'll stop by and share those thoughts later :)

I love all the backstory you've come up with Wolverine!R :) But R is definitely a softy on the inside, it just doesn't seem obvious at first. Perhaps with some time she'll open up more to Nat and something special will blossom between them.

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A/N: Hey guys...I saw this really cool idea on a writer's blog and thought I'd give it a shot! Any of you interested can join in to the project here ....

Anyways I decided to a fluffy little one shot 'cause why not?

@lokisgoodgirl .... Thank you so much for this!

Summary: It's Loki's first Winter on Earth, and you've made it your personal mission to introduce him to everything that makes this season your favorite.

Loki knew you got excited for the tiniest things. But ever since winter had started, you'd seemed disappointed. He couldn't place a finger on what it was that was upsetting you. Since the so called "1st day" of winter, your whole demeanor had changed. Every morning you'd jump out of bed and throw the curtains open (on some days even blinding him in the process), and stare outside for a few seconds before your shoulders slumped and he'd hear a small sigh escape your lips. Then you'd turn around, pouting, and trudge back to the bed, crawling in and snuggling up to Loki. He didn't mind it all that much, especially because it meant more cuddle time, but he didn't understand why you did what you did. Maybe you were waiting for Tony and his family to come back from vacation, you were extremely close to him after all. However, Tony had arrived 2 days ago but your mood hadn't changed at all. All Loki knew was you'd stare longingly outside the window, and every time he asked if something was wrong, you'd reply with a simple "Nope", and that was that.

Today morning though, it was different. You still jumped out of bed, but when you threw open the curtains this time, your shoulders didn't sag. Instead you straightened and squealed. Loki watched as you did a little happy dance before prancing in to the bathroom. Loki stared at the closed bathroom door for a few seconds, wondering what had suddenly made you so happy, before he threw the covers off of himself, his feet slipping into the slippers you'd bought him the moment the cold had set in, though he didn't need them, they were comfy. He padded over to the window, wearing nothing but a thin shirt and shorts, immune to the cold. He froze in place as his eyes widened. Your front yard was layered in a sheet of white as small white particles fell from the sky. The shiny white powder sat on branches, leaves, cars...it was everywhere. For a second Loki suspected the worst, some sort of alien invasion maybe, but as he remembered the way you'd just danced in front of him, he realized that was impossible.

The young God hadn't even realized that you'd come out of the bathroom, too mesmerized by the scenery in front of him, until you'd wrapped your hands around his torso, your head resting against his shoulder, staring outside. "Do you like it?," you asked, your voice just above a whisper. "It's beautiful," Loki responded, untangling your hands and pulling you in front of him. You'd combed your hair already, it was tied back into a high ponytail, your grey sweatshirt (which you'd originally bought for Loki, who'd insisted you'd be better off using it than him) hanging loose around your legs, hiding your shorts underneath. "It's called snow," you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Snow? Interesting," he mumbled, one hand going around your waist and the other one reaching to cup your face in his hand. "Not more interesting than you though, love," he whispered before his lips caught yours. You sighed into the kiss, melting into it completely.

That was, until your phone rang, Harry Styles' voice filling the room. Loki huffed out a laugh as you pulled away darting across the room. The caller ID showed Scott and a few other were on a call.

"Hey guys!" you chirped, a huge smile on your face.

"She finally answers. You done snogging your boyfriend?" Clint quipped.

"Give her a break Clint! Y/N ignore him," Nat laughed.

"Anyways, we have plans, which if possible the grandpas will join in on-",Tony started

You heard two people groan collectively on the phone as the rest of you laughed.. Steve and Bucky. You felt Loki wrap his arms around you, his head dropping onto your shoulder.

"What is it?" You asked into the phone, and felt Loki shift, you looked at him, a confused look on his face. You just stared at him before dropping a kiss on his forehead.

"Snow ball fight, tomorrow" Scott said eagerly. "Two teams, Clint and his 3 kids, Cassie and I, Nat and Bruce and Steve and Bucky on Team 1. Tony and Morgan, Peter, Thor, Loki and you on the other."

"We're outnumbered," Tony stated, annoyed.

"You have 2 Gods on your team!," Steve announced.

"Yeah, who have no idea how to play!," Tony bit back.

"Asgardians are quick learners, I'm sure if someone taught us, we could learn this fight of snow balls very soon" Thor announced.

"I'll teach them," you declared, and Tony knew you were definitely going to win.

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It took you a while to get Loki into something warm, sure he didn't get cold but he could still get a cold. He still didn't understand exactly what it was that you were planning, however he did notice the gleam in your eyes as you went on about "smashing their entitled asses tomorrow" or "Clint doesn't have better aim than me when it comes to snowballs". You'd dragged him out of the house, completely ignoring his pleas to at least explain what was going on. But the moment you got him out the door, he'd had enough.

"Y/N, that's enough. Why in the nine realms have you brought me outside in this freezing weather?"

"I thought the cold didn't bother you," you teased, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips.

"I-Yes, but it does effect you, doesn't it?"

"It really doesn't matter, I love winter," you stated.

"Really? No wonder you've been so happy since it started," Loki put his arms on his waist, raising both eyebrows

You huffed. "I was just upset it wasn't snowing yet. Now it is, and now the official fun begins. And before Thor gets here, I wanna show you something," you said, laying down on the snow.

Loki had put the pieces together already, he realized that your change in mood had a lot to do with this snow thing, though he still didn't quite understand what it was. He watched as you moved your hands and legs in an up and down motion a few times, then very carefully hopping out of whatever shape you'd created. You waved him over, a big smile plastered on your reddened face. He walked over to you awkwardly, still adjusting to walking in the snow.

"Lay down on the snow, and wave your arms up and down while moving your legs side to side," you instructed. Loki looked at you skeptically, but you nodded towards what you'd done and he stared at it in awe. "It's a snow angel," You said triumphantly. "Why would an angel try to make a snow angel?," Loki questioned, looking back at you. You stared at him, blinking a few times, processing it, before you felt your face heat up, despite the chilly air. "Oh shut up and just do it," you mumbled. Loki beamed, clearly proud of himself. He decided to try out this weird act, just to please you. He laid down next to yours. It took him a few trials, you stifling your laughter and him glaring at you, for him to finally get it. When he got up, you both took a minute to admire the beauty of both the snow angels, arms wrapped around each other, before you heard loud crunching in the snow, and you both turned around to find Thor, struggling to walk on the powdery substance. Loki, was clearly not pleased. First, this snow appeared and he hadn't gotten round 2 of cuddles. Then, your kiss, which he hoped would turn steamy was disrupted by silly planning by the rest of the team. And now, a perfect moment was disrupted by his very annoying brother. "You couldn't come any later?" Loki huffed, pointing an accusing finger at Thor. "Ms. L/N said I could take my time," he replied, bewildered at his brother's sudden coldness. " 'S fine Thor," you started, turning to Loki "I promise we'll get a lot of alone time in the evening for cuddles babe," you said, gently squeezing his arm. Loki only huffed in response, and you took it as agreement. "Well let's start training shall we?," you asked, eagerly rubbing your hands together.

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For nearly 2-3 hours, you'd taught the Gods how to roll a snow ball, and to throw it across with a strong force, without breaking the ball. You taught them the basic rules, where to and where not to attack, how to find a good hiding spot. The basics. And just as you were about to call it off, a blast of wet and cold hit your face. "Foul brother!," Loki yelled, his protectiveness showing, until he saw a white ball smack Thor in the face, making him, the mighty God of Thunder, stumble back. Loki's eyes found you standing triumphantly, a proud smirk on your face. "We're not having an official match now babe," you said turning to him slowly. He knew what was coming, immediately putting his hands up in front of him, backing away, "You wouldn't darling," he cautioned. "Oh I would". Within seconds, a ball had pelted Loki in the face and he tripped on his own feet, landing in the snow. Your fit of giggles was joined by Thor's roaring laughter. Loki silently got up, dusting himself off. He pointed to you, "You, my love, shouldn't have done that,". And for the next hour, you and Loki ran around the lawn, throwing snowballs, squealing, and giggling, Thor doubling over with too much laughter to be able to do anything at all.

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You'd all gone to Tony's for lunch, laughing and joking over Chinese Takeout. A few very confident challenges were made for the next day, Loki and Thor interjecting, stating that you were good enough to take them all on, on your own. You humbly declined, but your heart swelled at how proudly Loki was showing your skills off. By the time the both of you had gotten back home, it was well into the evening. The sun had already set, causing the chilly air to seem even colder. You both unwrapped yourselves from the layers of warmth, Loki plopping down on the couch. He watched as you turned on your fireplace, then trudged upstairs, reappearing a minute later, with a book and some blankets, and of course, the grey sweatshirt. You dumped it on the couch and turned to leave, when Loki caught your hand. "Where are you going?" he asked, hoping that he'd finally get some alone time with you. You smiled, "I'll be back Loki," before pulling your hand out of his grasp. He adjusted his position on the couch, both hands on the back of it, his chin on his hands, watching as you walked into the kitchen. You started heating something on the stove, taking out stuff from the cabinets, humming along to a song you'd made him hear the other day. He recalled it as " 'Tis the season".

In a few minutes, and nearly not quick enough, you returned, two cups of something steaming held carefully in your hands. You gave one to him as you set yours on the coffee table, slipping your sweatshirt on. "What is this?", he asked, a look of confusion etched on his face. "Hot Cocoa, try it," you urged, sitting down on the couch, throwing the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into Loki's side. He wrapped his free arm around you, as you reached for your own cup. He watched your moves, still apprehensive about the brown liquid. "C'mon, you'll like it," you sipped yours, sighing in bliss, leaning your head on his shoulder. He carefully took a sip of the Cocoa, and his taste buds exploded, eyes widening. He looked down at you, who was already looking up at him, eyebrows raised, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "I love it," he declared, eyes never leaving yours. "I know," you said softly, shrugging, resting your head on his shoulder again. The next few minutes the both of you went over tactics for the next day's game. Laughing and joking about how the others would play. You had a feeling Tony would come up with some sort of gadget to shoot the snowballs. After finishing your hot chocolate, you handed Loki the book you'd brought down earlier. It was the book Loki read to you every night. It was originally just a sweet gesture to help you sleep after a fight, which had become a kind of habit. As he read "The Book Thief" you slowly drifted off. When he felt your body relax and breath even out, he closed the book, wrapping an arm around you, slipping one under your knees, as he carried you upstairs. He set you on the bed, climbing in right after. You snuggled up to him and he lovingly wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your forehead softly, smiling. "Thank you for sharing your favorites darling," he whispered. And maybe you heard him, 'cuz a small smile formed on your lips in response.

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A/N: This was only my second fanfic, but I tried my best. I hope you guys like it! Also for those who are wondering, you and Loki also make a great pair on the snowball fight field, even Clint's aim was no match for you both.

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Nat wants to know literally everything about Beck, I'm sorry... 3, 5, 8 (as if Beck has a choice, she says), 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, 18, 19, 21, 23, 25, 26, 27

What would your muse’s ideal date be?

Hmmm... I mean there could be a LOT. Beck likes 99 percent of things her partner will do with her. Hell, Beck likes doing things she doesn't even like doing if it is with her partner. So I'll give you an example of one specific one, but know that there are many ideal date ideas for Beck.

Take her to some sort of fair or festival. She loves the obviously scammed carnival games and attempting to beat them. She actually really loves rides in general. When the night winds down go somewhere dark and quiet in the middle of nowhere. If it is summer, strip down and hop into a creek or a river and swim in the glow of the fireflies. If it is winter, skate with her out on the lake. Take half a dozen picnic breaks under the stars and finally collapse onto the blanket next to one another. They can talk or make up stories or just lay there together. Stay up the whole night together, giggling from exhaustion but not wanting to fall asleep, not wanting the night to end. Let her feel wanted. Let her feel safe. Let her drop down her guard and open herself up.

“How easy is it for your muse to say, “I love you”?

Uhm... god that is actually kinda hard.

Depends on the person, I guess. It isn't hard with Nat. I think, especially in our main verse, it just comes out one night when they're young. A couple of months in they're in the car talking about nothing and there's a lapse in the conversation. Beck looks in the rearview and feels her entire world go fuzzy around the edges. She realizes the only thing she wants is right there with her. She feels this impossible pull toward Nat that takes away her breath and she just says it.

"I love you." And she pauses---she panics---for a moment. Then. "I'm sorry. Not that I said it. I meant it. I mean it. Just--just if it's too much to hear right now. I probably should have waited or something but I can't. I couldn't. You don't have to say anything, but I mean it."

Does your muse like a height difference with their partner? 

RUDE!

Lol. I mean... I guess? I don't think it matters to her in a lot of situations, but there is something kinda hot about it when the heat is turning up if you get me.

What would make your muse immediately abandon a date?

With Natasha??? Nothing short of a complete and total mental break down. Even when they're younger and things between them are a lot more tense, at the end of the day, Nat can kinda do no wrong with Beck. She lets her away with waaaay more than she lets other people away with. Nat may not talk about it, but she has been through a lot, and Beck knows what it is like to be put through hell. So maybe Nat can be a little paranoid (and that means a lot coming from her because she's pretty cautious around people herself) and yeah she's kinda bossy at times, but she also is still pretty much living in survival mode. Beck might get mad, her feelings might get hurt, but she does realize this and actively try to control herself.

The only reason she ever did or ever would leave Nat is to keep her safe.

What physical attribute does your muse find most attractive?

She's---not hard to please LOL. Beck really loves hair. Nat is a redhead which especially makes her a little weak in the knees. But Beck thinks Nat is so beautiful that she says it is a crime to single out one piece of her.

What personality trait/type does your muse find most attractive?

In Natasha specifically? Her gentleness. Beck might not always know specifics, but she knows what Natasha was trained to do. She knows people have done unthinkable things to Natasha. But Nat never tries to hurt her. It happens sometimes, but it is usually by accident. Nat never just gets mad at her and takes digs at her, and she certainly never raises a hand to her. And honestly that's what Beck is used to from most people.

What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner? 

I'm gonna be honest this question and my brain don't compute very well. I tried to answer it when another person sent it in and gave a very lame answer. Idk why.

The first thing Beck noticed about Nat was how homeless she looked and that's not very nice to say lmao.

Does your muse like receiving gifts from a potential partner? If so, what?

It depends? So like it boils down to why she thinks she's getting the gift. If she thinks you're giving her something to make her stop being angry with you or because she's sad, she either feels apathetic about it or potentially may get even angrier. But if someone just likes to give her gifts? Go crazy. She cares more about the fact that someone thought about her than the gift most of the time. Like if you buy her a bit of candy or a lemonade she's going to be just as over the moon as if you bought her something expensive.

Food is usually a safe choice, though she's wary of food that have been heavily processed. Clothes are also very safe. She actually likes it when her partner dresses her on like a special occasion because she's like "oooOoOoOOoOo you think I'm pretty in this?". She's a dork.

Does your muse find the idea of a secret admirer charming or off-putting?

Hmmmm. I don't think a secret admirer would work with Beck. She can't read, so if someone sent her presents with notes on it she'd be like "Boda what does this say" and Angrboda would probably lie. Because Boda trusts no bitch and would NOT be ok with a secret admirer.

She's also like, isolated in most verses. Even in our verse with Clint and Barck (that's what I'm calling Dog!Beck now), once she turns back into a person, it doesn't matter that she's in the city she still knows almost no one. And having someone know her that she doesn't know? Very likely to spook her.

She thinks the idea is very romantic... just maybe not for her.

Would your muse prefer a spontaneous date night, or a planned night out? 

Either or. Beck's very spontaneous. She doesn't really get the point in planning things in advance when you could do them now. But Nat has a taxing job that takes her all over the world. They kinda have to plan stuff. It doesn't bother her. But she does forget a lot because she doesn't really keep a calendar. If they plan something Nat has to remind her about it the day before.

Does your muse fall for someone quickly, or does it take a bit to win their heart?

I don't think it takes long for Beck to fall. It takes longer for her to learn to trust than it does to fall in love. She is a bit of an expert on loving people she doesn't fully trust. She's had to because otherwise her life would be completely loveless. The only people she trusts completely are her familiars and her best friends and Cora---and older mentor/kind of adopted mother figure.

But Beck is emotional and feelings driven, and especially for Nat it doesn't take long at all for her to be like "well nothing but her matters now. cool."

Is your muse smooth when it comes to flirting? How do they handle being flirted with?

Yes. Beck is. My autistic ass on the other hand is not. It's something I really struggle to write so it doesn't get written as often as it probably should. It worms its way into drabbles more often than serious threads because I'm not as intimidated when I think the piece is mostly just something for me.

Beck flirts with pretty much everyone. It's just kinda how she talks half the time. And she loves it when people play along or flirt with her. She flirts with her friends constantly. But they all know it is a game. She doesn't like people that take it too far. You'll go from her giggling and twirling her hair to her hexing your shoes to the floor if you get too pushy. It's playful, it is light. It isn't meant to be taken seriously except with her partner.

Does your muse consider romantic holidays  ( such as Valentine’s )  important to celebrate when in a relationship?

If Nat were to explain what it was, Beck would probably participate in Valentine's Day. She has a vague awareness of human holidays but generally half of what she "knows" about it are just weird assumptions she's made from watching random people out of context from a distance. Anniversaries and such though she does celebrate. And remember, astonishingly.

How much stock does your muse put in first impressions? What is the best way to make a good first impression with your muse? 

Very little. Beck puts on a face/act half the time. She thinks most people lie out of the gate. Because of that there is no first good impression. She can get a good feeling about you if you're not a douchebag, but she can get a bad feeling about you if you're an angel too. She's fickle and untrusting.

Is your muse one to sit down with a new partner and formally define a relationship, or do they prefer to go with the flow and see what happens?

She's definitely a go with the flow kinda person. She'll do it the other way for people who need it, but she figures if she wanted to Properly Arrange a relationship she'd have gone to the Order of the Nine and submitted herself for and arranged marriage. What's the point? Just figure it out as it goes.

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look: height - short (155 cm) eyes - hazel? hair - brown that could dye green tattoos - sun and moon on knees in hs piercings - piercings/earrings childish voice, makes weird random noises, creates her own words and twists them (wymienia r z l w słowie np garelia czy kernel) shuffle shoes when walking usually makes weird poses and faces - very expressive, can spin around due to autism or do smth with her hands because of that, childish behavior, covers ears when in panic or rocks back and forth, flaps arms/hands (autism), jumps up and down etc. i lubi nosić smycz czy coś innego do skubania jak się denerwuje her personality is more like a sidekick (for example Mushu or squirrel from Over the hedge as she's not a prince[ss]), Gordon Ramsay (Brandon said so), Ellie (The last of us) and Jaskier (Witcher)

interests:

games like Epistory typing chronicles, Syberia, The sims series, Choices but lately it's too sexual for her, car racing games on PC, Criminal case, trivia, unihockey and badminton, board games, jigsaw puzzles, poker online, FOE, Chickensmoothie, Nationstates, dress up games and maybe CAH

fashion, collecting, thrifting, interior design, maximalism (Iris Apfel), vintage, plushies, clowns, trolls, Moomins

making collages and eventually scrapbooking, drawing, writing

movies (also how they are made and acting)

true crime a little

Eurovision, singing, a bit dancing and listening to music (also music videos), likes variety of genres: especially christmas vintage music, alternative/indie and 80s but mostly melancholic music lately, fav bands: Ashbury Heights, Alphaville, Melanie Martinez, Temples, Rome, Simon & Garfunkel, Hole, Tegan and Sara, Queen, fav songs: Logical song, People are lonely, Letter to God, Swim -Boy epic, Flowers - Miley Cyrus and Benee - Green honda, Hollow - Dons and Rim tim tagi dim - Baby lasagna etc.

fav car is DeLorean but also loves Dodges and jeeps, might be interested in old automobiles and big motorcycles but not as much as Nat, tries to drive in hs a little and rides horses, tiry

quizzes, surveys

only surprises she likes are those Kinder ones (and similar like the ones attached to juice or water bottles)

favorite artists - Tim Walker, Andy Goldsworthy, Marina Abramovic, Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo, fav art: Krzyk - Munch and a dog figure from our neighboring city

likes puns/word play and reference humor or smth like Simpsons

favorite color - neon/lime green, black, mustard and yellow, identifies with blue sometimes tho favorite number - 6 and 7

favorite season - summer

favorite plant - many like sunflowers and weeping willows or succulents

favorite animal - raccoon but also likes elephants and small dogs like pugs and chihuahuas, will spot cats but mixed feelings about those, will visit pet stores on occassions

food (her fav or trying new stuff)

favorite emoji - poop

[lokiisdaddyblog]

Back to life

Loki x Reader, oneshot

Warnings: mental health issues,

*A/N*: I’ve had a rough week so this is simply something rough and short to comfort me and hopefully anyone else struggling with the same thing. 🫶🏻

“Why can’t she just come out of her room?” A rough voice speaks from the kitchen. You can’t accurately make out exactly what they’re saying, but you don’t care. If anything, you wish you could drain their voices out completely.

“Because it does not work like that, you oaf.” Now there’s a familiar voice you couldn’t forget even if you tried. Loki. Your Loki. He’s been nothing but supportive of you and yet here you are, locking yourself away from everything you know and love. All because you can’t handle the intense feelings bubbling in your chest everyday.

“Any progress?” A soft female voice joins the conversation. Nat, you think to yourself. The woman who has taken you under her wing and defended you from day one. You wince at the thought of the inevitable disappointment she must be feeling towards you right now.

You hear more voices outside but suddenly they’re just white noise and you’re not listening anymore. Why can’t you just feel like a normal person for once?! Your mind is screaming and you can’t silence it. Not this time. It’s out of control and you’re spiralling. Every time you start feeling better it’s like these two hands come back and grab you by the throat, strangling the life out of you and you can’t breathe and-

“Y/n? My love?” The gentle voice better known as your lover speaks through the door directly and it’s enough to make you come back to life. His voice alone can pull you out of the hole you fall through each time.

You blink your eyes closed slowly and a single tear slides down your already tear stained cheeks. You turn away from the door and ignore the voices. They can’t save you this time. You won’t let them.

“I’m going to come in, okay.” He warns slowly. You have no energy to oppose, no energy to care.

You flinch slightly as the door roughly clicks open and you can hear him immediately sigh sadly at the state of you and your room. You grip your blanket tighter to your chest in anxiousness, you don’t know what he’ll do, how he’ll react. Every other times he’s been patient and loving, but, what if this time he’s given up.

Your eyes are closed but you feel him kneel in front of you. As you let your eyes flutter open they’re met with a face of pure concern. He gives you a small, sad smile when his eyes meet yours.

“My beautiful dove.” He whispers gently, brushing a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here now. You mustn’t hide anymore.”

Your lip quivers and tears threaten to pour. You hadn’t realised how much you actually needed him right now. You let out a quiet sob as you moved backwards in your bed to allow room for Loki to join you. He climbs in without a second thought and wraps his large arms around you.

He hushes you gently as you cry silently into his chest. “You’re okay, darling. I’ve got you.” He would often repeat, rubbing soothing circles along your back. Your tears come to an end eventually and he holds you as you lay completely still in his arms, holding you so gently as if you’re a delicate piece of glass that of which could shatter at any given moment.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Your voice is quiet and raspy.

He pulls his head back slightly to look at your face. “What ever for, my love?”

You shrug. “For being difficult. My heart just hurts and I… it’s hard, when I feel like this.” You hide your head back in his chest bashfully.

“You need not apologise, dove. I understand your feelings, we all do. I, especially, will not leave your side though even through these periods of time. Even when you try to push me away.” His reassuring words absolutely melt your heart.

“I love you, Loki.” You whimper. Your eyes are heavy and you’re fighting consciousness now.

“I love you even more, darling. Just sleep now.” He whispers back to you as you fall asleep in his arms.

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the only redeemable thing abt age of Ultron is how fine everyone looked,,, like natasha with short hair,,,, tony in blue looking neat af,,,,,, steve wearing super tight shirts ,,,,,,,

honestly ur right and you should say they literally had no right to look that good!!

[mads-weasley]

Days Like This

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

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A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I hope you like what I've written even though it's super late and super short! Thanks for the support!

Request: Could you do one were rooster and reader are both pilots but reader has the day off, rooster comes home from a really bad day at work and just wants to cry it out in readers arms and then reader makes him feel better… love you work

Warnings: mentions of fighter crash, sad bradley, fluff

Just like every day for the past three years, at 5am sharp, the bed dipped down next to (y/n) as Bradley sleepily got up to get ready for work. As both were pilots, they had to be at the base by 6:30am every weekday. This day, however, she did not have to join him. A dentist appointment saved her from having to complete their early morning routine, but it didn't stop her from waking up.

As Bradley opened the door to the bathroom, he was careful to keep the light off until he got inside, not wanting to accidentally wake her. Snuggling under her covers, she tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, her husband's quiet humming floated in the air from the shower. As she focused on the sound, sleep welcomed her quickly.

When he was ready for work, Rooster smoothed (y/n)'s hair back lovingly, kissing her on the temple.

"I love you, baby. I'll miss you today."

She stirred slightly. "Luh' you too."

(Y/n) walked through the door of their house, running her tongue over her slick and fresh minty teeth when her stomach rumbled. She checked her watch: 4:45 pm. Bradley normally got home around 5:30, so (y/n) began to search the cabinets for food to cook.

By the time she heard his keys jingle in the door, the food was done and she was setting the table. When the door opened, she smiled and called over her shoulder.

"Hey, Brad! I made spaghetti, and I kno-"

She trailed off when she heard the dull thump of his bag hitting the floor. Turning around, she was met with her husband's broad chest as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Instinctually, she rubbed his back with one hand while the other combed through his curly brown hair. They stayed like that for a while until (y/n) felt his shoulders shake softly.

The woman's heart broke at the sound of Bradley's broken sobs against her neck. Something was definitely wrong, and she had to find out what so she could help him however she could. Pulling away, she grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch. His soft brown eyes were bloodshot and puffy, which was a rare sight for Bradley. Even as someone who had a big soft side, he tended to keep his emotions in check. That was how (y/n) knew something was seriously wrong.

Sitting on the couch, she pulled him down to sit beside her before pulling him closer so she could hook her arm around his bicep, rubbing it lightly.

"What happened, Bradley?" She asked softly.

"I-uh," he sniffled. "Today we were doing a training mission and Phoenix and Bob...there was a bird strike."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, bracing herself for the words that could come next.

Bradley squeezed his eyes shut as his voice wavered. "They were going down and-and when they ejected, I saw Nat h-hit the canopy, (y/n/n). I saw her."

(Y/n)'s eyes teared up, finally understanding why this affected him so much. It was the same way his dad died: hitting the canopy while ejecting.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, pulling him into her arms. "Is she okay?"

His only answer was a small whimper. "They're both gonna be okay, but...I just can't lose anyone else, (y/n). I can't. Especially not like that."

"I know. And you won't."

He shakily sighed. "Can you just hold me?"

"Of course, baby. I love you." (Y/n) smiled, running her fingers through his hair before leaning down to kiss his temple.

"I love you, too."

"I'll always be here on days like this, Bradley. Always."

That night, dinner was forgotten in the Bradshaw house as the couple soon fell asleep on the couch, fully content to be in each other's arms.

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