#nat will be around until I’m good and ready to let her go okay

[ellastone-olsen]

Would it be possible if you could do a g!p wandanat x female reader with sex pollen?? Its okay if you cant, just an idea if you have nothing else to write🫣🤭

Blue glow - WandaNat

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: Curiosity and alien flowers work wonders.

Pairing: G!PWandaNat × fem!R

Warnings:NSWF,SMUT SMUT SMUT, handjob, blowjob, breeding kink, threesome, cockwarming, dirty talk, after care

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

Word count: 1.7k

AN: hi anon! I’m glad to see my first request thank you! honestly, until that moment I didn’t know what sex pollen is and I had to turn to google lmao

"What is that?." You asked looking at the strange plant in the pot. "Have you decided to take up gardening? Tony, I thought you weren't old enough to act like my grandma." You stop laughing when the man looks at you sternly, apparently not appreciating the jokes about his age. “This, by the way, is a plant unknown to science (at least on Earth), which I personally grew from seeds strictly for research and not what you just said.” “Okay let’s say it’s like this, let me take a closer does it smell like something?” You also kept a couple of cacti in your room at the Avengers headquarters, which recently bloomed by the way. As soon as you stood up and approached to the pot, a man blocked your way. “Are you crazy, what did I just say? Don’t touch this thing, I don’t know if it’s poisonous or not.” You looked at him sternly and muttered under your breath so that he could also hear, “You said not to touch, not to smell.” The attempt failed.

late Friday evening. Everyone went to their rooms or left the headquarters altogether. There was silence everywhere, only the sounds of Wanda’s steps were heard somewhere in the corridor. The woman had almost reached her destination when she saw some kind of blue glow in the darkness, “What the fuck...”. She came closer and examined some kind of plant that vaguely resembled a flycatcher, but with more spherical “traps.” Then she suddenly remembered...

“Y/N, Natasha, come here let’s hurry up. Y/N, you told me about something in Tony’s office. Check it out, Natasha take a look too.” Apparently the witch was very impressed by the flower, because she excitedly pulled both of you by the hands towards the light source. And where did she get this passion for flora…

“Wanda, we were already getting ready to go to bed, what did you see there?” Nat suddenly fell silent, looking at the strange light. “Did you seriously drag me out of bed for this succulent or what is this?!” She clearly did not share the witch's interest. “Oh, you’re right, this is the flower I told you about. Tony takes such good care of it, and apparently it’s...bloomed? Let’s take a closer and look, it’s cool,” Nat rolled her eyes but followed you two. You raised your face to the flower, wanting to look at it, when suddenly... the ball of the bud opened releasing pollen into the air, apparently from which the light came.

There is absolutely everything around in this stuff, you can hear Natasha’s exclamations: “Don’t breathe in this, it can be poisonous. Damn it, I told you not to come here.” The three of you cough, covering your faces, and go out into the corridor, shaking yourself and each other from the remaining dust. “Now you make me need to take a shower again.” The woman grumbles something else while Wanda calms her down, you also want to answer, but suddenly this feeling comes.

If there was a mirror in front of you right now, you could appreciate how quickly your pupils are dilating, as if you were a drug addict on a high (technically you were), beads of sweat are rolling off your forehead and this pulsation between your legs is as if you were given a dose of an aphrodisiac multiplied by five times. Oh no this is definitely not normal, you need to tell Wanda and Natasha what is happening apparently because of this cute glowing flower. While you were in your thoughts you didn't notice how the swearing died down and both women also noticed the changes.

When you turned your head, you saw two women looking at you with hunger and tents in their pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of the obvious bulge on both of your girlfriends and you impatiently walked over to Wanda, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Oh God, I don't know what it is, but I need you both so bad." Natasha came up from behind, pressing her rock-hard dick to your ass, her arms wrapped around your waist and the redhead’s whisper was heard in your ear. "Oh don't worry baby you'll get what you want.Damn I'm going to die if I don't fill your pretty pussy at least twice. What do you think Wanda?"

You feel the soft material of the sheets as they throw you on the bed, watching as they take off their clothes and look at you as if you were their prey. Your own panties are already hopelessly ruined, lub flows down your thighs at the sight of your girlfriends.

You quickly take of your clothes after which Nat takes you in her arms, pressing a kiss on your lips, you feel her cock poking into your stomach and dripping with pre-cum. Wanda, meanwhile stands behind stroking her length at this spectacle. "Mmm..Nat please." You rock your hips to rub against her cock, but you are suddenly pulled to your feet and forced to your knees.

"No no, first you're going to take every inch of my dick into your mouth, baby." The tip of her cock pressed against your lips and you obediently open your mouth and shake your head along entire length. Wanda can’t just watch anymore and comes up to you, takes your hand and places it on her pulsating length. "Come on baby, jerk off Wanda you can't leave either of us needy. Damn Wanda her mouth feels so good around me. That's such a good cocksucker." You move your hand and rub your thumb over Wanda's sensitive red tip as she begins to rock into your hand. Tears well up in your eyes when Natasha grabs your hair and shuts your mouth. Wanda helps you jerk her off and grins, “What is it baby girl? Is Nat’s dick too big for you? You’re so beautiful, now I want to cum all over your face.”

Natasha began to shamelessly fuck your mouth, running after her orgasm, the head of her dick hitting the back wall of your throat every time. "That's itmbaby, I'm going to cum in your beautiful fucking mouth and you'll swallow every drop. Wanda, are you close? Cum with me." Your hand was thrown away so that Wanda could jerk herself off, cumming all over your face, ropes of Natasha's cum hit your throat and you breathed through your nose as you swallowed every drop as you were told.

You took a deep breath as the redhead pulled out of your mouth and wiped Wanda's release off your face. When you were lifted from the floor, a small puddle of your arousal remained on it, your legs did not obey and your knees were red. You were already dripping and the pitiful whining and pleas left your mouth without hindrance. “Please it hurts so much, I need you to fuck me so bad.”

"What do you think Wanda, I think she deserves to have you fill her pussy." The witch got off with a simple nod as her two strong hands forced you onto all fours on the bed, allowing her to position herself behind you so she could start pounding into you without warning. "God Nat, her pussy was made for my cock, so greedy and tight. You need to see how well she takes me." Nat, meanwhile, spat on her hand for extra lub and stroked her red sensitive tip, appreciating how good the two of you looked. The long-awaited feeling of filling and Wanda’s quick thrusts drove you crazy, you put your hand under you, stimulating your swollen clit. "Yes yes thank you thank you so good fuck I'm gonna cum can I cum?" You know that with the tip of Wanda’s cock deliciously hitting that nice spot inside you, you wouldn’t last long, and having received approval, a minute later the orgasm hit you with incredible force. "Oh yes Y/N you squeeze my cock so well. Oh my God, cum for me like that, cum all over my length." The witch praised you.

You were turned over again and your back touched the cool sheets. Wanda pounding into you hearing a cute whine from your mouth, "Too sensitive. It's too much." "Oh baby girl you can take it. I need to filled this tight pussy so badly. You want my cum inside don't you? Do you love this cock?" "Yes yes I love so fucking much!". Natasha continued to jerk herself off when a cute little idea popped into her head that she only bothered to tell the witch about. The women looked at each other and Wanda nodded in approval of the plan.

The witch's thrusts became faster and she exploded, releasing her load inside you. “Oh yeah baby fuck take all my cum!” The feeling of fullness and how good it was, was the only thing you could think about. Wanda, meanwhile, pulled out of you, giving way to the redhead. Natasha turned you around, taking you by the hips and jerking off her cock, she stuck only the tip inside you, filling you even more. "Oh fuck fuck I'm so full fuck Natasha!" “That’s it my little greedy girl, I know you love it when I fill you up .” The only sounds in the room were heavy sighs and Nat's little whining as she pulled out and looked at the beautiful picture in front of her.

You were lying on your shared bed, Wanda took napkins from the nightstand and carefully wiped all the liquids from your thighs, kissing you and telling you how good you are and how much she loves you. When the witch finished, Natasha threw a robe over your naked body, picked you up, kissing your cheeks and carried you to the bathroom so they could both take care of you the way you truly deserve.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath, you asked, “How do we tell Tony about the pollen effect of his science experiment?”

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Just let me go - Bucky Barnes x reader

Okay this one is ANGSTTYYY Also there will be a part two! Posted tomorrow :)

TW: kidnapping, swearing, suicidal thoughts, guns, angst, sadness, suicidal ideation, also I haven't proof read this aha I'm sorry!!

“Sergeant Barnes, there is someone here to see you” One of the agent said as they stepped into the training room, 

“Who?” Bucky replied curtly, being halfway through a session with Nat he didn’t exactly want to be interrupted no matter who it was 

“I don’t know but she looks upset, if I was you I’d be worried” the agent said with a laugh, making a few of the other trainee’s laugh 

“Don’t forget your rank” Bucky said bluntly, 

“Sorry Sargent Barnes” The agent said, 

“You can start sparring, I’ll be back soon and I expect to see some improvements from yesterday” Nat said following Bucky out the room, 

“Who do you think it is?” Nat asked 

“I don’t know” Bucky said 

“What about that girl you went out with the other night?” 

“I don’t think she’d come here” Bucky said with a huff, “she didn’t like me” he said 

“Ooh what about the girl from Tony’s party?” Nat suggested, it sounded as though the idea of Bucky having a girl round was entertaining to her, Bucky narrowed his eyes at Nat, 

“No” He said bluntly, 

“Tensions killing me” Nat said with a dry laugh 

“Come on Nat, leave it alone” he said, turning the corner to the common room, he stopped immediately his breath hitching in his throat for a split second, 

“Y/N?” Nat beamed running over to give her a hug almost knocking her off of her feet “It’s been like a year since I saw you!” She grinned, 

“Hey Nat” She said gently, 

“You have to stay for dinner, Wanda’s cooking, she’ll want to see you. So will Steve, and Tony, oh and Sam!” She said “I’ll text them all now, they’ll set up a place for you” 

“Nat, I don’t think—” Y/N started 

“I don’t want to hear it, you’re staying” She said pulling out her phone and quickly tapping a message, 

“Y/N” Bucky said bluntly, his voice void of all emotions. 

“Hey” Y/N cut herself off unsure of what to call him so deciding against calling him anything,  her eyes wandered to his arm,  “the black and gold suits you” She said softly “Always said silver wasn’t your colour” 

“Shuri agreed with you” Bucky nodded

An uncomfortable silence settled across the two of them, 

“I should go” She said quickly, 

“Why did you come?” He asked a part of him not wanting her to disappear, not again 

“I, uh I found, I found this”  Y/N said her cheeks flushing red as she passed Bucky a t-shirt, one that he had forgotten about, but it certainly looked more worn now than how he remembered it. His heart squeezed at the thought of her wearing it after everything

“This is why you came?” Bucky said 

“You’re right, it was stupid. I’m gonna go” Y/N said quickly,  shaking her head as she turned, Bucky knew how she felt. He had imaged many times making an excuse to go and see her, he just didn’t think she was the kind of person to go through with it. 

“Y/N! Oh my, Nat said you were here. I’ve just laid the table dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes which is just long enough for you to catch me up on your life! Sorry Buck, but she’s with me until dinner. Then you can have her back” Wanda said not offering Bucky or Y/N a second option. 

----

“So Y/N where have you been?” Tony asked as they all sat down at the table “it’s like you dropped off the face of the earth

“Just around,” She said quietly 

“I came by your apartment, but it was empty” Tony said, 

“I had to move out” 

“You moved out?” Nat said “How come?” She said worry filling her voice 

“Life happens” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Bucky’s eyes fell on her face, watching how her eyes studied her plate not daring to look up 

“Well things always find a way of getting better” Wanda said squeezing Y/N’s hand on the top of the table 

“How about you guys, I’ve seen good things on the news” Y/N said softly 

“We’re okay” Steve said, 

“I”m pleased,” Y/N said with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, 

“What’s your new apartment like?” Wanda asked, 

“It’s nice” Y/N said gently , 

“You should give me the address,” Tony said commandingly 

“I’ll send it over to you, I still don’t quite know it off by heart” She said, it was a lie. Bucky knew it was a lie, even if he couldn’t hear her heartbeat pick up, he would be able to tell from the way she couldn’t look at anyone in their eye. 

“What part of town is it?” Steve pressed, 

“I really appreciate you guys having me for dinner but I’m going to head home” She said quickly, “I’ll see you guys around” She said picking up her coat, 

“I'm sorry if I said something wrong” Steve apologised quickly, he should’ve known better than to press her, Bucky thought

“You don’t need to” Tony said trying to savour the dinner 

“Why don’t you stay for a movie?” Wanda suggested, 

“I need to go” She said standing up and quickly hurrying out of the room 

A gentle silence fell across the room, “I shouldn’t have asked her” Steve said 

“It’s not on you” Wanda said “I don’t think that anyone could have convinced her to open up to us” 

“I’ll find her address and go over tomorrow, it’ll be easier without anyone else there” Tony said fiercely, 

“She won’t talk to you” Bucky said 

“And she’ll talk to you?” Tony snapped “You’re the reason we are in this mess in the first place. She is my friend and I will do what I think is right” 

“What even happened when you broke up?” Wanda asked 

“ Nothing” Bucky said 

“Don’t lie” Tony snapped 

“What the hell did you do? I thought you two were fine” Nat asked 

“You told us all you two were fine after the breakup” Wanda said 

“Leave him alone” Steve said sternly 

Bucky sighed softly “She just came to drop off a shirt” 

“Nobody drops off a shirt after a year” Tony said “She wanted to see you and you couldn’t even give her the time of day” He snapped 

“She’ll be okay, I’ll come with you tomorrow, we can check in on her” Wanda said 

Bucky didn’t dare to say anything, he just nodded gently. It was a thank you, all be it a silent one, but a thank you none the less. 

----

“Tony, you need to see this” Wanda said as an alert popped up on the screen alerting Tony to a new message, they had been in Tony's lab for a few hours scouting out Y/N's new apartment.

“Have you seen where she is living?” Tony said scanning through the photos that FRIDAY had brought up on his screen “it’s worse than I thought”  

“Tony now” Wanda said fiercely,

“What is it?” Tony asked, turning around, his face dropping when he saw the screen. “Is that?” 

“Y/N” Wanda finished

“Who sent this” Tony asked 

“I don’t know, it’s anonymous. I can’t trace the signal either” 

“FRIDAY, call the team and get them into the conference room now” 

“Yes Mr Stark” FRIDAY answered 

“We can’t tell Bucky” Wanda said, 

“We can and we will because he is going to help us” 

“That’s a bad idea” Wanda said 

“He once was one the best assassins, no debate. As much as I don’t like the tinman, he can and will help us” Tony said leaving little room for debate. 

“Tony what the hell? We’re meant to have the week off of missions” Nat said, sitting down in a chair with a mug of coffee nursed in her hands

“This is different” Tony said, 

“How so?” Steve asked 

“This is personal” Tony said sternly, 

“It’s Y/N” Wanda whispered, 

“What happened to her?” Bucky asked 

“I was sent this video” Tony said

 “We thought it was best we watched it together” Wanda added 

“FRIDAY, play the video please”

The screen went dark for a moment and then lit up with a picture of Y/N locked in a room, Bucky felt a strange wave of familiarity wash over him 

“Tell your friends what we want” A voice spoke, it sent chills down Bucky’s spine, he put her in this position. He had done everything to keep her safe, after all these years, this was his fault. 

“They won’t come” Y/N’s voice was strangely calm 

“Don’t be difficult girl, tell them what we want” The voice spoke again 

“You want the soldier, you want someone who’s gone. But here’s the catch. Even if he wasn’t gone, even if the solider still existed he wouldn’t come. Not for me.” She said 

“We’ve done our research” The voice mused, there was a hint of amusement in it’s voice, as though it had caught Y/N out, 

“Your research is wrong. I haven’t spoken to Bucky in a year, he does’t care” Y/N snapped, a gunshot sounded through the conference room, making them jump 

“Turn it off” Bucky’s voice was quiet but cut through the entire room 

“Shooting blanks at me won’t work” Y/N snapped “If you’re going to kill me then kill me”

“Turn it off” Bucky said once more 

“We want the soldat” The voice behind the camera spoke 

“Then you’ll have to find someone who he cares about, because it  isn’t me” She snapped 

“You have six hours or she dies” 

The camera turned off and the room went dark. All eyes turned to Bucky, 

“When was this sent?” He said 

“Barely ten minutes ago” Wanda answered softly, 

“Let’s start at her apartment” Steve said firmly “Wanda, Clint you’re with me, Tony, Nat you should try and find something from the video, there might be an idea of where they’re keeping her.” 

“I need to go as well” Bucky said 

“No” Wanda said “You need to stay away from this” 

“I spent years tracking people down, I think I’m the best chance we have to finding Y/N” He said challenging anyone to speak out against him

“I’ll go as support” Sam said patting Bucky’s back comfortingly. 

“We need to go, now” Steve said 

----

Steve’s skin crawled at the sight of Y/N’s apartment.  He hesitated before pushing the door open, it creaked and echoed through the tiny studio. Clothes were thrown across the room, plates were stacked up by the sink, two blankets were half heartedly thrown across the bed, no sign of a duvet or pillow. Bucky had to tear his eyes away from her apartment for a minute to regain his composure. 

“I can’t believe she was staying here” Wanda said stepping into it

“It was a means to an end” Steve said, 

“I should have helped her” Wanda sighed softly, her eyes falling on the pile of clothes in the corner of the room,  

“We didn’t know” Clint said

“We should have” Wanda snapped “Look at how she was living, we should have been able to help” 

“She was always good at surviving” Steve said firmly 

“She shouldn’t have had to be, we are her friends and the moment her and Bucky split we left her” Wanda said, tears building in her eyes 

“They must have taken her here, look at the mess” Steve said changing the subject quickly,

“No” Bucky said softly “This is Y/N” Bucky said with a sigh

“What do you mean?” Clint asked “this is normal?” 

“When she got busy, she used to get messy, never put things away. Found it hard to do anything” Bucky said swallowing tightly  “We argued about it” He admitted 

“So did they take her here, or not?” Sam asked 

“Not here, this is normal for her. It didn’t happen here” Bucky said firmly

“Ok so that’s something” Sam said, attempting at a loose sense of positivity

“It must’ve happened by the compound” Wanda said “think about it, if they wanted Bucky then surely they’d be keeping tabs on him. When she left last night they must have taken the next best thing to get to him” She said 

“We need to look at security cameras”  Clint suggested 

“Who wants Bucky though?” Sam said, “I think we’re focussing too much on Y/N, rather than on what they want” 

“Hydra” Steve said through pursed lips 

“It can’t be” Wanda said 

“It has to be” Clint confirmed “It makes the most sense” 

“So who are we looking at? Zemo?” Sam asked 

“Maybe” Steve said “Doesn’t feel right though”, Steve’s thought was cut short by his phone ringing 

“Steve, I’ve got an address” Tony said, “suit up”

----

Bucky couldn’t stop shaking, he’d been on tougher missions, he’d been in tougher briefings, he had almost died more times than he could count. But this felt like the worst day of his life, 

“We’ve been sent an address,” Tony said 

“It’s a trap” Nat said 

“We don’t know that” Steve suggested, “Who sent it to you?” 

“It came with a video, it was from the same people as before” 

“What’s the video?” Sam asked, noticing the tension that had fallen across the room, 

Tony instructed FRIDAY to play the video, Y/N’s face was brought up on the screen, 

“Y/N tell them what you just told me” The voice spoke 

“No” She spat through gritted teeth, her hair was matted with blood which dripped slowly from a wound on her hair line, her face was bruised and Bucky was silently pleased he could only see to the base on her neck, anymore and he was sure he would throw up. The skin he had once pressed kisses to so gently was purple and blotted with blood. 

“Our captive here has a death wish” The voice said again, “She had her little suicide letters in her pocket when we caught her” it sneered 

“Shut the hell up” Y/N snapped, there was something in her eyes that scared Bucky, she looked so void of the love that she had once been filled with 

“She was on the top of a building when we found her, she’s only got 3 hours left avengers. Are you going to give in to her wishes?” 

“Just kill me” She whispered 

“What was that?” The voice asked, it was mocking her, teasing her, it was a sight that Bucky couldn’t stand 

“Kill me!” She shouted, her voice sent chills down each of the spines of her old friends “Just kill me” She said settling into a bought of sobs, 

The video stopped and cut to a map with a pin placed directly in it. 

“We need to go” Steve said “We leave in 5” 

----

The quinjet landed softly and Bucky could feel a knot growing in his stomach, he had been on enough rescue missions to know the ways that this could go. It was an old hydra base, one that Bucky was sure should’ve been emptied years ago. But here it stood, admittedly it was partly falling down but the cells were deep underground and the structures were built to last. He knew that much well enough, if he strained his ears he would swear that he could hear Y/N’s cries, but he convinced himself it was all in his head. 

“She’s going to be okay” Steve said 

“I can’t loose her Steve” Bucky admitted “I’ve lost her once, I can’t watch her die” 

“Then don’t let her” Steve said 

Bucky followed behind the rest of the team, Wanda stood beside him, 

“Do you want me to take the fear away?” She asked under her breath, knowing nobody else would be able to hear her 

“No, I need it” Bucky said, he didn’t explain anything else but Wanda nodded, 

“Let’s go get Y/N home” Wanda said

Bucky followed Tony’s lead, any other mission he would have tried to take the lead off of Tony but he couldn’t for this. Y/N needed Tony’s planning, Y/N’s life couldn’t be in Bucky’s hands. He would never forgive himself if anything happened. They descended into the base, it was too quiet for Bucky’s liking. Hydra would never have kept it this quiet, something was wrong. 

“Welcome home soldat” the words echoed through the halls, 

“They know we are here” Steve muttered, 

“She’s down here” Tony said, taking another set of steps downwards, Bucky could hear her shallow breaths getting louder slowly with each step he took. 

“Y/N?” Steve called out, 

“I told you to fucking kill me” Y/N screamed,  Tony immediately picked up the pace to a run following the sound of her voice.  Their footsteps echoed through the concrete walls, as they came across a long hallway filled with cells made of glass. Bucky’s skin crawled at the sight. This was what he wanted to protect Y/N from, she shouldn’t see this.  

“KIll me” Her voice rang through the cells, 

“Soldat” Bucky turned to find the voice behind him. “Do the honours?” The man said, he was older than Bucky thought he would be. 

“We’re surrounded” Steve said, 

“There’s no getting out of this” The man sneered, 

“That’s kind of where you are wrong” Tony said smartly, “You really think there’s only four of us?” He laughed 

“What?” 

“The rest of our team have cleared out your base, and they’re on their way” He said with a smirk “Also not only have we got two super soldiers, we’ve also got a freaky witch and me, ironman, you might of heard of me” 

“Ironman, you forget. You have an unstable winter soldier on your team, All I have to do is say a few words and he’s under my control right?” 

“Doesn’t work anymore” Bucky snapped 

“I’m bored” Nat said sneaking up from behind, with a wicked grin she pulled the trigger and the body fell to the ground with a thud. Instantly Bucky turned and shot the guard who was keeping him surrounded “God why are all the people we go against so boring” Nat said with a huff, once they had dealt with the guards. 

“Let’s just get Y/N” Tony said letting out a breath. 

Wanda took a step away from the group into a nearby cell, it was as though she felt her. 

“Guys she’s here” Wanda called, 

Bucky took a deep breath and turned the corner, Y/N sat slumped on a chair, out of breath and covered in bruises and dried blood. 

“Please” She whimpered 

“We’re going to get you out of here” Wanda said slowly untying her gently 

“Please no” She cried 

“You’re safe” Steve said kneeling at her side 

“No Please, let me go” She said 

“We’re letting you go, you’re going to be ok” 

“No, please” She sobbed again “You have to let me die” She cried as Wanda pulled the ties away from her 

“Y/N, we can’t do that” Steve said, 

“You’re going to be okay” Tony promised

“Just let me go please?” 

PART TWO

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Concussion

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Tony hires you on at Stark Industries, you meet Natasha. She isn’t sure about you at first, but once she offers to teach you self defense things begin to change

Note: I came up with this idea while I was trying to sleep lol. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

The last few weeks since you moved into the Avenger’s compound have been the most interesting of your life.

You met several of the super powered humans, including Wanda and Steve, and Tony gave you a rundown of what your life would be like here.

He hired you as a consultant for Stark Industries, but as a fresh college graduate you didn’t have anywhere to live, so he offered for you to stay at the compound.

You were in the kitchen waiting for more instruction when Natasha, The Black Widow as you only informally knew her as then, came into the room.

“Who are you?” Natasha asked, her defenses up as she looked you over. You didn’t look like a threat but she couldn’t be sure.

“I’m y/n,” you told her. That didn’t clear anything up for her.

Natasha got closer to you and pushed you into the counter with your hands pinned behind your back.

“Who do you work for?” She asked, pressing you firmly. She could tell you were unarmed from the position.

“Tony hired me,” you squeaked through the pain of her holding you like that. “I’m a new consultant.”

Stark entered the kitchen about that time.

“Woah, Romanoff! Ease up on the new girl,” Tony said in his typical tone.

Natasha let go of you but kept close as Tony explained your role here. She didn’t love the idea of a non-Avenger staying at the compound. But she let it go for now.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you saw Natasha again. This time it was at a party that Stark was throwing. He called it a casual hangout but there must’ve been one hundred people there.

You settled at the bar and had a conversation with Wanda, who you found was also new to the team. She was nice.

But it didn’t take long for your conversation to be interrupted by Natasha.

“So, you’re still around?” The redhead asked you. She looked you over and her eyes did like what she saw. You’d never know it though since she was on spy mode.

“I’m still around,” you answered. “I haven’t seen you around though.”

“Mission,” is all she said. A certain quiet loomed over the conversation before Nat spoke again. “Do you have any intention of becoming an Avenger?”

The question caught you off guard. You were there for business purposes but the idea of running around to help save the world sounded kind of fun too. Still, you were realistic.

“I don’t think so. I’m a businesswoman,” you answered.

“That’s all? No combat training?”

“They don’t teach that in college,” you joked. But Natasha looked despondent.

“Look, y/n, you need some training if you’re going to live here,” she said.

“Why?”

Natasha sighed. “Because you live here with a lot of highly targeted individuals and intel. If someone broke in, you need to be able to defend yourself.”

She made a good point. You wondered why she even cared if you could defend yourself.

But that’s how you find yourself now two days later standing in the training room. Wanda is on one side of the floor and you’re on the other. Natasha is teaching Wanda hand to hand combat and you how to defend yourself.

“Alright, Wanda you’re going to go for y/n. Absolutely no magic. Fight the urge to use it, okay?” Natasha says.

“I’ll try my best,” Wanda replies.

“Are you ready, y/n?” Natasha asks, turning to you. You nod. “Remember what I taught you.”

The fight goes well at first. Wanda doesn’t come at you hard, and you’re able to dodge most of her blows. But eventually she gets more confidence, and you are taking hits from her.

“Block, y/n. Block,” Natasha reminds you.

You block a few punches well. And even land a couple on Wanda. She starts to get frustrated, but you don’t notice.

When you strike her ribcage, her reaction is to send you flying with her magic. You land on the floor with a hard thud.

“I’m so sorry!” You hear Wanda shouting as the ringing in your ears subsides. “I’m so sorry.”

She’s crying. Natasha assures her it was an honest mistake.

“Hey, come on, y/n,” you hear Nat’s voice next. She turns your body over to lay on your back.

The only thing you see is her perfect green eyes with a cape of red hair around them.

“Hi Nat,” you say with a loopy grin. That pretty much confirms you have a concussion.

“Hey y/n,” she replies. She mirrors your smile. “Wanda, she’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” You hear the girl say. You sit up the best you can and look to her.

“I’m perfect, Wanda,” you tell her.

Wanda frowns and looks down at her hands. She’s upset with herself.

“Hey,” you get her attention again. “You’re still learning. It’s okay.”

Your kind words to Wanda make Natasha’s heart melt in a way she didn’t know was possible. She helps you off the ground and it’s then she notices a slight cut on your forehead.

“Let’s go take care of that,” Natasha says, gesturing to your head. She turns back to Wanda one last time before she guides you out. “Wanda, I promise it’s okay. You’ll get better at controlling it. I believe in you.”

The girl nods but retreats her room quickly. You truly hold no anger towards her.

Natasha takes you to the nearest bathroom where she tells you to sit on the counter. You sit as she gets a rag damp.

When she presses it against your cut, you wince in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing, but she does touch you more delicately now.

She cleans the wound and puts on some cream to protect from infection before she puts a bandage on.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say.

“Oh, I thought I was Nat now?” She replies.

You chuckle, mostly because you don’t even remember calling her that just minutes ago.

“I think I have a concussion,” you wonder aloud.

“Yeah, I think so,” Natasha laughs out. “I’ll take you to the medbay. Come on.”

“Wait!” You shout.

“What?” Nat asks.

“You didn’t kiss it,” you say simply.

Natasha raises her brow in question. You point to your cut.

“You want me to kiss your head?” She asks.

“Please, that’s the only way it’ll heal,” you say. She almost laughs, but you seem dead serious.

“Alright,” Nat says.

She takes your face in her hands and kisses your forehead softly. It’s not even where the wound is exactly but somehow it’s perfect.

“I’m telling everyone the Black Widow is soft,” you say when she’s pulled away.

“You won’t even remember any of this tomorrow, y/n,” Nat says, but she secretly hopes you will.

She walks you out of the bathroom and to the medbay where they confirm you have a concussion.

For the next few weeks, Natasha takes care of you. No one, not even you, asked her to. But it just feels right.

The day you’re officially cleared, Natasha kisses you on the lips for the first time. It is everything and more.

When Wanda keeps apologizing to you about the fight, you just smile because you know it was the moment Natasha realized she liked you.

You wouldn’t go back in time and change a thing.

[omgrachwrites]

Date Night - Carmy Berzatto

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: You and Carmy go on your first date.

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this, please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

part two

Natalie glanced at you as you walked into the living room to show off your outfit, for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her facial expression was the same as you twirled in front of her, showing her the outfit from all angles.

“What do you think?” you asked as you smoothed your hands down your dress.

Nat laughed, “sweetie, you look beautiful.”

You pouted at her, “you’ve said that about every single outfit I’ve chosen,” you look down at the dress.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, “because it’s true, you’re beautiful. You could wear a bin bag and Carmy would still be crazy about you.”

You smiled as you sat next to her, your date with her brother wasn’t until later on tonight but you were nervous. You really wanted this to go well and you didn’t want to do anything that would screw this up.

“I’m nervous, Nat,” you admitted and she smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous, Carmy really likes you, Y/N,” she sighed as her phone buzzed and she checked it, “damn, I gotta go, they need me at the restaurant. Good luck tonight, you’ll do great,” she smiled and pulled you into a hug.

All day you lounged around, doing nothing, last night you’d had the shower where you scrubbed and shaved everything and everywhere. You weren’t expecting anything to happen, not on the first date – Carmy would be too shy to make a move – but you just wanted to be prepared. Finally, it was time for you to get ready, you curled your hair and applied your makeup light and pretty, with the help of a large glass of wine.

When Carmy knocked on your door, you slipped your heels on and grabbed your bag before pulling open the door. Your throat went dry as you looked up at him. He looked so gorgeous, he was wearing a tight white button down shirt that accentuated his muscles and over the top he was wearing a black suit jacket. He was holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. His cheeks were flushed as his eyes drank in the sight of you.

He smiled as he ran a hand through his curls, “you look amazing.”

“Thanks Carm, so do you.”

The redness on his cheeks only deepened as he held out the flowers, “these are for you.”

You smiled as you took the flowers, “they’re beautiful, come in and I’ll put them in some water,” you let him in as you arranged the flowers in a vase, “you want a drink?” you glanced over your shoulder.

He shook his head as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, “nah, don’t want to miss the reservation.”

You smiled as you finished arranging the flowers and took his hand, “then let’s go,” you flushed as he linked your fingers together.

The restaurant was just an uber ride away and Carmy held your hand as he helped you out of the car. The restaurant looked beautiful – and fancy – you felt a little out of place. Carmy must have noticed because he squeezed your hand and you looked over at him.

“You okay?”

You smiled as you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “yeah, as long as I can take you to my favourite dive bar afterwards.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he grinned.

At first, you thought it was going to be awkward but as you were sat at the best seat in the house the both of you launched into conversation just as easily as you always did.

“How’s the restaurant?” you asked as you took a swallow of wine.

Carmy rolled his eyes with a quick laugh, “everyone’s at each other’s throats but they seem to be working together well enough. How’s the pasta?” he grinned with a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes.

“It’s good,” you nod as you eat a forkful, “but your pasta is my favourite.”

He grinned as he nudged his leg against yours, “you’re my favourite.”

For dessert the both of you shared a dish of lemon sorbet with a couple of vodka shots poured into the bottom. By the time you reluctantly let Carmy pay the bill – he wouldn’t let you split it – the both of you were pretty buzzed as you stumbled to the bar. The bar was a typical dive, the floor was sticky and it stank of beer but you felt comfortable, and you could tell that Carmy was too.

He thanked you as you handed him a pint of beer and he nodded over at the pool table, “you wanna play?”

“I’m rubbish at pool, I can barely hold a pool cue,” you laughed.

“C’mon, I’ll show you,” those big blue eyes talked you into it and you relented as he led you over to the pool table.

He set up the table and you couldn’t stop watching as his tattooed fingers rearranged the balls and he gave you a lazy, lopsided grin, “you wanna break? I’ll show you how.”

You smiled, “sure.”

Butterflies shot through your stomach as he took your hands in his, he stood behind you and showed you how to properly hold the pool cue. He leaned over you, just like they did in the movies and with Carmy’s help you managed to break.

“There you go,” he whispered in your ear and tingles shot up your spine as he kissed your cheek.

It was hard to keep up the pretence and you slipped up when you pocketed a ball. Carmy stood there staring at you with his mouth open.

“You lied! You’re hustling me!”

You laughed at his accusation, “fine, I’m not as bad as pool as I made out to be. And hustling is when you do it for money.”

He rolled his eyes with a grin, “you owe me.”

You ended up winning the game of pool and Carmy looked at you with a look of mock disappointment on his face as he shook his head, “I am so disappointed, that you won by cheating.”

You giggled, “you’re so dramatic. How’s this, I’ll let you pick your consolation prize?”

Carmy grinned as he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you deeply, you were in shock and you hesitated for a split second before you kissed him back. You placed your hands on his firm chest as you pulled away just a little, “wow that’s funny, that’s exactly what I was gonna pick for my winning prize.”

He smirked as he cupped your cheek, “what an amazing coincidence,” he chuckled as he wrapped a hand in your hair and kissed you again, this time he snuck his tongue into your mouth. That’s how you spent the rest of the night, playing pool and making out.

He walked you up to your apartment, his fingers laced through yours, “I had a really good time tonight, Carm.”

“Me too, even if you did cheat at pool.”

You laughed, “I did not cheat!” you got your keys out of your bag and you looked at Carmy, “you want to come in?”

Carmy smiled but shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N, I’d end up doing something we’re not ready for,” he chuckled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, “but I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon,” you nod and he leaned in to give you another breath taking kiss that made you feel like you were a teenager all over again.

[natashaslesbian]

Hey can I request a teen reader x mommy Natasha fic.

Where reader still likes to co sleep with her mommy.

Nat has started a relationship with Wanda, and the witch is slightly put out by it all.

Three In The Bed And The Little One Said

Word Count: 1.6k

Parings: (Teen!Reader x Mom!Natasha) (Wanda x Natasha) (Wandanat x Reader)

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took me so long to get done! It’s not proofread but I hope it’s okay<3

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“Come on” Wanda encouraged “a sleepover would be so fun! Waking up next to you is all I’ve ever wanted” she continued “I know, me too but what about y/n” Natasha said “I’m sure one night won’t hurt” Wanda said as she pushed a stray hair behind Nats ear. “I don’t know Wanda” the witches eyes fell down to her feet “I’m sorry but I have to be there for y/n, she’s my everything” Natasha said “and what about me” Wanda continued to hold her gaze down, the redhead gently lifted her chin “you’re my always” she said “I love you more than you’ll ever know, I just can’t leave y/n” Natasha sighed, hating having to let her girlfriend down again. “It’s okay” Wanda huffed, meaning it wasn’t really okay “I understand” she finished. Natasha lifted Wanda’s gaze back to her own, her gentle fingers lifting her chin. The widow leaned in to the witch and connected their lips in a sweet kiss. A hint of honey coated Wanda’s lip and would leave a trace on Natasha’s. The two woman sat in silence for a little while longer, basking in each others warm, until Natasha noticed the time. “I’ve gotta go baby” she whispered into the redheads hairline “I love you” she solidified with a kiss on the cheek “I love you too” said Wanda, sad that her girlfriend was leaving again.

You stirred slightly as the front door closed, a gentle pat of boots along the wooden floor told you that your mom was home. Natasha made her way upstairs to find you cuddled up with a book in bed, her bed. “Hey angel” she said “hi mama” you whispered “it’s late, you should be asleep” your mom said as she quickly changed into a large shirt and grey joggers. “I tried mom, I just kept waking up so I decided to wait for you” you shyly said. Natasha joined you in bed and pulled you into her arms, it was one of the only ways you could settle. Sleep had always been hard for you, ever since you were a baby. It took your mom ages to settle you to for naps and when she first moved you into your ‘big girl room’ you cried the whole night, you were having none of it. “Come here sweetheart” Natasha said as you shuffled into her embrace “mamas got you” you continued to co sleep with your mom and even now at 15 years old, you preferred to stay in her bed even though you had a perfectly good room of your own.

After just a few moments in your mamas arms you fell into a deep slumber. Natasha sighed contently, she loved still being able to hold you like this but she wanted to spend time like this with Wanda too. Her new relationship was a sore subject for you, you had your mom wrapped around your finger and letting someone new in had proven to be a big challenge. It had always been just you and Natasha at home and that was the way you liked it. Of course you loved all your aunts and uncles at the avengers compound and of course you didn’t keep your mom away from her friends. But a new love in her life had you scared. Natasha’s love was everything to you and the thought of having it sliced in half was breaking your heart. Deep down, you knew your moms love for you could never decrease but these new circumstances were so foreign to you. Natasha soon fell asleep cuddled up with you, her relationship with Wanda still on her mind.

The next morning you and Natasha followed the same routine. You had breakfast together then your mom had her shower while you got ready for school. Natasha dropped you off and then headed off to meet her girlfriend. The witch and the widow had decided to go out for a morning coffee and Nat was hoping to settle the awkwardness around the ‘sleepover situation’. “Hi baby” Wanda said as she looked up from the table “hey gorgeous” Natasha lent down for a small kiss. The pair conversed over their usual coffee orders until yesterdays conversation was brought up. “So how’s y/n?” Wanda asked “she’s okay, she was still up when I got home” Natasha said with a slight guilt. “You know I get it right” Wanda said as she lent over to lift Nats chin “your daughter comes first and she always will, I admire how much you love her” she continued “and I love how protective you are of her, I’m never gonna try to change that”. Natasha smiled slightly, happy that she hadn’t completely ruined her relationship with Wanda. “So you’re not mad?” The redhead asked “maybe a little at first” Wanda said “I just love you so much and I wanna hold you forever, but y/n needs you” the couple held hands over the table “she likes you, y/n does, she likes when you come over” Natasha said as a wild thought came into her head. “Will you come round tonight?” She asked her girlfriend.

It took a lot of convincing, but you finally came round the idea of having Wanda over tonight. It was true that you really liked her but knowing your mom had asked her to spend the night had you spiralling. “She must think I’m a freak” you whispered “sweetheart of course she doesn’t” Natasha cooed as she curled up with you on the couch. “Do you want me to go upstairs while you have dinner?” You shyly said “no baby, Wanda knows how much you mean to me and I want you to spend time with her too” your mom said as she brushed a stray hair from your face. The two of you finished your movie just in time before the door bell rang and Natasha went to great her girlfriend. “Hey y/n” Wanda said cheerfully as she came into the living room “hi” you mumbled before the three of you shared in some more small talk. Dinner went by in a flash and although you felt like the biggest third wheel ever, your mom and Wanda asked you to pick a movie before bed. You started to feel sleepy just before the credits rolled and Natasha suggested that it might be time to hit the hay. You were suddenly more awake and a little frightened of having to settle into your own bed for the night, you hadn’t done so in weeks.

“Just close your eyes baby and I’m sure you’ll get to sleep in no time” Natasha softly said as she stroked your cheek. Your mom had been in your room for 30 minutes now and Wanda had taken the extra time to have a shower, but Natasha knew that soon she would have to leave for her room. “I don’t like it in here mama” you sniffled “oh don’t cry darling” Nat said as she moved to wipe your stray tears. You didn’t really know why you were crying and you still didn’t know why you preferred to co sleep with your mom, you just knew that it was where you felt the safest. “I’ll be just next door sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere I promise” Natasha cooed. you tried, you really did but nothing could stop the anxiety running through your blood. Your cried had quietened now and you did feel as though you could drift off any moment but as soon as Natasha stood up to leave you bolted awake again “mama” you whimpered as you sat up. Nat came running straight back to you and bundled you up in her arms “oh my baby” she whispered “you’re okay I promise” you started to cry silently again and both you and Natasha missed the quiet creak of the door frame.

Another pair of arms wrapped tightly around you and surprisingly you melted into them “Wanda?” You asked as you pulled back slightly to see her “it’s just me” the witch said. “I’m sorry” you cried out “please don’t hate me, I’m not trying to keep my mom away from you” you sobbed. “Oh y/n I could never hate you” Wanda said as she tightened her grip around you and Natasha “I know how much you love your mom and I know how much she loves you” the witch continued “why don’t you come sleep with us, I’m sure moms bed can fit three” you were so shocked by her suggestion and so was Natasha. Wanda gave your mom a small smile and Nat felt like the luckiest woman alive. “Are you sure?” You asked with shaky breaths “I don’t wanna stop you to being together, I can be brave” you whispered “oh I know you can, you’re always so brave. And I promise you will never be in the way, your mom and I love you so much” Wanda said “you-you love me?” You asked Wanda. Natasha was almost in tears watching this moment unfold, seeing a new side to Wanda that she loved so much “of course I do, you’re a part of my life now y/n” Wanda said as she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead “now why don’t we go and get snuggled up?” You nodded into the witches chest and let your mom carry you into her bedroom.

You, Natasha and Wanda all settled into your mom’s bed. It was a little bit of a squeeze but you were happily nuzzled in the middle of them. You made sure to shuffle down slightly to your mom and her girlfriend could at least be face to face, you knew how much she adored Wanda. The three of you soon fell asleep, all intertwined with each other. Wanda knew that she wanted this feeling to last forever. Natasha was overwhelmed by how much she loved you both. And you had the best sleep of your life.

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[dirtyvulture]

GP!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by Ice Bear anon 🐻‍❄️: ok so i have a couple of requests because i have a couple of kinks but here is the first one and the one i probably like the most ... fem!reader has been wearing a skirt that's way too short and teased gp!nat the whole day. nat can't take it any more and drags her to their room to fuck reader's incredibly wet pussy from behind while she is still wearing the little skirt. Nat fucks her good and hard and readers asks for Nat to come inside of her.

lots of dirty talking as it's probably my favorite thing (slut-shaming kink, praise kink) and nat getting more and more aroused with reader's beautiful moans. And if reader can squirt and nat being really proud of it that'd be amazing!

Sorry if it's super detailed and super dirty but i know i can trust the GOD OF LUST to make an incredible work with this .. obviously if you want to and if the request is okay :)obviously anonymous because i don't want to expose myself that much,

AN: Thanks for being patient, Ice Bear. 😘

“Watch, I can make this shot,” Natasha says, balling up the scrap piece of paper and launching it with a flick of her wrist towards the garbage can. The paper bounces off the rim and lands on the floor.

“Well, it’s obvious why you never became a basketball player,” you say, walking over to pick up the paper. You bend over, and your already too-short skirt rides up the rest of the distance to show off that you’re completely exposed. 

Natasha’s eyes widen and she grips the armrest of her chair so hard there is a crack from the supports.

You turn to face her, noticing her death grip on the armrests. “You okay, baby?”

“No,” she says, clearly strained. “Because you’ve done nothing but tease me all day.”

“What do you mean?” You play stupid, putting a hand on your hip and cocking it out to the side innocently.

“Wearing that skirt...with nothing underneath,” Natasha growls, her voice deepening and you feel a jolt of arousal strike your core. “Do you think I have the discipline of a monk?” She gets out of the chair, looming over you. “Because I don’t, and now I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You don’t even have time to protest when Natasha scoops you up, marching out of her office and across the hall to your bedroom. She tosses you lightly onto the bed and you roll onto your stomach, purposely lifting your butt high into the air to show off.

Something that can only be described as animalistic snarl fills the air, and Natasha’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you in place as she glides her cock through your wet folds.

“You’re practically already cumming for me,” Natasha says, hissing when her head bumps your entrance. You whine when she doesn’t slide in, pulling her cock back to slap against your butt teasingly.

“You make me so wet, Nat,” you pant, looking over your shoulder to see her humping against your butt. “You want to fuck me until I can’t walk?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move,” Natasha promises, and you feel your core throb at the prospect. 

“Please, baby. I need you inside,” you beg, hating the way you clench around nothing when Natasha’s cock is so close. As much as she makes you feel good, you love returning the favor and you know how good you can make her feel too. 

“You’re such a slut for my cock,” Natasha says, barely restraining herself from entering you. “Are you gonna let me cum inside of you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you emphasize, your head spinning, ready to obey any of her demands tonight.

“Don’t let me down.”

She slides into you, and the fullness makes your stomach (literally) bottom out. You fist the sheets of the bed, moaning as Natasha stills inside of you for a few seconds. The way you clamp and squeeze around her cock has her throbbing already, making her a little hesitant with how long she’ll be able to last, but once she starts rocking her hips, she knows it’ll be a race to see who will cum first.

“Oh, fuck, Nat. Faster. Faster please,” you moan, already feeling you’re going to collapse under her. 

Natasha picks up the pace, grabbing onto a handful of your hair to pull your head back so she can grunt in your ear. “Like this, slut?” she says, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her hips. “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod, too breathless to speak. Another moan rips out of your chest when Natasha slaps your butt.  

“You’re so big,” you gasp, your walls spastically milking her cock and Natasha’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

“But you’re taking me so well,” Natasha says, her nails digging harder into your hips to hold you steady. The bed shakes, the headboard knocking against the wall with each one of Natasha’s powerful thrusts. Your arms and legs quiver; you don’t know how much longer you’ll even be able to hold yourself up with your girlfriend filling you so well. 

Every time you moan, Natasha swears her cock gets harder. She’s almost the point of bursting, but senses that you’re a little behind, so she presses her front to your back, reaching around your hip to rub your clit every time she pushes her entire length into you.

You let out a strangled scream, the stimulation reaching the point of being too overwhelming. 

“Fuck Nat, fuck Nat, I can’t take it--” you plead, trying to swat her hand away.

“You’re almost there, baby. Let me help you get there.”

“You better cum inside me,” you demand. “Make me pregnant, Nat.”

“I...okay,” Natasha grunts, knowing better than to disobey you. She thrusts a few more times, harder and faster, and feels the coil in her stomach start to unravel.

“Nat...oh God, oh God...” Your orgasm seizes you and you can’t move as your vision goes white and slickness floods between your legs. Natasha feels you tighten around her so much she can’t even move anymore. She explodes, and you feel the pulsing of her cock every time she shoots her cum into your womb.

Something wet covers Natasha’s hand as she pulls it away, and she smiles when she realizes you’ve cum so hard you squirted all over her.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s my good girl,” she soothes, massaging your lower back. She pulls out when you’re loose enough and you collapse on your stomach, completely spent. Natasha lays next to you, wrapping her arms around you and holding you against her chest. 

“That felt amazing, Nat,” you finally find the words to say when you catch your breath.

“I know. You squirted on my hand,” she says, and you feel your cheeks redden. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. That means it was a really good one.” You duck your head to hide against her neck. “You want me to give you another good one?”

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

can i request 6, 14, 12, 21 and j from the prompts list? thanks

More Migraines

Prompts:

j) throwing up on the floor

4) “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

6) “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

21) “Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!”

12) “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: Reader has been hiding migraines but what happens when the team needs her for a mandated (by Steve) bonding day?

TW: Vomiting, mini fever, migraine, nausea, collapse

A/n YELENA IS IN THIS ONE (and Natty of course)

It was only 9am and you were feeling the begginings of a headache budding behind your eyes. You internally groaned. For the past few months it hadnt been uncommon for you to get migraines. Of course you had done a fairly good job of hiding them. Not even Natasha was suspicious yet.

Although it wasnt unlike you to randomly hide out in your room. It was perhaps odd when you did it for multipul days but nat and wanda had simply dismissed it as it was often after intense missions.

However today was not a day after an intense mission. It wasnt even the day after a mission at all. It was a random Sunday. A Sunday the team was suppost to spend relaxing as a team. Tony had everything organised for a movie night tongiht in the compound cinema. Steve had planned a nice walk through the bush that was only a short drive away. Wanda had been preparing a fancy lunch for a matter of hours. Nat had contacted her sister to come join in. And the others were either indirectly helping or simply helping orgisnie. You however were not. The headache you woke with was blooming into a bigger probelm. One that was become harder to ignore. You had shown in to breakfast in your pjs and wordlessly taken a bowl of cereal before retreating back to your room.

The lights were off and you had an arm over your eyes in an attempt to block any light that was seeping through the windows. Looking at the time with blurry eyes and a pounding head you squinted to make out the time on the clock. 12:15. It wouldn’t be long until somone came looking for you. Steve had made it very clear this day was one nobody was allowed to miss.

A knock startled you despite having expected it. It seemed to reverberate around your skull. Echoing in pain throuhg your mind. You softly called out “come in” you replaced the arm over your eyes as the door opened. The familiar scent of pine nut and rain filled the room and you knew it was wanda in the doorway.

“Y/n/n?” She said peeking her head through the door. “Honey?” She asked again when she was met with silence. This time you groaned and her brow furrowed. “Sweetheart im coming in” she said gently closing the door behind her. A moment later your felt her hands tangling in your hair as it was brushed away from yoru face gently.

“Honey are you feeling alright?” She said softly. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.” She said and shuffled closed as she laid the back of her hand across your forehead. Luckily you didnt seem too warm but you were a touch above normal. “Hmmm” she hummed. “Honey can you tell me what your feeling lovebug?” She cooed, hands going back to your hair.

“Migraine” you whispered and she visably softened.

“Oh sweets.” She said using a hand she got her magic to block out some more light so there was just enough to see and nothing more.

“Honey im going to go grab us some food okay? Ill be back in a minute.” She hushed and you whined softly as she withdrew her hand from your bed headed hair.

Wanda walked into the kitchen. She was worried. Who wouldn’t be? Nat raised an eyebrow as wanda returned without you.

“Where’s y/n?” Nat asked.

“Shes not feeling to hot so im gonna have lunch in her room with her.” Wanda said walking over and beginning to plate up two bowls of food. Yelena and Nat soon decended into a round of aggressive footsies under the table that left them both wiht brusied shins.

“Well im still expecting both of you to come on the walk after lunch.” Steve said frowning. Wanda sighed and nodded taking the bowls and leaving.

When wanda returned to the room her heart throbbed for you. You looked miserable. Curled in a ball with your arms tucked into yoru chest as you head rested on a mountain of soft pillows. Wanda made her way to your side, sitting on the bed and placing the bowls on the bedside table. She rested her back against the bedhead and swung her legs up. She heard you shuffle a bit and let out a low whine.

“Y/n/n i have some food for you hun.” She said and helped you into a sitting position. You curled into her side and keened softly from the pain in your head that the movement had brought.

When Wanda noticed you werent eating she softly began to bring the spoon to your lips and tapped them. With your eyes still shut you opened your mouth and allowed wanda to feed you.

when you had both finished eating you were still leaning into wandas side so she curled her body around you in a soft hug. It was comfortable and sweet. Both of you began dozing lightly. The pain behind your temples seemed to be only getting worse and your stomach was twisting in knots of Nausea.

Knowing what was going to happen you tried to be quick. Throwing yourself out of the bed and jolting wanda awake you stood on shaky legs and took one step before your knees buckled. You went sprawling landing on all fours your stomach lurched and your back arched as you started to heave. Wanda was by your side in an instant her cool hands holding your hair back as you started to throw up. Guilt washed over you as you felt bad wanda had gone to all the trouble of making such a nice lunch. But soon you were heaving again as you threw up more on the floor next to the bed. While you were still hurling your guts up you didnt hear the door open until Nat spoke.

“Jesus Wanda you weren’t kidding.” Nat said.

You were just dry heaving now with nothing left in your stomach. Before you collapsed wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to the side so you were sat on her lap. Nat walked past and into the bathroom dodging the puddle. A moment later she returned and crouched infront of you away from the vomit. Carefully she used a damp cloth to wipe your mouth and hands clean. Wordlessly she handed you some mouthwash and a cup to spit it in. You were exhausted and wanda could tell. Taking the cup from your hands wanda passed it back to Nat who went into the bathroom again.

Carefully wanda hooked her arms under your knees and your back and paused when you whined.

“Your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!” Wanda said and she carefully lifted you and placed you back on the bed.

“Does your head feel better now? Are you going to be sick again?” Wanda asked.

“My head still hurts alot and I still feel sick but its not too bad.” You whispered and nat remerged with cleaning supplies.

“Her head?” Nat asked.

“Migraine.” Wanda said back in a hushed voice and Nat nodded. “Scoot over.” Wanda said as she slipped into bed next to you. Nat seemed unbothered as she started to clean the floor.

“‘M sorry Nat. Im gross” You said and Nat hushed you.

“Honestly y/n im more worried about you than cleaning the floor. I’ve delt with so much worse.” She said with a small smile. You nodded swollowing back tears and curled into wandas chest. Now it was wanda who spoke. “Honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.” She soothed. She was laid on her side blocking your view of the floor as she rubbed patterns on your back.

A moment later a knock sounded on the door and nat walked over and opened it.

“Ew it smells gross in here. What are you guys doing?” Yelena asked you grumbled somthing into wandas chest and flipped off yelena.

“Y/n was sick.” Nat said “Yelena can you tell steve we’re not coming on the walk.” Nat asked and yelena nodded before leaving to find steve.

When yelena left wanda looked down at you. “Love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.” She said as you grumbled somthing and smushed your face further into her chest. Wanda carefuly peeled you back from her and laid a hand on your forehead.

“Hmmm still a little warm but im not sure.” You closed your eyes and felt her remove her hand, a moment later another cool hand pressed to your cheek, wearily opening yoiur eyes you saw Nat looking down at you.

“Your right Wands she’s a little warm but nothing too bad. I can grab a cool cloth for her if you’d like?” Nat offered.

“That would be great thank you natasha.” Wanda said. Nat nodded and returned a moment later with a damp red cloth. She laid it over your closed eyes and you hummed in content.

“That good y/n/n?” Wanda asked chuckling and you nodded slighlty. “Good.” She said placing a kiss on the crown on your head. Another few minutes passed and Nat went and sat on the edge of the bed. The bed was huge thanks to tonys money and could easily fit four or five people.

A knock sounded on the door again and you winced at the sound. Wanda covered your ears with her hands and called softly for the person to come in. Yelena opened the door and flopped down on the bed kicking her shoes off.

“Shes not contagoius right? Cuz i dont feel like puking my guts out later.” Yelena said and natsha rolled her eyes.

“Shes got a migraine.” Nat deadpanned.

“Oh ok. In that case do yeed anything y/n/n” yelana said patting your leg.

“No.” You muttered.

“Cool. Well steve was annoyed but the four of us can stay here while they go on a walk. I was thinking we could watch somthing.” She said and wiggled up on the bed next to Nat. All four of you laid on the bed now and there was still room. Yelena was next to Nat who was next to wanda who you were currently cuddled into.

“Y/n what do you want to watch?” Nat asked.

“Ask wanda im probably not going to watch it and can you put the volume on soft for me please?” You whispered the red cloth still over your eyes.

“Sure. Wanda?” Nat asked.

“Can we watch a sitcom?” Wanda said sheepishly.

“I dont see why not. Any in particular?” Nat said.

“What about the dick van dyk show?” You said and wanda nodded.

“Coming right up.” Nat said scrolling before she found it and pressed play. You began to drift to sleep which is exaclty where the boys found you a couple hours later. In a cuddle pile with wanda, natsha and yelena all curled around you on the big bed.

It was good to have a family that loved you. And it was even better to have that family be the avengers.

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[therealdisneyfan2319]

A Glass of Wine | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Natasha and Yelena take Wanda out for a night at the bar after Vision dumps her.  Before they can set her up with someone, she receives a surprise from a stranger across the bar

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: This was a request I received on Wattpad from @gingerninja93.  Please go check them out because their work is GREAT!  Also this was SO👏MUCH👏FUN👏 to write!  Enjoy!

“Wanda, I don’t care if you’re in your underwear or completely naked.  You’re coming to the bar with us and that’s that!”  Yelena was practically dragging Wanda out of her bed.

“But I don’t want to go to the bar,” the redhead protested.  “Besides I already told Nat that I’ll start dating again when I’m ready.”

“Don’t care, you’re going.  We’re going to be your wing women and you’re not leaving until you have a date!” Yelena was rummaging through Wanda’s closets looking for something for her to wear.

“Okay fine!  Can you please just stop going through my stuff?!  I’ll get dressed!” She ripped a revealing red dress from Yelena’s hands.

Yelena threw her hands up in defensive exasperation.  “Get dressed.  Nat’s leaving in ten.”  She walked towards the bedroom door before pausing to turn back to the witch.  “Make sure you look hot,” she added before slamming the door shut behind her.  Wanda let out a loud groan and flopped back on the bed.

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“I still don’t understand why you dragged me out here,” pouted Wanda.  She was seated at the bar, Natasha and Yelena on either side of her.  She wanted to be at home in bed, not out at the dark, loud, very public bar.

“Because,” Natasha drolled.  “You've spent too much time at home in bed ever since Vision dumped you and frankly it’s getting pretty pathetic.”

“Very pathetic,” Yelena emphasized.  “So come on, let’s have a good time tonight!  Besides, you look hot.”  She leaned on the bar around Wanda to look at her sister.  “Am I right, Natasha?  Doesn’t she look hot?”

“You look amazing, Wanda,” Natasha replied, grabbing Wanda’s face and planting a series of wet kisses on her cheek.

Wanda pushed Nat away from her.  “Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop.”  She felt herself getting more annoyed at the widows by the second.

“You know what you need?  You need a drink!”  Nat motioned to the bartender.  “Three tequila shots please!”  Yelena rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“Tequila?  Really?  What are we in college or something?”  If there’s one thing Wanda hated it was shots.  And if there’s one thing she hated more than shots it was tequila shots.

“Oh come on, little miss grumpy pants.  Be a good sport!” Yelena coaxed.  Wanda slumped down in her stool, completely over the evening.

I just want a glass of red wine, she thought.  I want to be at home, in my underwear, with a glass of red wine and some peace and quiet.

The bartender had set out three shot glasses and filled them each with tequila.  The clear liquid sloshed over the sides of the glasses and onto the dark wooden bar.  Natasha reached over to slide the drinks to Wanda and Yelena, saving one for herself.  “Well, bottoms up!”  She upended the glass into her mouth, draining the liquid in one quick gulp.  Yelena did the same.  Wanda took the small glass in her hand, sighed, and threw it back.  The liquid burned her throat all the way down.  Slamming the shot glass back down on the bar, she felt an immediate warmth spread throughout her body as the alcohol started to take effect.

“So here’s the deal.” Nat said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.  “We’re going to find you a man.”

Wanda turned to look at Natasha.  “Tasha, I told you.  I’ll start dating again once I’m ready.”

“Wanda come on, it’s been what, four months?”

“It’s actually been six!” interjected Yelena.

“Six months?!  Are you kidding me?” Natasha was flabbergasted.  “Well we are going to find you a man tonight, don’t you worry.”

“Hell yeah we will,” Yelena answered.  “We’re your wing women!”  She drew her elbows in and flapped her hands.  “You know, like birds?”

Both Natasha and Wanda stared at Yelena, dumbstruck looks plastered on their faces.  “You’re an idiot,” Natasha said, shaking her head.  “Okay, keep your eyes peeled for men who look single, groups of men, good looking men, young m-”

Natasha was interrupted by the bartender, a kindly old gentleman.  He was sliding a glass of red wine towards Wanda.  “Pardon me, miss, but it’s from the gentleman over there.”  He gestured with his head behind him to his left.  “He told me to tell you, and I believe I remember his exact words, ‘If a beautiful lady wants a red wine then she’ll have a red wine.’”

Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson as she mumbled some sort of thank you.  Natasha and Yelena’s jaws nearly hit the floor.  As she grabbed the wine she glanced across the bar.  She caught sight of a man sitting directly across from her.  He was lost in his Manhattan.  Wanda watched him stir the amber liquid around the glass with the cocktail straw, his wrist slowing ever so slightly whenever the straw was closest to her.  His face was half in shadow but she saw that he was ruggedly handsome.  She locked eyes with him and realized he had the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes she’d ever seen.

For the first time in a long time she felt her heart skip a beat.  She felt herself staring: he did too, as evidenced by the smirk that appeared on his lips.  He took a sip of his liquor, not breaking eye contact with her as his tongue searched for the straw.  Her breath hitched as his lips closed around the thin dark straw.

“Oh.  My.  GOD WANDA GO TALK TO HIM!” Yelena whisper-screamed as she hit Wanda repeatedly on the arm.  “I mean the man’s basically eye fucking you right now.”  That was true.  There was a certain spark in his eye, something mischievous that Wanda was starting to find extremely sexy.

“Wanda, I swear if you don’t walk over to that man and talk to him right now I will drop kick you onto his lap,” Natasha hissed in her ear.

“Wait, but we didn’t get to do our job,” Yelena pouted.  She shoved her bottom lip out.  “I wanted to be a bird, a wing woman.”

“Okay, yes, it does suck we didn’t get to be wing women but I mean…look at him.” She gestured to the mysterious man in the dark.

Swallowing hard, Wanda stood up from her barstool, grabbed her glass of wine, and slowly traipsed around the bar to the mysterious man in the back.  He was alone so she chose the seat immediately to his left and sat down.  She didn’t say anything.  Neither did he.  She swirled the wine around her glass, watching it stain the sides red.  He continued to sip on his Manhattan.  She wanted to speak but her stomach was in knots.  She had a burning question for him that needed to be answered.

“You’re wondering how I knew about the red wine, aren’t you?”  He didn’t look at her as he spoke.  His voice was deep and smooth with a musical lilt.  She nodded, looking at the far edge of the bar.  She was embarrassed at how red her face was.

You’re not the only telepath here, Wanda.

A gasp escaped her lips as his voice echoed through her head.  She’d only read minds before, never having been subjected to that act herself.  The invasion of her mind was a new sensation…and she didn’t hate it.

“I’m Y/N,” he said.

“Wanda,” she replied, completely flustered.  “But you just said my name, didn’t you?”

He chuckled as he ran his hands through his slicked-back Y/H/C hair.  “Yeah, guess I did.  Big fan.  Love your work.”  She giggled and turned to look at him.  He looked suave in his leather jacket and dark denim jeans.  He was nothing like the men Wanda had been attracted to in the past; something about him felt new, exciting, dangerous even.  His eyes were trying to tell her a story and she found herself getting lost in them.  That is until she found his lips.  They were absolutely entrancing.  She wondered how they would feel pressed against her own…

“I’m not a stalker or anything.  God, please don’t get that impression from me,” he begged,  “Sorry.  I just think you’re absolutely beautiful.  And there was no way I was going to let a beautiful woman like you go without a glass of red wine.”  She noticed that his face was starting to turn the slightest shade of red.  She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or not.

She relaxed a bit, resting her elbow on the counter as she turned her entire body to face him.  “So why did you read my mind?” she asked as she sipped on the dry merlot.

“Why not?” he shot back as he cocked an eyebrow.  “Thought I’d see if I had a chance.  But it doesn’t seem like you want to be here, does it?”

“My friends dragged me here.  They said it’s time for me to put myself out there again,” she huffed as she pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

“And what did you say again?” He stroked his chin quizzically.  “That you wanted to be at home with a glass of red wine, in your underwear, in peace and quiet?”

“That sounds about right,” she smiled back.

Y/N leaned in close to Wanda, his voice barely above a whisper.  “Well you’ve got your wine, but this isn’t the most appropriate place for me to strip you down to your underwear, is it?”  He had a mischievous look in his eyes, a devilish smirk on his lips.  Wanda felt herself growing hotter by the second.  He leaned in even closer, his lips millimeters from her ear.  “And with what I’m thinking about doing after that, you won’t be able to keep very quiet.”  She moaned softly as he started to run his hand up her thigh.  “What do you think of that?” he teased.

Wanda slammed her hand over the one that was snaking up her thigh.  She looked Y/N dead in the eye, her pupils wide with desire.

I think you and I better get out of here before I make you take me right here on this bar

“Hey Tony, put it on my tab.  Same for her friends.”  Y/N stood and slapped a twenty on the bar.  “It’s the black Porsche,” he whispered into Wanda’s ear.  “You’ve got two minutes.”  He zipped up his leather jacket before he headed to the exit.

Wanda’s legs felt like jelly but she somehow managed to stumble her way back to Yelena and Nat, who were both nursing beers.

“Don’t wait up,” she whispered through gritted teeth as she grabbed her purse.

Natasha’s eyes widened.  “I told you so,” she smirked as she took another swig of her beer.

“Make sure he’s got protection!” Yelena yelled before Natasha shushed her.

Wanda’s legs still felt weak as she made her way to the door..  As she reached the exit, she heard a familiar voice in her head again.

If you think it’s hard to walk now, just wait until I’m done with you later

[toldthatdevil]

The Best Friend Break-Up | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: just some sadness

Content: sad fic, fluff, comfort, big sis nat

a/n: I hope you're getting through okay anon, I'm sure things will turn around with time, especially if you both have been friends for so long

You huddled on your bed as tears streamed down your face, the feeling of guilt and regret weighing too heavily on your chest. A replay of the bitter argument you had with your best friend of 15 years kept echoing in your head.

Through your cries, you heard a faint sound - the soft creak of your bedroom door. Quickly, you wiped your cheeks and turned around to see Natasha in your doorway. 

“Hey,” Natasha said softly, you could see the concern filling her eyes as she looked at you. “What’s going on?”

“Nat,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I just…I don’t know what to do. Everything’s falling apart, and I can’t fix it.”

Natasha stepped into the room and closed the door gently behind her, her eyes filled with concern as she took in your tear-stained face. Wordlessly she crossed the room to sit down beside you on the bed, her arms immediately pulling you into a tight hug.

“Shh, it’s okay , Natasha whispered softly. “You don’t have to hold it in. Let it out.”

You clung to her, your sobs coming in waves. You could hear Natasha’s steady heartbeat beneath her chest which helped to  ground you in the moment as you tried to regain your composure. Her fingers were busy tracing soothing patterns down your back, offering you all the sense of security she knew you needed.

A few minutes passed, your tears subsiding into hiccups, leaving you feeling exhausted. Natasha’s touch on you remained gentle, as she helped comfort you. She didn’t press for answers, just sat with you until you were ready to talk.

“You can take your time,” Natasha reassured.

You took a few deep breaths to compose yourself before trying to speak, voice barely above a whisper. “I messed up, Nat. I messed up so bad. I hurt someone I care about so much, and now they won’t even talk to me. I don’t know how to fix it.”

Natasha continued to rub soothing circles on your back as she spoke, her words filled with understanding. “Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, we say things we don’t mean. It does’t make it right, but what’s important now is what you do next.”

You clung to her tighter, vision starting to blur once more. “But what if i’ve ruined everything, Nat? What if I can’t make things right?”

Natasha pulled you back to meet your gaze. “If you genuinely apologise and show that you’re sorry, there’s a good chance they’ll come around. It might take time, but it’s worth trying.”

You nodded. Natasha was right. She always is. Her words were a lifeline and you could feel the weight of your emotions lifting slightly, hope making its way into your chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice filled with sincerity. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Natasha’s arms around you tightened as she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You never have to thank me,” she replied softly. “That’s what I’m here for, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

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[miscfandomwrites]

Riding Lessons

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Student! Reader

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: None?

Words: 600ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“Natasha!” I yelled into the garage over the dull roar of the motorcycle engine. I was in the middle of a study session (which for once I was actually studying) when she decided to start tinkering in the garage. 

The engine cut, and the red head popped up from behind the bike. 

“Hey, милая. Did I bother you?” She asked, wiping her forehead with a rag, smudging grease on it in the process.

I huffed a laugh at her and headed over and took the rag from her, wiping her forehead.

“I was studying.” I said as I tossed the rag to the side, grabbing her outstretched hand and helping her stand. 

She winced. “Sorry, I didn’t know.” The look on her face was apologetic, and she grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. 

“I can be quieter” 

“It’s fine, I was barely into it anyway. It’s the fourth time today I’ve tried to get into the headspace and I think I’m done for now.” 

“Are you sure? We can go to the library or maybe a coffee shop and work-'' She started as she went over and started picking up

“No, seriously Nat, it’s okay!” I chucked as she was already starting to close up the garage. She slowed her actions but didn’t stop them.

I sighed and went over to her bike, picking up the rag and finding a clean one to wipe the bike down. Looks like she was finally changing the tires. 

“Hey Nat,” I started, still wiping the bike down. 

“Yes, милая?” She replied, still sorting and putting tools into the large tool box. 

“Can you teach me how to ride?” 

She paused, and turned to look towards me, her face lit up with a grin. 

“You’re sure?” She questioned, gesturing to the bike. 

“Yeah, I want to learn.” 

“Okay, give me fifteen minutes to finish this and then I’ll show you.”

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Dressed in a pair of jeans, my battered converse, and one of Nat’s hoodies, I padded back into the garage where Nat was finishing wiping down the bike. 

“Hey, princess. Are you ready to learn?” She asked me as I headed towards her. 

I nodded and she motioned towards the bike. “Since we don’t get much traffic, I’m actually going to have you ride a bit down the road.” she told me as I swung my leg over the bike and straddled it. Usually I was the one behind Natasha, but this time it was switched, with her behind me. 

“Okay, we’re gonna take this slow, okay princess?” she murmured from behind me, wrapping her arms around my wait and setting her head on my shoulder.

“It’s a bit like a bike, those two front levers are the brakes, and that is the throttle, or the gas. And by your feet are the breaks. Now, I want you to slowly let off the brakes and turn the throttle. Slowly..” She told me as I followed her instructions. 

The bike slowly started to move, and soon enough we rolled out onto the driveway. 

“Good! You’re doing really good, babe. Now squeeze the throttle and give her a little more gas.” 

I did that, and the bike moved faster until we were out onto the street. Turns out it almost exactly like riding a bike, but that still didn’t stop me from being a nervous wreck. 

We spent about fifteen minutes just riding around the block slowly, before I pulled back into the driveway and turned the bike off, exhausted. 

Natasha huffed a laugh. “Bit harder than you thought, princess?” 

I nodded and slid off the bike, stretching. “It’s pretty nice though, I’ll give you that.” 

“Good, because I’m getting you one.”

“You’re WHAT?” 

And with that Natasha booked in into the house, laughing like a maniac as I chased after her demanding answers.

[itsthewritergal]

please, Bucky - B.Barnes x plus sized!reader

Summary: Y/N never gets hit on at the bar, until Bucky finds out... 

TW: Mention of ‘fat’ once or twice, mention of drinking, self-consciousness (think that’s it but let me know!) 

The doors of the lift creaked open and out fell Nat, Sam, and Peter, with a loud laugh and a thud on the floor, Wanda and Y/N stepped out behind them. 

“You all okay?” Steve asked from his seat on the sofa, all he got as a response was another round  of laughter attracting Tony and Bucky’s attention. 

“I’ll go get some water” Bucky said, it wasn’t a secret that crowds of drunk people terrified him, it was one of the main reasons he always skipped out of team nights out. He hurried out of the room in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Good night out I’m guessing?” Tony said 

“Yeah!” Nat agreed enthusiastically, swaying on her feet as she stood up, Y/N stood behind the group her feet shifting uncomfortably on the spot. 

“You all had a good night?” Steve asked, eyeing up Y/N’s glossed over eyes and lack of smile. “Yeah it was fine” Y/N replied hoping Steve would drop the interrogation which was looming 

Bucky returned with a few bottles of water, he handed them to each of the team who had now relocated to the sofas. Y/N was last 

“Here” He said softly passing the cool water over to her before taking his usual seat next to Y/N, 

“Thanks” She muttered before taking a sip of the water 

“And then this guy just kissed me! Right there in the middle of the club!” Nat continued her story Y/N hadn’t even notice she had started. Bucky sensed her tensing up beside him 

“That guy really took on more than he could chew huh?” Bucky whispered to Y/N who mustered up a tight lipped smile

“What about you?” Tony said tipping his head over to Y/N

“Huh?” She replied 

“Y/N?” Sam laughed “She’s too proper for that” He added with a smirk 

“Not even a kiss?” Tony pushed “Not Y/N, she’s the trustworthy one” Nat laughed as her head lolled to the side 

“We had fun though” Wanda said, Y/N knew she was sensing the discomfort growing in the room 

“Yeah we did” Y/N agreed hoping for the subject to be changed, She shifted again in her seat, Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulder as a desperate attempt to get her to relax a little 

“Ooh did I tell you about the girl who hit on Peter?!” Nat said 

“No you didn’t!’ Tony said “did spider-boy over here got some?!” He grinned 

“I’m going to head to bed I don't think I need to hear this” Steve laughed

“Cap’s got the right idea, I’ll see you all in the morning” Bruce added, following Steve’s footsteps out of the common room area. 

“Well what happened was Peter was dancing to this stupid song which none of us knew and then—” Nat started

Y/N rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder, the weight made Bucky sigh softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her head. 

“Doll?” Bucky said not used to Y/N being this close to him 

“Think I’m going to go to bed, don’t want to hear this story again” She whispered 

“Want me to come and help you get ready?” Bucky asked, he often was the one Y/N came to when she was drunk and needing help 

“I’ve got it Buck” She said standing up and leaving the room without another word. The moment the door closed, Nat’s ears perked up 

“Did someone leave?” She asked obliviously. Bucky felt the anger bubble up inside him, everyone knew Nat became the centre of attention when she was drinking but suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore. Bucky stood up and left the common room in search for Y/N — — — — — 

Y/N had tucked herself into her bed, a movie playing on her laptop quietly. She didn’t care enough to look up when the door opened, she already knew it was Bucky without even looking up it was always Bucky. 

“Hey doll” He said sitting himself on the bed next to her, 

“Come lay with me?” She asked and Bucky did just as she asked, he stayed above the covers. Despite them blurring the lines of friendship one too many times Bucky knew this was a line he couldn’t step over, 

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in your pretty head?” He asked, Y/N practically sobbed and hid her face into her pillow “Hey hey hey” Bucky said pulling her into his chest 

“I’m sorry” She whispered 

“No apologise baby, just tell me what’s going on” Bucky said gently 

“Don’t want to go out again Buck” She whispered 

“Did someone do something?” Bucky asked, the question only made Y/N cry harder 

“Please Buck” she cried, it was obvious she didn’t want to go into any details but Bucky’s anger couldn’t prevent the following questions

“Did someone touch you? Did they hurt you baby?” He knew he was making things worse in his own head but he couldn’t stop the thoughts. 

“Buck leave it” Y/N said shifting herself away from Bucky, 

“Baby I need to know what’s going on” He said, he’d never used the nickname as much as he head tonight but something just snapped inside him, it made him feel just that little bit closer to Y/N. 

“Buck I’m fine,” Y/N started

“Don’t give me that shit Y/N” Bucky said “I need to know what happened to you” 

“Nothing happened to me!” Y/N suddenly shouted, 

“What?” Bucky asked 

“Nothing happened, nobody even looked at me. Even Peter got attention tonight,” She huffed calming herself down a little 

“Nobody?” Bucky said almost in disbelief “But you looked a million bucks baby” 

“Nobody ever hits on me,” she said pulling the covers further over herself 

“Never?” Bucky said 

“Fat girls don’t get hit on Buck, I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Y/N said “Can we please just sleep?” 

“Come here baby” Bucky said allowing for Y/N to snuggle into his arms. 

— — — — — — 

“Y/N its girls night why aren’t you ready?” Nat said stepping into the common room where Y/N sat in sweats 

“Not feeling it” She replied taking another spoonful of ice cream 

“What do you mean you’re not feeling it?” Wanda asked concern filling her voice 

“Just not” Y/N replied 

Wanda and Nat shared a concerned look, Y/N rarely ever turned a night out down. Yet here they were, 

“We can find you a new dress?” 

“From where?” Y/N challenged 

“Uh, well I didn’t that far ahead” Wanda admitted 

“I don’t want to go” Y/N said 

“You might meet the man of your dreams tonight” Nat tried to persuade her, 

“Not helping” 

“We can dance all night?” Wanda said 

“Go on Y/N it’ll be fun” Bucky said prodding her with his foot, he had been listening in. 

“I’ve already said I don’t want to” 

“It’s not girls night without you” Nat huffed

“You might have a good time?” Bucky said softly, stealing Y/N’s attention away from the girls. 

“Buck leave it” She said 

“Please Y/N” Nat whined flopping onto Y/N’s lap 

“Nat please I really don't want to” She said 

“20 minutes,” Nat said looking to her with pleading eyes 

“Nat—”

“I’ll buy all your drinks” 

“Nat—-”

“I’ll stay with you all night and we can just dance?” 

“No men?” “No men” Nat promised, 

“No men” Wanda promised 

“Fine, 20 minutes, I don’t pay for my drinks and no men” Y/N confirmed, standing up as Nat and Wanda cheered behind her. 

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Y/N had been dancing for fifteen minutes and she was religiously watching the clock on her phone tick away, there wasn’t a single bone in her body which wanted to be there. Especially not with the wandering eyes on Nat and Wanda, Y/N knew there were none on her.She had barely drunk a single drink, not caring enough to get drunk. Her tight black dress was getting tighter the more she moved and it was sitting in all the wrong places, making Y/N get more and more self conscious.  Her fingers kept pulling at the fabric trying to tug it away from her stomach. 

She tried to dance with Nat and Wanda, the last thing she wanted to do was ruin their night. But there just wasn’t a single positive that Y/N could find. Especially when a man wrapped his arm around Nat’s waist 

“Hey baby” He whispered into Nat’s ear

“Hey,” she grinned up at the man 

“Wanna drink?” He asked, Nat turned to Y/N and Wanda with pleading eyes, 

“Go on” Y/N said, the ‘no men’ rule going out the window. Wanda was captivated by a man who was dancing near her, Y/N was about ready to go home, 

 Until a hand wrapped around her waist. She froze, she hadn’t ever been in this situation before, she had no idea how to act. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” A voice whispered into her ear, Y/N took a deep breath and turned around instantly she was met with Bucky’s blue eyes staring down at her. 

“Buck what are you doing here?” She said the anger bubbling up as she turned back to Wanda who was dancing with the other man 

“I just want to dance with a pretty girl” He said calmly

“Buck you don’t have to do this” Y/N said with a sigh 

“I’m not doing it because I have to, I’m doing it because I want to. Now are you going to let me buy you a drink?” 

“Buck go home” She said 

“Not until I buy you a drink” Bucky said

“Go on Y/N! Get some!!” Wanda whooped as she danced

“Come on baby please?” Bucky said slinging an arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to his warm body, 

“Fine, just one” Y/N said, allowing Bucky to coax her towards the bar, 

“Thats my baby” He said pressing a kiss to her forehead, Y/N paused for a second her and Bucky had never acted like this before. 

“Thank you Buck” Y/N whispered finally allowing her walls to come down, if it wasn’t for Bucky’s hearing he wouldn’t have heard it, “Don’t thank me, I’m just doing what I’ve wanted to for years” Bucky said pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek as he ordered her favourite drink. The moment the bartender passed it over to Y/N, they found a secluded corner of the bar, 

“For years?” Y/N repeated Bucky’s words 

“Ever since I met you” Bucky whispered, Y/N took a sip of her drink her anxiety getting the better of her “Baby,” He pushed for a reply

“Buck, I felt the same” She said, Bucky took the drink from her hands and placed it down on the bar, returning quickly he placed a hand on her cheek, his lips dangerous close to hers. He stopped millimetres away from her lips, pausing he said, 

“Tell me you want this” 

“Buck” Y/N whispered 

“Need you to say yes baby” Bucky said 

“Yes, please Bucky” Y/N said. 

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[togrowoldinv]

Dinner and a Show

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha calls you to the firehouse and puts on a show for you

Warnings: Kissing, grinding, pole dancing, allusions to more

Note: Woohoo more firefighter Nat! This is a part of my Burning Red AU. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates!

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Natasha rests her cheek on your chest as you relax in bed together. Her soft red hair feels like heaven as you run your hand through it.

“Any plans for this weekend?” You break the comfortable silence the two of you were in.

She lifts her head and shifts to lean on her elbow and look down at you. Her hand comes to your cheek softly and her thumb rubs your cheek softly.

“I have to work,” she says with a small pout. You want to lean up and kiss it away. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you assure her. “You go be a hero and we can see each other on Monday or Tuesday?”

“Sounds good, sweetheart. I have a shift in,” she breaks to look at her watch, “about thirty minutes. Damn, I have to get going.”

“Please don’t go,” you playfully beg her with a pout of your own.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she says. “I promise.”

She leaves you with a kiss. You watch as her perfect body floats out of the room.

The day drags by slowly and by the next morning all you can think about is Natasha. And it appears she’s thinking about you too as your phone rings.

“Hey sweetheart,” her raspy voice comes through the phone.

“Hi Natasha. How’s work going?”

“It’s pretty slow. Most of the crew is out today working at an event, but I’m manning the station,” Natasha explains.

“I see.”

“I miss you,” she blurts out. It hasn’t bern that long since you got together, but missing each other comes so naturally.

“I miss you too,” you say. “What time do you get off tonight? I actually think I can’t wait until Monday to see you.”

You swear you can hear her thinking on the other end of the line.

“Why don’t you come by for dinner? I’ll make you something here and we can eat together,” Natasha suggests.

“Is that allowed?”

“There’s no rule against it. See you at 6?” She asks.

“Sounds perfect,” you agree.

Remembering your first time at the firehouse, you take your time to get ready to see Natasha. You go casual with the outfit, but under your clothes you wear red lingerie that you know she loves.

When you get to the firehouse, she meets you at the door. She hugs you tightly.

“You look great,” you tell her.

“Mm, so do you,” she compliments. “Come with me.”

The smirk on her face should’ve been indication that you’re here for much more than just dinner, but you are too distracted by her in her uniform to notice her motives.

She stops walking before you get to the kitchen.

“So, I was thinking maybe I’d give you dinner and a show,” Natasha says. It’s then you notice her hand on the firefighter’s pole.

“Oh-“

“If you want, of course.”

“I want,” you blurt out maybe a little too quickly. “I want a lot.”

“Perfect. Sit down, baby,” she instructs you. You sit in the chair that she conveniently had in the room.

You watch on as Nat slips off her jacket. She went with a tank top and you try to memorize the shape of her muscles. Nat walks towards you and straddles your lap. She hovers over you, but doesn’t dare to touch you where you want her most. You try move your hands to her arms, but she stops you. She pins them to your sides.

“Be a good girl and don’t touch me, okay? Not until I’m done at least. Then maybe I will you let touch me,” Nat commands. You nod. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Okay, yes.”

She leaves your lap after a deep kiss to your lips. You watch as she waltzes to the pole. You had no idea she could do this, but by the way she expertly moves around it, she’s done this before.

She keeps eye contact with you as she slides down the pole and then takes off her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. The way her breasts look as she moves onto the pole again threatens to make you audibly moan.

Nat ditches her pants along the way too and she’s wearing lacy underwear.

“Natasha,” you whine her name as she finishes her dance and moves towards you.

“Would you like to fuck me?” She asks. You look at her with wide eyes. Your face is hot from the way she looks at you.

“Yes please,” you say.

She settles on your lap once again, but this time she lets you touch her. Your hands go to her breasts and she moans. Her head dips back in pleasure as you lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, yes,” Natasha says. “Keep going.”

You switch breasts and she grinds herself against your thigh. You wish you could feel her wetness against you.

Suddenly, there’s a siren blaring throughout the firehouse.

“Shit,” Natasha says, but she doesn’t stop her grinding.

“Natasha,” you mumble against her chest. “The alarm.”

“I know, I know,” she says with a sigh.

She stands up abruptly and throws her clothes back on. You pout as she walks to kiss you goodbye.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll finish this later. Keep that lingerie on, please?”

“How did you-“

“I know things,” she says with a smirk. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You stand up and Natasha kisses you goodbye. She tries to linger but the sirens are calling her name.

She hops in the truck and drives off into the road. You are awestruck at her heroics once again.

You’re not going to forget what you saw today for a long time.

And you can’t wait for Natasha to get home tonight.

[kaunis-sielu]

Sick: End

You stare up at him for a moment before it clicks that he’s up, he seems totally fine.

“St-Steve.” A sob breaks the word and he scoops you up off of the floor.

“Hi Sweetheart.” You pull his mouth to yours with your good arm and kiss him soundly.

“I fuckin’ missed the shit out of you.”

“Let’s get your arm taken care of then we can get back into this so we can make out some more later.” He offers and you laugh, you’re fairly certain it’s the first time you’ve really laughed since Sam got sick.

Steve carries you to the med bay and Helen nearly drops the equipment she’s using.

“Steve. You’re already back to normal?”

“I’m a little sore but other than that? I feel fine. Besides, my woman was getting her arm stomped on and I wasn’t going to let that happen.” Helen seems to realize you’re cradling your arm and she snaps out of her daze.

“Into the cradle.” She says before she announces, “Ladies. Rogers is up and ready to kick some ass.” You hear the cheer through your comm piece.

“Tony?” Pepper asks and you look over Steve’s shoulder at him.

“Not yet, but his vitals look great.” Shit, you suddenly realize that you never pulled the sleep off of Tony.

“Steve, I need to get the sleep off Tony. Now.” He doesn’t look thrilled but Steve changes direction and the second you pull the sleep away Tony’s eyes snap open and he sits up with a gasp.

“Pepper! He’s up!” You tell her and she laughs.

“Tell him I’ll be there as soon as this is over.”

“Tony relax, Pepper will be in soon.” You tell him as Steve brings you to the cradle. It’ll only take minutes for it to work, it’s an incredible piece of medical technology.

Once you’re out of the cradle you and Steve head back into the fight. It doesn’t take long to finish off the few stragglers and the girls come into the room, several give Steve a hug or in Carol’s case they shadow box one another. Pepper rushes to Tony and the two talk softly, he wipes some tears off her face.

“Is everyone okay?” You ask as Nat comes swaggering in and she nods. Everyone is locked up downstairs and no major injuries, I’d call it a success.

“Nox was hurt but we already put her in the cradle.” Helen says as she bustles past with all of the vials of vaccines. “Jemma! I need help administering these. Shuri and Betty can you get started on more?” The other three women jump into action and you follow Helen, pulling the sleep off of your friends, Steve follows closely behind you like a shadow. The second you pull the sleep off of the last man, a lower level agent whose name you don’t know, exhaustion rolls through you and Steve’s arm circles your waist like an iron band.

“You need to sleep Sweetheart.”

“I slept when you were sleeping.” You argue, you don’t want to leave the party.

“Nox, you went through a battle, used your powers there, were put in the cradle then used your powers again. I know it’s important to be around and see everyone but I’m worried about you.” When you just sigh softly he continues, “wanna just be selfish and have you all to myself Honey.” That’s what gets you. Steve rarely asks for anything, he’s rarely selfish and for him to admit that and ask for you alone is enough.

“Okay.” Steve weaves his fingers through yours then leads you out of the common room and to the elevator. Neither of you say anything until you get back to your room.

“Do you wanna shower?” You ask as the door swings shut behind you, Steve nods, tired eyes meeting yours.

“Join me?”

“Of course. I want you to sit down. We still don’t know all the shit this put you through.”

“Me?” He looks surprised, “you had to figure it all out, you had to save me.”

“I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t.” You tell him, as he follows you into the bathroom. You turn on the shower then start to peel off you clothes when you look over your shoulder at him Steve hasn’t moved. “Steve? You okay?”

“Yea, just thinking.” He says giving you a little half smile before stripping off his clothing and joining you in the shower. You spend most of the time under the hot spray just wrapped in his arms. You hadn’t been able to admit to yourself that this moment almost hadn’t been a possibility. It was a miracle that everything went well, not that it was easy but you had him back. Once you finish your shower you change into pajamas, boxers for him, underwear and one of his shirts for you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask him softly and Steve gives you a little half smile.

“Somehow I’m just fuckin’ exhausted.”

“I mean, they did put your body through a lot.” You tell him sliding onto your bed, “I missed the hell out of you.”

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that Sweetheart. I could hear you though, the whole time. It was like, I couldn’t just pull out of the fog enough to talk to you.” It sounds like hell,

“That sounds horrible.”

“I mean it wasn’t fun but at least I knew you were alive.” Your heart breaks for him, you know that he’s got lots of regrets from before you, things that he’s told you and some that he hasn’t, and you know that protecting you is high on his list of priorities.

“I love you.” You tell him carding your fingers through his hair,

“Then marry me?” Your hand stills in his hair and your eyes fly open.

“What?”

“I’ve had a ring hidden in Buck’s room for a while, just kept waiting for the right time. But this made me think, what the hell am I waiting for?”

“You wanna marry me?” You breathe and he gives you a sweet smile.

“Hell yea I do Sweetheart. What do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Absolutely.” You tell him pressing your mouth to his. Steve pulls you flush against him and rolls you so you’re underneath him.

“Want me to go get that ring?” He asks when he pulls away, both of you breathing hard.

“Tomorrow. We both need sleep and so does Bucky.”

“Okay.” He agrees and you wrap your leg around his hip and twist him so that he falls to the bed next to you then you slide on top of him. Steve’s hands rest on your back as you lay on top of him you wait until he’s asleep before you finally fully relax and slowly fall asleep.

The next morning you wake up with Steve kneeling next to your bed with a ring in his hand. It’s an oval cut with small curly parts around the diamond and is set in gold.

“Didn’t wanna put it on you until you were awake but I didn’t want to wait either.” He says with a sheepish grin.

“What time is it?”

“5:45.”

“In the morning? Steve.” You groan dropping your face into your pillow.

“Sooner you get this ring on the sooner we can go back to sleep.” He suggests and you can’t help the grin on your face. You give him your hand and he slips the ring on, you watch him as he does and the pleased look on his face makes your heart race.

“Perfect.” You mutter before holding it up and staring at it in the early morning light. “Now, get your ass back in this bed. You know the saying? Happy wife happy life.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says climbing back into bed with you, you lay with your head on his shoulder, his arm curled around you and your left hand on his chest. You watch as your hand raises and falls as he breathes and you can’t believe how fucking happy you are.

“Oh my god. We should go sleep on the couch like this and see who notices first.” You say but when you look up at him Steve is already asleep again. You smile softly then close your eyes, you’re going to marry him and you’re going to spend the rest of your life loving him.

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[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 15- It's a Wild One!

Summary: Y/n celebrates her first birthday surrounded by her tiger friends and family.

The apartment was chaotic to say the least. Everyone was getting ready for your birthday party which was just a day away. Since your hospital stay your grandparents have taken turns with Yelena and Kate to watch you. There was never a time when you weren’t by yourself. 

You stood up in your playpen and held onto the handles of your standing activity walker that your auntie Kate had bought you. Of course every time you stood up everyone would stop what they were doing to watch you. Although you had managed to take a few steps with the walker, you still didn’t feel safe enough to walk all on your own. 

Kate sat in front of you as she encouraged you to walk forward. She had been assigned to sit and play with you since she had been standing around in the chaos looking like a lost puppy. “Good job, Y/n! You’re going to be walking before we know it.” 

You giggled as you took small unbalanced steps towards your aunt. You were thankful that your mama’s had invested in footed onesies that had grips on them. 

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“Wanda, are you sure all the invites have been sent out? Also, what time are we supposed to pick up the cake?” Natasha asked as she ran around the apartment making sure that they had everything packed for the party. 

Wanda let out a sigh as she nodded her head, “yes Detka. I am positive. I even had Fury send an invite to Carol. Also, Yelena and Kate are picking up the cake. I think we have everything ready for tomorrow.” 

Natasha let out the breath she had been holding in. “I’m sorry love, I just want Y/n to have the best first birthday ever. 

Melina and Alexei joined in on the conversation, “our little tiger is going to have the best birthday ever! We have the whole zoo to ourselves and our Kate Bishop has set up the best security for the event. What could go wrong?” 

Everyone looked at Kate and gave her a knowing look before everyone let out a chuckle as they recalled the time you had wandered off while you were in her care. 

“Don’t worry on top of Bishop Security, Y/n will have her harness on as well as a tracking device pinned to her birthday outfit. On top of that most of our guests are literal super heroes. I don’t think y/n will be getting into any tiger exhibits this time around.” Kate said as she picked you up and tickled you, earning the sweetest giggles. 

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You sat up in your crib and smiled big when you saw a giant tiger balloon tied to your crib. You made grabby hands at it as you did your best to stand in your crib. 

Nat and Wanda both smiled when they saw that you had woken up on the baby cam. They were both filled with a mixture of emotions at knowing that you were now 1 years old. “Let’s go get our baby ready for her big day.” Nat said as she placed a reassuring kiss on Wanda’s temple. 

“Mama!” You babbled as you finally managed to pull yourself to a standing position. 

“Happy Birthday, Y/n! You’re growing up little tiger. We’re going to have such a fun day today!” Wanda said as she picked you up and cuddled you. She smiled when she saw you sign the word “milk” in sign language. “Are you hungry sweet girl?” 

Again you signed “milk” as you put your fingers in your mouth. 

Wanda worked fast to change your diaper as she had noticed that you were starting to develop a rash. 

After she had changed you she handed you over to Natasha, “the party isn’t until noon so, let’s wait until later to dress her into her party outfit.” Wanda said as she placed your party dress on the changing table. 

Nat laughed as you pulled at her shirt impatiently. She pulled up her shirt and brought you up to her full breast. Since your last checkup, Cho had told them to start transitioning you to solids and that when you turned one that it was okay to give you cow’s milk. She personally didn’t want to wean you from breastmilk. She loved the connection that breastfeeding provided for her. Lovingly she looked down at you as you suckled hungrily.

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Your eyes lit up as your mama Nat carried you through the zoo and you saw tiger balloons everywhere. “Rawrrr!” You roared cutely as you pointed to every balloon that you saw. 

Natasha laughed as she played along with you by roaring and pointing at all of the balloons, “that’s right y/n! All tigey’s go rawr!” Nat of course knew that most tigers don’t actually roar, they make more of a chuffing sound; but explaining that to a one year old would be too difficult. 

As soon as Nat walked through the entrance to the Tiger exhibit your face lit up, as everyone that you loved shouted, “Happy Birthday, y/n!” You squealed happily as you clapped your hands excitedly. Everyone was dressed up in tiger onesies. 

Everyone passed you around admiring how cute you looked in your orange tiger tutu dress. Your mama Wanda had also managed to find tiger print shoes to complete your outfit.

“Can I see y/n? Dad, can I hold her?” Peter asked excitedly as he bounced up and down. He was clearly hyper from drinking a bit too much soda. 

Tony chuckled as he held you in his strong arms, he looked down at his son who absolutely adored you. “Hold on, kiddo. How about you and y/n play in the bounce house? You have to be careful with y/n though, because she doesn’t know how to walk yet. Do you think you can do that, buddy?” 

Peter nodded his head as he looked up at his dad with love and adoration, “I’ll protect her daddy. I’ll be super careful. I pwomise.” 

Tony walked with Peter to the bounce house and helped you crawl inside the entrance which was shaped like a tiger's mouth. 

You giggled as Peter helped you stand up by holding your hands. You felt wobbly as your friend lightly jumped. Your giggles drew everyone’s attention and soon your mama’s were snapping pictures of you and Peter. 

“Look dad! Y/n is jumping with me!” Peter said as he jumped a bit too excitedly. 

You let out a cry as you landed on your bottom, the sudden movement scared you to the point where you felt tears leave your eyes. 

Tony who was standing closest to the entrance was quick to grab you. He could see the panic in his son’s eyes, “it’s alright Bambi. You did nothing wrong.” He said as he tried his best to now comfort two crying littles. 

Wanda was quick to take you into her arms so that she could thoroughly check you for any injuries. She carried you over to where Nat was standing, “I told you that the bounce house wasn’t a good idea.” 

Nat cringed as she bit her lip, “I couldn’t help it. It goes great with the theme; and look Peter is loving it.” Nat let out a laugh as they both looked over at the bounce house and saw that Tony was jumping with Peter and Clint’s kids. “Good thing we packed a first aid kit.” 

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You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you began to suck on your finger. You fussed as you started to feel tired and hungry. 

“Alright everyone, it’s time for cake!” Wanda and Nat both said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Melina placed you in your highchair and placed an orange tiger cupcake in front of you. Alexei carefully lit the candle and held the cupcake in case you tried to grab the flame. 

Yelena and Kate took pictures of everyone singing happy birthday to you. 

Wanda and Natasha helped you blow out the candle as everyone cheered loudly. Even the tigers chuffed happily as you dug your hands into the cupcake in front of you. 

You demolished your cupcake as you had frosting all over your face and all in your hair. All your friends and family ate cake and cupcakes, Peter looked just as messy as you if not messier. 

“Nat, next time remind me to not dress the kid in a white shirt.” Tony laughed and cringed at the same time as he watched Peter’s shirt change from white to orange. 

Pepper piped in, “honey, You should already know that Peter should never wear white. Most of the time he misses his mouth when he eats.” 

The whole table erupted in laughter as they watched you and Peter eat cake. 

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Thankfully Pepper and Wanda had been smart and had packed a change of clothes for you and Peter. “They are going to sleep great tonight.” Pepper said as she could see her sweet boy fighting sleep. 

You felt better once you were less sticky and had a fresh diaper on. You clung to your mama as you placed your head on her shoulder. 

“Aww, y/n. Are you sleepy, malen'kiy” Wanda asked as she rubbed your back, “we still have presents to open and then you can take a nap.” 

Wanda sat you on your play mat that was full of big colorful boxes and bags. Immediately you crawled to the biggest box and pulled at the paper. Ever since Christmas you understood what presents were. 

Melina and Alexei watched excitedly as you crawled over to the present that they had got you. 

Your eyes lit up as you saw that your Dedu and Babu had gifted you a Daniel the Tiger ride along toy. It could be used as a wagon, ride-on, and a scooter for when you grew up. 

Yelena and Kate got you the cutest outfits ever as you were growing out of your clothes. They also gifted you a ball pit with little pastel colored plastic balls. Recently you had discovered how to grab and throw things. 

Wanda of course wasn’t a fan of the ball pit, but she couldn’t be too upset about something that would bring you an endless amount of joy. 

One by one you went through all of the presents; you were surrounded by wrapping paper in every color of the rainbow. Eventually it turned into you and Peter  falling asleep on the giant stuffed animal Tiger that he had gifted you. 

All the party guests gushed over how cute you and Peter looked as you both crashed from the sugar high. Nat, Wanda, and Tony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. 

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The adults all worked together to take down the decorations and clean up the mess of the party. Alexei and the Avengers team worked together to load up all of the gifts in Nat and Wanda’s mom van. 

You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you woke up from your nap. You carefully sat up and looked around for your mama’s. You spotted them cleaning and taking down some of the party decorations.

 “Mama…Mama.” You babbled as you pulled yourself up using the giant stuffed animal to your advantage. Your legs wobbled as you took your first true steps towards your mama’s. 

Nat was the first to hear your sweet babbles, she immediately turned her attention to you, “Wanda turn around! She’s walking!” 

You continued to babble as you walked straight to Wanda and Nat who were now kneeling in front of you with their arms outstretched to you. 

As soon as you reached your mama’s you were scooped up in their arms as they kissed you from head to toe, “You did it! Y/n, you’re such a big girl!” Nat said as she felt tears form in her eyes. Wanda was also a crying mess as they celebrated your milestone. 

Everyone joined in on the celebration and joined in on quite possibly the biggest group hug ever. You revealed the love and joy surrounding you and you couldn’t wait to celebrate many many more birthdays.

[babbygirlblues]

A Fallen Facade (chapter five)

i.e. The One Chance - part V

The next chapter from the One Chance... sometimes things have to fall apart to build something new. (Smut in this chapter, alpha!Nat x omega!Reader)

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It’s been days since your birthday and there’s an awkwardness that’s never before existed between you and Natasha. You haven’t seen her since she dropped you back home. The car ride was quiet with Natasha seemingly with a lot on her mind and unwilling to share it. 

You’ve been lying in bed most of the morning, and not used to so many days away from the red-headed alpha. Moping but have been the best word for it were you ready to admit that was what you were doing. You’d opened and closed her message line on your phone far too many times. Your fingers fly over the screen, clicking a simple message before pausing… it doesn’t feel right. It sits weird and you’re not sure why it’s suddenly hard to talk to her. 

Hey! What are you up to? Wanna hang out tonight? I’ve got a craving for pizza :) :) 

You slam down on the backspace button and delete it all, throwing your phone to the bed where it thumps and bounces to a dead still. 

Your mother knocks on the door a second later, with her characteristically soft and impatient short successive bangs against the wood. Her nails scratch against the grain and your heightened hearing causes your spine shivers at the sound like nails against a blackboard. 

“Mother?”

“I’ve got something here for you.” She says with her head wedged into the gap in the door.

“Oh?” Your chest lightens for a moment, still guarded but curious, “Come in, please.”

She comes through the doorway following a beautiful flowing dress held out in front of her. It brushes against her pant covered knees and she looks awfully proud with glistening eyes. 

She presents the dress to you, “Here, my darling girl.”

“For me?”

“Of course!”

She holds the dress to the front of your chest and lets it drape down your torso. 

She lines it up below your shoulders and clicks her tongue with approval, “Oh! It’s perfect.”

“It’s beautiful, Ma.”

“Try it on!” She instructs quickly, batting your hands onto the material. 

“Okay.” You give in with a quiet sigh. 

You slip the dress on, braless and then slide your track pants off underneath. Already it’s becoming exhausting trying to placate your mother. You just hope she’ll be happy with this so that you can go back to your own space, slip something more comfortable on and think about Natasha. 

She shuffles back into your room when you call out to her.

Her hair bounces as she gasps, “Wonderful, just what I was looking for… God, I’m good.” She shakes her head, pleased with herself.

“Thank you, Mother-”

“Your father’s going to be so pleased.”

“Father?”

“Hmm? Yeah.” She mumbles, distracted with smoothing the hair around your forehead, pulling a few strands into place around your face. “Okay, clean up your hair a little and meet us downstairs in 20 minutes.”

“Wait, what? Downstairs?”

“Yes, you and the dress, downstairs and presentable in 20 minutes.”

“Why?”

She leaves without another word. 

~~~

Someone knocks on the door as you’re stepping downstairs and you reflexively clutch the railing with a suddenly straightened back. Your parents are waiting by the door and from the corner of your eye, you notice that the lounge room appears set up for guests. 

“Who is that?”

“Get downstairs.” Your father orders impatiently from the doorway. 

You're on the last few steps when he swings the door open to reveal a young man under the archway. Your fathers palm collides with the boy’s with a loud slap that he uses to bring him into a half-hearted hug and he thumps his back in an exuberant greeting. 

The boy looks up to you expectantly and when your father follows his gaze he waves you down the rest of the staircase. 

“Y/N.” The subtle threatening gravel in his tone is too familiar and it makes you scuffle down the stairs until you reach them. 

He straightens up, lifting his chin above you and says your name again, “Y/N, this is Dylan.”

You’re speechless and your father’s expectant gaze burns into the periphery of your vision. Dylan speaks up before you can stand there foolishly any longer. 

“It’s a relief to meet you at last.” Dylan holds a hand out to you and you take it in greeting. He pulls it up to his lips for a wet, ghostly kiss against your knuckles, “You’re just as your father described.”

His leering gaze is almost intrusive and the surprise of your mother’s gift sickens into its place in the puzzle. He lingers over the low cut at your chest, where the delicate lace edges expose your neck and shoulders down to the tops of your breasts. 

Your parents have outdone themselves. The coffee table is set with an assortment of expensive sweets and delicacies. It all feels like part of the sale, your autonomy and soul as the centrepiece and main attraction across from him on the opposite couch facing out the window. 

You can’t help but halfway zone out from the conversation immediately as it starts. Your father’s voice smothers the conversation and you know that he won’t notice the way you’re mentally elsewhere. He asks Dylan about the family business that he’s lined up to join and the conversation turns to a list of boring accolades that fail to impress you in the slightest.

It’s ridiculous to even compare the two, but your mind starts its own game as a distraction from this hell. It starts with Dylan’s skin, he’s splotchy white, stained with an odd, dark shade of orange where a fake tan has obviously been liberally applied in amateurish, uneven patches. You think about the soft warmth of Natasha’s skin, dotted with a rare freckle and perpetually flushed a pretty pink with a glow like an angel. She’s smooth and silky, the skin at her neck always smells intoxicating and the delicate skin at the dip of her hips has become your favourite place to touch, run your fingers over and kiss. Where his hair is light brown and slicked back with an oily gel, Natasha’s brilliant red locks are as clear in your mind as the speckled green of her eyes. In every way Dylan seems to fail in comparison. 

Your eyes continue to trail over his body and you pause at the way his thighs are spread wide on the seat taking up as much room as possible. You can’t help but conjure an image of Natasha’s thighs. Of course, you’ve seen her kick someone’s chest in, tumble down in a leg lock and choke a man out with her thighs. But you’ve also felt them. The strength, the heated smoothness of them when she pressed up, skin against skin, and grinded herself deeper into your walls. You flush at the memory and shift on your seat, awkwardly changing the crossing of your legs to try and adjust to the sudden wave of arousal stirring in your lower stomach.

Your father appears totally oblivious to the grimy look in Dylans smile, his teeth flashing your way on almost every possible occasion. It’s not the charming look that he imagines. You feel more like a new toy for a spoiled child on Christmas Day as he eyes you off like a prize. 

The conversation drags on for over an hour, but eventually Dylan runs out of things to boast about, leaving your parents more than impressed, and you even more loathsome. Your own refusal to answer questions with more than a few short sentences leaves the conversation drying up to an awkward silence where your mother grows restless quickly. 

“Perhaps a walk through the garden…” She offers, turning to you with an insistent look, “Y/N?”

“Sure.” You smile placatingly.

“Yes! A walk, alright!” Father jumps up, knocking the table in his haste.

“Er, perhaps just the two of them… darling?”

You see your father’s grin waver at the thought of you being left on your own to impress Dylan. Still, he pushes you out the door to avoid any disagreement. 

Dylan follows half a step behind you like a shadow as you take him through the small creek that runs through the back of your parents' property. He talks to you most of the way out, repeating most of what your father had already asked. All about his money, his job, where he wants to live, how many pups he desires, etc etc. 

The afternoon goes mostly the same way. He remains unconcerned by the fact that you’re not listening to a word while you hum and agree quietly every so often. That seems to be enough for him. You find yourself staring off into the sky as the sun starts to set. You’ve never paid such detail to the shadows of the clouds, the way blue slowly lightens and darkens into purple, pink, and then finally a brief flash of orange. The moment feels heavy with grief and acceptance all together, in your head you try to say goodbye to your dreams with Natasha. It’s hard and despite everything a small piece of you is strong and it clings onto her. 

You set up a table on the patio, candlelight and a dining place for two. You’re mindlessly smiling at Dylan’s dull sense of humour when you hear the back door slide open. To your surprise, you see Natasha standing there, looking out at the two of you. 

She steps out, aggressively planting her feet on the stone, her legs are bare in shorts that make your stomach ache but then she’s quick to stop herself. Still metres away, her ribs contract under a pretty blouse you’ve never seen before.

“Natasha?”

Her face drops into something stern and dead and your heart begs to replace that pain with her beautiful smile. She steps back away as soon as your chair squeaks and your knees push it back to stand from the table.

You chase her to the door but you don't reach her in time because she practically sprints back through the house. Her legs are longer and she’s far quicker than you. You stop at the doorway, heart pounding and a few short moments later you hear her car door slam and her tires spinning on the gravel out the front of your house. 

Sea sick legs take you back through the house and outside to Dylan at the table. In shock you sit back down, automatically picking back up your fork where it lies limp in your clenched hand. Your mind is running a million miles an hour and a strange shock settles in your stomach that you can’t really comprehend.

Dylan smiles through a mouthful of food, “That beta looks totally in love with you.” He brings his glass to his lips and laughs like it's pathetically hilarious. 

“She’s an alpha.” You mumble back, hardly finding it in you to speak. 

That just makes him laugh harder. 

“Oh that is too good!” He boasts. “When your father said the alpha’s in this town were pathetic, I couldn’t imagine it would be this bad.”

What’s the point in even replying? You can hardly hear him speaking. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” You mumble across to him, picking your phone up from the tablecloth. Your eyes drop to the phone in your lap where your fingers typing furiously across the screen. You send her text after text. 

Nat?

Hey, you okay?

You don’t really wait for a reply, 30 seconds seems like long enough, so you type again…

What’s going on?

I can explain everything here. 

God! You think about that look on her face and it breaks your heart.

Are you alright?

In the absence of a reply, your mind starts to wonder, why was she even here? God, she looked so pretty. 

Do you need something?

Dinner finishes and she still hasn’t replied. You can see that she’s seen the messages but not even a text bubble pops up to say she’s typing. You type again.

I’m gonna come over when I can leave. 

Tash?

You’re starting to scare me.

Please, just tell me if you’re okay.

The evening drags on until Dylan finally bids you goodnight. Back under the arch of the doorway, you smile as politely as you can, secretly praying that he would hurry up and leave. His careless kiss lands at the edge of your lips, where his aim for your mouth gets cut off as you turn your cheek to him.

He’s slightly put off by your rejection, obviously not expecting it from an omega, he smooths both hands down over his hair, the crackly gel crunching under his fingers and he straightens up. You couldn’t care less if he’s angry with you, although you imagine he might be. 

He clears his throat and for the first time tonight, he looks awkward, “I’ll text you, tomorrow sometime.”

“Okay.” You reply quickly with a nod, too impatient and careless to acknowledge the obvious weirdness of the exchange.

The second his car is out of sight you’re frantically unchaining your bicycle from the side of the house and wincing through the immediate discomfort of the sharp metal pedals cutting into your feet through the thin flats your mother gave you. You tear down the street with the wind blowing up your flowing skirt and it trails behind you like a silky flag, making you feel like you’re flying.

The road to Natasha’s apartment has never felt so long and yet you arrive quicker than ever. It’s turning into a cold night and you’re pumping your legs so hard that the damp sweat collecting at your back makes you shiver. As soon as you stop, the concrete footpath steals the warmth from your feet as you jump off the bike and walk.

You don’t bother ringing her bell downstairs, when you arrive at the gate you punch the code into the box and the lock clicks to let you through. You throw your bike at the fence and it clashes, metal against metal, in a jumbled bang. 

Her flat is on the third floor, so you skip the steps two at a time, huffing deep breaths by the time you reach the top. There’s a soft glowing light from under the door and you find yourself hesitating before knocking. 

You clench and unclench your fist, then with a deep breath you take a final step closer to the door and raise your knuckles to tap against the wood.

“Natasha?!”

You listen out for a sign of her inside but you can’t hear a sound.

“I know you’re in there! I saw your car in the driveway downstairs… I can smell you.”

There’s a heavy unspoken tension in the silence after you knock on her door again. Whatever unspoken line that existed between you has been blurred incomprehensibly and now you’re fumbling in the haze, too far gone to worry about your insecurities.  

“Natasha, please.” You beg, “Can you just open the door?”

Silence.

“Are you upset about Dylan?”

Her voice breaks the silence, raspy on the other side of the door, “Why would I be upset?”

You realise how stupid that sounds, but a stirring feeling in your stomach tells you that you’re right, “I-I don’t know… but I can explain everything.”

“Your bond? It’s to him?”

“What? Fuck no. He’s the stupid mate my father’s set up. He just showed up today.”

“Oh.”

You test the door handle and it doesn’t budge, the lock clicking and blocking you out. If Natasha notices, she doesn’t care and remains on the offensive.

“So you’re just going to mate with someone you don’t have a bond to?”

You sigh, “I have no choice.”

“Yes, you do.” She replies impatiently. She’s frustrated, you can feel it.

“What am I supposed to do Natasha?”

“Do something. Jesus.”

Her sharp tone cuts your patience away and now you’re angry when you speak to her. “You’re an alpha, Tash. And you don’t have a bond, you wouldn’t understand.” 

It’s a sensitive topic and you immediately feel bad about bringing it up. You sigh remorsefully and let your head drop against the door, heart feeling so heavy it’s about to drop from your chest, cracking a few ribs on the way down. “This isn’t some mediaeval orchestrated wedding, but you know what my father is like.”

That makes her angry, with herself, you, the situation. It tips whatever remaining reserve she had over the edge. 

“I’ve been bonded to you since I was twelve years old!” Her voice is hoarse and seems louder than it actually was. She might as well be screaming it from the rooftops, but even her croaky whisper through the door rattles you. 

Your forehead lifts from its place against the door.

“I- What?”

You can hear her panting through the door, hear the shake in her breath, hear her hesitate before her feet shuffle over the carpet to the entrance. Your hands still above the doorway, spread out and scared to make a sound out of even the slightest movement. 

The lock clicks slowly, heavily. She creaks the door ajar and you can see her red-lined, puffy eyes peeking out behind it. 

“Tasha?” Your eyes are full of questions, you can feel them tumbling towards your lips but not one single one comes forward with clarity. 

Her eyes flicker quickly between yours and she just nods her head, “It’s true.”

“I… how… when… what?”

You watch her smile softly, a tear tracks down her cheeks and gets lost between her lips, “Since the first day, the first time I saw you - it just happened.”

Your feet twitch on the ground, suddenly feeling incredibly unsteady on your legs. 

“In class?” You ask breathlessly and confused, searching through your memory of every detail you can remember from that day.

She shakes her head though, “No. In the school yard, from the backseat of my Mom’s car.”

Everything about that makes you giddy and your most deeply held secret comes tumbling out of your lips. 

“Jesus, Natasha! I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Is there anything more to say than that? You try to find the words. Sure, your bond took longer. It started off strong and then grew day by day as you learnt more about her. As you became friends, she let down her walls and you fell for her strength but even more so for her softness.

“Huh?” Her forehead scrunches up and she tilts her head in confusion. “You-?”

“Natasha, my bond… has always been to you.”

She steps closer, paused in front of you, her eyes unfocused and glazed over. She starts to scare you with her posture, motionless but so tense from head to toe.

"Natasha?"

"Why didn't you say something?" She whispers. 

Fear, insecurity, friendship, losing you, my father, love…

You shrug miserably, "Why didn't you?"

She stays frozen in place and you’re unsure what to do. Her hair drapes down over her eyes as her head drops heavily towards the ground.

You step inside from the hallway and towards her carefully, approaching like you would a wild animal. Your hands softly reach for her stomach, above the waistband of her pants and you stroke the material there. When she doesn’t shy away, your palms press into her abdomen, fingers curly softly around the edge of her waist. The soft blouse wrinkles under your hands, it’s pretty with white and pink flowers in a dark red that looks so good on her. 

You bend down to see into her eyes when she refuses to look up at you. A sad tear is tracking down her cheek and your heart crumbles. 

“Oh, Tash.”

She shakes her head, the last bit of fight in her holds on for a second longer. 

You lean on closer, your lips flutter like butterfly wings softly against the side of her jaw, light and unsure, timidly inching towards a bolder touch. 

Her hand snakes up into your hair and she cups the back of your skull, holding your neck in place. Her grip is tight, soothing and she ever so slowly guides her lips down to yours. She kisses you heavily as she lays claim to your mouth. It feels like drinking water in the desert, like a cold glass after a deep sleep in the heat of summer. Her lips breathe life into your soul like nothing else ever could. The kiss is different to all the others you’ve shared. The relief and honesty seeps through it and you realise all the love you’d been holding back doesn’t need to be hidden away anymore. 

She twists around you and with a quick, harsh breath through her nose she drags you into her arms. You stumble backwards, tripping over each other and Natasha reaches for the door behind you, pushing it as you get closer. As soon as the door closes behind you she’s on you. The door clicks closed and you’re seconds away from crashing into the door after it. Her body follows, pressing you up against the wood and this time her hand firmly cups the back of your skull and she cradles you from knocking your head. 

“Oh my god.” You gasp and you can hardly get the words out, you’re half smiling, half heaving. Her strong fingers at your waist and the other hand in your hair is making you breathless. She presses her forehead against yours and you close your eyes to feel her close.

“Sorry, is’t too much?” She mumbles back against your lips. 

You shake your head, “I didn’t say that.” 

You encourage her, sinking into her arms and curling a leg around her waist. She lifts you at the crux of your knee and then grips high around your upper thigh. 

When she reaches for your other leg, you jump lightly off your toe on the ground and wrap your legs fully around her waist. The determined and confident pressure from her hands holding you up in the air at the crux of your upper thigh and ass is making you melt further into her arms and tighten your legs around her waist. 

“Bedroom?” She pants, the question sharp and demanding.

“Hmm?” You groan, watching her lips move but barely registering her words, “No, here.” You pant breathlessly, “Fuck me against the front door… I can’t wait.” 

“Nat?”

She moans softly, mumbling against your lips as she sinks in for another kiss. You drop your jaw as she swipes her tongue against your lower lip and you suckle her penetrating tongue teasingly. 

The pretty short shorts she’s wearing are delicate soft linen and so thin. As she grinds against your own pelvis, you can feel her instantly growing harder. One of her hands rips the zipper down and you think you hear something tear. She awkwardly pushes the waistband down until it’s hugging halfway down her ass and just low enough to free her cock. 

She’s as magnificent as ever when you glance down to watch her fist her length out from her underwear. 

“Fuck.” You mumble. Will you ever get over how beautiful she is? Doubtful. 

She shuffles you higher in her arms, your thighs resting in the crux of her elbow and she easily angles your entrance towards her as you reef your dress up. She can’t see properly and despite holding you up against the door, she slides up against your entrance on the first pass. You reach down to rip your underwear out of the way and help guide her impatient thrust inside your cunt. 

She gets right there, the wide tip edging at your slick entrance and she hesitates. You can feel the heat radiating off her, and the teasing pressure right between your legs. You moan pitifully, a desperate plea mixing with the pleasure of her body so close. It makes her hips stutter and you feel the muscles in her back tense as she holds back a violent reaction to your sound. 

You arch back in her arms, head back against the door and look down at her, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m…I-” She mumbles,

“Natasha?”

“Not like this.” She mumbles, her nose traces down the column of your throat and she tucks under your chin at the shape edge of her cheek.

“What?”

She squirms slightly, dragging the pressure away from your entrance to brush up against the edge of your ass, and the breath you’ve been holding gets sucked from your lungs. 

“I feel like I’m going to bite you.” She groans and it feels like a growl that she places at the base of your throat. 

“Oh.”

You drop your head to her shoulder and nuzzle in at the crux of her neck

As her pulse thrums under your lips you gently bare your teeth to the sensitive skin, running the sharp and smooth edge of your incisors along her pulse. Ever so carefully, you take a small pinch between your teeth and delicately bite down. It’s not hard enough to break skin, nowhere near it. But it makes her fingers dig into your thigh and a raspy, warning purring vibrates from her chest. She pulls you closer and it’s a test of her self-control to stop herself from latching straight onto your throat in retaliation. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You whisper to her. 

You present your neck to her by lifting your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side. It’s a submissive position but your power isn’t gone. She’s holding you up above her, looking up at you through her lashes and every feature of her face is so familiar - it’s home.

“I’m already yours.” You tell her.

She takes her time to latch onto your neck, just below your fast pumping pulse point and at the same time, she bites down to hold you in place and her hips thrust up into you. She moves with an aching determination, her teeth gradually getting tighter and her hips rutting relentlessly, working to get deeper inside your walls. 

She’s tender and cautious but you still yelp softly when finally sheaths herself completely inside, sighing as her hips and thighs press up against yours. She lets go of the bite on your throat and you involuntarily whimper when it’s gone. It’s only a dull ache, Natasha inspects the red swelling from her mouth and some indentations leftover from her teeth, but it’s nothing permanent. She ardently tries to soothe the inflamed spot, soft kisses from her lips already starting to heal the mark. She rocks into you at the same time, passionately grinding into you against the door. The door lock thumps behind you, clicking against the metal and wood as the door slams into the frame. 

You fight back a rising orgasm when Natasha keeps nailing a spot inside you that makes you arch your neck back and collide with the door. She keeps a ruthless rhythm until you fall apart with a climax that makes you moan. You reflexively bring a hand to your mouth, muffling the sound much to Natasha’s dismay. It feels too exposing to moan into her living room walls with a shared hallway right on the other side of the door. 

As your muscles relax, you sigh in her arms and feel the way the muscles in her arm are working to hold you up. She must be getting tired, you think, and she’s way too eager to impress you to say anything. 

“Nat.” You press a warm hand to her chest, gesturing for her to let you down to the ground. She lets you down from her arms and you seductively twist to face the door. 

She caresses your hips in broad strokes, pushing your dress up over your lower back and she runs her palms over your ribs. 

“Are you okay?”

“Take it off.” You tell her breathlessly.

She slowly pulls down the zipper at the back and you bend forward further to let the dress fall off over your head. 

It drops to the ground at your feet in a shiny puddle and as you go to stand up straight, Natasha stops you halfway, keeping you bent at the waist. You reach for the door handle for some support in the position. 

She steps up impossibly closer behind you and easily slides in to take you from behind. From this position it’s even easy for her to exert all her control over you. Everything is a frantic search for your pleasure and you practically hiccup with moans as she thrusts hard and slow into you. 

“You’re mine now.” She says, and there’s an air of a question that stained the end of her breath. 

“Yes.” You gasp. “I’m yours.”

She pauses deep inside you.

“I’m yours, too.” She admits quietly, “Everything I am, everything I have belongs to you. It always has.”

You can’t help but mewl at that, your omega purring at the omission. The sound makes Natasha roar and she starts pounding again, even harder, redoubling her efforts. Your toes curl painfully into the wooden floor as your knees tremble. 

“Tash!” You cry out loud this time, Natasha hands gripping your free wrist tightly behind your back and you have nothing to muffle your moans. 

You don’t ask her to stop, you're long gone into overstimulation but choose to wait for her to finally let go. After a few more hard strokes that make your stomach clench, you have to ask her.

“Why aren’t you finishing?” You mumble and then whimper softly, “P-Please.” 

“I-I can’t!” She whines. 

“Huh?”

“Y/N. I can’t cum inside you.”

Oh. It’s her skin deep inside you and you shiver at the thought of her claiming your walls properly. Everything belonging to her feels right, your heart starts to beat fast and you free your hand to touch her. You give her hand a squeeze. 

“It’s ok. You can. Please, you can.”

She groans heavily, “I- hmmm.”

A few harsh quick thrusts into you from behind almost send you head first through the wall, but she drags you back on to her just as hard as she pounds into you. After the last one she lets go of your waist and pushes gently against the dimples in your lower back, pulling herself out with a wet pop. 

She quickly fists her length, furiously jerking herself off until she orgasms weakly. She drops her hand defeatedly and looks hardly satisfied. You know that an orgasm outside your cunt isn’t very pleasurable, it barely takes the edge off. She stands there, foggy and tense, with her cock still swollen rock hard, denying her relief.

Your weak legs finally get a temporary relief as you slide down to your knees on the floor. 

“Come’ere.” 

“Y/N.” Her protest is weaker than her recent orgasm.

You raise an eyebrow at her, wordlessly commanding her closer. 

She steps up to you, a very small sway to her hips that makes her length swing in front of your face. You don’t waste a second before taking her in your mouth and sinking as far down as your throat would let you. She’s got an incredible girth that gets caught, blocking your windpipe and no matter how hard you push, you can’t force yourself further. 

Natasha’s hands shake as she places a gentle grip on the back of your skull and carefully starts to feed more of her cock to your mouth. Your hands clasp tightly to the back of her thighs and you pull harder, trying to make her thrust further so you could deep throat her. 

She draws out first, dragging back against your throat and lips. It gives you a chance to breathe that you didn’t even realise you were missing. Every nerve ending over your whole body feels electrocuted with nervous, blissful energy. 

She rocks back in slightly faster and you relax every muscle in your body, hoping that it will help as she spears deeper down your throat than before. 

“Oh! Fuck. Holy fuck.”

She drags in and out a few more times, shallow and gentle. You can hear her panting in the distance with your own heart beating in your ears like a bass drum. 

You keep pulling yourself deeper and in one movement, Natasha ruts forward harder than ever at the same time you push your lips forward and she plugs up your throat deep down. Your plump lips graze her pelvis, your fine nose gets smooshed against her hard lower abs and she twitches hard against your face. 

She watches from above you through wide eyes at your own teary expression and her jaw drops at the sight of her cock bulging through your throat. Her hips hump uncontrollably against your lip,s, her alpha telling her to take, take, take, and seconds later she’s gasping as she spurts down your throat. 

Natasha steps back on shaky feet and breathes your name quietly, “Y/N.” 

You cough lightly as she carefully extracts herself, the first few gulps of air feeling a little strange in your throat. She caresses your jaw intensely and you can see a hint of guilt in her eyes. Even the subtle notion of discomfort from you is extremely painful for her, so she watches you carefully, intent on every detail of your expression. You smile at her, in a way you hope is reassuring, it doesn’t help that your lips are swollen red but the fact that she did that turns her on all over again. 

As you stand back to your feet, Natasha drags you into a tight hold, her mouth instantly finding the small bruise left from her bite and she kisses it again. You imagine her placing a real mark there, cutting into your throat and declaring you to the world as hers. 

“Can we go to the bedroom now?” She smirks. 

“Please.” You whisper back. 

She scoops you up with an arm under your knees and carries you bridal style through a short hallway to her bedroom. 

[rose-pearls]

Daylight - Part 2

This is the second part to this story, that was requested. I tried to combine both of the ideas and hopefully you like it @neothegayturtle!

Request: Maybe it’s after Maverick is shot down and Trigger is seeking comfort in Phoenix. Or its after the mission and Phoenix and Trigger finally go on a date (Requests are open!)

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain (open for every fandom)

Top Gun Taglist: @bisexual-watermelons

The mission was going well, which seemed too good to be true as you arrived with Fanboy and Payback at the top of the mountain. Maverick, Phoenix and Bob were already fighting off the missiles and when you joined them you saw a few other missiles being launched.

Evading them had been fine, you had been trained to do so until you could do it in your sleep but the fact that there were two people you cared about a lot was making it more difficult. Phoenix was handling it well and if you had time to watch her fly, you would, she had always had a way of flying that would leave you breathless. Your father seemed to be doing well and you believed that everything would be fine until you were out of flares. 

“I’m out of flares.”, you yell through the comm, and you hear everyone starting to talk but you can only look at the missile following you.

“I can’t shake it, it’s not moving.”, you tell them and for a moment you think that this is it, you would have to go through an ejection again. But just as you get yourself ready to take the ejection handle you hear and explosion behind you.

There is a silence for a moment, that leaves you wondering what has happened until you hear Bob’s voice.

“Dagger one is hit.”, the words feel like someone has stabbed you in the heart and you try to look over your shoulder at where the explosion happened, but you aren’t able to. You only realize that your hands are shaking when you let them fall back from the ejection handles.

“Trigger.”, you hear Phoenix say softly and as you look up at her you feel tears in your eyes.

“Where is he? We need to find him.”, you say, feeling like you are going to lose your mind.

“You need to report back. We will send rescue when we are sure it is safe.”, Cyclone says and you feel sick at the words, thinking of what could happen to your dad.

“But he could be dying, we need to go and see how he is doing.”, you say but Cyclone doesn’t answer anymore. 

Phoenix is looking at you with sad brown eyes, but you turn back to the comms, thinking of the only person that would know how you feel right now.

“Uncle Ice, please.”, you whisper, it’s unproper to call him by anything less than his title but you don’t care at that moment.

“I’m sorry kiddo, but there is nothing we can do for the moment.”, you can hear the pain in his voice, and you close your eyes, feeling tears fall down your cheeks.

“He wouldn’t want you to put yourself into any danger.”, Ice whispers and you shake your head at the words.

“Please come back, don’t make me lose you too.”, you hear Ice say after a moment and you let out a shaky breath at his words, taking control of your jet again and moving towards the carrier.

“Daggers, moving back.”, Bob says, and you try to keep yourself calm, at least until you reach the carrier.

Arriving back on the carrier is a blur, hearing everyone congratulating you, but you ignore it all, rushing towards the changing rooms. 

The tears are falling down as soon as your back hits the wall, your legs give up and you fall on the floor, sobs leaving your lips. You hold your legs against your chest, hoping to somehow find comfort there. 

“Fire.”, you hear someone whisper and you turn around to see Phoenix, she looks at you with red rimmed eyes and you can’t help but let out a sob.

“Nat.”, you can only whisper before she joins you on the ground and brings you into her arms, holding you tightly in her arms. 

“It’s okay, I’m right here.”, she whispers, and you can’t help but hold on to her, hoping that she won’t disappear either.

“He is gone.”, you manage to say, tears rolling down your cheeks, Phoenix shakes her head, but you nod in response. 

“It’s all my fault.”, you tell her, whispering it again and again like a prayer. Phoenix holds you even tighter at your words.

“It is not your fault, you couldn’t have done anything about it.”, she tells you softly and you feel a new wave of tears coming up at the words.

“It should’ve been me; I should’ve been the one dying and not Clara, I should’ve been the one to be hit by the missile, not my father.”, it’s not the first time you have thought of these words, you think of them every night when the images of Clara lying on the ground come back to haunt you. It’s the first time you have ever said them out loud.

“Don’t say that.”, Phoenix whispers, pained, like it was physically hurting her to hear you say that. You only realize that she is crying as you feel tears on your shoulder.

“It’s true.”, you whisper but Natasha pulls out of the embrace, far enough to looks at you through teary eyes.

“You need to listen to me Trigger.”, she says before taking your cheeks into her hands, making you look into her eyes, and you can only nod in response.

“You didn’t kill them; Hurricane’s death was a training accident that no one could’ve prevented. It shouldn’t have been either of you, the both of you should’ve come back unscathed.”, Phoenix says, and you want to say something, but she shakes her head.

“I know you feel responsible for her as her pilot, but you couldn’t have done anything more than what you did. You told her to eject when she had to, you stayed by her side through all of it. You did what you could’ve done.”, she says, and you feel tears falling down your cheeks at her words.

“I just, I feel so guilty all the time.”, you whisper, and she looks at you with a sad smile.

“I know, but you don’t have anything to feel guilty for. Just like with your dad. He decided to put himself between you and the missiles, you couldn’t have known that he was going to do that. You can’t control everything Trigger, even if you want to and god knows how much you want to be in control of things. There are things and people that you will never be able to control or predict.”, she tells you, eyes full of honesty and you put your forehead against hers, feeling her skin against yours.

“Thank you.”, you whisper, and she just brushes her fingers against your cheekbones in reassurance.

“I’m sorry you had to take care of me, I’m a mess.”, you whisper, and she makes a noise of disagreement.

“Never apologize, I will always be there no matter what it is. You are allowed to break, and I’ll always be there to pick up the pieces and help you put them back together. And we will do that together. It’s you and me Trigger, against the world.”, she whispers, and you look into her loving brown eyes, having never felt more at home and safe then in this moment.

The both of you hold each other, looking into each other’s eyes before you hear a knock on the door and Iceman comes in. Phoenix and you stand up, looking at the man with expecting eyes.

“Maverick is airborne, they have sent out Hangman to help him get safely back.”, Iceman says with a tired smile, and you can’t help but let out a relieved sob, wrapping your arms around Ice. Your uncle, or practically father holds you just as tightly, like he is scared that you could disappear.

“Thank you for coming back.”, you hear him whisper against your hair and you squeeze him tightly.

“Always.”, you tell him, and you feel him smile against your hair, holding you in his arms. 

You only have a few seconds before a man comes in telling you that Maverick and Hangman are landing, and it only takes the three of you a minute to get to the landing deck.

He looks tired as he gets out of the F-14, but the relief is there as he sees you in the distance. After pushing a lot of people to the side you manage to get to him and throw your arms around him, holding him as tight as you are able to.

“Good to see you too, kiddo.”, he says, and you can hear the relief in his voice.

“Never do that to me again.”, you whisper, and he nods quickly, his heartbeat still present as you listen to it to make sure he is really there.

Although you wish you could stay with him for a bit longer you know he needs to get too medical and as he leaves with a bright smile at the sight of his wingman you can’t help but smile. Phoenix joins you at your side and you smile at her, unable to hide your relief and happiness. 

“You might kill me for this, but I can’t stop myself.”, she looks confused for a moment, but you don’t let her utter a word before bringing her into a bruising kiss. You can hear the whistles from the rest of the crew and the Daggers, but you ignore them as Phoenix smiles and kisses you back.

“You know, we still need to go on that date.”, she whispers, breathless after the kiss and you can’t stop smiling.

“I think we have enough time to plan it.”, you tell her, and she smiles brightly before bringing you into another mind-blowing kiss.

--

It takes some time but after a few days you finally manage to get some alone time with Phoenix, just the two of you at the local fair.

“You know what I still can’t believe?”, she says, and you look at her with raised eyebrows.

“That Hangman was born in a farm.”, the words make you snort in laughter, and you can’t help but laugh at her disbelief.

“He does have the looks of a cowboy.”, you can’t help but say and Phoenix laughs in response. 

“What I can’t believe is how long it has taken us to get together.”, you say and Phoenix smiles widely at your words.

“Well, needed to make sure you were really interested in me.”, she says, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Please, I was the most obvious person.”, you say and Phoenix nods at your words.

“You really were sweets.”, this makes you look at her in disbelief while she tries not to laugh.

“How dare you?! I’m taking Bob to the Era’s tour!”, Phoenix looks at you in betrayal while you leave her behind with a smug smile.

“Don’t you dare! We need to sing ‘The Man’ together, you can’t do that with Bob!”, she yells, and you laugh at her panicked expression.

“Don’t worry, we’ll still go together.”, you tell her, and she lets out a big sigh of relief before bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“No one I’d rather go with.”, she whispers lovingly, and you kiss her back, enjoying the feeling of her lips against yours and the laughter of children around you.

“You know I think that my dad is going with Ice to the Era’s tour.”, you tell her suddenly and her eyes widen at the words.

“What?! Tell me everything.”, she says while linking your arms together and walking around, enjoying your time together. 

It hadn’t been easy to come to this point in your life, but you were grateful for every single thing and person you had with you along the road. You couldn’t have done it without them.

I managed to get tickets for Taylor Swift so I'm still in disbelief, but I'm sure that the Top Gun characters would love to go there!