#black widow x plus size reader

[megamindsecretlair]

Foolish

*Heed warnings*

Pairing: Jatemme Manning x Bratty!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. PWP, Filth, cursing, PIV, size kink, mentions of violence, gun use, drug use, brat reader. Reader does get turned on by violence, if this disturbs you click away. All consensual. Established relationship. Heavy use of n-word.

Summary: You are tired of being Jatemme's arm candy. Forever guarded and without 100% of his attention. As the race for Alderman heats up, you're at a fundraising event when you grow bored and decide to test Jatemme's devotion.

Word Count: 3,494k

A/N: I was a little unhinged writing this, so it was written in a bit of a daze. Please let me know what ya'll think about this one. I can't find the ask where people expressed interest so don't be mad at me if I didn't tag you! I'm sorry! I'm also not married to the moodboard, so it might change. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Taglist: @planetblaque @blowmymbackout @browngirldominion @sageispunk @harmshake @amethyst09 @ciaqui @we-outsiiiide @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz @blackerthings

You were bored. Just because you told your man to leave you alone, didn’t mean you actually wanted him to do it. Why couldn’t niggas ever listen? What’s so hard to understand? “Leave you alone” obviously meant to give you attention?

You were at a fancy event for Jatemme’s brother, Jamal, who was running for Alderman. Snooze fest. Jatemme promised that you weren’t going to be here long. That you’d only have to sit like a doll for an hour tops, before he took you shopping and out to eat.

One hour turned to three and you were still sitting at Jamal’s table, surrounded by Jatemme’s crew while Jamal and Jatemme did business. You scanned the room for your man but didn’t find him. 

You did see Jamal who was hard to miss. He was the type to walk into the room like he owned it and as if everyone owed him money for it. Jatemme was quieter, but deadlier. He instantly drew you in with his sleepy eyes, soft umber skin, and intense presence. His darkness called to something within you and never let go. 

The relationship wasn’t without its up and downs. You liked to keep him on his toes. Get him to have a little fun. He always followed in Jamal’s shadow when it was Jatemme that did most of the work. Most of the planning. Most of the ideas. 

You sighed, loudly once more, and turned briefly to your table to sip your nasty ass champagne. Fucking politicians. Pretending like they weren’t all into something dirty, getting over on the little guy. Namely Black folk. 

Jatemme’s crew gave you funny looks. They knew better than to touch you or stare too hard. But you often caught them looking at your body and your too short dresses. They also hated your attitude. Jatemme made you swear to stop messing with them. It was hard to find good help when you were constantly flirting with them and he was constantly killing them over it.

Maybe that was Jatemme’s problem. Now that Jamal was running for Alderman, there was a public scrutiny on the family business. Jatemme doesn’t have free rein to do as he pleased now. Go wherever he wanted. Do whatever he wanted. 

You sighed once more and checked your phone. You texted your best friends in your group chat, that you were bored and in desperate need of fun.  Misty immediately texted you back and told you to meet them at a club not too far from there. That was exactly what you needed. 

You looked over at the crew of four burly men and stood up. One of the them, Martin, stood up as well prepared to follow you. “No need, Marty, I’m just going to the little girl’s room,” you said and smiled sweetly. 

Martin gave you a blank stare. He adjusted the suit jacket over his thick arms and put his hands in his pockets. “You know the rules,” he said. 

You kept your sweet smile, knowing that your lips were glossed just so to catch the light overhead. That your champagne colored dress hugged your figure just right. The night was young and you were wasting it by being arm candy. 

“You gonna follow me into the bathroom and hold my purse too? I don’t think Jay would like that,” you sang. 

Martin looked towards the other men who looked everywhere but at him. They did not want that particular smoke. Decisions, decisions. Martin cleared his throat. “Come right back,” he said. 

You smiled. “Of course. You all act like I’m not an angel,” you said. The men wisely didn’t comment. You turned and sashayed out of the room, already done with the entire night. You didn’t see your man and you didn’t care at the moment. 

You waited until you left the hotel ballroom before pulling out your phone. You ordered an Uber on your way out to the front. People from the reception had spilled out into the hallway, discussing things that they didn’t want others overhearing, even by accident. 

You passed by stick figure women in dark red, blue, or black dresses, pointy shoes, and stiff upper lips. You passed by men in their penguin suits, pretending to give a shit. The total wealth combined in the room could help everyone in the Ward but they held onto it like gremlins. 

It made you sick.

You went outside, shivering slightly from the bite of cold. When your Uber arrived, you didn’t even look back towards the hotel. It was almost criminal how easy it was to slip your chains. Further proof that this shit was getting stale and you might be headed towards another break from Jatemme. Let him sit and stew over what he would miss before he came crawling back with gifts, kisses, and that big dick of his. 

You grinned as you texted Misty that you were on your way. She texted back with plenty of emojis, some of them skulls, because she already knew that Jatemme was going to blow his lid. Let him.

It didn’t take long to reach the rougher areas of Chicago. Almost literally down the street from the glitterati, the houses weren’t as nice. The grass not so green. Fences and bars on the windows. Corner boys selling dope in baggy jeans and oversized T-shirts. 

The club was set back from the street to allow for a little more parking. You got out and Misty met you outside. She hugged you with many squeals and jumping up and down. “Slipped the doom patrol?” She asked. 

Misty was gorgeous, with deep, dark skin and microbraids twisted into two buns atop her head. She was a thick, curvy girl who was always quick with a laugh. She immediately ushered you inside. You turned off your phone. Make Jay sweat a little bit. 

You spent the entire night dancing with your girls and getting drunk on your favorite drink. All of the songs were hitting, back to back. A mix of 2000s and 2010s music. The good shit that demanded you dance right this instant. 

Plenty of dusty ass niggas tried to pull you into a dance and you pushed them all away. It cost to put hands on you. It cost to be in your presence. Ain’t nobody getting shit for free. 

By the time the club called for last drinks, you were tapped out. You were not wearing the proper shoes for dancing in the club. You were shocked that you lasted as long as you did. And yeah, you missed your man. You were a little drink, a lot horny, and you just wanted to be fucked at this point and put to sleep. 

You walked out, hanging onto your friends. One of them, Kiki, was the lightweight. She was dragged between two friends while she muttered something. You giggled and walked with them to their car. 

Rounding the corner, there were a group of guys passing a joint between them. They wolf-whistled as you passed by. One of them sure was fine. Tall, bald, with a thick luscious beard that covered the lower half of his face. You wondered what he’d look like with your juices dripping from it. 

You didn’t condone cheating. But if you were on a break…

You smiled at him as you passed, tossing your hair over your shoulders. “Gahh damn, lil mama, where you headed?” He asked.

You giggled and kept walking with your girls. It was nice to be wanted. You turned your phone on while your friends tried to get Kiki into the car and not entertaining the men by the building. 

As it turned on, messages flew in with loud dings and flashes across your screen. You had…quite a lot of missed calls from Jatemme. Angry texts too. You appreciated that he never called you out of your name when he was angry, but he had plenty of other colorful ways to show his displeasure. Like calling you by your real name. Ew. 

He was good and pissed that you left. That your phone was off. He promised hell, fire, and damnation when he finally caught up to you. You pictured him driving around fuming. His sleepy eyes narrowed even further. The cute way his nostrils would flare and the vein that pulsed in his neck. 

You were getting wet just thinking about it. The sex would be immaculate tonight. You sighed dreamily as you went through his unhinged text messages. 

“Bitch! Help? Hello?” Misty called out. You giggled and moved towards the car, pushing at Kiki’s big ass head to get into the car. Misty slammed the door in her face and sighed as if she’d been wrestling a bear. 

She faced you with a small grin before her eyes darted behind you. The sexy bald headed man approached you, licking his lips and looking you up and down. He held out his hand when he was near enough. 

“I had to come introduce myself,” he said.

“I appreciate that. But I’m too high-maintenance for you, boo,” you said. You flirted with the idea of being responsible for another man’s death, but he was too cute to sacrifice for your own dastardly enjoyment. There were so few, gorgeous Black men these days. The 90s had all the fine men. They were long gone now. God just wasn’t building them like that no more. 

“I like a little high-maintenance,” he said. 

You laughed. Said no man ever. “I’m the type to empty accounts,” you said and smiled. 

“I got several. Pick one,” he said. He looked you in the eye as he said it and made you reevaluate him as a whole. He was dressed nice in dark plaid slacks, black polo, with a big watch on his wrist. Nothing too flashy, but enough that it convinced you he wasn’t another broke nigga. 

You were considering his offer, wondering how you could prove that he was for real and not just trying to get into your panties. Squealing tires tore your gaze away from the man as you saw Jatemme’s truck flip a bitch into oncoming traffic and speed into the parking lot. 

“Shit. You better run before my man catch you talking to me,” you said, though he probably already saw you. 

“I ain’t scared,” the man said. Bless his little heart. 

“Nigga, I’m trynna protect you. Leave, now,” you said, shooing him away from you and your girls. Maybe you could convince Jatemme that the man was trying to flirt with Misty. You turned behind you, but Misty held her hands up.

“I ain’t trynna die for your Black ass,” she said. 

“Bitch!” You screamed, but you couldn’t stay serious for long. You grinned and shook your head. Before the truck had a chance to come to a full stop, Jatemme and crew hopped out, grabbing guns from their waistbands. 

“They got guns!” Someone called out. The parking lot emptied with a speed only achieved in the hood. Too many people who knew the consequences of a stray bullet and weren’t trying to lose their lives over it. Some brave souls remained, peeking behind cars and around the building into the additional parking in the alleyway.

You couldn’t help it. Your thighs tingled. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Jatemme climb out of the driver’s seat with that slow, menacing gait of his. His eyes were glued on you as he walked towards you.

The cutie remained, like he would really stand in front of a bullet for you. You couldn’t give him any more warnings. You couldn’t save him from his own stupidity. Jatemme stopped a few feet in front of you.

His face was deceptively calm. He crossed his arms in front of him, Glock on display. His crew formed a formidable wall behind him. Martin sported a darkening bruise on his cheek and you only felt slightly bad for getting him into trouble. At least he was still alive. That was something. 

You bit your lip and giggled nervously. “Hi, baby,” you said. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked. His voice. God, you could listen to that voice recite the dictionary and you’d listen to every word. 

You shifted your footing. “Nope. Never seen this man before,” you said.

“Aye, if you’re in trouble…” The man said. Martin, being the closest, lifted his gun into the man’s face. The gun was pressed to his temple and the man audibly gulped. 

“Did he touch you?” Jatemme asked once more.

You looked him in the eye. “No.” 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jatemme said to the man. The man looked at you, but you knew better than to acknowledge his presence. You heard his friends calling for him, telling him not to be a hero, not to lose his life over some bitch. 

The man backed away, keeping his eye on Martin and the shiny gun in his face. Jatemme jerked his head and you sighed, following behind him. If he was going to take you away, he was beyond angry. Maybe you actually worried him this time. That wasn’t your intention. You wanted to scare him a little, not worry him. 

You waved goodbye to your friends. They shot you alarmed glances, but you told them that Jatemme never raised a hand to you. Never. He liked getting his revenge in other ways.

He opened the door for you and you climbed into the front seat. He got into the driver’s seat, peeling away from the club so fast, he probably sprayed everyone with rocks and gravel. He didn’t speak. He drove through the quiet streets, heading back towards the hotel you escaped from.

“Baby–”

Jatemme held up a hand like he didn’t want to hear it. You bit your lip. You really stepped in it now. Was it bad that you were turned on? Punishment shouldn’t be this exciting and yet, your mind raced through what he had planned. How he was going to show that he cared for you. 

He pulled to the front of the hotel and tossed the valet his keys. The gun was tucked away into his jeans. Fancy events didn’t mean he had to be the one who dressed up. He did have a clean, sky blue shirt buttoned to the very top. He opened the door and let you out. 

He didn’t speak while he pushed you inside, the event well and truly over by now. He didn’t speak as you rode the elevator in crushing silence and velvet flooring muffling your heels. He didn’t speak as he got out onto the twelfth floor, leading you to a suite you didn’t know he got for the night. 

Once inside, you gasped. There was a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket. Low lighting made the room glow like looking through a piece of glass at twilight. “You did all this for me?” You asked.

“If you would have behaved yourself,” he said.

The suite was big enough to have a full living room with couches and armchairs, shiny mahogany coffee table, and a wide screen TV. Behind a set of double doors, there was a bed already turned down, waiting for you to climb in. 

You pouted. Your man was so sweet sometimes, it made your heart ache. He didn’t always show this softer side. The side that liked snuggling up to trashy movies late at night, snacking in bed, and enjoying each other’s company. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. Enough to get his point across. You truly had worried him. 

You turned to him with an apology on your lips but he was already invading your space. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a rough kiss, slanting his lips across yours as if he meant to stake a claim. Prove a point. You belonged to him. There was no way of getting out of it. No way of running. 

You gripped onto him tightly. “I hate when you worry me like that,” he said. 

“You promised,” you whined. 

His lips returned to kissing you, looking for the zipper on your side to unzip you from the dress. When he couldn’t find it, he began to rip it with his bare hands. “Hey!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he said. His lips returned to kissing you. More like possessing you. He kissed you like he wanted to meld your bodies together to keep you by his side. This was what you needed. What you had been craving all night. 

Your bra and panties went next, baring you completely to him. He wasn’t in it to admire your body right now though. You knew him. He had been worrying about you all night and needed to see you. Feel you. Make sure that you really were in front of him and not a figment of his imagination. 

He turned you around and slapped your ass. You screamed out, jumping away from the sharp sting. He pushed you towards the deep gray couch and bent you over the back of it. It dug into your tummy but you were too turned on to notice the pain. 

He unzipped his zipper and freed himself with a low groan, spreading your ass cheeks and rubbing his dick through your wet folds. Your hands feebly gripped onto the couch cushings, fingers digging into the linen. 

Once his tip was good and wet, he stuffed you and you cried out from the burn of his girthy dick pushing into you. Your eyes crossed. He felt too good to contain to a single moan. You yelled out without abandon, not caring who heard you. If the neighbors complained, Jatemme would handle that too. 

His strokes were bruising, punishing, near cruel as he slammed into you over and over. “You and this fucking attitude gon’ kill me,” he groaned. His fingers grabbed hold of your hips and slammed you back onto his dick. Like his strokes weren’t enough. Like you weren’t moving fast enough for him.

“Oh baby, oh fuck–I’m sorry!” You cried out.

“No, you not,” he said. No, you were not. You’d do everything all over again if he meant that his attention was back on you. That his hands were back on you. That his dick was inside you, spearing you, driving you to new pleasures each and every time. 

Your feet were scrambling for purchase. He didn’t care. He fucked you like you were no more than a toy to stick his dick in. One hand reached behind you to push against his chest. His shirt slipped between you so he lifted it and brought his flesh flush with yours. Then, he grabbed your outstretched hand and pulled it behind you, resting on your back while he used the new position as a new anchor. His strokes grew deeper, more desperate. 

“I catch you talking to another nigga and I’ma kill him,” Jatemme whispered harshly.

“Yes, baby,” you moaned. You’d seen him kill niggas for far less. For daring to turn their neck in your direction. He once told you that if he could blind the male population of Chicago, he would. 

“Oh fuck!” You screamed out, crying through your punishing orgasm. 

Jatemme grunted in satisfaction. “That’s your first one for the night. I hope you’re keeping count,” he said. 

“Baby, wait…” You grunted between his deep thrusts. 

“Like you made me wait tonight?” He asked. He yanked on your hair, forcing you to look back at him. You stared into his eyes while he filled you up with his cum. He came with a low, grumbling moan that shook your inner walls. 

Your mouth dropped open as his dick pulsed and twitched. Your legs were jelly, kept standing by pure force by him. His will to keep you spread open for him ensured that you were a vessel for his dick. His own personal fucktoy. 

He made you cum two more times while your neck was craned, looking back into his soulful eyes. You ran out of curse words to shout to the heavens. Your eyes ached from the way they rolled. Your essence mixed with his spend dripped down your legs in a slow river that tickled your legs.  

He finally slipped out, giving you a bit of a break. You huffed, legs shaking, arms weak. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, spreading your legs open once more. He fisted his dick, jerking the length of it while he looked at your destroyed pussy leaking with his cum.

“Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he said with a small grin. 

You panted with a nervous giggle. He proved throughout the rest of the night just how much he missed you and made you promise not to do it again. Well, at least not anytime soon.

The end.

There will be more! The Secret Jatemme Files

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Norman F Rockwell

Black reader (plus size too!) x Homelander

Your a hardworking widow and single mother who works at vought in the graphics department, when a certain all American hero is intrigued by the sight of you, or maybe the scent of you...

Warnings: Stalking, Mentions of Death.

Wordcount: 1,891

Rating: Teen and up

A woman stands alone with her ten-year-old son weeping next to her, her stomach holds the last legacy of her husband. And as they lower him into the ground a rifle can be heard to signify a fallen soldier. And a single tear runs down the woman's face knowing she must stay strong.

“~[Your name]~, did you get the final layout for the Homeboy Kids’ book yet?” She asked as she turned towards her coworker's voice, “Oh yeah, I got them, they look pretty good with all things considered.” 

The woman smiled, proud of her co-workers' adherence to her notes.

“Well, that's good, because you have to present them to Ashley today.” The woman said, dropping a bomb and slipping out of her office.

“Wait, I have to do what?!” You half shout.

You frantically search your emails trying to figure out why today you had to present in less than… 

“Oh shit! I gotta do this in an hour!” 

You were wearing your comfiest business casual clothes but were not ready to entertain your boss today, and the email mentioned that others would be attending. ‘Probably those weirdo's in marketing.’  You thought to yourself. 

You stumble down the hallway towards Ashley's office, holding your layout tubes while trying to zip up the back of your skirt. Thank God you had an emergency “I didn't just have a baby” outfit and some heels. 

You fluff your afro up, put on some lipgloss, take a deep breath and open the door to walk into Ashley’s office.

You could see Ashley's permanent furrowed brow shift into a fake plastered smile she gave to all her employees when trying to save face.

“Good afternoon, miss {Your Name}. Have a seat, please”

“Sure” you answer, feeling a bit awkward.

Seth and Evan are engaged in a calm conversation, tucked away in the secluded corner of the room. Meanwhile, you're absorbed in organizing your layouts, your back to the entrance, when the sharp sound of a door swinging wide pierces the silence. Out of the periphery of your vision, you notice the room's occupants abruptly rise to their feet in a unified, almost military precision.

"Uh, Homelander, welcome," she greets with a strained smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, her voice tinged with a detectable quiver betraying her anxiety. Indeed, the atmosphere has shifted palpably; a heavy cloak of tension settles over the room, making the air itself seem laden with foreboding.

“Ashley,” he notes her presence. Uninterested. 

“ Hey Seth, Evan, good to see you.” Now a hint of sarcastic enthusiasm sets in his voice.

He sets down into his chair, and as he sits he turns his head to you. He sniffs the air realizing something. Even before you'd know, he finds you leaking, and suddenly his interest in you increases tenfold and with a sudden interest in you he introduces himself.

“Why hello there,” his devilish grin and piercing blue eyes startle you, “you know it's a shame I never get to meet all the wonderful people here working at Vought, what's your name Ms…?”

“Rodriguez, although people just call me [your name].” You smile professionally. 

“Well Ms.Rodriguez,” he takes your hand in his, brushing your soft knuckles before planting a kiss on them. “I do hope to enjoy your presentation.” As he gave you a soft wink. 

You find his introduction performative but also slightly genuine.

The marketing guys gave their little spiel on how to market the homelander’s son, Ryan. 

You soon make a suggestion. “I believe that would go well with young adult males, but we aren't thinking of the bigger picture here. We know how Homelander is when it comes to women.” 

You see his jaw tighten, so you tread lightly when you continue.

“We’ve already seen the comic books, so how about we take a look at something more child-like for mothers, show the soft story about Homelander becoming a father raising a child all on his own, raising him to be a good American hero.” 

The market guys roll their eyes and scoff in protest, but before they can open their mouths you hear clapping.

“Wow that’s… well that's good,” To you he sounds almost genuine but his mind is still working on you. You breathe a sigh of relief at his approval. 

You mutter off a “thank you, sir.” And scurry back to your seat.

After muttering a quick, “Thank you, Sir.”, you scurry back to your seat.

“Well I think this has been a great meeting, thank you all for being here. I-” 

Homelander interrupts, “Ms.Rodriguez may I have a moment to ask you something?.” 

Stunned, you respond, “Oh-uh sure,” you give him a weak smile. 

“Great,” he grins a menacing grin. “Let's take a walk.”

It's quiet for the first few minutes, almost bone-chilling . He clears his throat to break the silence.

“So, Rodriguez. What do you do here?” He asks in a way that sounds like he's interested but also way too critical. 

“Well sir, I work in graphics and art, but I do most kid's artwork and stuff.” You chuckle nervously.

He nods at your answer, and he continues, “Well I think that is just super!” He still smells your body producing his favorite thing (well maybe second favorite thing). 

He continues the walk in silence until you guys reach your office, he scans around the room trying to find ways to see you more often. Until he sees, “Oh, you have a family,” you turn the picture towards him.

“Oh yeah, my babies,” you sigh at missing them. “Rafael and America.”

“Wow, what a name for such a cute baby,” he feigns interest because as stated before he's only interested in what's under your skirt.

“Yeah, their father named them.” You feel a sharp twist in your heart when mentioning your husband's name, Homelander sees this and with his well-learned acting exclaims, “Whatever he did to you I'll get him.” He places a hand on your shoulder as he jokes with you.

You look up at him with teary eyes before wiping them away. “Oh no it’s not that my husbands not with us anymore.” 

He feels indifferent to your plight, yet he pulls you in for a comforting hug. He smells like warm spices but underneath he smells metallic almost of blood. It’s unnerving.

He releases you from his grip, only to take a long look down and clear his throat. 

“Hmmm I think you might wanna…,” You look down horrified. You're leaking.

Standing at your threshold, the rich oakwood panels seem to reach out, inviting you into the warm embrace of home. Before your hand can grace the knocker, your mother-in-law materializes, her eyes alight with the joy of your arrival. "Hola mami!" Your greeting is tinged with fatigue, yet her presence ushers in comfort. "Hola, {insert Spanish nickname}, how was your day?" Her inquiry is simple, yet it's the undercurrent of genuine concern that touches you. "Well, Mami, to be honest, it was a bit perplexing..." you admit, the words trailing off as you grapple with the day's events.

Your exchange is gently fractured by the delightful pattern of small feet drumming against the floor, a familiar and heartwarming cadence. It's a sound that signals the arrival of one of the most precious joys in your life, a guiding light that brightens even your darkest days. The architect of your daily smiles, your cherished child, the ever-sweet Rafi, bounds toward you. This tiny being, the center of your universe, radiates unadulterated happiness, infusing your mornings with meaning and your heart with boundless love.

"Hey, Mamacita!," He says, 

"Hey there, Papito" you greet, the corners of your mouth turning up in a weary but warm smile. "You're not gonna guess who I bumped into today!"

His eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Who was it?"

"The one and only, most amazing superhero of all time!"

Glancing down, you notice he's clutching his beloved Homelander action figure, its edges frayed and colors faded from love and time. It was a gift from his dad. The sight fills you with a bittersweet mix of joy and a pang of sorrow, knowing the layers of memories it holds.

Sighing, you reply, “Well I met the one and only…”, pause for dramatic effect, “HOMELANDER!”  You see his gorgeous little eyes light up, you love to see your little guy happy. He jumps around the house as his grandma yells at him.

 “Papito! You're gonna wake the…,” she’s already too late. And as your second little bundle of joy starts to cry, your mother-in-law is about to get the spoon on Rafi, “Don’t worry mami, it’s fine I wanted to see my baby anyway.”  You smile at her as you trudge towards your baby's room. “Hey Meri, how’s my girl doing?” You coo at her. She has your husband’s beautiful green eyes, gorgeous fluffy curls and chubby cheeks. You hold her close to you, your heartbeat calms her down. You sit for a while ignoring the noise from the street corner thinking of when her father took you to New Mexico, 

(~Flashback~)

The evening air is warm and the breeze carries the simple romance of the night through the air. He cradles you in his soft loving arms as the stars pale in comparison to the sparkle of his eyes peering into your own.

“Y’know (y/n), I was just thinking,” “Oh that’s never good.” You snicker to yourself.

“Hey, that hurts.” He pretends to get shot in the chest. “Whatever,” You roll your eyes 

“Well, what I was going to say was, what if we get married…” He sheepishly says that last part.

“Um well, to be honest, I want to, after all, little Rafi-,” He interrupts. “Or Meri, I plan on having ten beautiful girls, well eleven because of you.’

You laugh a hearty laugh. “Yeah right, let’s just focus on the first one, but yeah I wanna be married.”

“Okay great because I have this ring in a box and I didn’t know who I was gonna give it to.” He yawns sarcastically. 

You wide-eyed stare at him for a little, until it sinks in. You sit up and push his shoulders to the ground. “Oh my God!” You kiss his face all over.

“Hey mami, watch the baby. They ain’t finished yet.” He chuckles “I love you, baby.” he smiles with his gorgeous lips. 

“I love you too, papito.” You lean in for a kiss all while smiling into his lips.  And while you once again fall in love, your favorite song plays.

~Como la flor, Con tanto amor, Me Diste tu~

“Se Marchitó, Me marcho hoy,” You sing to the bittersweet words of Selena, “ Yo sé perder, Pero a-a-ay, cómo me duele, A-a-ay, cómo me duele.” 

The smells of your cooking penetrate the room and seep out of your window into the cold air of a New York night, the warmth and love from your kitchen emanating from your apartment.

Unfortunately for you, a certain pair of eyes enjoyed your little performance, and the ethnic food smelled to him albeit too much spice for his taste, he could still feel a distant mother’s love through those smells.

And when you decided to close the window, he took that as a challenge to get into your life and ruin it. 

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Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense

.⋆｡Musketeer And The Cowboy｡⋆.

Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader

Halloween brings out the worst in all of us

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers

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Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.

But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.

You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.

This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role. 

You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink. 

But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer. 

“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula 

costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.

“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.

“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.

“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.

“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.

“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.

“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend. 

There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.

Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.

“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent. 

“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.

He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.

“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.

Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”

He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.

God you loved Halloween.

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SFW for now, but WILL be NSFW later! Soulmate AU

A mix of Soulmate AU Tropes: -Initials -Marks -Radio

Female Reader. Female pregnancy. Single Parenthood. Plus size reader. Death/Death like themes (The snap and blip) Grief Body Image Talk. Self depreciation. Inaccurate depiction of D.I.D. Mentions of polyamory General Angst Self doubt A bit of canon divergence. This takes place *WAY* after Cairo.

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Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Steven Grant, Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Marc Spector, Single Mom!Reader Plus Size!Reader x Jake Lockley Mentioned relationships: James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes x Reader Bucky x Reader Summary: "Soulmate AU with the Moonboys!

You are a curator for the Avengers Timeline for the Smithsonian they send you to London to work on the Avengers Exhibits there. While working in London, the last thing you expect in the world happens: You find your soulmates."

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The Labyrinth - Major Canon Divergence - Fem!Reader x Marc Spector - Super Hero!Reader x Marc Spector - Original Villain Character - Angst with Comfort - Canon typical violence - Language Summary: "You and Moon Knight are on a job when you get separated. Will you make it back to him, or will the Game Master win? Will you figure your way out of the Labyrinth or be lost forever?" The Anniversary Warnings: - Fem!Reader x Marc Spector - Death - Dying - Grief - Flashbacks - Medical Terminology - Papa used as a term for Father *not* Grandpa - Angst - Hurt/comfort - Fluff Summary:

"The anniversary of your Papa's death is today. You didn't think it was today. You weren't paying attention so it takes you by surprise. You start to grieve afresh, and Marc is there for you."

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Autumning in Love Warnings: -Fem!Reader x Steven Grant - Lots of playfulness - Fluff - Slight public sex, but it doesn't get that far. - Mentions of Marc and Jake. Summary: "You and Steven enjoy a lovely fall day together in London, full of hot drinks, a cemetery tour, fun, games and most of all: Making love."

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Domestic

Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2000 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Nat has a super cute wifey who likes to have mass dinners for all the avengers at their home

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The arrangement that Clint had for Laura and the kids had worked for him.

By all accounts, most people didn’t even know that they existed, which in this life, certainly helped to keep them alive.

Having people that you loved made you vulnerable, and it also put all of their lives in danger. Clint knew that all too well, and made sure that no one would know who or where they were in order to protect them.

It was a good plan, a smart plan, and when you and Natasha got married, she wanted the same thing for you.

You were the love of her life, and one of the only people in the world she truly cared for. She had spent her entire life sure that she would never fall in love, or get too close to anyone, but you had easily broken down all those walls.

That made you more valuable than gold to her.

You were her everything, and if hiding you away was what she’d have to do to keep you safe, no one would need to know about you. It had been easy for Clint, and others like him, so there was no reason it couldn’t work for her too.

Fury understood that Natasha wasn’t taking this issue lightly, so he and Colson took special precautions to make sure that no one would ever be able to find you unless they had high enough clearance and couldn’t be registered as a threat.

After all, Nat had no shortage of enemies and getting ahold of you would be all they would be after.

You were valuable to them too, for a much different reason.

Getting to you would put Natasha in quite the predicament. Using you as leverage, there was virtually nothing they couldn’t find out, which meant it was in S.H.I.E.L.Ds best interest to keep you hidden too.

They had too many secrets to keep, and Natasha held the key to most of them.

So, she kept you hidden away.

It was safer for the two of you to just keep the love you shared under wraps and you didn’t mind that. You understood that there could be real danger if you weren’t careful.

It was just something you had to do if you wanted to be with her, and you certainly did. Quite frankly, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her, even if it meant uprooting your whole life and practically going into witness protection.

However, staying there forever wasn’t an option either.

As with all things, nothing could stay a secret forever. At some point, the secret was bound to get out to someone; though, it wasn’t as detrimental as you had always assumed it would be when it finally came to light.

The visitors you had were more than welcome.

The knock at your door wasn’t one you had been expecting, but when you opened it, you were anything but worried.

Standing there, entirely unannounced, was the woman you’d married and all of the avengers.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around her shoulders before she could so much as say hello. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be so open right away, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t seen Natasha in months, and you weren’t sure you could hold back much longer with her right in front of you.

Living out here, while safe, was lonely.

Still, Natasha with as much as she missed you was paranoid by nature. Even this much, out in the open, made her nervous.

“Inside honey” she reminded gently, gingerly walking you back until you were safely within the confines of your home. It was only when the door was closed and locked with all of you inside that Nat visibly relaxed.

Understandably, she was uneasy about this whole thing.

Not only was she telling them all about you and the secret she’d been hiding for years at this point, but she was also gathering all the people she cared about in one place.

With a past like hers, it was a little stressful.

Though, she also found some amount of comfort in getting to see you again after all this time. The recent events had made it hard to sneak off and visit you without attracting suspicious or unwanted attention.

There was silence for a moment or two as the waiting crowd tried to figure out what was going on, or what about this place made it Natasha’s very important stop. She had been very clear that they couldn’t go anywhere until they came here.

There had to be a reason it was so important.

Natasha had never done anything like this before, and until this moment, they were sure that she didn’t have any personal connections to anything or anywhere. A woman like her, doing what she did, didn’t get that luxury.

...or, at least, they didn’t think so.

Almost immediately, of course, Tony connected the dots.

There was just something about the way she looked at you, and the way you looked back at her in turn, he’d seen it a million times before. He’d seen it in his own parents on the rare occasions they weren’t fighting.

You were in love.

The fact that he didn’t know you existed until today, or the fact that she’d hidden so much from him didn’t bother Tony in the least. In the lives they lived, everyone had their secrets, no one more so than Natasha.

If anything, he was glad she’d chosen to share with them now.

“This is your special lady, isn’t it?” he teased, doing his best not to be as awkward as he was sure it was coming across. Natasha was just so cagey about the things in her life, especially her love life, and this was news to him.

Good news, but news none-the-less.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say at first, taking your place at Natasha’s side. You knew who they were, of course, and you’d heard a lot about them but you had never had the privilege of meeting any of them before.

You didn’t get to meet many new people ever, for that matter. You were a little concerned that your people skills had gotten rusty.

It was impossible to know who was dangerous or not, and you didn’t want to risk running into the wrong kind. Being on high alert made it really hard to connect with people, even when you were sure they were safe.

It was new for you.

“This is my wife, Y/N” Natasha hummed, practically beaming as she finally said those words out loud. She had never had the privilege before, but this seemed like the perfect place to finally make it happen.

This was safe.

These people were safe, and even with as nervous as you were to be meeting them, you knew that Nat would never bring anyone even remotely dangerous to meet you.

The fact that she trusted them enough to bring them to your home meant that she trusted them, and if she trusted them, you could too. So, rather than hide behind your beautiful wife all night, you stood up a little straighter and decided to just give this thing a try.

“Hello, you must be the avengers” you tried, ignoring how strange the sentence sounded falling from your lips. It was hardly a normal thing to say, and hardly the most smooth delivery you’d ever given but it wasn’t the worst.

...And no one seemed too offended by it.

All in all, it was an okay icebreaker, and before too long, conversation was swelling all around you. You had gotten ready to start dinner when they arrived, so it seemed like the perfect thing to busy yourself with while they talked and checked out your home.

It was a cute little place, one Nat had practically fallen in love with, partially because of the close family floorplan and mostly because of the isolation.

The two of you sometimes talked about getting a bigger place, or moving somewhere far away from here, but for the pair of you, this house was just fine. It was decorated nicely, your way of having some agency over the situation you’d been put in with pictures and artwork everywhere.

“So, you’ve just been living here? Isn’t that a little difficult?” Steve asked, sitting down across from the island where you were stirring a bowl of what looked to be pasta salad.

This whole thing was blowing his mind.

In general, most everyone else had come to accept the arrangement you two shared as just part of being married to a spy but Captain America was less used to this whole thing, even now. The idea of hiding away your life partner was blowing his mind, even for safety's sake.

It seemed like it would be hard.

“It isn’t easy, but it’s just what we have to do. Nat’s made a lot of enemies over the years” you shrugged, doing your very best to explain the situation in the same way you did with everyone else.

It was just how it was.

You sometimes dreamed of what it would be like if you didn’t have to live like this. If you and Natasha could just go strolling down the street, hand in hand, without the fear of being kidnapped and tortured in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately though, that fear was justified. There were people everywhere who would have gladly gotten their hands on you, in this country, and all over the world.

“Well, you’ve got some allies in your corner now too” he smiled, finishing what was left of his glass of juice and then going to look through your wedding album with the others on the couch.

Clint had snatched it from the shelf as soon as he came in, after giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead as he always did, and insisted on showing it to the others. Your wedding pictures were some of his favorites, especially because he’d been the only other person in attendance to the event.

You hoped that for your sake, Steve was right. You had grown so accustomed to seeing everyone else in the world as a threat that it would be nice to know that you had some friends in this world as well.

“You forgot to stir the noodles, honey” Nat grinned, gliding past you to the stove where the pot was bubbling away. You had a habit of getting a little far off, especially in a kitchen setting, with a million thoughts swirling around in your head.

It was something you hated, but couldn't seem to get a handle on, but Natasha found it endearing.

It reminded her of the first time you’d offered to make her dinner and ended up burning most of the spaghetti to the bottom of the pan.

It reminded her of why she’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

~

Eventually, with the quick rescue of the spaghetti from Nat, dinner was ready which meant that your small, meant for two dining room, was full to the brim with assassins, super soldiers, and avengers of all varieties.

It wasn’t exactly how you saw tonight going, but as everyone crowded around the dining room table, you were anything but upset about that.

This was what you’d always wanted. A house full of guests, a warm dinner spread out over the entire table, and the love of your life at your side.

It was absolutely perfect.

You didn’t get to experience things like this very often, but you had a feeling that now that it had happened, this was going to be an ongoing occurrence for you and Natasha, who enjoyed these things much more than she’d ever admit.

After all, this group was her family, and it wasn’t going to kill her to be a little domestic from time to time.

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To Be Cherished…

Natasha Romanoff x FemPlusSize!Reader

18+ | SMUT | Minors DNI

To Be Mine Forever (Next)

Oral(R receiving), Fingering (R receiving), Thigh Riding (Nat), Double-Sided Strap—Reader riding, Daddy Kink

Warnings: Alluded to fat-phobia, passive-aggressive abusive coworkers, trust issues, insecure reader

Heads Up Buttercups: 8857 Words 💋

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Natasha locked the door to her apartment, and set off into the night for a much needed escape. The world could most certainly survive if the Black Widow took a night off, and it's not like they had been given much of a choice anyways. Natasha was craving human interaction, the kind that was free of expectation, so off to the bar she went.

The attention she craved tonight wasn't necessarily promiscuous, but she would be lying to say she had sworn it off all together. Her outfit was slightly reserved, but it was also incredibly form fitting, with a classy view of her cleavage leaving hardly anything to the imagination.

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Your outfit was quite the opposite, as you were forced into the skimpiest of clothes for this bartending gig. The tube top, and black jean booty shorts barely contained your figure, truthfully doing nothing but to make you incredibly uncomfortable. Your gapless thighs would uncomfortably rub against each other as you maneuvered behind the bar at an efficient pace, leaving behind "chub rub" most nights. Then your far from toned stomach was visible to every patron served, and their eyes never failed to roam the entirety of your body.

Being a bigger woman you always anticipated the stares, people would be "inconspicuously" ogling your 'assets', then reimagining them on the toned blonde two stools down. You were also more than accustomed to the backhanded compliments from desperate patrons nearing last call, having yet to leave with someone.

"You're beautiful... for a girl your size, want to get outta here?"

Your response always came in the form of a tight lipped smile, and a firm 'no thank you.' Even though all you'd wanted to do in the moment was sucker punch the asshole, while simultaneously bursting into tears. Alas, you had bills to pay, and couldn't afford to lose your place—your kitty baby depended on you. The reminder that you graduated in a little under a year was all that really got you through your shifts anymore.

Natasha could hear the music roaring from a whole street down as she slowly approached the designated party block. The streets were flooded with plastered college kids trying to forget their studies as they bar hopped, and the older crowd was glued to their stool as they worked to drown out their worries. Natasha found amusement in observing the everyday people; stressing over such trivial occurrences that many of them had a hand in choosing for themselves.

If only she'd had the same problems...

She entered the first bar she saw, instantly regretting it as it appeared to be for a much younger crowd. It didn't take much for her to see their intentions were to engage in illegal activities, and she's not interested in having to be a narc so she swiftly retreated. The next few bars were busts as well, full of crowds of dull looking individuals, who make people watching entirely too mundane, so she continued on in her search.

She'd eventually settled upon the Hooter-esque bar—"The Glory Hole"—that left its workers in skimpy fits, with an array of patrons from all walks of life. Entirely too amused by the topless men in booty shorts, prancing around the establishment with pen pads and trays, she nearly missed the women behind the counter. Prissy overachievers was her first thought, as she vaguely heard their exaggerated giggles, but then her eyes made their way to you.

Something about the look in your eye had her absolutely enthralled, you were nothing like your fellow bartenders whom all seemed ecstatic to be here. The obvious obligation in your stance had instantly drawn her to you, because she herself is no stranger to the obligatory workings of the world.

She observed as the men and women patrons looked to you, ordering their drinks with their gazes obviously never meeting your eyes. Your tight smile gave way to the clear disinterest you'd felt for the attention, but your sweet tone in contrast had her smirking over her drink as she could just practically hear your internal monologues. Though she indeed found pleasure in briefly ogling your physique, she truly found the sound of your laugh—even if forced—to be more enticing.

After a little over an hour the traffic had finally died down, leaving you alone at the bar as all the others rushed off to take their 'breaks' in the laps of the many patrons, she'd decided this would be her chance to make her move to get closer to you. Her eyes had spent most of their time observing you, favoring you over the idiotic patrons she'd initially come for, and with every passing moment she'd found herself itching with unrivaled need to talk to you.

Being that you were no stranger to the stares, you'd felt hers almost immediately, but it wasn't anything you'd ever been used to. There was nothing about her gaze that was fueled by disgust, nor that devious curiosity that reigns in the eyes of those with the unexplored "chubby girl" fetishes you'd unfortunately grown used to. It came as quite a shock to you seeing as she was extremely fit, and quite literally an Avenger. It's no lie to say that she could have quite literally have anyone she wanted in this establishment; to even flirt with the idea that she'd be interested in you felt  much more like a fever dream.

Whenever you would spare the glance her way her eyes wouldn't waver in their hold on you. Gentle intensity met your painfully insecure orbs, working overtime to pull you in, thus causing you to stutter in your movements more than once. Natasha would smirk over her glass, feeling accomplished whenever you ended up over pouring the shot, or nearly dropping your strainer when pouring a patrons drink.

Anxiety had overtook your form once your coworkers had abandoned you at the bar, and you could tell by the way the  redhead was fidgeting around that she was preparing to move from her seat. Deep down you'd wanted her to approach you, maybe even flirt with you, but the even deeper seeded insecurities told you not to get your hopes up—to remember who you were in comparison to her. Attempting to avoid a prematurely broken heart you'd focused your attention on cleaning the bar up, shuffling around the bottles, then moving to restock the emptied.

An unexpected ringing from above had left you startled, causing you to hit your head on the undercarriage of the bar, and by a stroke of luck you'd been able to save the disheveled bottles before they could come crashing down. Reluctantly you stood to your feet to help whom ever it was that nearly cost you an entire paycheck, biting back the pained groan in favor of a friendly smile. Beautiful, iridescent green eyes, now apparently full of concern had been what you found yourself greeted with.

"Good evening, how may I satisfy your hole? Would another vodka soda suffice?" You ask the woman the go to slogan-esque question that the owner Bob had coined, internally cringing for the millionth time as the embarrassing words leave your mouth.

"Are you okay?" She tenderly questions you, completely overlooking your "professional" greeting.

"Oh, I'm fine miss, just a little bump is all. Thank you for asking, I truly appreciate it."

"Natasha." She gently corrects with an easy smile as she stares into your eyes.

"I know who you are miss, it's just more a professional courtesy is all, as I'm almost certain that you like to remain anonymous to the world when you're out in it."

"Yeah, you're not wrong, but I certainly don't mind when a pretty girl such as yourself calls me by my name." She shamelessly flirts as her smile morphs into a cheeky smirk, followed quickly by you exaggeratedly rolling your eyes at her words, but your stomach betrays you as it flutters with daunting hope.

Natasha also sees right through your gesture, because when your eyes refocus on her own she can see the insecurity that's mercilessly drowning out the hope swirling around, and the lack of faith in others you have—though she relates—truly breaks her heart.

"It would be even nicer if I also knew her name, so that I could know who it is I'm going out with later tonight."

"You're the Black Widow, I'm sure you know my name, probably even have access to my social security for that matter." You deadpan, having no tangible faith in this encounter as it progresses, insecurities now entirely controlling your thoughts.

"What's the fun in looking you up in a database when I have the gorgeous source stood before me?"

"Look, it's only a matter of minutes before the sex crazed idiots I work with all return, as well as the next wave of patrons who will follow. Please, can you just tell me which one of the said idiots put you up to this so that I can just set you free? I'll even tell them I fell into your trap, that I actually believed that someone like you was interested in someone like me. Then you can all share your little laugh later at my expense. Just please, stop whatever this is." You snap at the woman, losing all means of professionalism as you've grown tired of this repetitive act you've been subjected to

Usually this is perpetrated by the likes of Macy, the high school drop out from your graduating year, whom of which had conveniently showed up in the big apple a few months back. She also just so happens to be this bars go to piece of eye candy so reports to Bob end up getting filed away in a dusty HR folder. The same Macy who's currently in the far corners booth with her tongue down "Old Johnny Boy's" throat. You never expected she'd drag an Avenger into the mix just to humiliate you, nor that one would willing bite.

Though the hurt that flashes over her features at the insinuating words you just angrily spewed at her had you instantly regret them.  The genuine frown on her face, and the ways in which you saw her internally monologuing before speaking once more told you she was completely caught off guard.

"Sweet angel, I can assure you that this isn't some twisted game, I've never met your coworkers, and clearly I'm the better one for it if that's something they'd do to you. You're truly gorgeous to me honey, I've spent most of my evening just marveling at the sight of you and your beautiful smile. So of course I'd be interested in "someone like you," and I'd genuinely love nothing more than to take you out after your shift ends."

"I-I, Natasha, I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Listen, there's this really cute diner up the way that never really closes, so please, if you're truly sorry then just let me take you out...?" She pointedly cuts your stuttered apology off, truly holding nothing against you in the moment, but very much willing to use your remorse to seal in the date with you.

"Well I'd be a fool to turn you down, so if it's a genuine offer, then I'll be all yours in an hour."

Natasha's face lights up at your sudden switch to acceptance, then she places her hand over yours on the bar to lightly squeeze it in silent confirmation that she's definitely all in here.

"I'm just going to slip off back to my corner table now while I attempt to wait patiently for you to get off moya prekrasnaya devushka..." She relays, before lifting your hand up and gently linking hers with yours to place a kiss to your knuckles before promptly departing.

(My beautiful girl)

The last hour of your shift is honestly a breeze once you allow yourself to feel the hope that's squeezing at your heart.

—

"Y/N/N...." Macy's shrill voice sings out your unfavored nickname, breaking through your peace, and like always her voice never fails to cause your body to tense up.

"I have a date." You flatly state with your hand already on the door handle seeing as how you knew where this was headed and you'd already clocked out ten minutes ago.

"Yeah, and I'm ugly, try something a bit more believable next time Y/N/N. Johnny wants to take me home, and Brad already left with Jamarion so that only leaves you to help close."

"Jesus Macy, you're the one scheduled to close with Patrick tonight, so do your damn job because my date's been patiently waiting on me while I was changing." You groan in response, swiftly moving out of the employee's backroom and passing by the amused looking blonde.

"Ooh, look at you suddenly getting all feisty... Now, like I was saying, I really need you to handle it for me tonight. No need to lie about a date, especially not when I have a very important one of my own to attend to." Macy teases as she follows you out, completely oblivious to the assassin's watching eyes as she casually humiliates you.

Natasha watches the scene playing out, doing her very best to keep the anger at bay when she sees the way that your coworker treats you in front of everybody. She smiles to herself though as she hears you standing up for yourself, and judging by the blondes scowl it's clearly not a usual occurrence.

"Attend it once your shift ends then—because newsflash, that's how having a job works. Goodbye now Macy."

Before the girl can push you any further though Natasha decides to step in to hopefully shut this messy bitch up so that she can finally have you all to herself.

"Hey there sweetheart, are you ready to go?"

Macy's eyes nearly bulge out of her skull at the sight of Natasha Romanoff with her arm wrapped around your shoulder, and she's not entirely sure why but for some reason her eyes are completely zeroed in on you.

"Yes, I'm really sorry that it took me so long, I needed to change and then my coworker here was trying to get me to cover her tonight but I had to sadly decline."

"Sorry, Mace is it? But we must be on our way now, hopefully your boyfriend is able to stay up passed his bedtime just this once though, I'm sure the senior center will make the exception for you. Good luck, we'll be rooting for you."

Natasha pulls you out of the bar within the same instant, leaving the blonde a spluttering mess, and her heart soars unbelievably high at the sound of your unfiltered laughter.

"Oh my gosh! Did you see her face?! That was fucking amazing, you're truly amazing!"

Natasha's quick to pull you into a kiss as the heightened feelings of joy overwhelm her, lightly leaning into you as she maneuvers your body against the brick wall, but before it could divulge into a rushed night she pulls back.

"Woah..." You mutter, mouth remaining agape as the realization of what took place hits you.

She chuckles at your adorably shocked face then places another sweet kiss to your cheek as she links her hands with yours, and then pulls you down the street.

"Yeah, I might've gotten ahead of myself there darling, I hope I didn't scare you off."

You swiftly quell her worries, then allow her to lead you to the 24/7 diner you're already intimately familiar with as a college student. Which is made rather apparent to the assassin as she watches you being greeted with a warm embrace. Had the lady not been nearing her sixties she might've even been jealous, but you agreeably being here with her was enough to calm her truly unwarranted feelings.

"Y/N! Sweetheart, it's been so long, it's so good to see you!" Eliza greets you with a firm hug, tiny arms doing their best to wrap around you, and you reciprocate the gesture by loosely wrapping your arms around her fragile form.

"Mama Liz, how have you been? Sorry, but college has been kicking my behind these last couple weeks. So between the masters coursework, and the bar I've been a bit preoccupied."

"I've been great dear, I hope you have been as well, don't go overworking yourself now."

"Tired, but overall yes, I'm doing well."

"That's good dear, now let's get the two of you seated, booth or table?" She asks while picking up two menus, even if she knows you won't be needing it.

You look back to your date with a soft smile, still shocked to see the gorgeous redheaded woman behind you, and she understands you're both leaving the decision up to her.

"A booth would be nice." Natasha quietly decides, suddenly nervous having now already met someone who—judging by the title you'd greeted her with, seems to be important to you.

Natasha slides into her side with apparent ease, whereas you cautiously take your seat across from her, slightly sucking in to ensure you're not embarrassingly struggling to fit into the narrow space. Natasha obviously sees this, inwardly she's cursing herself for not even considering the limitations of a booth, but she remains quiet and averts her gaze to the menu. Once you're comfortable with the seating you silently observe her as she curiously overlooks the menu.

"The t-bone steak with your choice of eggs and country style potatoes seems like it would be something you'd like." You suddenly state, and her accompanying chuckle makes you a bit nervous to hear her thoughts.

"Yeah, is that right now?" She teases, lowering her menu a tad to meet your gaze.

"Yeah, you don't seem like you'd be all that interested in the sweet side of breakfast; so really the steak, potatoes and eggs is simple enough, and you seem like a practical person."

"Honey, it's currently one in the morning, I'd like to think practicality was kinda thrown out the window." She jests, then places her menu down and takes a sip of the water before her.

She observes the slight fall of your face, recognizing the insecurity that once again is written all over you, and she hates how truly engrained it all is in your mind.

"Fair point, well, I'm getting the classic burger with fries and a chocolate shake." You apprise her of your order while nervously fidgeting as you begin to stack up the abundance of creamers on the table.

Natasha reaches out to grip your hands, successfully stopping your stacking game, consequently pulling your distant gaze up to meet hers. Her kind smile works to bring you back to the moment, and you suddenly feel this need to apologize for the sudden mood drop.

"I'm sorr—."

"Hey, hey, sweet girl... Please don't apologize, whatever it is you're feeling is more than okay. How can I help?"

Before you could voice your insecurity driven thoughts Mama Liz interrupts the both of you, taking the both of your orders, and as you'd expected Natasha does order the T-Bone Steak breakfast. As soon as Liz takes off Natasha looks for you to continue, squeezing your hand for encouragement, and so with a slight hesitance you nervously begin to ramble.

"It's just, I don't understand why you're here. Even though you've told me why, I just can't wrap my head around it, because there were so many people at the bar you could've gone home with. So many people that were far closer to being in your league, so much prettier even. I'm just an average looking chubby girl, and normally I don't struggle to see my worth, but this still just feels like a big old joke to me. There's no fathomable reason you, The Black Widow, gorgeous as you are would want to be caught dead with someone like me."

Natasha's jaw briefly tenses at the way you speak so ill of yourself, it truly boils her blood because you're genuinely gorgeous. Clearly you're blinded by what society has told you to think of yourself, and she plans to undo this horrific conditioning of yours, to let you see just what she sees when she looks to you. Quickly she'd gotten up and situated herself beside you on your side of the booth. Using her left hand she guides your face up to get you to look at her. Her other hand remains atop of yours on the table, subtly intertwining her fingers with your own as she does her best to reassure you once again.

"Y/N, you are so fucking gorgeous, every single last bit of you. Whoever has told you otherwise deserves to have their eyes removed for their inability to use them correctly, then honestly to have their asses beat for lying to you. Now, to answer your looming question, none of those people at the bar had what you do, because beyond you being incredibly hot, more importantly I can tell you're beautiful in every other way as well. Whatever it is you've been made to see, I need you to work to unsee it, and to realize your beauty because I want you in anyway you will let me have you, and if I'm being honest with you I'm sort of hopeful it's in totality."

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to seem so insecure, honestly it's embarrassing."

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay, you deserve to be cherished, and I promise to do just that this early morning."

Natasha leans forward to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, hopeful it's enough to reassure you, though she once again finds herself reluctant to pull away but she somehow finds the strength to do so just in time for the food to arrive.

Mama Liz silently settles the food down on your rightful sides, then as Natasha shifts back to her original seat Liz sends a knowing wink your way and you find yourself shying away.

"Enjoy the food ladies."

"Thank you ma'am." Natasha politely says with her nervous eyes on the elder woman.

"Oh no dear, Mama Liz is just fine, because any friend of Y/N's is a friend of mine." She sweetly relays, emphasizing the word 'friend' as she sends another not so subtle wink your way.

Silence falls over the table as the both of you dig into your plates, sounds of forks scraping and muffled chewing is all that really fills the space around you until the Russian finally asks you the highly anticipated question.

"So... How do you know Mama Liz?"

"She's the owner of my favorite diner." You purposefully answer with sparse details, then you lightly chuckle at the sounds of her displeased huff.

"I mean—."

"I know what you mean." You playfully tease her, then go on to give her what she wanted.

"I'm not from New York if you hadn't figured that out yet, I am actually from a small town out in California, which I'm grateful for because living in that state had at least prepared me for the sheer size of this place." You relay, pausing to gulp down a drink of your water before continuing on.

"When I arrived here on a wing and a prayer five years ago, I had effectively known nobody, so in turn my first year here was rather lonely. I'd come here, order this exact meal, and focus in on my studies while the ambiance of the building provided me much needed comfort. Over time Eliza here took notice of me, so on nights when the restaurant was slow she'd just sit with me and converse over a cup of coffee. The simple gesture was the only thing that had made me feel welcome in this massive city, she really was my only friend."

Natasha smirks at the way you dually emphasize the use of the term friend, now understanding the true meaning behind the elder woman's previous inflection, and her underlying protectiveness over you.

"To this day she is still my greatest adversary, she's taken such great care of me over the years. This one time when she was comforting me over a bad break up I had kinda let the title slip, and she hushed my apologies with happy acceptance instead. She's truly a sweet woman, who deserves nothing short of the world."

Natasha admires the way you speak with such care for the woman, a newfound appreciation for the diner owner arises as she hears about the ways in which she's cared for you; shocking hope knocks at her heart in anticipation that one day she'll be able to be the one to comfort you instead.

"She's actually retired for the most part, having passed the diner off to her son a couple years back, but he recently got really sick though so she's currently holding down the fort again. So on the days when I have the free time I come in to work with her. She tries to pay me, and when I vehemently refuse she'll still find a way to slip a $20 into my pocket and shove an entire weeks worth of food into my hand." Somberly the words leave your mouth, followed by an exaggerated sigh as you finish off, finally looking up to see the beautiful woman already staring at you.

"Mama Liz is actually reserved for me, so you should honestly feel extra special." You lightly tease the woman who only returns your teasing with a gentle smile.

"Well, you two have a great night, I'll see you next weekend my darling girl." Eliza relays while suddenly popping up, refilling your empty water cups as she does, and turning to you for confirmation and you lightly nod.

Before walking away she places a tender kiss to your cheek, glaring at you in subtle challenge as she sees you consider wiping the remnants of the wet kiss off, triumphantly smiling at the both of you when you decided to leave it be.

"Keep her safe, and be good to my sweet Y/N." She reiterates with a soft glare when looking to the Avenger sat before you, causing you to stifle your laughter when you notice the almost fearful look in the former assassin's eyes.

"Of course ma'a—Mama Liz, I promise." Natasha stutters out, subtly correcting herself, and you observe her wide smile when the woman leans down to kiss her cheek as well.

You'd basically watched as her anxieties all but faded away under the tender touch of the elder woman, and you felt an abundance of hope consume you at the sight of your comfort person and your new prospective lover getting along so well.

"I know you will..." She confirms with a firm squeeze to the former assassins shoulder before rushing off to take her leave.

Shonda, the woman clocking in to replace Eliza waves your way while assisting another table, instantly peeking the redheads interest as she observes the interaction with jealous curiosity.

"Who's that?"

Her voice was laced with an obvious distaste she'd been trying to hide, and you smirked over the bite of your burger at the thought of her potentially being jealous.

"Shonda, she works twelve hour graveyard shifts twice a week to cover the bills her student loans, and supplemental payments from the government don't cover. Her husband was shipped off a couple months ago to be thrown into combat, thus leaving her alone to finish her last year of undergrad with a nearly five month old. Lovely woman."

Natasha's shoulders settle at your in depth description of the woman, allowing her to know that she was expressly spoken for, then she tenses once more when she sees you dipping a fry into your shake.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"This, Miss Romanoff, is a diner delicacy." You  tease, passing the sticky fry over and staring expectantly at her as she observes it fearfully.

The melted chocolate ice cream begins to drip down the fry, nearly reaching her fingertips so she reluctantly throws the questionable food into her mouth, and you silently cheer at the involuntary moan that leaves her mouth.

"Shit, that's shockingly good." She states while doing grabby hands, causing you to giggle loudly at her enthusiasm.

You push your shake, along with your fries to the center of the table, then gesture for her to have at it, watching amusedly as she dips her own into your shake with an almost childlike glee.

"How's everything going over here?" Shonda's customer voice sings in question, successfully popping your bubble, and you stand at the sound of her voice to pull her into a bear hug.

"Pictures!" You pretty much shriek in her face, ignoring her question, and Natasha just continues to devour your food while silently observing the interaction.

"He's sitting up with barely any assistance now, and look at him, the little shit looks just like his father. I did all the damn work, and still am as of right now, and if you saw us together at the grocery store you'd think I'd kidnapped him."

"Oh you hush, he literally has your nose." You try to reason with her, receiving a harsh slap to your arm for a reason you're unaware of.

"Do you see the size of that nose?! Mine is tiny and cute, how incredibly rude..."

You roll your eyes at her asinine antics, then sit back down across from your date when the chef calls out that an order is ready to go out.

"Well, duty calls, feel free to leave whenever. Your guy's tab was already covered—Eliza's orders, I hope that you two have a wonderful night, and I'll see you next weekend sweets."

"Oh no, please do let me pay." Natasha panics, instantly reaching for her wallet, but Shonda dismisses her with the shake of her hand.

Natasha frowns when she swiftly takes off to assist the other tables, so she huffs and defiantly places a crisp $100 bill onto the table under the already stacked dishes and stands with her hand extended out for yours.

"That was very sweet of you Natasha, especially when the meal was definitely no more than $35." You coo, placing a kiss to her cheek in thanks as you both exit the diner, and Natasha's just grateful for the cover of night so that you don't see her blushing.

"It was honestly nothing dorogoy."

The both of you set off in the direction of your apartment that was only a little ways up the street. You were happily swinging your interlocked hands while talking about anything and everything imaginable and Natasha was honestly more than happy to just listen to you. It was honestly amazing to watch as you'd gone from this hesitant, closed off shell of a human to an overzealous goof in just under a few hours.

"This is me." You shyly announce, stopping in front of the set of semi-rundown studio apartments.

"Noooo, it can't be." Natasha whines, stomping her feet in clear protest, and moving her hands to hold you in front of her by your love handles.

Seeing the woman who's globally known for her ever so stoic disposition whining amuses you tremendously, especially over something as minor as you departing after only having just met earlier in the night. So you smirk at her, which only causes her to deepen her pout, then she catches you off guard by moving to trap you against the brick walls of your building.

The sheer force with which she uses to shove you into the wall shouldn't shock you but it most definitely does as you gasp at the impact. Most individuals have avoided having to move you around, so you'd never actually thought you'd find someone willing to, let alone able to do so, and the act alone had you feeling dizzy.

Her lips pressing against yours with bruising force also did nothing to distract you from your already impure thoughts. You found yourself eagerly matching her force, moving your lips in tandem against one another's until the both of you were eventually pulling back as you were completely void of oxygen in your lungs.

"I still haven't been able to cherish you like I promised detka." She breathlessly rasps against your kiss swollen lips, voice having dropped an entire octave; streetlights perfectly illuminated her face, and gave you a clear view of her lust filled orbs.

"What's stopping you?" You challenge the woman with a playful smile, and quirked brow.

"Lead the way angel." She muses, forcefully spinning you around by your plush hips until your stood before her as a guide.

Her tight hold on your hips remains as you make your way to the door, keys in hand, but the nerves began to drown out your fleeting wave of confidence thus causing your ability to unlock a door to all but disappear. Natasha's right hand slowly trails up your side, nimble fingers lightly cascade down the expanse of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they travel with purpose to grab the color coded keys from your shaky hands.

"Which key is it sweetheart?"

"Gre-en." You manage to stutter out over your incredibly dry throat, and as if she can sense the nerves—of course she can—her lips move to place a gentle kiss to the side of your neck as she simultaneously unlocks the door and guides you inside.

Before she can pounce on you though as she intends to a loud meow, followed by a protective hiss halts her movements.

"Jesus, Kitty Baby, don't go scaring off my beautiful guest." You scold the calico pigmy cat, gently lifting her up to properly introduce her to the redhead before passing her along and filling the cat's bowl with food.

"Her name is kitty baby?" She asks, humor clear in her tone as she sets your tiniest love down at her food bowl.

"Well, yeah..." You nervously answer her, scratching at the back of your neck and the redhead moves quickly to envelop you in her strong arms.

"That's just adorable." She humorously mumbles against your lips before leaning in to tenderly kiss you, leading to you pretty much melting against her as she guides you by your hips to lean against your counter.

"Oh love, I can't wait to have you beneath me, giving you all the tenderness that you deserve, is that what you want too?"

The words hardly register in your mind as her kisses begin to trail down your neck, desperate whimpers fall from your lips as it sinks in for you just how touch starved you've truly been.

"Honey, are you with me?" Natasha asks, very much aware of the effect she's having on you, and loving every second of it.

Humming—it's all you can do in this instance to let her know that you're presently in the moment with her. Eyes lazily flutter open though once you feel her lips leaving your collarbone, and her eyes bore into your own expectantly.

"My beautiful, sweet angel, I need words before I can go any further here, what do you want?"

"Please baby, just cherish me..." You whimper, shiver running down the redheads spine at the desperation in your tone as you plead for her.

"I truly don't mind cherishing you here angel, but a bed might be more comfortable."

Even though your mind was muddy, and your legs felt like jelly when you walked you managed to guide her into your room. With a gentleness she'd pushed you back onto your mattress, and then moved to straddle your thighs. Natasha was rather cautious when approaching the subject of removing your own dress.

"Detka, can I?" She husks into your ear, while her fingers twist the bottom of your dress and she breathes in deeply to work to contain her urges.

She had began to lightly grind her hips down against your own to keep the arousal flowing. Too far gone to even feel embarrassed by the idea of her seeing you so exposed you happened to mumble out a:

"Daddy please, take it off."

Intentions—as pure as they can be, are not always met with equivalent actions when one's in the heat of the moment. A flip had switched in Natasha at the title that naturally rolled off your tongue, and in a completely feral state she'd ripped your dress in half.

"Fuck..." She groaned, watching excitedly at the way your nipples immediately perked up at the contact with the cold air since you were already braless.

Natasha's mouth connected to yours briefly before her lips and nimble fingers trailed down the entirety of your body with a purpose. Delicate fingers trace over your stretch marks with the utmost care, leaving behind bursts of goosebumps that are then followed by soft lips leaving behind a multitude of love bites in their wake before she makes her way down.

"Honey, can I?"

"Yes, please..."

"Good girl..." She praises while pulling your panties off in one swift motion, grateful for your use of both your words and manners.

Her firm grip on your thighs has your body shaking with anticipation when she spreads them further than you could do on your own. Natasha breathes in deeply, letting the smell of your arousal consume her before she's diving right in.

"Oh, oh, shitt..."

Expertly—she uses her tongue to bring you over the edge within a matter of minutes, remaining there even longer as she makes sure to lap up every last drop of your addicting arousal. After being substantially satisfied with her collection she pulls back to marvel at the sight of your glistening folds.

While her fingers teasingly ran through your slick folds she had began to need to rub her own thighs together in search of the much needed friction. In a frenzied state she pulled away, leaving you to whimper at the loss of contact, spurring her on to move quickly to rip her clothing off, so that she could then straddle your right thigh without pesky barriers. A low moan fell from her at the slight contact, her hips then began to move with a clear goal, as she ground into your thigh in desperate chase of her release.

"Look at what you did to daddy honey, making me make a mess all over your luscious thighs..."

She'd slowly dipped her fingers back through your folds to collect your arousal, teasingly rolling over your sensitive nub before trailing back down to push two fingers into your pulsating entrance. Your incoherent babbles had brought a brief smirk to her face before her own mouth fell open, releasing the filthiest of moans that only furthered your own arousal.

Natasha could hardly keep herself up between the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving by humping your thigh, and the delicious feeling of your warm, tight walls holding her fingers captive. She was nearing her breaking point—movements becoming erratic, and at the same time that Natasha had curled her fingers up inside of you, and used her thumb to rub against your clit you'd tensed the muscles in your thigh effectively throwing the both of you over and into a state of pure bliss.

Natasha instantaneously fell into you, lips smashing into yours carelessly, and her tongue wasted no time in pushing passed your lips to explore the entirety of your mouth while the both of you were still reeling from your mind blowing orgasms.

"We're not done yet, I always come prepared..." She husks against your lips before she's pulling back with a renewed energy while moving to collect something from her bag.

The familiar sounds of her fastening the strap to herself had you a tad bit nervous, but the excitement of it all weighed it out. Natasha crawled back onto the bed, hovering her face above yours before leaning in for a much sweeter kiss than the previous ones.

"Listen honey, I'm going to ask you to do something, and I want you to please consider trying it before you just say no."

With the way she looked to you, the nerves were now beginning to drown out the excitement, so you silently nodded in vague agreement.

"Daddy's going to lay against these pillows, and you're going to ride my cock, okay? I promise there's nothing to worry about, I got you..."

"What if I hu—."

"Honey, you could never hurt me, I promise... I'm starting to wonder myself if you might be the thing that actually makes me whole again."

Natasha wipes away at the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes at her sincere words, then she places a kiss to your nose, and smiles kindly down at you when you nod shyly in favor of her request. Natasha gets situated on the bed, hands reaching up to hold yours while you struggle to maneuver across the memory foam mattress. Nearly falling on top of her like you'd feared, but once again her strength amazed you, saving you from the embarrassment of it all with a cheeky wink thrown your way.

Natasha holds one of your hands while using her other to guide the faux cock to your entrance, gaze nothing short of encouraging as you begin to lower yourself onto the strap. Wincing at the way it had stretched you out, Natasha was quick to comfort you:

"Shhh.. You're okay honey, move whenever you're ready."

Never had you done something like this before, it's always just been missionary, or down on all fours. You'd say it's because the idea terrified you, but more so it's because your previous partners were never interested in such a thing with you, it was always just about a quick release with you for them. Natasha observed the hesitancy, but was patient and allowed you the time to explore, watching in adoration as you slowly began to grind against her.

The strap moved inside the both of you at the perfect angle once you'd finally got the hang of lightly bouncing, testing out your limits and finding immense pleasure in it. The coil within Natasha's abdomen was tightening far quicker than before now that she was able to see you in this new way. Carefree as can be as you rode her strap, breasts bouncing in rapid succession along with your belly. Her marks beautifully littered across your skin, illuminated by the sweat that had layered your body, and the different noises that filled the room were driving her absolutely crazy.

Natasha watched on as your moves began to falter, exhaustion rather prominent in your eyes, and she herself was barely holding on. Planting her feet firmly into the bed she'd aggressively thrusted her hips upwards, causing you to fall forward, but Natasha's arm was quick to wrap around you to rotate your bodies. Slamming you down into mattress, thus causing the strap to reach your furthest depths, causing you to scream as your arousal came gushing out of you, drenching her strap, and the sheets beneath the both of you. Natasha's climax was just as intense, having found the way that you just came undone below her so unbelievably hot, her intense screams slightly muffled against your neck.

After your third orgasm had ran through you Natasha could tell you were spent, honestly, she was too after the long week she'd just had. Bodies seemingly molded together as one once she settled atop of you; the panting, sweaty mess she was, lazily placing tender kisses over the marks she'd left behind while the both of you came down from your collective highs.

"Thank you..." A choked out phrase tumbles from your lips, vulnerability obvious, and heartbreaking as she felt you lightly shaking from beneath her.

"It was truly my pleasure detka, there's no need for thanks." She reassures you before attaching her lips to yours for a lazy round of making out.

Exhaustion doesn't even stop her from kissing you as your lips are far too intoxicating, sighs of contentment leaving her in the moment tell you just how happy she truly is. The only thing able to convince her to pull away is the pained whine that reverberates through her mouth from your throat when her knee had accidentally brushed against your puffy, sensitive core.

Natasha reluctantly pulls back from your lips only to settle on admiring you, leaning her face onto her hand that's propped up by her elbow. Total serenity consumes her at the sight of your stilled features, taking her fingers she gently trailed them across your face until she coaxed you from your nearing sleep state.

"Hey there sunshine..." She sweetly whispers once your eyes finally open, thumb dragging along your kiss swollen lips as she does.

"Hi..." You croak out, then with an embarrassed smile you turn to bury your face into her shoulder.

Natasha loves how shy you suddenly became even after the intense ways in which you'd both just intimately used one another's bodies for pleasure. Her hand went up to cup the back of your head to hold you close while she whispered into your ear.

"Moya prekrasnaya devushka, I'm going to be right back, don't fall asleep just yet..."

(My beautiful girl)

After your hum of acknowledgment she'd kissed your temple then took off towards your kitchen. Collecting two glasses of ice water, and preparing a post love making snack as fast as she could before making her way back to you.

"Honey, where are your night clothes?"

Lazily you'd pointed out the top drawer, so she'd sifted through it to find you a camisole and pair of panties, then for herself she took an old graphic T-shirt that fortunately for her had smelled just like you. After she'd cleaned you both up, then redressed your now self aware form she'd sat herself against the headboard and beckoned you close.

"Dorogoy, come here..."

Shyly you'd set yourself in her lap, allowing her to pull your back flush against her front as she cuddled you from behind, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck for the brief moment of peace it offered her.

"I made us a snack, then after we eat we can go to sleep..."

Natasha broke the sandwich she'd made in half, handing you your side before digging right into her own like a woman starved. Without much consideration you also took a large bite, but grew to quickly regret it as your body was thrown into a coughing fit.

"Natasha, what exactly ... is ... this?"

"A peanut butter sandwich...?"

"Jeezus, so I introduce you to a delicacy, and you go and try to kill me with this brick of a sandwich. I'm not rich, but I know damn well I had jelly."

Natasha's laughter warms your heart as it reaches your ears, and shakes throughout your body with her underneath you.

"Come on, it's not that bad.." She gets out over her laughter while raising your glass of water to your lips to offer you much needed 'salvation.'

"Much better..." You exaggeratedly sigh out, quickly rolling away to avoid the pinch headed for your hips, but she pounced on you anyways.

The laughter faded quickly as the exhaustion resettled into your bodies, and you smiled at the way Natasha had decided to attach herself to you like a koala bear.

"Goodnight detka..." She breathes against your collarbones, and you return the sentiment while pulling the blanket up over your bodies.

—

Natasha had to rush off the following morning after receiving a text from Maria that she had been needed for an emergency mission. Broodingly she'd traveled around the room to collect her belongings, slowly redressing herself so that she could continue to admire your sleeping form. Natasha's gaze happily rested on the swell of your ass while she pulled a pen out of her bag to leave you behind a note. Leaving a kiss in the corner of the letter, she then does the same to your cheek before reluctantly taking off out of your front door.

When you woke up to an empty bed your heart had honestly sank, the fear that she'd just used her learned deceptive skills to have you convinced you were more than a challenging fuck ran through your mind. Your tear line had begun to fill, but as you sat up your sight fell to your bedside table. Sat atop the furnishing was a beautifully written note, a bottle of water, granola bar and a business card with her personal information.

After a moment of just sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to stabilize the nervous fluttering heart in your chest you finally found the bravery to pick up the note.

"Dearest Y/N,

I'll be back, no promises on when exactly, but just know that I did NOT want to leave your side this morning. Because honey, you looked far too delectable for your own good, but sadly duty calls, so once I finish saving the world I'll be back to pick up where we'd left off...

Take care of yourself,

XO, Natasha 💋"

The simple note had truly made your heart swell, filling with the kind of hope you'd only ever dreamed of—Natasha was proving rather quickly to be your wildest dream come true.

—

The week had come to an end pretty quickly, and you were currently finishing up your shift at the bar; relief spreading throughout your aching muscles as you spun around to place a final drink before a young man when a familiar flash of red had caught your gaze. Natasha was stood off to the side of the bar with a wide smile, her hair thrown up into a messy bun, wearing a tight pair of jeans, that she'd paired with an oversized hoodie that you immediately recognized as the one missing from your closet.

"Welcome to the Glory Hole where we aim to pleasure you, what can I get you to help satisfy your deepest desires?" You cheekily greet the woman with another one of Bob's greatest quips.

Natasha licks her lips before attempting to answer you, and you obviously notice the not so subtle way in which her eyes fall to your exposed chest before they return to meet your own which causes you to smile cheekily while you were drying a cup in wait for her answer.

"You know honey, I'm so glad you'd asked, because I was really hoping to escort the prettiest girl in the bar here to this adorable diner up the street. What do you—."

"Well good thing I'm free then." Macy cuts in, causing your entire body to tense and face to fall in anticipation of the impending taunts.

"Look, my patience for you is truly nonexistent. So run along, suck face with the guy who's nearing his deathbed, and leave my beautiful angel and I alone."

Macy huffs at the sheer humiliation, stomping off in the direction of her knight in shining diapers, and you run around the counter to hug the woman close in thanks.

"I'll be waiting right out front for you detka..." She tenderly promises with a kiss to both of your cheeks.

As you'd exited the bar you were greeted with a bouquet of flowers, followed by a chaste kiss to your lips before a motorcycle helmet was then fastened over your head.

"I got you..." She coos as you anxiously settled behind her and held onto for dear life as she'd secretly anticipated, then she drove off towards Eliza's.

—

Natasha sat in a booth that night sipping on her never ending mug of coffee, while filling out her digital mission reports. One report normally took her fifteen minutes, but tonight she'd been far too distracted, admiring the way that you, Shonda and Mama Liz worked so harmoniously together.

"Why did you even work at the bar?" She wonders to herself before attempting to refocus herself on the task before her.

It was to no avail though, because whenever you laughed her heart would skip a beat, and when you bustled by her booth her eyes would be stuck on your adorable, focused expression. Then when the diner had slowed, and you sat across from her with fries and a shake, her report was long forgotten as her entire focus was on the descriptions of your week gone by.

—

If there was one thing the redhead was entirely sure of as she watched you peacefully sleeping beside her that night it was that you were it for her. Peace was hard to come by in her line of work, so after the calm you'd been able to bring her just by being near had effectively settled in she was hooked. Natasha knew from the moment she saw you that you deserved the world, and she vowed to herself to be the one to give it to you.

A woman like you deserved to be cherished...

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Puzzles <3 

Natasha Romanoff x fem plus size reader

Word count: 358

summary: you do puzzles in nattys lap

Warnings: plus size reader, fear of sitting in someone's lap cuz ur bigger??? 

a/n: i was gonna put this put way later like next week but yall get it early!!

Puzzles have always been my favourite ever since I was a kid. You could always see me doing a puzzle. That still hasn't changed, even after becoming an avenger i always make time for my puzzles.

So that's what I'm doing now. Sitting doing a puzzle. It's one of a very cute kitty -who I have named clover- in the common room. I'm having a little bit of a hard time, none of the pieces seem to be working and my back is starting to hurt. I let out a big huff of frustration.

“What's wrong baby?”

I turn to natasha. 

“M just havin a hard time with this piece”

“Would you like a little help honey?”

“Hm, maybe in a bit. I'm just gonna grab some water, a little snack and get back to it”

 I get up and go to the kitchen. I grab my favourite water bottle and fill it up with water as well as grab some cherries. As I'm walking back I see Natasha sitting in my spot. 

“Bubba what are you doing?”

I bend down and put my stuff beside the puzzle.

“You said your back hurts and are stuck on a piece, so I'm here to help. I am your backrest and helper”

She smiles a big goofy smile.

“Baby i'm too big to sit on your lap-”

“Nope. stop, i won't have that now sit on my lap” 

She crosses her arms, as I purse my lips. 

“Fine”

She opens her arms and I crawl into her lap. I'm still very tense.

“Baby relax, its okay”

“Are you sure?”

I look back at her.

“100% bubs”

I take a deep breath and fully relax into her. She wraps her arms around my hips and kisses my neck.

“Alright now why don't we start on this puzzle darling? Hm?”

“Okay baby”

We start trying to figure it out together. I turn around and kiss natasha

“What was that for baby?”

“Because I love you natasha romanoff”

I see her eyes soffen. She leans her forehead against mine bumping her nose with mine.

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n”

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Natasha & Bucky-- Polyamorous Bisexual

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to be in a relationship with a spy and a super soldier. There would never be a dull moment with them, they’d be protective (sometimes overprotective), learning self defense was a MUST, and overall, they’d love you to death. You knew this and you accepted it. They both wanted you and you wanted them. So you said yes. 

Now, you indulged in their love. Appreciating the sweet moments between the three of you. Their secret soft sides made the relationship more intimate. The are yours and you are theirs. Nothing in the world could make you happier. 

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Bigger

Scott Lang x plus size reader

They have always said bigger is better and by god they were right.

Warnings: smut, size kink, incorrect use of a super suit, size/dick growth, unprotected sex, consent, safe-words, spanking, implied switch!Scott, use of lube, creampie

WC: 2.2k

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“Come one Scott. You promised.” She whined, looking up at him from their bed. She was an absolute vision bathed in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her generously curvy body clad only in a sheer red teddy that she knew turned Scott’s brain to mush. She was seducing him tonight and the rational part of his brain telling him that this wasn’t a good idea was quickly being overtaken by ‘pretty lady wants to sleep with me’.

Y/N smirked victoriously as she watched his usually kind brown eyes get darker with lust and his suit pants grew tighter around his crotch. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, and oh how badly she wanted it.

The idea first came to her when the news broadcast newly acquired footage of the Avengers fighting in Germany. She had been sitting in Hank Pym’s living room after making the both of them a cup of tea (without ants helping her) and listening to the older man ramble on about his ideas for a new suit when a flash of red caught her attention.

A fond smile came over her face as she watched her boyfriend fight the world’s greatest heroes. It was undeniably a turn on to see her normally goofy and very uncoordinated man weave and twist between the likes of Iron Man and Black Widow. But when he, out of nowhere, turned into a giant, his massive body looming over the airport, the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Her mind spun intricate images of his monstrously big body pinning her down and ravaging her without any regard for her pleasure. She could see him leaning over her, force feeding his massive cock as she begged him for a break. She had to get him to keep that suit.

So now here they were, Scott fully decked out and tentatively ready. Y/N’s knees dropped open, exposing her glistening folds to him. She watched as his breath hitched and the last of his reservation melted away. “Come to bed.” She cooed, holding a hand out to her boyfriend. 

“Fuck. You’ll-you’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” He nervously stuttered out, shuffling closer. Even just vanilla sex was nerve-wracking for the man. He always wanted to make sure that she felt good, forgoing his own pleasure to bring her to the very heights of ecstasy, but this, this was insane.

Her smile was kind as she looked up at him, but her eyes were so black with desire that he felt a thrill of fear roll through him. “Just fuck me already Lang.” That definitely made his knees buckle.

Faster than he had ever moved before, Scott found himself on top of his girlfriend, his lean body nestled between her soft thighs, their stomachs pressed tightly together. As always, his kisses started off soft, barely a peck against her lips. It was a reminder that he loved her, that their love for each other was deeper than the frankly mind blowing sex they had.

But soon enough, her fingers were buried in his short brown hair, yanking him even closer. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss became hungry. Y/N’s dominant hand slipped from the back of his head, her touch just hard enough for him to feel it through the course material of his suit. “Fuck.” He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward.

She smirked against his lips but it quickly fell away as Scott forced his covered erection against her core. The spark of pleasure grew in the pit of her stomach. “Hmph Scott. I need you please.” Her palms spread across his strong back as he pressed his face into her neck, nipping the delicate skin above her pulse.

“Just another minute.” He mumbled against her throat. “J-just a little longer.” But Y/N’s nails bit into his suit. It was a warning.

“You and I both know that -fuck stop that- if we spend another minute like this, you’ll never fuck me tonight.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, face red with both excitement and terror but his hips continued to roll down into her own. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his salt and pepper scruff. “Scott, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable. You know that right?”

His shoulders dropped in relief as if a massive weight had been lifted from them. “I do want this, I just don’t want to hurt you.” She guided his gaze back to her, making him see that she was being honest with him.

“You won’t hurt me, and besides, that’s what lube and the safe word is for.” He nodded in agreement.

“Baskin Robbins.” He repeated the word and planted one last soft kiss to her swollen lips. Then suddenly, she was on her front, hips hiked off of the mattress as her shoulders were pushed down, her face firmly planted in Scott’s favourite pillow.

He admired her plump backside for only a moment before - smack! His palm collided with the soft flesh, making it jiggle under his touch. “Goddamn I love doing that.” Y/N giggled and wiggled her ass for him.

“C’mon big boy, fill me up.” Smack! 

“Shush, let me enjoy myself before I wreck you.” His voice was deeper, darker, the pitch lower than she had ever heard come from him before. It was like he was another person, not her shy and vanilla boyfriend, but a man on the edge of losing his mind. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he landed another smack to her ass. He hummed at her reaction, fascinated by the way the red silk of her panties darkened with each slap. “Think you’re ready for me?” He asked absentmindedly, fingers slipping to the hem of the silk, tracing the edge delicately.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She begged, attempting to push her weight backwards into him as if to show him how ready she was. Smack!

He shrugged like he didn’t care that she was pleading for him but inside, he was absolutely melting. “Fine, if you’re sure.” There was barely a moment for her to catch her breath before the blunt tip of his cock was notched against her entrance. She hadn’t even felt him move her panties to the side. “Now keep still, like a good girl.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned into the pillow as he pressed forwards, prying her apart. He went slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. And by the time he nudged against her cervix, Y/N was gasping for air, desperately trying to accommodate his thickness inside of her.

“Not so tough now are you?” He mocked. “If you can barely take me like this, how are you going to deal with me getting any bigger?” He rocked forward onto his knees, somehow pushing himself deeper inside her.

“Scott.” She reached back for him, needing to touch him. He took her hand without thinking, leaning over so he could fit his chin against the dip between her neck and shoulder. It was so painfully intimate, a complete juxtaposition to the way his hips slammed into her own, driving her up the bed with the power behind it.

His voice came out as more of a growl against her ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna do it.” She nodded into the pillow, whining softly when he pulled away from her back to sit on his haunches. Y/N was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons being pressed.

“Oh shit!” He grew only slightly, going from 5’8 to 6' 2, a measly difference considering he had grown to the size of an airplane hanger before but Y/N felt like he was in her throat now. Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as her walls struggled to take his now even thicker cock. “I- fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He didn’t even have to move to hit all the right places inside of her.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned into the air, his head thrown back in pleasure. In an unconscious move, Scott bucked forward and she shattered. Her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. “Holy shit!” His body collapsed on top of her, consumed by the feeling of her orgasm.

“B-bigger.” She groaned, her voice raspy and broken. “Please Scotty.” With great effort, he paused and gazed down at his wrecked girlfriend, highly doubting she could take anymore. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around him, it looked like she could break at any moment and he was already too long to fit inside of her, the last inch of his cock was stuck out in the cold, coated in her release.

Gently, he placed a hand on her lower back, stroking the skin in a delicate motion. “I don’t think you can, you’re already so full.” Her head whipped around and she glared at him with a look so powerful it made him feel like he had shrunk. She drew forward slightly and then threw herself back, impaling herself on the entirety of his now 9 inch cock.

“Go. Bigger.” This time, there was no hesitation. He quickly grew to a staggering 7’3. The bed dipped under his added weight and Y/N hoarsely screamed into the pillow beneath her. More than half of his cock was not inside her anymore but she didn’t seem to care, too consumed with the pleasured pain of being stretched beyond her imagination.

Scott felt like he was losing his mind, she was so tight around him it was painful but another gush of her release broke him out of his stupor. He was far more gentle with his thrusts now, too scared that he would seriously hurt her. He dropped a leg off of the mattress to get a better angle and immediately Y/N’s body seized beneath him. “Lube!” She gasped, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as another thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was a clatter beside her as Scott rushed to grab the bottle from their bedside table but with his new height and accompanying incoordination, he succeeded in not only getting the aforementioned but also knocking everything else to the ground. “Come on, come on.” He muttered as he tried to open the cap with shaking hands. 

“Cold!” The clear liquid smeared over the place where they were joined, soothing the burn. She sighed in relief, muscles going lax.

“I know but it’ll warm up.” He cooed, rolling his hips softly against the fat of her ass, spreading the lube even more. The thick vein underneath his dick was nestled perfectly against the bundle of nerves within her, sending sparks up her spine with each movement. “Can you give me one more? You’re doing so good.” 

His stomach was tightening with his own end, the feel of her insanely tight and wet pussy around him was too much, especially with how small she looked below him, how vulnerable and susceptible to his lust. He planted his right hand on the wall above her head and picked up the pace again. Squelching filled the room. The thighs of his suit were absolutely soaked with not only her juices but lube as well.

Hank was going to kill him but at this moment, he truly didn’t care. Y/N’s pussy tried to squeeze him through another, far less powerful release, but he was spreading her so wide that it was impossible for her to get any tighter. “Gonna cum.” He moaned through clenched teeth.

Hands clamped down on her wide hips, most certainly leaving massive hand-shaped bruises that would be tough to explain away. “Scott.” She breathed and that was his undoing.

“God!” His back arched with the force of his orgasm, forcing most of his length back inside of her as he filled her with his release. He slumped forward and barely caught himself in time before he crushed his precious and positively fucked out girlfriend. “Y-Y/N, you ok?”

“I have never been happier in my life.” She groaned after a moment of trying to gather her breath. 

“Not even when I asked you out?” He asked, slightly offended.

“Including then.” She wiggled happily below him, enjoying the afterglow. Scott bent down and kissed her sweaty shoulder before pressing another button on his suit and returning him to his normal sized self. Y/N hissed at the overstimulation and sudden shift in size but he just carefully stroked down her spine and slowly pulled out, releasing a huge rush of his seed from where it had been trapped inside her. 

It stained the sheets below them but Scott only hoisted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom, silently reminding himself to clean up later. Her face settled into the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss to the slightly scruffy bit of his throat where he had missed when he shaved. “Thank you babe.”

“Well, at least we got that out of your system.” She pulled away only slightly to give him a truly devious look.

“Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Bigger is so much better.”

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Yes, Captain.

This is a story I wrote a while back about our dearest Captain and the Reader exploring one of Steve's well hidden kinks. ;)

Warnings: Primal smut. Dirty talk, dominance, and an as-per-usual sassy Black Widow 😋

---

Steve Rogers was ultimately your best friend. Of course, that didn't stop you from fantasizing about the man a couple of times a week. It wasn't like you could help it; any woman that denied thinking of Steve in that way was just lying through their teeth.

You didn't really know how to be subtle about it,either. Sometimes, you'd catch yourself gazing at him when he wasn't looking- or sometimes, even when he was. Lucky for you, Steve was very, very oblivious.

However, your other friend, Natasha, was definitely not.

She would tease you constantly about your little crush on Steve, trying to persuade you to act on it- she knew Steve liked you. You just were just too blind to see it.

"Y/n, come get a look at these," Natasha called you over to her, pictures of a very handsome Steve on the screen of her computer. You almost drooled over the pictures that you were seeing; Steve was wearing his old uniform- you assumed the pictures had to be taken back in the 40s.

'Oh... my, THATS Steve in the forties? He could have commanded me to do anything underneath the Sun looking like that,' you looked at your friend, and by the look on her face, you knew you probably should have kept that to yourself.

'Oh yeah, like what?'

A voice behind you made your heart drop into your stomach, because you knew it was Steve. You turned around; he was standing far too close to you, his familiar scent all around you. He stood with his arms crossed, staring at you intently.

'I'm just gonna- yeah,' Natasha scurried out of the door, leaving you alone with Steve.

'Steve, really, um- how long were you standing there?' You asked, your face now a deep shade of red. You felt like you were on fire.

'Do you want me to command you, y/n?'

The question made you gulp; you breath hitched in your throat. All you wanted was for Steve to control you, in a sexual sense. You had to admit, you thought about it quite a lot. But you never took Steve for one to be rough with a woman.

You tilted your head and squinted slightly, questioning Steve. "Where is this coming from?"

He blinked before answering, "My insatiable need to have you on your knees before me."

The room was practically spinning; with one stride Steve had his lips pressed against yours. Your knees buckled underneath you, and if it weren't for him holding tightly onto your hips, you would have hit the floor.

Your tongues fought for dominance, but of course, he won, mapping out every inch of your mouth in record time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your fingers carding through his soft blond hair. He abruptly picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your thighs around his firm waist. He took you down the hall to a random office; you knew it belonged to someone and if you got caught, you'd never live it down, but at that very moment- you didn't care.

'Take your clothes off, now,' Steve practically growled, nipping on your ear with his teeth. You stepped back quickly and began to strip of your shirt and jeans, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra- you decided to not wear underwear that day, which elected a low growl from the handsome man in front of you. He was already stark naked- leaving you confused as to how he could have moved so fast- but your gaze fell in between his legs, and all other thoughts went out the window.

'Up, on the desk,' you turned and he smacked your ass, causing you to squeal. You sat on the edge and open your legs, feeling the cool air hitting you made you realize just how wet you already were for him.

You watched him, and he watched you, his gaze primal as he gave his cock a few long pumps before walking over to you, guiding his cock over your sensitive lips, making you moan wantonly. Steve grabbed you firmly by the neck with his other hand, smirking at your current lustful state.

'How bad do you want it, y/n?' he whispered, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. You could have sworn your heart was about to jump out of your chest; you couldn't believe this was finally happening.

'Please, please please fuck m- ohhhh,' your plea was cut off when he started to slide into you slowly, stretching your walls apart and filling you to the brim. He put one of your legs on his shoulder, opening you up more and also helping him slide all the way in. You gasped when you felt just how deep he was; he was touching parts inside of you that you never thought could be reached, automatically heightening the pleasure to a level you've never deemed reachable.

'Oh God PLEASE move,' you moaned, bucking your hips to fuck him from below- Steve's eyes crossed when you moved and tightened yourself around him; he couldn't believe how naughty you were. He loved it.

He began to move, fastly removing himself and sliding slowly back in to enjoy your warmth and wetness around him. Moans and pants filled the room, sweat was causing the two of you to slide against each other. You kissed him passionately, all tongue and teeth as he picked up his pace. He hit your sweet spot with every thrust- you tried so hard to not cum embarrassingly fast, but you just couldn't take it. He felt you tightening around him, getting wetter and wetter- he could hear your arousal as he thrusted in and out of you. It only made him drill faster into you, scooting you up the work desk.

'Do you want to cum, y/n? Beg for it. Want me to let you cum, baby?'

Steve's words were only bringing you closer to what you already knew was going to be your greatest orgasm yet. You thought of a way to get him to say yes, and fast.

'Captain, can I please cum?' Steve's thrust came to a halt; he picked his head up and looked into your eyes, his blue ones blown with lust. 'What'd you say?' He breathed.

Captain, can I-' he silenced you with a hard kiss on the lips. He groaned into the kiss and started twitching inside of you, filling you with his seed. The feeling of his warmth in you sent you reeling into your own orgasm, you cried out and held onto him for dear life, scratching your nails into his back. He hissed, licking and kissing all over your neck until you were done cumming on his cock. Your body went lax in his arms, and he stood you on your feet, pulled cleenex from the desk and began began to clean you and himself off. After a few minutes of silence that wasn't so awkward, you two were dressed, and out of the office.

'Well, that um... was amazing. And yeah, Steve, I fantasize about you a lot. I guess now would be the best time to say that I like you,' you were surprised with yourself, you said that a lot more calmly than you thought you'd be able to.

Steve smiled at you, adoration filled his bright blue orbs. He kissed you, differently than he did the other times- soft and sweet, light and barely there, but addicting.

'I like you too, y/n.'

Natasha was sitting at her computer, one headphone out of her ear.

'I TOLD YOU!'

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The True Beauty

Pairing: Skinny!/Super soldier!* Steve Rogers X Reader 

Summary: Y/N and Steve Rogers have one thing in common: they don’t fit in society because of their looks. One evening they will find in each other the perfect dance partner, falling in love. But what will happen when Steve becomes Captain America and is away from home and surrounded by pretty, skinny, girls? 

Warnings: 40’s society, low self esteem, both Steve and reader have insecurity issues, some innuendos, fluff and more fluff. 

Word Count: 6303

A/n: I know that the ideal woman shape in the mid 40’s was actually with some curves, so when I describe the reader I imagine someone with a few punds more than the average, that’s all. There’s a bit of a POV swich between Steve and the reader. *Y’all will understand that later. Pre-Serum Steve was SO pretty tho.

Bucky and Steve were headed to one of the most popualr ballrooms of Brooklyn, the early evening already chilly and quite dark.

-C'mon punk, it’ll be fun. Let yourself go every once in a while, will ya?- the tall brunette gave the small one a pat on the back, not too harsh, or it would’ve probably hurt his fragile figure.

-It’s easy for you to talk. ‘Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, people call me Bucky but for you I’m darlin’’.- Steve mocked him by raising his chin and deepening his voice.

-Aw c'mon.- he laughed a bit, -If anything, you could learn a thing or two, it always works.- he shrugs and fixes his own tie before stepping inside. He gave a charming smile to the coats lady and just went straight inside the ballroom, not really having anything to drop off. The both of them were wearing simple suits, Bucky a dark blue, and Steve a light brown , same pale gray tie and white shirt.

The jazz live music coming from the playing band on stage filled the large room. There were a lot of lights, but they were soft and not too blinding. The tables and dancefloor filled with joyful people.

Steve followed his best friend in between the crowd towards the drink and buffet table. With a little difficulty they finally reached it and the brunette quickly asked for two glasses of malt liquor. The old man handed each their drink and Steve swallowed a large gulp then grimaced at the burn. Bucky chuckled and took a little sip.

-Easy there, pal. Don’t want your stomach to give in before the end of the night don’t cha?- the small one glared at him but followed without question when he lead him near the seats in which there was a group of girls just giggling and looking around, probably waiting for a partner to dance. There were four, but just as they got closer, three of them were asked to dance, leaving only a girl standing.

Bucky approached her without any problem, the girl, a nice blonde, already smitten for his charming behaviour. He took her hand delicately leading her to the dancefloor. He turned his head for a split second, cocking his head towards the rest of the free girls and mouthing a ’Go’ to his best friend. Steve puffed out a breath and stuffed his skinny hands in his suit’s pockets, looking around uncomfortably. A few girls were at the other end of the room laughing and talking to each other, and another one was lonely in the middle.

Steve let his gaze linger a bit longer on the lonely one, not only because he was certain that the small group would’ve probably laughed at him just for even getting closer, but also because there was something about her posture, her expression that made the man’s heart shrink a bit.

She looked kinda lost and not at ease, just like him. He thought about it for a moment, then mumbled to himself 'the worst that can happen is that she’ll run away’ and started to walk towards her. He didn’t really wanted to dance, but for some reason he felt that the girl could’ve appreciate a little company.

The girl’s head turned to his standing figure, her soft and perfectly styled waves, typical of the time, bouncing slightly. Steve looked down at her and actually realized that he could spot some of her promiment cleavage from where he was standing, her sweetheart neckline not helping. He blushed and forced himself to look her in the eyes, finding out that she was already gazing at him with curious and almost confused eyes. She had beautiful, crystal-like eyes, plump lips and and a cute little nose.

She was actually stunning. Steve recomposed himself quickly and gave her a small nervous smile.

-Is this seat taken?- he pointed at the chair next to hers and she shook her head. He sat down and then there were a few moments of silence. He cleared his throat and took a little courage.

-I’m Steve Rogers.- he blurted out and the girl turned again to him a little surprised, then she stared down at his hand and carefully shook it a couple times.

-Y/n y/l/n.- she responded with a sweet voice imitating him. He smiled sheepishly and nodded slightly.

-Pleasure. Why aren’t you dancing, if-if I may ask..- he started off well but then stumbled a little at the end. Y/n chuckled a little and Steve was now undecided between which was sweeter, her voice or her laugh.

Her reaction made him relax a bit as he waited for her response. Her laugh faded when she answered.

-Well, if I’m being honest, I didn’t even want to come in the first place. My friend practically dragged me, and then abandoned me.- she confessed with a tight smile playing on her lips.

-Oh, you don’t know how much I understand.- he rolled his eyes dramatically and that made her giggle again. He then turned a little on his right and pointed discreetly at Bucky, who was making the pretty girl from before twirl.

-See that punk in the blue suit?- she narrowed her eyes a bit and then nodded.

-With the girl in the yellow dress?- Steve nodded back.

-That’s my pal, Bucky. That’s his fault. But I know he means good.-

-Mmh. Not a lover of clubs either are you?- she asked. Steve shrugged.

-I actually like dancing. I don’t particularly enjoy people though. Sometimes they are…too judgemental.- he responded honestly. He knew that that could make the wrong impression, but at this point he had given up. Also, he kinda felt that she could’ve understood him.

-I agree, sadly.- y/n said with a bit of disappointment. Steve gave her a sympathethic smile.

-

They then decided to drown their bitterness with other bitterness; alchol. They had a few drinks and kept talking about various things, and after about two hours the dizziness was becoming rather obvious.

-Alright, wanna know the real reason I’m not dancing like every other girl in the room?- she whispered, like she wanted to tell a secret. Steve, that was handling the liquor much better, nodded trying to restrain an amused smile. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glossy, but she was just a little light headed, not straight up drunk. Steve would’ve stopped her before in that case.

-No one asked me. It never happened, you know unsless my mother not that subtly forced someoner at some stupid fancy parties. Can’t really blame ‘em, I mean, look at me.- she said moving her hand towards her figure, then gazing away. But the blonde man saw the look in her eyes. He saw the rejection, the shame, the sadness. He knew them all too well, and it made his heart break seeing such a wonderful and beautiful girl saying such things about herself.

Yeah, she had a few extra pounds in comparison to the other girls, and what about it? Steve had known her for the briefest time and was already smitten, if he said so himself. She was funny, sweet, smart, witty and damn beautiful. He decided that she wouln’t have felt like that anymore. So he stood up and offered her his hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

-Care for a dance, doll? I know I’m no magazine model, but if you’ll have me..- he left the phrase hanging, not really knowing how to end it. He what? He wouldn’t have blamed her if she said no. She may have had a few extra pounds as a 'flaw’, but she was still beautiful. He, on the other hand, was everything that a man wouln’t want to be; terribly skinny, no muscles, a little shorter than average, skin pale as the moon, ill every few weeks.

She smiled sweetly and took his hand, raising up. Steve’s heart swelled with joy as she followed him on the dancefloor. A slow jazz song began, he put one of his hands on her waist, and the other interwined with one of hers, her other hand on his shoulder.

They locked eyes, and after a while he pressed her a little closer to his chest. He was just about a couple of centimeters taller than her. Perfect.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, surprising the man a little. He grinned and continued to craddle her in his arms. Suddenly he saw his best friend coming inside from the main entrance, without the girl.

His previously perfectly slicked hair had now some strands coming down on the side, his suit’s jacket buttons open and his tie almost unnoticeably loosened.

He seemed to look for something, and apparently that something was Steve, because his eyes stopped on him. At first they widened a bit, then he smiled, a real happy-for-you smile. He nodded his head in approval and Steve looked at him with a tight smile, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky got the memo and shrugged with a fake innocent look on his face, then procedeed towards the drink area. Y/n raised her head to look at him, the sweet lopsided smile still graced her features. The blonde gave her one of his own. They were very close to each other, almost too much.

A few notes after the song ended and a more lively one began. They shared a look and silently agreed that it was time to go home. Steve kept her hand in his as he lead her out of the crowd of dancers.

-Thankyou Steve.- she said suddenly. He stopped in his tracks and smiled fondly at her.

-Thank you, doll. And one thing: you are stunning, alright? You really are. And if those idiots don’t see that, it’s their loss.- she blushed furiously at the compliment, already red from the light dizziness. She looked down, grinning.

Steve realized that he was staring at her, and shook his head slightly getting his mind out o fthe gutter. Bucky watching everything form afar, a smirk hidden behind the glass of liquor. The blonde saw him and started walking towards him.

-C'mon, I want you to meet someone.- her hand still in his.

-Y/n, this is my pal, James Barnes. Bucky, she’s y/n y/l/n.- he introduced the two of you. Bucky put down the glass and offered his hand, she took it.

-It’s a pleasure Y/n. Please, call me Bucky. It’s nice to see that this punk finally decided to ask a pretty girl for a dance.- he joked winking. Steve huffed shaking his head.

-Pleasure’s all mine, Bucky. And yeah, well, let’s say they we saved each other’s evening.- she gave his dance partner a side glance and a smart smile, making his heart flutter.

-That’s nice to hear.- the brunette nodded with honest happiness in his eyes. They already liked each other.

-

Steve and Bucky ended up walking Y/n home, together simply because they were headed in the same direction. They made small talk on the way, her arm under Steve’s.

When they reched her home Bucky said his goodnights and stayed a few feet away from the two as they were saluting each other.

-This is me.- she said stepping in front of the door, keys in hand. Steve had his hands in his pockets, not really sure on what to do now.

-Thank you again for the amazing night, hope I didn’t did too bad on the dancefloor.- she chuckled.

-You weren’t bad at all. And thank you, for everything.- Y/n said a bit more serious, and he didn’t have to ask what was she referring to, so he just smiled a little.

She bit the inside of the cheek and then leaned closer to press a sweet kiss on Steve’s cheek. He didn’t quite expect it so his eyes widened a little making her giggle while she opened the door.

-Goodnight Steve, don’t forget to call.-

-I won’t, doll.- she closed the door. -I definetely won’t.-

-

And that’s what happened. He called her just the day after, asking her is she wanted to go for a walk. Then on the following two weeks the calls became more frequent, like the dates. They would go out for a walk, for a picnic, dancing with Bucky and the random girl of the night, at lunch and brunch.

Until the war exploded and men were called at the front. Steve had tried countless times to get himself in, but he was always denied because of his heath problems and his fragile structure. That made him upset, but made Y/n grateful, because she was already so in love that she couln’t bare the thought of him going away or getting hurt. They would have little fights, but then they would always make up right after, usually followed by a very heated make out session. They haven’t took the sex step yet, Steve wanted to wait for a possible wedding and in all honesty Y/n still had her insicurities to face.

Then a month later Bucky got shipped and Steve’s mood got worse. They would spend more time together, often she would stay at his place even for a few days, a little lie she told her parents that believed her on vacation with some friend of hers. They alredy knew Steve, his father went to school with his mother Sarah, and were really sad to hear of her passing a few years prior. They often invited him to dinner, and for Y/n that was already a good sign, but she honestly didn’t know if they could’ve ignore the fact that he wasn’t wealthy. In any case she was sure that she would’ve married him, parents blessing or not.

Then one day the impossible happened. Steve had been accepted for training in the army. He would’ve been in New York still, but she knew that that was just the first part. Sooner or later they woul’ve shipped him too. He was at the camp every day, so they couldn’t see each other anymore. But he would call every chance they could.

Not even a month later he told her that he volounteered for a new serum that needed human testing, he didn’t knew anything, but he trusted said dr. Erskine. She got mad, really, really mad. He called him crazy, naive and reckless. He din’t got angry at her, he couln’t. Also, he knew that her anger derived from worry about his wellbeing. So he just said to her to not worry too much and that he loved her.

She cried and cried and broke a quite expensive vase for the frustration. Her parents weren’t happy about that, but she couldn’t care less.

She didn’t know about Hydra, the super soldier project and why Erskine choosed him. But she woul’ve understood soon.

-

Steve was confused, angry and sad. But he also felt better than ever. His eyesight and hearing were almost inhumanly perfect, he was much taller, he didn’t have troubles running, his reflexes were amazing, breathing normally. He was built like a wardrobe, his arms, legs, shoulders and back as well as the rest of his body was toned. His face more structured. It had been extremely painful, but worth it. Or was it? The doubt crossed his mind after the murder of dr.Erskine. The one who believed in him and choose him for the most important task in the world.

After the eventful morning and all the blood samples that he had to give, he just wanted one thing: you. He needed to see you, to be held in your arms, your sweet reassuring. Almost two months have gone without seeing you by now. In that moment more than a desire it had become a necessity.

So he went to Peggy directly and said that he wanted to see you, she miracolously agreed and went to go pick you up herself, not trusting anyone after what happened with Erskine. The only condition to which she agreed to to it was that Steve assured her that you would’ve kept the informations to yourself, and that he would give you just the bare minimum of them.

He got changed in military light brown pants and jacket that he left open, a White tee under and his dog tags around his neck.

He waited for about half an hour, walking back and forth in the small room that they had assigned him. It was pretty blank, just a queen sized bed, a dark wood wardrobe and a full lenght mirror. A small door leading to an equally small bathroom.Then a knock on his door made him turn his head quickly.

-Come in.- the door opened and Peggy stepped aside, but still remained at the door’s entrance.

-Go on, dear.- she talked sweetly to someone. And that someone was y/n. She walked timidly forward, giving a small nod to the brunette. The agent just smiled and walked away. Then she finally looked up. Her eyes went wide, plump mouth slighty ajar and her little purse fell from her hand.

-S-steve?- she said breathless, one hand placed on her upper stomach, in shock.

Steve had on his face a look that resembled the one of a sad puppy’s, even though he definitely was bigger. He took a few steps towards her, but when he reached out to touch her hand she instinctively stepped back. The door still open. Steve swallowed the hurt that it caused and talked to her carefully.

-Y/n, doll, please….Come in, take a sit. I promise I can explain.- he said with a pleading tone. She was still shocked, but did as she was told, sitting on the bed, straight and stiff. Steve went to her, squatting, their eyes locked for the first time.

-I know that it seems impossible, it’s a shock. Hell, even I haven’t adjusted yet. Mainly because it was just this morning, but.- he sighed. Her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze interested. Steve was just starting to talk again, but she raised her hand to reach his face, caressing with her fingertips his temple, cheekbone, cheek, jaw. Then she brushed her thumb over his full lips and he closed his eyes in relief.

-It’s really you.- she whispered. He smiled, a little moved, and nodded. She sighed loudly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his around her thick waist and they hugged for a while. The super soldier could feel her quiet sobs, while he stroked her back reassuringly. After a few minutes she parted from him, sniffling a bit, reching for her purse.

-Now you’re gonna explain how in lord’s name this happened in two days.-

-

Steve explained everything about the serum, Howard Stark, the super soldier project. He even didn’t go too much into details and avoided talking baout Hydra. She listened to him intently the whole time, their hands interwined. At some point he got overwhelmed thinking about Erskine and she held his head to her chest. They remained like that for a while, just holding each other and cuddling.

-You know what, I loved you before, but now you’re definetly a very much more comfortable pillow.- she smirked looking up at him. He chuckled, glad that they were back as they were and that now he wouln’t have to face everything alone.

She rose up from the bed, going in front of the full lenght mirror, adjusting the crinkles in her suit jacket and matching pencil skirt, both a deep crimson. Steve stared at her while she was fixing her make up, a little smeared from crying and kissing, and her curles. Suddenly she stopped, locking eyes with him trough the mirror and smirking.

-Enjoying the view?- he got up from the bed and walked to her, his hands resting on your hips, pressing himself to her back.

-Always. And by the record, that skirt does really compliment your ass.- their eyes still on each other’s thanks to the reflection. She dropped her gaze, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

They suddenly found themselves looking at their reflection. It was more proportioned now. Before, he was just a few centimetres taller, now her head barely reached his shoulder. His big and strong arms wrapped her figure completely.

-If anything, now I’m more appropriate for you.- he smiled, trying to hide his sadness. She remained serious, turning to cup his face.

-Look at me, Steve. You’ve changed, it’s true. You’re better now because you don’t have any more health issues, and all the other pretty advantages. But that’s just it.You were perfect just they way you were before. For me, you’ll always be. All sizes, heights, mucles or not. Got it?- he looked at you with love, a small smile playing on his lips.

-Yes ma'am.- she gave in and smiled on her own.

-Good, now shut up and kiss me.- but as soon as their lips touched, a knock interrupted them. A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he gave permission to come in. Colonel Chester Phillips appeared at the doorstep.

-Sorry to interrupt your…reunion. But we need mr. Rogers to discuss a few things. Ma'am.- the super soldier delicately released his grip from her waist and did the military salute.

-I’ll be right there, colonel, sir.- the man nodded at Y/n and left them alone.

-That’s the colonel of my unit, Phillips. I’m sorry I have to go.- he apologized sadly. She shook her head and gave him a kiss.

-It’s your duty. Go, I’m sure I’ll get info on what to do from agent Carter.-

They stepped out together and saw that, in fact, Peggy was already wainting for her. They shared one last gaze and then parted directions.

Peggy accompanied her on the way home, along with a driver, and explained to her that all the informations Steve gave her musn’t be shared. She promised her that it’s not her intention to share anything, and asked when will she be able to see Steve again.

Peggy responded that she was free to call whenever she wanted, but that for a couple days they would’ve been busy organizing some things. She dropped her off saying goodbye.

-

She kept calling for five days, and not a single time you talked to Steve. They always told you that he was busy, or that he had a conference, he was training, or something else. Apparently everything was more important than you.

Then, on a Friday, the announcement. The president of the United States presented the new national hero, a real soldier: Captain America. You saw the entire speech at one of Brooklyn’s local theaters. There was Steve, on an almost too decorated stage, ridiculus tights on , his torso covered with red and white stripes, a big white star on his chest in blue background, red boots and gloves and a blue hood with an A at the front.

He was holding a strangely shaped shield that looked pretty cheap and ugly. But the ugliest thing of them all? The way that the presenter introduced him and told him to say obvious fake catchphrases. The poor man was embarassed and didn’t really knew how to act, even if he had been instructed specifically on his script before the beggining of the parade.

She could read it in his body language and voice, his face half covered by the awful hood. She felt sorry for him, but also kinda angry. That buffoonery was the reason he didn’t have time to talk to her? To get misurements, get awfully fake props and to get ready a painfully awkward script? Apparently yes.

But the public seemed to be hyped up by his new figure, especially when a national tour announced. Then the president stepped aside and a group of twenty or so girls, all strictly skinny and beautiful, dressed with a very revealing dress and mini skirt that resembled the captain’s colours, began to sing. The star spangled man with a plan, they sang. And all that Steve had to do was walk, do a military salute, punch an Hilter stunt and look pretty.

Th exhibition ended and two girls wrapped an arm around Steve’s torso, each kissing his cheek and grinning like that was the best day of their life. He was smiling too.

She couln’t bear it anymore and ran out of the room, the sunlight blinding her a bit in contrast with the theare’s dark room, her tears of disappointment, anger and shame spilling uncontrollably from her eyes.

-

Steve finally finished his third show of the day, and literally ran to his changing room. He locked himself in, begging for a little privacy. On the last week so many people had been surrounding him, he couln’t take it anymore. And the only one that he actually wanted to see, didn’t even call him.

He thought for a second and then decided to change into normal chlothes and quickly leave a note, saying that he needed some time for himself. After putting on a hat, low on his face, he exited the room and walked nonchalantly towards the theatre emergency exit. Then took a cab and told the driver y/n’s address.

The cab left him right in front of the house. He stepped out and went to ring at the door. It opened, revealing Y/n’s father. Oh, just perfect, he thought.

-Yes?- he said with a stern tone.

-I’m Steven Rogers, I’d like to talk with your daughter, please.- he decided to tell the truth and the man’s eyes almost got out of his head.

-Steven? What the hell happened to you?- he laughed giving him a pat on the back, inviting him to come in. -The army really does miracles! Wait, I’ll get her for ya.- he kept on talking, then stepping up the staircase.

A few minutes later y/n’d dad came back down. Steve, which had been sitting on the couch, stood up quickly.

-I’m sorry, son, my daughter doesn’t want to see you.- Steve was dumbfounded. He didn’t understand..

-Why?- he asked without thinking.

-Didn’t tell. But let’s not lie to each other, Steven, it had to happen sooner or later. Best luck for the army, get our country proud mh?- he lead him to to door and gave him another annoying pat on the back. Before Steve could ask what did he mean by ‘it had to happen’, the door was slammed behind him. He genuinely thought that her parents liked him. 

In any case that was the last of his worries. What he really needed and wanted to know was why his girlfriend, his best girl, his y/n didn’t want to see him. 

He walked away from the porch and thught quickly, deciding in the end to climb up her window, which wasn’t that high, and had an iron ladder next to it for the roof.

He looked around and nonchalantly started to go up, and when he reached it, he knocked twice. A very confused y/n pulled the white lace curtain aside. 

When she saw his face she almost got a heart attack. Her mouth opened and her brows furruwed in outraged expression. Steve really tried to not think that that was cute but he couldn’t. She snapped the handle and the window opened inside her tastefully decorated room. 

-What in God’s name are you doing?!- she whisper yelled. Steve smirked.

-Hi doll.- she rolled her eyes -Go away Steve.- and was about to close the window door, but he stopped her.

-Wait, why? Your dad said that you didn’t want to see me. And also that were would’ve been over sooner or later or something like that. Are we broken up and I didn’t knew that?- he asked confused. She waited for a moment, then sighed.

-Come in. And lower your voice.- your voice firm, efficient. Steve began to feel less at ease. He entered the room, then closing the window behind him. 

-What’s happening y/n?- he asked again, softly. She had her arms crossed under her breasts, a night gown on. The transparence and the way that her gesture pushed up her chest was getting him quite distracted. Her hair loose and just soft waves present instead of the perfectly styled curls. It was actually pretty late in the evening, in about two hours it would’ve been bed time.

-Why don’t you tell me, uh? Also,nice of you to show up. After a whole damn week.- she said coldly. He furrowed.

-I haven’t had much time, I- a bitter laugh interrupted him.

-Oh, I saw. Captain America huh? The new national hero, who’ll go on tour around the world, and has every girl at his mercy.- she was looking directly at him, her expression a mixture of disappointment and irony. -You had the time to do all that stuff, and not even a minute, in a whole week to call or even respond for all that’s worth… I don’t know Steve, what am I? Certainly not your girlfriend.- you stopped talking whenyou felt your throat starting to sting. 

-First of all, I didn’t choose it, alright? I wanted to go serve my damn country, that’s all I wanted, for God’s sake! I saw the faces of the people. They were happy, excited. If I can help with that, the propaganda, or even in the slightest, I’ll do it. They choose me, they gave me a job and I’m not going to abandon them.- he responded firmly. He saw hurt in her eyes and he felt guilty. His own gaze softened a bit.

-And I know that I didn’t call, I’m sorry for that. But neither did you.- her eyes widened in shock and her mouth produced a sound that was halfway form a gasp and a laugh.

-Are you being serious right now? I didn’t call? Then who was the poor deluded idiot that called every day of the week for five damn times? Uh?- she started to yell but then paused and finished the sentence with a normal volume, not wanting her parents to hear. She bit her lip, shaking her head to the ground. 

-Actually, no. The last two days I gave up. Getting the memo that you were probabily too busy to dedicate a few minutes to me. I would’ve come, but I was told that I wasn’t allowed and in any case I wouln’t have known the address.- she spoke softly the last words. Steve shook his head, more confused than ever.

-You called? Nobody ever told me anything…I- I wasn’t even allowed to be near a phone. Didn’t have time. But I swear, I din’t know that. I would’ve answered every time, hell, if they’d let me I would’ve come straight to you. I missed you like crazy.- his brows knitted in an apologetic expression. -And if you refer to the girls from the show, that kiss…I didn’t knew that either. I told them not to do that again, actually. And even then, it’s just a stupid show. You’re my best girl, my darling. And I love you.- a few tears ran down her cheeks.

-I don’t know if I believe you, Steve.- she whispered. He shook his head with sincere eyes getting closer. 

-No, no, no darlin’ please don’t do that. I swear to what I cherish the most on earth I didn’t knew a thing. It was foolish of me to not have done something more, but I promise you that it wasn’t my intention. I would never hurt you on purpose, please, believe me.- she bit her lip trying to contain her sobs. 

-Y-you’re not lying to me?- her expression broke his heart. At that point he closed his arms around you. You let out a few more sobs while he caressed your back soothingly.

-Shh, doll. I’m sorry, so sorry. I promise that I’ll give those assholes a piece of my mind when I get back.- at those words her head snapped up.

-You’re really leaving me again?- her eyes were so sad that made Steve’s heart shatter.

-Darlin’, I have to go back. But that doesn’t mean I’m leaving you. What I mean is that something like this will never happen again. I will make sure to have a private phone with a private number. I wish I could do more, live with you, stay near.- he nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

-But I’ll be travelling all the time, even in war places. I want you here, safe. Will you wait for me?- he asked, one hand on her cheek. She sighed then nodded, covering his hand with hers.

-Obviously I will.-

-

Three months. Three months that she didn’t feel his lips to hers. His hands touching her. His deep voice soothing her. His laugh. Three months of only calls. They would hear each other more often when he was in America, while in Europe, it became more difficult. Mostly because of the war zones and the time differences

She would go to see him in theatres when new footage arrived. The same stupid show, same song, same dancers. The second time she went to see him, she smirked when she saw that there were no kisses anymore. At least she could’ve gripped to that little gesture and Steve’s love. It wasn’t easy, not having him near.

There have been a few rumors of him hooking up with some dancers, some actresses. But when she asked him, he always assured that they were lies, just to make news. He was indeed a very good headline, being the most popular person in America, but the awful insicure feeling never really left her.

After that mess with the calls she actually wondered why they decided to keep him away from her. At first she thought that maybe it was really a matter of lack of time, but then she realized that it was bullshit. They certainly had been busy, but she didn’t think that he didn’t have the time to rest, sleep or even just breathe.

Also, they allowed the calls, but it was never announced that he had a girlfriend. They never did anything to stop the rumors, they first added the flirty kisses to the show, put him among a group of pretty girls basically every night.

Oh, and wouln’t America just drool over the country’s most popular guy even more, if he had a sweetheart? Probably yes, but the sweetheart in question was curvy and not rich. This thought, this demon inside her head, made her even more insicure about herself.

And what about her parents? They were just the cherry on top. 'Oh dear, you should move on, like he did’, 'Another country, another girl!’, 'Don’t be deluded honey, he’ll probably marry a rich actress before the end of that damn tour’.

The last call she recieved was from Azzano, Italy a few days prior. She wasn’t particularly worried, a few days of pause weren’t strange. So she was even more surprised when her mother came running to her with the news that Captain America in person went alone from Azzano to Austria and helped saving the imprisoned soldiers of the 107th regiment. The plate that she was drying slipped from her grip and broke into the sink but she didn’t care, instead she took off her apron and ran out to find the streets already full with joyous people that acclaimed his name.

-Where is everyone going?- she asked a Young boy.

-To see Captain America, in Times Square!- he exclaimed running away with an American flag in his hands.

She decided to follow the parade, considering that a cab would’ve been a bad idea with all those people. Suddenly a car stopped not far from her, and Colonel Phillips got out, walking towards her. She stopped and waited for him, wanting to ask about Steve, but he shushed her and got her in the car.

He assured her that he was safe, and he was just doing him a favor. He also mentioned how brave, but also stubborn, he was. She smiled, couln’t be more in agreement.

After a little traffic they stopped in front of a bar. He turned to her and gave her a small smile, she nodded and thanked him. Y/n stepped into the bar, full of people cheering.

-Doll?- she turned towards the voice. Steve, in green military uniform, completetly safe, was there. She sighed in relief and ran to him. They hugged and he picked her up, kissing her and making her spin a few times. Then he lead her at the back of the bar, where there was another room, more private with just a couple of tables. Some soldiers were laughing with their beers in hand. Then she spotted a familiar face and grinned from ear to ear.

-Bucky?- she asked. The brunette’s attention was caught and he smirked raising up.

-Long time no see Y/n.- she ran to hug him too and he chuckled, squeezing her.

-I’m happy to see you too. Tell me, how many tears did Brooklyn ladies cry while I was away?- he asked smugly. She rolled her eyes but played along.

-Oh, so many. The streets were rivers, believe me.- he laughed shaking his head. Then her attention was back to Steve. A sweet smile was playing on his lips while he watched her. She reciprocated the smile and went to sit with him on a bench a few feet away.

-I’m so proud of you. What you did was…stupid. But brave, so damn brave. I love you Steve Rogers.- she said kissing him. He moaned softly against her lips.

-I missed you like crazy, doll. Couldn’t bare to stay away from you one more day.-

-So…no hot actresses? Or dancers?- your tone was sheepish. He huffed.

-Absolutely not. Why would I want them, when I have my best girl at home?- he smiled kissing her forehead. Her smile dropped.

-Yeah, why would you?- it was so low that she wasn’t sure he had heard her, but he did, and very clearly thanks to his enchaced earing. He put two fingers under her chin.

-Hey. None of that. You’re stunning. For me, you’re better than any model, or dancer or actress or whatever. Because you’re you.- she blushed a little, smiling.

-Also, you’re sexy as hell darlin’. Have I told you that that dress makes your ass look amazing?- he teased and she slapped him lightly on the chest.

-You dirty boy! The war did really make you bolder mh?- she laughed a little bitig her lip. He raised an eyebrow..

-You don’t like it?- he smirked, leaning closer. You locked gazes.

-I love it.- you responded kissing him deeply.

Love me some Steve. Hope you liked it ;)

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To Be a Family

Natasha Romanoff x PlusFem!Reader

To Be: Cherished | Mine Forever

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings— "Fat" / "Tubby" used offensively, Schoolyard bullying / violence, brief homophobia.

Smut—Face Riding (N), Fingering(R), Marking(N/R), Doubled Strap, Teasing (!!) Overstimulation(R), Orgasm Denial(R), Hair Pulling, Blindfold, Silk Bonds, Roughish, Daddy (N), Good Girl(R).

Top!Nat, reader briefly tries 😂 ‼️

Nearly 11K, and the final piece, making this a trilogy 🤪🥵

Mostly though, it's some whore shit(Nat is a whore for reader, reader is a tease first, whore second) and fluff.

Clarifying information (I’m a Virgo):

Eliza-6m, Sam-4, Avery-5 (adopted 11/2021)

Respectively 1(Mar), 5(May), 6(Sep) by end of the story.

Mama-Y/N, Mommy-Nat

The house was suspiciously quiet, and the mattress was shockingly barren of the usual intruders as Natasha's eyes surveyed the bed. "Moya lyubov, wake up...," she lightly shakes your shoulders, and with clear struggle you peak one eye open, "Natty, is everything okay?," she strokes your cheek lovingly as your words soften her resolve, but then her need returns.

Her hips not so subtly buck into your bare thigh, eyes of emerald green visibly darkening, and you now see her intentions, "You absolute horn dog, I was sleeping peacefully, get away!," a raspy chuckle fans across your skin as she shifts to be hovering above you, lips press to your shoulder before sliding across your chest; sucking your flesh between her lips, her teeth lightly nibbling at your plush skin, whimpers of need betraying your previous sentiments.

"I've missed this..." you hum your agreement, fingers tangled into her short red locks to keep her lips on you, but just as you were melting into the mattress the sounds of encroaching footsteps stops you from enjoying the bliss that is your wife's lips., "Natty..." The redheads fingers dig into your hips, "No" her growls ignored as you throw her off just in time for the door to swing right open.

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"Mama!" Avery shrieks, "Mommy!" Sam follows, both kids jumping into a set of corresponding arms, nuzzling into your warm embraces, and your heart bursts at the seams. Natasha however feigns annoyance, mouthing 'I'm calling the adoption agency' to you over your sons shoulder, and you just roll your eyes then greet your tiny ones. "Good morning angels, did you sleep well?," Your question seemingly enough to open up pandora's box as the energetic duo tell you tales of their dreams, the both of you listening with rapt attention.

"Alrighty now, how about you two run along to get dressed, then clean your rooms while I go make breakfast for the sleeping birthday girl." Natasha smiles at the switch to 'focused' mom, "What about mommy?," You smirk at their call out, "Easy, she'll get dressed too, then go get the little one ready for the busy day ahead." They run along, content with your answer, but the redhead huffs, realizing her dreams of continuing your previous actions were fruitless.

—

Breakfast was plated up the exact moment everyone had began to file into the dining room, Natasha settled Eliza into her chair then made her way over to 'help you.' Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hugging you tightly, placing a kiss to your cheek to 'distract' you from seeing the bacon she thieves, and you let it slide because it was her own plate anyway.

The kids were scarfing down the pancakes, "Slow down angels, your food isn't going anywhere.," you playfully reprimanded them, keeping your eyes on the infant shoveling the scrambled eggs into her mouth and smiling at her when she'd clap some between her hands, "But mommy's doing it too.," Sam snitches over his mouthful, and you gaze over to see your guilty wife who just shrugs her shoulders, then her fork expertly steals a pancake from your stack, and you suddenly realize this is why your mother always ate while she cooked.

Within a half hours time you'd managed to load everyone into the Subaru Outback, but you couldn't help but notice your wife's gaze shifting towards the stingray corvette, drowning in longing, and it's in the moments like these that you wonder if you might've rushed her into all this before she was ready.

You can't exactly fit a family of five into the sports car...

Motherhood was a shared dream, mentioned from the start, but Natasha herself didn't seem to understand just how much sacrifice follows. Lack of personal space and sleep didn't bother her, but the having to share you actually did. She had never been able to claim anything as truly hers, but after acquiring your love she finally knew what it was like to have it all. Married life was truly blissful, but the call from the agency came almost just as quickly, you were ecstatic, and in the moment so was she. Now she's a mom of three, and at times she does find herself missing the freedom that came without the title.

Natasha was pulled from her trance when she saw a set of keys flying at her face, then she looked up to see your sympathetic smile, and her feet were shuffling as soon as she saw you trying to enter the drivers seat of the wagon. "Detka, what do you think you're doing?," the door you'd opened suddenly closing, and your body was being leaned against the car, "Natty, you can meet us at Wanda's, go for a joyride my love.," You'd pecked her lips in closing, but she had stopped you once again., "No detka, we're a family, and we'll travel as such, now hop into the passengers seat, we can't be late."

The look in her eyes told you she appreciated your sweet gesture, but the underlying fear led you to see she was afraid to lose all of this, "Natty, Wanda isn't that terrifying.," you choose to tease her, silently changing the subject, and noticing her clear appreciation in the way she playfully nudges your arm, then slaps your ass while shoving you towards the passenger side, because for as long as she's available you'll never be made to drive.

—

Wanda was literally right at the edge of her lawn when you pulled up, "Auntie Wanda!" the kids squealed, quickly running into her open arms, their excitement only growing at the sight of a very special blonde, "Auntie Lena!!!" The redhead playfully scoffed as they dropped from her hold, she swiftly turned to pull Natasha into her arms, then as she pulled you in she stole the baby from you with a kiss to your temple as an offering.

Natasha grabbed your hand before you could follow the crowd, using it to spin you into her for a loving kiss as everyone else walked away., "I love you Y/N/N, thank you for earlier, but I need you to know I'm all in.," Your arms tightly wrapped around her waist, head settling down on her chest as you sighed., "I know you are Natty, but I also can't help but to think I might've rushed you into motherhood."

"Oh moya lyubov', I wanted this just as much, I just have to admit it really sucks sharing you..." You pull back to catch a rare look at your wife up close, "Yeah, I too miss the days when I could have you all to myself, now Eliza-bear takes all of your time..."

Natasha giggles as she leans in to kiss you once more, making sure to linger for her own selfish needs, "Just say the word detka, I have their case worker on speed dial...," She laughs loudly as you glare at her, "Natty!! Stop it, they're going to hear you one of these times." Her inappropriate laughter just continues as you drag her into Wanda's backyard so you decide to leave her with Yelena.

Wanda truly planned a perfect party, there was a petting zoo and a clown all manifested by her powers, the decorations fit the baby shark theme perfectly, the goodies were pastry chef level, and the kids were having an absolute blast. Tireless hours spent running around in fits of laughter had your lips in a constant upturn, and you could see the same was to be said for your wife's as she and Yelena played along with them.

Wanda was equally as happy, the precious baby having grown tired was napping on her chest, and you were just silently observing the joy until Natasha snuck up from behind you., "Detka! Come play with us...," you lurched forward, your wife quick to catch your terrified form, "Jesus Nat..." She placed a kiss to your shoulder in apology, your hands clasping over hers as you worked to pull yourself together, then your eyes dropped to the sad little girl.

"Mama, Mommy..." Avery's shaky voice calls out for you two, Natasha quickly moves around you to scoop her up, and you move to join the embrace, "What is it honey?"

She sniffles lightly, then her sad eyes travel between the both of your concerned ones, a tiny smile then etches onto her features in a truly confusing manner. "Thank you for being our mommies, and giving Liz a birthday party." Natasha's face contorts almost angrily at the unnecessary gratitude, and you too fight the tears that threaten to fall, her obvious pain blanketed by her innocence truly hurts your soul, but for Natasha the incident is a uniquely clarifying one that helps to heal her inner child.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to thank us, we're just doing what we're supposed to do.," You coo, hand lifting to wipe the tear from her eye line, then shifting to wipe away at Nat's, who sighs at the comfort your touch offers her.

"Avery, I know you're probably scared, but I promise that this is a forever arrangement.," Natasha proudly relays to the brunette in her arms, "Yeah?" she asks, her voice uncertain. "Ave, you're our angel, and you're here to stay." You place a kiss to her cheek, then leave her alone with Natasha once she'd settled down, collecting your remaining brood and saying your goodbyes.

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With Natasha retiring from the Avengers, and only remaining available for end of the world threats she had a lot more time for frivolity. Summer proved to be the perfect time for the both of you to take the kids out to experience the world like they truly never had before. So, you'd taken an entire month off from the group home, and July became the month to make core memories, and unbeknownst to Natasha it would prove to be a challenging one for her.

—

Natasha was stood behind the grill, hand tightly flexed around the tongs that were meant to be flipping the chicken over, but she was far too entranced by you, the goddess currently sat on the steps of the pool as your children surrounded you in various floatation devices. Your smile innocent as can be as you watched Eliza splashing at the water so aggressively, just to be shocked every time it hit her face. The older kids found amusement in the act too, but they were soon over it, and began traveling around the entire pool by means of the wall, with your warning to be careful on their minds.

Natasha hated that during this wholesome event her predatory focus was on you, but not enough for her to look away though, she couldn't help it when you looked that good. You were sat there in a bright pink one piece and she wondered why she'd never seen it before today, she had a delicious view of your cleavage, and the sides over your hips were tastefully cut out. It's like your body was calling to her, screaming to her that it was perfectly crafted as a place to rest her hands, all her mind can think of is gripping you by your exposed skin and shoving you against a wall.

"Mommy, is the food almost done? I'm sooo hungry!" Sam shouts from the poolside, your gaze finally meeting that of your wife's, and it's then that she notices the mischief beneath them. Natasha meets your smirking face with a scowl, her gaze dropping to the near to burning chicken, then slowly shifts over to your sons expectant face., "Five more minutes honey, how about you all get out and changed, yeah?"

Natasha sneaks a glance at you once more, eyes falling to your bottom as you step out of the pool, wetted swimsuit clinging to your every curve, and the months of sexual frustration causes a painful pit to form in her stomach. Your luscious hips swaying about teasingly not helping her one bit as you dance around to keep the shivering baby content, then she freezes once you make your way over to her.

Quickly she works on looking busy, removing the chicken from the grill, covering it up with a layer of aluminum, and pretending that you didn't catch her previous stares. When she can't avoid your presence any longer she looks up to see your smiling face right before her, and then over to the adorable baby with her unicorn hood covered head against your chest babbling nonsense as she slips into dreamland.

"Smells so good honey, thanks for manning the grill tonight, you're a trooper.," your fingers lightly trail across her heated skin leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, "Oh my baby, you're so hot, let me help you cool down...," Natasha gasps when your wet body leans into her supposedly dry body. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't intend to make you dripping wet..." Natasha's hand quickly settles on your hip to keep you firmly against her, plump lips smashing to yours for an obviously needy kiss, tensions both rising and fading all at once.

Her tongue slips into your mouth, and her grip is so tight you're sure it'll leave behind bruises. You'd only intended to tease the woman, but this outcome wasn't something you were all that opposed to. You'd begun to melt into her until the sounds of giggling ruined the moment and you expertly slipped off indoors to change, winking back at your flushed wife, and purposefully swaying your hips for what she can only assume was a means to torture her.

—

Natasha had forgotten that she agreed to help Clint fix up his barn, so your fun summer was interrupted by an impromptu trip to the farm. The kids were happy to be together again, having run off towards the horses with wide smiles as soon as their feet touched ground. Then Laura had beamed at the sight of your cuddly baby, so you guys weren't feeling all that guilty for having brought them along.

It wasn't all a waste for you either as you find yourself gawking at the sight of your wife, her strong arms effortlessly hauling the trimmed pieces of oak over to Clint as he nailed them in. The beads of  sweat dripping down her face that she wipes away with the bottom of her shirt, exposing her dewy, toned abs to you, followed only by her knowing smirk that has you turning away as she playfully winks. Natasha's attempt at payback was working out well, but her celebratory pat on the back was unknowingly short lived.

Laura just came back out to the patio, passing you over a lemonade, "I'm shocked you're all here, Nat had told us you guys were busy this month, then she called back the other day agreeing to help, but I'm not complaining.," she says while cuddling the one year old closer, you look back to see your wife already staring at you, she waves before making a show of removing her shirt and you catch on to the cheap play at hand. 

"Well, when she mentioned it to me there was no reason to say no when the kids get along so well...," you nod in the direction of the spies, "...plus, Sam and Avery missed all of you.," Laura snorts at your jab at your collective spouses, then she goes to pass over Eliza in favor of serving those hard at work some fresh lemonade., "Oh no, enjoy your baby snuggles, I'll take this down to them, it's no problem."

She lazily rebuttals but quickly ends up giving in to your offer, and so you set off to bring lemonade to your dearest wife and her shady partner in crime. Natasha smiles when she sees it's you approaching, but then she sees you'd taken your baggy shirt off to reveal a red tube top and booty shorts, flashbacks of your first time together flooding her mind, and her need for the ice cold drink had steadily increased.

"Hiya Natasha... Clinton.," you tightly greet, the retired archer quickly retreats with his drink before he could be wrapped into the clear stand off between you and his best friend. Natasha too tried to snatch up the drink, but as quick as she was, you were quicker—perks of working with young children you suppose.

"Moya lyubov', may I please have my drink?," Natasha pleads with a gentle smile, and soft eyes full of deception., "I'm not sure, the walk over here left me rather parched myself honey, may I have a sip?"

Natasha sees the look in your eyes, and it's obvious your intentions were anything but pure, but she's also never found it within her to be able to say no to you., "Of course detka, you don't even have to ask.," Your genuine, warm smile was enough to make her momentarily forget about the unofficial war of teasing you've found yourselves engaged in this month.

Beautiful green eyes full of want watch you with an unwavering attention, your tongue poking out to wet your lips, her cup slowly rising to meet them, a small sip you gently swallow down, the moan of pleasure you release as the taste hits your tongue, all of which leaves her in another stupor that she now realizes she can't even handle on her own since she's trapped herself here for a weekend.

With a clearing of your throat her eyes lift from your lips, and then she's reaching forward to grab her cup, but with her skewed attention she accidentally nudges the drink, spilling over half of the sticky contents onto your exposed chest., "Oh shit, detka, I'm so sorry.," she panics, her eyes however are locked on the way the pale yellow droplets trail down over the top of your breasts, lines of sugar left in their tracks, and finally soaking into your top.

Clint was cringing at his best friends inability to even function, so he took some initiative, he balled up her discarded shirt, then with a bit too much strength he threw it at the back of her head, receiving a middle finger as thanks. Natasha pointlessly wipes at your dried skin, nervous face never rising to look at yours in fear of your reaction, but you give her no choice as you lift her face by her chin.

"My love, I'm fine, it's just a little lemonade.," You chuckle, then to her shock you lean in to kiss her, your tongue briefly entering her eager mouth., "Thought I'd give you a little taste since you sort of lost your chance there..." Natasha's a bit out of it as you pull back, even more so as you place a few light kisses across her jawline on your journey to her ear., "Well, I'm off to shower now Natty, you seem to have left me a sticky mess..." You chuckle as her breath hitches, and entire body tenses under your departing touch.

Natasha watched you leave while desperately trying to bring herself back to her own body. Huffing and cursing herself for ever thinking teasing you at the Barton's farm was a good idea, then when she finally turns she sees her far too amused friend already looking at her., "Jesus Nat, you're down bad..." The archer laughs out as she returns to helping him, then Natasha accidentally knocks the man over in the process of handing him another piece of wood., "Sorry..."

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Natasha has been frustrated ever since you'd become mothers, a long ten months of being left high and dry, reduced to nothing more than a quickie in the shower, she's desperate. The summer shenanigans furthering her need. You've enjoyed every bit of teasing her too, she's seen the glint in your eyes, and now she's more than excited to punish you for it today. This stint of relentless teasing will finally be coming to an end as she's gotten an idea, and the ball had already been set in motion.

"Detka, fill me in again, what are we doing this weekend?" You hummed thoughtfully, racking your brain while transferring the pancakes over to the lined up plates from the griddle., "Natty, I have no clue, I'd thought we were staying in." She smirks at the desired answer, excitedly spinning you around by your hip, and a pancake goes flying across the kitchen, but she leans in to kiss you, temporarily cutting off your scolding, "Right answer detka..."

The sultry tone isn't lost on you, "Natasha...," her smirk widens at the warning in your tone, and your heart stops when she leans into your ear, "Lena's on her way to pick up the kids, enjoy being able to walk while you still can." Pulling back she sees the pure terror for what's to come in your eyes, her lips peck your frozen pair, then she walks away in a fit of laughter.

Her cheeky threat nearly had you crumbling, because as much as you've enjoyed teasing her, you missed the trysts of the past just as much. Flashes of when she'd bend you over the couch and rail you stupid from behind as she would answer along to jeopardy roll through your mind, or all those long mornings you spent warming her cock while she took her time finishing up her paperwork, whispering steamy phrases into your ear, and once you were a squirming mess she'd fuck you senseless.

To put it simply, you just hid your frustrations better, and leaving Natasha in a fit she couldn't quite resolve without you was kinda enticing. Feeling how desperately she needed you now had your heart beating out of your chest. Sounds of tiny feet pitter pattering across the kitchen floor brought you back to yourself, and with a shaky resolve you met your family at the dining table with their plates, Natasha took in your obviously bothered state, winking over at you while securing Eliza into her seat, and expertly ignoring your glare.

Checkmate...

—

Natasha had just finished sending Yelena off, turning around she noticed you'd left her, and with a lust driven pep in her step she entered the unusually silent house in search of you. Natasha slowly traveled through the house, this game of cat and mouse absolutely thrilling her, leaving her an opportunity to ponder just what she wants to do to you, and the longer she's on the hunt, the more her devious thoughts run. "Detka, you can run, but you can't hide from me, I will find you and have my way with you.," her harmonious taunting traveling down the hallway and through the bedroom door, a pang of arousal shooting straight down to your lace covered core, and the doorknob turning had you desperately shaking in your place.

The retired Avenger pushes the door open in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to keep an unbothered composure, but then the sight of you leaves her breathless; a bright red lingerie set clings to your body deliciously, your breasts pooling over the top of the lacy bralette, thick thighs fitted with matching rings of red, and your delicate belly held in place by the high waisted fabric concealing your dripping core. After anticipating a day like this was on the horizon you'd purchased a beautiful lingerie set while out on one of your grocery shopping trips, and it seems to have done the trick.

She smiles tenderly at you, an overwhelming sense of pride flooding her chest at the way you now exude such confidence, as perfect as you are, she's just happy you're finally seeing it too. The woman's eyes widen when you move to take thoughtful steps to lessen the offensive gap, calloused hands reach out to grip you by the hips but you stop her, pushing them away. An eyebrow raised in challenge doesn't seem to deter you, her interests piqued as your hands fall to her hips, fingers sliding through the loops of her jeans you suddenly pull her flush against you, "You know Daddy, I was kinda hoping I could have my way with you first..."

Natasha groans as your low tone serves its purpose of riling her up, "Go on then detka.," With confidence at an all time high you use your hold on her to slam her against the wall, her breath hitches at the unexpected impact, emerald eyes swirling with a mix of shock and need as they anticipate your next move.

The answer comes as her shirt and bra are flying across the room, and your lips were quick to attach themselves to her own, your tongue slipping into her mouth, while your hands fall to her exposed breasts, massaging the skin and pinching at her sensitive nipples. Her whimpers of immense pleasure transfer over to your mouth, then as her hips start to move on their own accord you're pulling away, lightly giggling as she attempts to chase you.

Natasha observes your eyes twinkling with a unplaceable mischief, "Patience is a virtue love, and it seems to me you don't have any of it..." your fingers slip through the loops once more. Natasha nods as you stare into her eyes, slowly dropping to your knees you take her pants with you, and the woman is already struggling to regulate her breathing at the sight of you, just so pretty, and obviously ready to please, with those doe eyes of yours, swimming with a faux innocence that drives her up the wall.

Natasha leans against the wall, bracing herself as you drag her panties down her body next, leaving a trail of her slick behind on her legs that you use you're tongue to eagerly clean up. Your tongue sliding across the skin of her thigh, then as you began to leave your marks you heard a buzzing. Natasha's head was reeling, her ringing phone not even registering in her mind until your tantalizing touch left her skin entirely.

"Detka, don't you even dare think of stopping.," her hand gripping your hair tightly, darkened eyes searching yours, then she finally hears the phone, groaning loudly as she does.

Once she relinquishes her hold on you she reaches for the phone, and while she answers it you return to working her up., "Hello?", Yelena on the other end begins to ramble about something the baby was doing, Natasha was struggling to keep her breathing steady as her irritation steadily rose., "Listen you little shit! CALL KATE OR WANDA, but leave me alone!", Yelena gasped as the phone clicked in her ear, shuddering as she realized what was likely taking place on the other end of the line., "That is disgusting..."

Natasha's hand returned to your hair, fingers tangling into your locks and forcefully slotting your face before her glistening cunt., "Detka, don't even think of making daddy wait any longer, your teasing will not go unpunished...," and with that she shoved your face into her, a loud moan leaving her as your nose nudged her engorged clit, your skilled tongue working her over, and not even a minute into riding your face is she releasing into your mouth, body shaking as her beyond overdue orgasm rolls through her, hips continuing to fuck your face while you graciously accept every last drop of your wife's addicting arousal as it rolls over your tongue and down your throat.

Natasha uses her grip on your hair to pull you away when it becomes too much, peering down at your shining face through her hooded eyes she enjoys the way your chest heaves as you're desperately sucking in air after pleasing her. Your blown out irises, and plump lips a sight too hot for the woman to handle, a new wave of arousal bringing her back to her original plans.

The previous months of want for you send her absolutely feral, the grip in your hair being used to pull you up, and into her for a bruising kiss, giving you no time to adjust before she's shoving her tongue down your throat, and moaning as she gets a taste of herself, the desperate need to taste you has her throwing your body onto the bed by the way of your hips, hovering above you and smirking at the healthy fear residing in your eyes.

"I'm going to destroy you...," she whispers as she bites into your neck, "...all these months of teasing me...," her tongue licks over the fresh mark, slightly soothing the pain caused, "...and you thought you'd just get away with it did you?," Lips continuing to travel across your collarbones as they leave no skin unmarked., "Well detka, you thought fucking wrong."

"Fucking hell detka, you're so fucking hot in this little ensemble of yours, sad it's got to go.," her hands then yank the lingerie off of your body, and then the next thing you know you're being plunged into a world of darkness as she uses the leg rings as a blindfold., "Natty..."

A harsh slap is laid to your cunt, your body jolting as you loudly moan in response, "That's not my name detka, and you know better..." Your teary eyes look to her, and in the moment she thinks you've never looked more beautiful., "I'm sorry daddy, I was just a lil confused..." Nat's resolve briefly softens, not that you could see., "I know detka, now, you know what to say if it's too much, so is it?" ... "No, it's okay."

"Good girl." She teases, before taking away the warmth you'd grown accustomed to, a dark chuckle leaving her as you whine and thrash about., "Ah-aht detka, don't make me regret my words.," your thrashing ceasing as her menacing tone leaves no room for brattiness.

Natasha sorts through her box built for nights like tonight, the thick layer of dust on top lending her to realize just how long it's been since she'd been able to have you like this. Settling on silky bindings, and a thick, cum filled strap she steps into the harness, slipping the attached end into her eager cunt, then she's returning to your side, and tying your hands together., "No touching daddy, or seeing her, only letting me use your body as I see fit, do you understand detka?" You nod, "Words moya lyubov'... Color?"

Natasha's lips meet yours with ferocity, fingers trailing down your body as soon as you mutter your understandings, pinching at your nipples before continuing on their path to your core. Teasingly stroking through your folds, her fingers collected your abundant arousal to smear over your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and your loud moans were swallowed by her.

While her tongue explored your mouth, nimble fingers traveled even lower, and as she sucked on your tongue two fingers pushed passed your entrance, being greedily sucked up into the warm space, and she groaned at just how tightly your walls gripped onto her digits., "You're always so fucking tight for me detka..." Natasha had no intention of getting you off yet, in the moment she's only here for her relief, so she thrusts into you at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of your walls pulsing around her, and wanting nothing more than to taste you.

Just as you were nearing the edge she pulled her fingers out, your adorable whines thrilling her, she pulled away from your bruising lips, moaning in appreciation as she slipped her fingers into her own mouth, finally getting the chance to taste you after months of waiting. Natasha's walls flutter around the strap that resides within her, her hips buck reflexively, and you whimper when the strap nudges you. Your sounds spurring the redhead on, and with ease she slams the cock into you all at once.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy that feels so good...," Natasha hums in agreement against the soft skin of your neck, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out and slamming back into you. She fucks into you without relent, your low toned moans and hot breaths fanning over her ear have her walls fluttering like crazy, tipping her over the edge once more, "Shit detka, you're so fucking hot...," and her pace only increases as she wishes to drag her orgasm out, and push you into a dizzy state of your own.

"Daddy... I-I please, I want to see you... I need to see you, to feel you, I can't cum if I don't," Natasha's heart beams at your confession, but she's not done with punishing you for teasing,"I don't remember saying you could anyways detka, if you want to cum, why don't you beg for my forgiveness then."

Natasha picks up her pace, laughing into your shoulder when your almost pleads fall short as she continues to hit that spot within you that always leaves you breathless. "Daddy, I-.," she smirks, "Yes detka?," slowing down ever so slightly as she wants her to hear you begging, "I-I'm sorry for teasing you, daddy please, I need to cum so bad... I need to see you, to feel you, I'm so sorry... Won't do it again!"

Natasha mockingly laughs at you, your obvious lies not convincing, because you're not sorry, and she knows you will do it all again, plus, the need to tease you is still prominent. So, her hand slip between your sweaty bodies as she firmly presses her thumb into your clit, sending your body into a fit of despair; your legs trembling, a harsh scream painfully rips through your dry throat, and the pit in your stomach tightens to a place of unbearable pain, but even if you wanted to disobey her, you can't come until she lets you see and feel her, you've already tried...

Natasha's heart aches after your scream fades into a string of whimpers, so even though you're not muttering 'red,' in an act of silly contrition she slides her hand back up your body, skillfully untying your bonded hands, and they reflexively fly up and wrap around her, your fingernails digging painfully into her shoulder blades.

Her soft lips gently land upon yours as she slowly pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face, then pulls back to stare into your eyes. Natasha smiles down at you with a teasing glint and you return it with a goofy one of your own., "Go on then, cum for daddy, be my good girl.," Her hips then pick back up to the previously dizzying pace, your hands grip her by the nape of her neck, and lower back, pulling her in for a needy kiss. Pushing her in that much deeper, and with one final press to your clit you're falling apart, and it's not long until Natasha falls with you as the sight of you losing control always has a tendency to do that to her.

"I hope you're ready detka, you're free to cum as you please now, but there's no limit for how many I plan to pull from you tonight..." You squeal once Natasha's threat registers as she flips you onto your side, then she fucks into you from behind until you're uncontrollably shaking, and cumming hard, drenching the sheets with a loud scream of "daddy."

Then without much reprieve she's flipping you back onto your back, pulling you to the edge of the bed as she lifts you by your thighs, resting your legs against her own body, and leaving your hips raised as she's fucking you from an angle that has you immediately gasping for air, and gives her a view of your blissed out face. The pace at which she fucks into you bordering animalistic, and with the added stimulation to your nipples she's able to draw another two orgasms from you in rather quick succession. Lowering your trembling body back onto the bed, and kissing every available inch of skin as she waits for your breathing to return to an acceptable rate before continuing.

Even in your state she's able to maneuver you onto your knees, the sight of your your stretched hole pulsing around nothing while your arousal drips onto the sheets beneath you has her totally awestruck, then a quiet 'green daddy,' has her sliding back into you with ease. Leaning her front against your back, her own breathing becoming labored as the intensity catches up to her and you're not fairing much better, the babbling mess that you are shaking beneath her as you are blinded by your fifth orgasm of the night, both of you collapsing at once, and your wife lays on top of you until her stomach rumbles with a different type of need.

Natasha pulls out of you slowly, whines of confusion tumble from your smushed face, and she smirks at your beyond fucked out state., "They'll be with Wanda tomorrow night, and at Tony's most of Sunday, so get your rest now detka, because I'm far from done with you. You're all mine for the weekend sweet girl." Her words break through to you, well in partiality, "No, for forever..." Natasha chuckles at your delirious mumblings, feather light kisses are placed all over your back in hopes of providing reassurance, "Forever sounds perfect to me moya lyubov', now get some sleep while I make us some fuel for round two."

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The weekend was long indeed, come Sunday morning your legs were immobilized, and Natasha beamed at the hilarious revelation. The love making wasn't over either, because she meant it when she said all, but today's experience had been different from the last two, it was soft, there was no rush as she took care of you, and you in turn did the exact same.

Then come afternoon she was tending to your every little need, and that night she handled everything; takeout was ordered, kids were fed, bathed, and then were put to sleep with ease. Natasha returned to your shared room and gave you an all body massage, working out the deep tensions she herself had caused, your groans of relief sounding like music to her ears. "Goodnight detka..." She lovingly whispers, soft kisses placed over your cheeks, and her heart flutters as your lips naturally quirked up in your sleep, and your sweet snores filled the empty space around.

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Summer was officially ending, and Natasha was pleading with you not to enroll the older two into the private school. "Detka, we are more than capable of teaching them the abc's, 123's, and the fundamentals of life.," you had rolled your eyes, continuing on with the application process as planned, "Yeah, please, try your curriculum on me then, persuade me.," Natasha's smirk is quickly falling when you send her the stare that reads 'not like that,' so she tries to use words to convince you.

In a patronizing way she sings the child's educational songs to you, to which you equally as pettily clap for her., "Murder is bad, unless they've done horrible things and deserve to be shivved," your eyes widen, "If someone tries to threaten you, give them fucking hell, and if —." Natasha's brows furrow at the hand you've now placed over her mouth, "Natasha, it's settled.," her eyes light up, "They're going to school."

Her shoulders instantly deflate, and she falls against the couch in an exaggerated huff, arms folded over her chest. "Oh my sweetest Natty, I know you're worried, but they'll be safe. Tony wouldn't send Morgan there, and recommend it to us if it wasn't a secure front..." Natasha's mask falls as you straddle her lap, tears fall down her cheeks without stop, and you pull her face into your chest to allow her the comfort. Strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you there, and she breathes you in, the woodsy undertones of your cologne and your skins natural scent effectively soothing her.

"What if—?" Your soft lips cut her paranoia off, a soft engagement of kisses shared, "Natty, it's normal to be worried, especially with your former line of work, but sheltering them will just as likely harm them." Natasha nods against your chest in silent understanding. "Plus, Morgan's been there for three years now, and she's had no run ins, and let's be honest here honey—Tony's got a lot more enemies." Her light giggles calming your anxious heart, "They're going to be okay because their mommy is their fiercest protector, and I'd like to thank their mama is a close runner up."

"You definitely are, but you know, you're an even greater personal pillow..." Natasha teases, using her strong hold she suddenly shifts your bodies until your back is flat on the couch, her body settling atop of yours and her face buried deep within the crook of your neck.

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Natasha was right, it wasn't safe there, but the culprit of your daughter's afflictions came in the form of her fellow six year olds, more specifically Camren; the blonde boy with deep dimples who has been taught that his actions have no real consequences if he just cracks a smile, and bats his thick lashes.

He's been harassing your daughter since school started about a month ago, you only just found out over the phone via the principal's aide. Apparently him harassing Avery was easy for them to overlook, but once she punched the boy square in the face it became a 'problem of safety,' and a 'means for suspension.' Natasha is still none the wiser being that she's off at the compound training her body, and because you're not too sure she wouldn't come to finish the job that Avery had started.

Upon making it to the school the receptionist was waiting for you in the parking lot with her arms crossed over her chest, and a scowl meant to intimidate, but really she just looked rather constipated. "Mrs. Romanoff?," You nodded, keeping your unbridled anger at bay, but still feeling it simmering from within, "Follow me."

Avery was sat in a chair with her knees pulled to her chest, her tear stained face resting on them, and her lip quivered when seeing you., "Mama?.," Your heart broke at the sight of the distraught girl, and as the door closed you took in the rest of the room. The principal was sat behind his desk with an ominous expression, to the right sat a slender woman in a suit with an obvious set of worry lines, the little boy beside her with the shiner fills you in on as to why that may be, and she looks pretty pissed.

"Mrs. Romanoff, so nice of you to join us, please do take a seat.," the principal booms, startling you from your observations, and you settle besides your daughter, a comforting arm wrapped around her as you do., "So, as you can see, your daughter Avery here did quite a number on Miss. Jones's son. We'd like to offer a respectful discourse of the next steps with you for your daughter's expected punishment."

The smile on the little boys face pisses you off, the matching one upon his mother's has you on the verge of seeing red. "Well, if we're talking punishment, what is it he'll be receiving then?," His mother scoffs, turning her body to face the man behind the desk, incredulously shaking her head and awaiting his expected defense.

"Well, as you can see your daughter is fine—." Now it's you scoffing, "Fine? My daughter who is shaking like a leaf, and who's sobbing is fine? Camren's apparently been bullying her for over a month now, your school never once did a thing about it, and once she retaliates you seem to care? Yet still, only she's up for suspension?"

Silence filled the tense space, the principal processing his next step, but the other parent cuts him off as she loses her temper., "Your daughter had no right to touch my angel, Camren said nothing that wasn't true, that's hardly classified as bullying if you ask me."

"It's a good thing I wasn't asking you then... Ave's, can you please tell mama what's been happening?" Her head lifts from her knees, you quickly pull her trembling form into your lap, and scratch up and down her back for comfort., "Well, he keeps calling me 'Tubby,' and 'Fat,' which makes all the other kids laugh at me and that makes me really sad. Then today he called you fat, and it just made me so mad Mama, so I punched him just like Mommy had taught me how, and then he shoved me to the ground, and said 'You're just a stupid fatty with two Mom's, you're such a freak.' After I got back to class they came to get me, and I was so scared because they wouldn't even let me call you..."

Your head was absolutely spinning, the words she'd stuttered out far more informative than the previous phone conversation, and the last bit tipped you over the edge of your fury., "Alright, I'm ready to talk, and I'll even be quick. Avery will receive no punishments, but Camren over there will be expelled effective immediately." The woman beside you gasps, and the principal stammers, "Ma'am, with all due respect, that's just not—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, had you actually respected me you'd have never let it get this far. I hope you know I have no problem making all of your lives a living hell, this school's existence is dependent upon the elite is it not? You know, such as Tony Stark, and The Black Widow, messing with them sounds like a PR nightmare to me, but what would I know right? Not like I'm married to one, and have the other on speed dial or anything."

The horrified looks on all parties present leaves you feeling accomplished, the reluctance on the man's face as he nods has you ready to laugh. "Miss Jones, it seems your son will have to find a new school, we here at Baxter Academy don't tolerate bullying of any kind, and upon further investigation it's clear your son had instigated it all, and Avery here was defending herself."

Camren and his mother jump up, scarily so, mirroring one another to the tee, and you fear for the boy's future as he never stood a chance., "Careful there Miss, my wife is a really talented lady, might blink and wake up in Heaven..." The pair leave in a huff after your clear threats, you stand too, prepared to leave yourself.

"Avery is not being suspended, but we will wave her need to attend for the week to allow her a chance to recuperate. We're truly sorry for all of these misunderstandings ma'am." You nod in appreciation, but little does he know his days here are equally as numbered, anyone who didn't protect your angel will be replaced before you even consider bringing her back.

Avery was attached to your hip when you left, quiet sobs still leaving her, and breaking you. Yelena already had Eliza, so she had no issue agreeing to pick up Sam after you'd briefly filled her in, Russian curses flying out, and you had no intention of translating so you hung up. "Angel, would you like to get ice cream with me and mommy? She's going to meet us there." She nodded against your shoulder, but still said nothing, and you were feeling a bit worried.

The car ride is silent at first, soft music playing while you drove around the city, giving her the moment to process, and for you to calm down. "Mama?" You hummed, "Are you fat? Am I? Was Camren and his mommy right then?" You'd expected the questions, but the rate at which they flew, and the brokenness in her tone you couldn't have been prepared for.

"Come here angel.," You gently command as you're now sat in the parking lot, and she climbs into your lap. You cup her chubby little cheeks, giggling as she further scrunches her face up when you kiss her little nose. "Well, yes, Mama is fat honey, but no, you're not fat at all lil lovey." Avery looks to you inquiringly, "Mama, why is being fat so bad anyways?"

You sigh, "There's nothing wrong with being fat honey, it's not a basis of someone's worth, and it's not even an accurate measurement of someone's overall health. Even if someone like Camren or his mom says otherwise, he was just trying to hurt your feelings. Nobody has a right to shame you for your weight, and if it ever happens again you come straight to me okay? All that matters in this life honey is that you're happy and healthy, and I feel like you're both."

"Oh, I'm so very happy mama! I am sorry he was trying to hurt your feelings, that's not very nice... You're the bestest, most beautifulest mama ever! He's just a little shit." You snort at your daughter's words, "Honey, that's a bad word...," She smiles mischievously, "I know, but mommy said it's sometimes okay to say when you're telling the truth, she says it a lot when we are out with Auntie Lena."

"Well, then I'll let it slide this time honey, but I will be talking to mommy..." She giggles, as if she knows she just stirred the pot, then she cuddles further into you as when you step out of the car, "I love you mama.," you kiss her forehead, "I love you too angel, now let's go enjoy some delicious ice cream!!," her squeals bring your heart a sense of peace as her spirits been successfully lifted.

Natasha's already sat at a table inside when you enter, you observe her pained expression, and when she looks up at you all she gives is a small smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. "Angel, I think mommy could use some love.," you settle her down, and she runs into Nat's open arms while you go to order the ice cream. Natasha's quickly smiling over her shoulder at you, the former assassins heart settling as she realized that you'd already taken care of it all as Avery excitedly talks her ear off.

Doesn't mean she won't handle it her way too, she's got her own skillset and lots of free time on her hands...

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"Natasha, absolutely not!" You shriek as her phone is shoved in your face yet again, a horrid baby costume on display, "I don't see why we can't be a family of murderers, Halloween is for the spooky, you're being no fun!" You sigh, she drives a hard case, but you just refuse to relent here., "I'm not sending my family our first Halloween photos with Eliza dressed as the horrifying child from the Seed of Chucky!," a quiet correction following you, "Glenda."

You have to give it to your redheaded wife though, her Amazon killer wishlist is perfectly crafted; a gender bent Chucky costume for her, paired with a gorgeous Tiffany for you, and then your precious baby girl was in line to be the hideous Glenda. Avery and Sam were going to be enemies from her third favorite franchise, Nightmare on Elm Street. Sam was going to be a truly terrifying Freddy meant to go up against Avery's creepy Jason.

After hours spent pointlessly bickering with you Natasha caves, as she was always going to. So, while the kids spent the Saturday with the famed archer, you, Laura, and a reluctant Nat went out on the town to prepare for the month's festivities, and after hours of shopping you'd both returned to decorate the house.

Natasha's soured mood suddenly gone as she giddily creates a murder scene in the guest bathroom, while you set up a beautiful harvest wonderland on the front porch, oddly shaped gourds lining the banister, pumpkins on the steps, and faux hay bales replacing the year round seating.

Natasha comes barreling out of the front door, "Detka, come look at my masterpiece!," you retreat from her when red stained hands try to grab you by the face, "Oh, sorry detka..." Sheepishly she shifts her gaze to the porch, "This looks amazing honey, but you really need to come check mine out, it's an exact replica of one of Lena's and I's best assassinations. Don't worry, he was a literal scumbag."

"Even then, please do keep this information between us."

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Natasha's hands are holding you by the hips, both of you stood before the mirror in your costumes., "Jinkies detka, you sure look hot.," her face falling against your shoulder, loudly laughing as you nudge her for using your catch phrase as a come on, "Velma and Daphne, the secret sapphics, sure you would've looked hot as Tiffany, but fuck, is it bad that I want to just rip this ensemble right off of you?"

"Of course it's bad, seeing as how the entire mystery team is downstairs waiting for us.," You tease the woman, turning around in her hold and squealing when she just pushes you up against the mirror., "Not even a quickie?" Natasha smirks as you work to shove her away, "No Nat, not even a quickie, now let's go..."

When you made it downstairs your special brood was already loaded up and ready to go. Eliza was in her Scooby Doo get up, sitting in the Mystery Machine wagon eating her peach Gerber puffs, Avery was taking on a gender bent Shaggy, and Sam was dressed as Fred. Everyone's costumes having been hand made by Wanda, and you're almost certain Natasha is the one who convinced her that Velma's skirt was this short as you had to pull it down again.

"Look who finally decided to join us..." Wanda knowingly teases as she's stood before you in her Hex Girls costume, and as you roll your eyes at her you land your gaze on the other two members, Yelena and Kate., "Sorry, I was having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction." You tease right back, seamlessly dodging the flying pumpkin, and heading straight out the front door with the wagon and baby in tow.

After getting a bunch of group photos together you'd driven off towards the rich neighborhood of Tony Stark. Natasha and you were walking hand in hand, smiling widely whenever your kids would beam to you about the full size bars, and then gasping when they returned with a wad of cash from another. Their innocent little smiles were enough to warm your entire being. Then you almost broke when all the little kids who were able to recognize your wife were running up to her in their Black Widow costumes, completely enthralled by meeting their actual hero, and she wasn't shy about the tears when they left and she leaned into you.

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"My glasses! I can't see without my glasses.," You shriek as you flop onto the bed, throwing the prop glasses to the side table, looking up to see your wife smirking and shaking her head., "You are just so fucking cute detka...," She coos as she moves towards the bed, hands settling on your legs, inching up slowly as you squirm until she reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Jeepers Y/N, it seems you misplaced your panties too, but no worries, I'm on the case..." She gasps, soft hands bunching your skirt up, "And I'd have gotten away with this earlier, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!" You laugh at her petty play on words directed at your children's rights to their festivities, slowly relaxing into the bed as she moves down your body to successfully solve the reoccurring mystery of your missing panties.

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Christmas was only a week out, and the older kids were finally on vacation, so you had found the time to go ice skating in the city today. Natasha was apparently an expert so she was currently teaching the older two how it was done with an excitable Eliza strapped to her. You on the other hand were clinging to the wall for dear life while Yelena skated around you., "Y/N, it is not that hard, stop the dramatics.," "Give me your hand kiska, I will protect you.," (Pussy)

"Y/N, look up! It's the kissing plant!" Yelena smirked as she now stood before you, blocking your route, looking over your shoulder to her sister, who then followed her eye line to the mistletoe hanging above the both of you. "Y/N, we don't have much time! Kiss me, it will make Kate jealous enough to stop being so shy, and we both know Natasha will destroy you in bed." Yelena takes initiative as you stare her down in shock, leaning in her lips nearly meet yours, but just before they make their mark she's flying over the wall of ice by means of a booty bump., "Cyka..."

Eliza's giggles bring you back to see your wife's angry face now staring back at you., "Natty—." Her lips brutally smash into yours before you could defend yourself, only ever retreating when the smushed baby starts to fuss., "Mine!" A gentle smile thrown her way resolves her anger, "Natty, Lena was just being an idiot, and I was completely thrown off, I'm all yours..."

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Yelena had kept her distance for the week so that Kate could nurse her 'back to health' after Natasha had severely bruised her buttocks. But since it was Christmas Eve, and you already made it up to your wife, forgiveness had been given to the blonde for the sake of the holidays.

You had just settled the excited kids down in bed, then made sure Kate and Yelena were comfortable in the guest room before meeting your wife in the living room to play Santa. "Detka, why does the jolly man get to give them the Nintendo Switch, and we're giving them stuff like books?," You settle beside her, taking the wrapping paper roll from her and get to work., "Well, because Santa would never give them books, and we value their education so we would."

She looks to you completely unconvinced, "Natty, it would be lame to tell the kids at school Santa got them 'Junie B. Jones' or 'Harry Potter,' but we both know they will also be held up in the book nook we built for them as soon as they're unwrapped. Plus, we also have the very special delivery coming with Wands, remember?"

She beams widely at the reminder, her initial excitement being the only reason you'd agreed to such a gift in the first place., "Detka, are you ready to go to bed? If my sources are correct they'll be waking us up soon, Avery being the source..." You settle the last of the kids gifts beneath the tree, then with her help you get off of the floor, and settle snuggly into her arms.

"I'll be up in ten my love, I have to run grab a couple of gifts from the car, and nibble on some carrots and cookies for the imagination of it all." Natasha grumbles but concedes, lips pressing to yours for a sweet kiss that neither of you want to pull away from, but in the end she does.

As soon as she's gone, aka the coast is now clear, you settle another set of gifts beneath the tree, a silly smile on your face as you do, a bit too excited for tomorrows reactions. Then you begrudgingly nibble on the sugar cookies, eat a bit of the reindeers mix, throwing the rest to the ground before scampering upstairs to get a couple hours of sleep.

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"Wake up! Santa has come!" Your eyes flutter open expectantly at the excited voice, "Yelena! What the fuck? Where are the kids?" Natasha is annoyed, but honestly you're rather amused., "Don't be stupid Natalia, it's only 5:30 in the morning, they're still sleeping!"

Natasha chases her sister out of the room, and you use the time to stretch out before making your way down to start breakfast, ignoring the pained screams coming from the backyard, even looking away when Yelena's pleading eyes meet yours through the window.

The kids eventually come running down the stairs as the smell of cinnamon wafts through the house., "Mama, why is Auntie Lena holding peas to her cheek?" You stifle your giggles at your son's question, "She fell down the stairs.," Natasha is quick to answer him with a half lie "Oh no, are you okay?" He sadly asks, tiny hands moving to cup her good cheek, and she softens at the tenderness., "Yes malen'kiy." (little one)

Breakfast was a smooth experience, you getting the baby up and ready as you'd already eaten. Meeting everyone in the living room where they'd patiently been waiting, handing a tired Eliza to her mommy so that you could hand the gifts out one by one. Everyone was pleased, their squeals filling the space telling you so. The kids had already hugged everyone in the room, screamed their thanks to Santa Clause; Sam settled into the cushy reading nook, and Avery began setting up the switch.

"Looks like Santa had another gift to give." You beam, a big box wrapped in penguin paper in hand: To Yelena & Natasha | From: Santa written onto the pre-made sticker.

Natasha quirked her brow, while Yelena shook with anticipation in her seat as the box was settled between them., "Go on then, open it!" Yelena tore right into her end, while Natasha gently unwrapped her side like it was her job. "Oh my gosh! I've always wanted this since I saw it for the first time three seconds ago!" Yelena shrieks appreciatively, you giggle at the stark honesty, then within an instant your breath is gone as Natasha collides into you.

Fresh hot tears soak through your Christmas pajamas, and you just hold onto her tightly, because you didn't expect such a reaction from your wife, but it's also a totally acceptable one. "Thank you detka..." You smile as she speaks, "It wasn't me love, it was Santa..." her wet chuckle in response warms your body, and then there's a knock on the door.

Natasha pulls back from you with a wide smile, "It's time!" She sprints to the door, and you regather the kids, placing blindfolds over their eyes, and watching as your wife and best friend enter with adorable white cats with black tipped ears, and noses in their hands. Natasha lifts one up high showing it off in all its glory, and you smile warmly back at her excitement.

"Are you two ready for the surprise?"

"Auntie Wanda?! Are you our surprise?!" Wanda smiles at Avery's excitement for her, "No silly, but I did bring the surprise with me." Sam pipes up, "I'm ready! Please show us!" Natasha and Wanda step forward, gently settling the furry babies into their laps, and you uncover their eyes as they gasp at the new sensation.

Both kids squeal, "Oh my gosh!!!!" Sam pulling his into a loose embrace, while Avery nuzzled her nose to the bewildered cats. "This is the best gift, thank you so much —." Avery paused.

"I picked them up, but your mom's got them." Wanda answers her silent question, and both kids jump up to hug all the adults present anyways. 

Wanda headed towards the kitchen to start the Christmas dinner, her supposed gift to you, and so you settled down with Eliza to help her understand the new toys she'd just received. Sam took 'Liho' to the reading nook with him, and the cat happily slept at his side. Avery spent her time explaining the game she was learning herself to 'Tigger,' who just stared at her as if he understood her completely. Natasha and Yelena, with the help of Kate began to use their Easy Bake Oven from Santa. Testing their treats out on unsuspecting victims all day, and everyone had pretended to like it for the sake of their feelings.

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Natasha and you'd happily settled into your bed after the long day of Christmas festivities. Sleep consuming your mind the minute your body had hit the mattress, but Natasha found herself wide awake, the joy today brought her had kept her mind running a mile a minute. Liho was lying on her legs, purring like crazy, while Tigger was asleep upon her greatest accomplishment in life's tummy.

Holidays tended to be a time of reminiscing, and that's exactly what she was doing with her fingers in your hair, and a smile on her face. Everything good in her life is because of you, and her heart fluttered wildly at the thought of what could've been had she never gone into the Glory Hole all those years ago.

The peace you brought to her when all she ever knew was chaos, the pure love you give to her so freely and unconditionally, or how the beautiful family you blessed her with would just cease to exist, and the more she ponders she realizes that's not a reality she could bare to face, so she settles herself into bed, allowing your scent to calm her nervous system, and sighing as the exhaustion starts to set in.

Just as soon as she'd laid her head down on your chest though the door creaked open. Three sets of little eyes stared at the redhead, and she silently beckoned them over with the wave of her hand, and they quickly obliged. Avery passed Eliza to Natasha, then crawled in between the two of you, Sam settled between your legs, with his hand atop the cat already sleeping there, and the other loosely in yours.

Natasha falls asleep just as soon as everyone's breathing evens out, "Ya lyublyu tebya moya prekrasnaya sem'ya.," the last words she utters as her eyes fluttered shut.

(I love you my beautiful family)

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