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eclectickss · 3 years ago

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Make Me Feel Special (1/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Word Count: 3K?

Link to Part 2

A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3

You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.

“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.

You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.

From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.

Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.

Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.

Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.

You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.

“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.

“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.

“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.

“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.

You never got to have one of those.

“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”

“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”

“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.

You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.

Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.

“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.

“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.

“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“

“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.

A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.

“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”

Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.

“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”

Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.

“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”

Agatha looked a little speechless.

“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”

“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.

“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”

“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”

“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.

“Hey, Honey,”

Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.

You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.

“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.

“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.

“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.

“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”

“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.

“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”

Agatha shrugged. “I know.”

“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. “I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”

“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.

“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.

She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.

“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.

“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”

“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.

“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”

“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.

“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.

“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.

“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.

“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.

“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.

“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.

“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.

“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.

“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.

“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.

“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“

“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.

“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.

“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.

The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.

If you ever make up your mind...

1286 Lincoln St NW

(673) 867-5309

-Agatha

“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.

“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.

“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”

“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”

“What we’re you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.

“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.

“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”

“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”

“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.

“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”

That tipped the iceberg for you.

“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.

“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”

She took a pause.

“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”

“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.

“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.

But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.

The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.

You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.

Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.

“Hey baby, what is it?”

You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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The Surrogate - Chapter 12

The Surrogate: A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 1911

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (MFF Bisexual threesome. Oral sex, tribbing, vaginal sex, pregnancy sex)

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff. While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people. When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want. Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 12

Following Clint back down to his apartment was somehow the most terrifying and most exciting thing you’d ever done. You had a whole storm of conflicting emotions running through you that were all amplified and mixed thanks to the pregnancy. Clint kept his hand on your shoulder and it felt both comforting and a little like you were being led down to your imminent destruction.

You had finally admitted to Clint that you were falling in love with him and Natasha and rather than telling you that they had no room for anyone else outside of casual hookups, he’d told you they’d felt the same way. So as you walked down you weren’t worried about her rejecting you. Thanks to Clint, you knew that Natasha was going to take the news of your feelings well. What you were worried about was that with the baby on the way it was too much pressure. They were already an established couple. An established couple who were about to be parents. Adding a new girlfriend to that, even if it was their best friend and the person carrying the baby for them - it was a lot. There was a lot that could go wrong and in that ‘big horrible explosion with body parts flying everywhere’ way.

When you went into the apartment, Natasha glanced up from the couch with a look on her face that seemed to cover pity, concern, and expectancy. You weren’t even sure how she could manage to convey so many things in just one look, especially when she was usually so good at hiding those feelings. Then again, maybe you were just projecting.

“Hey,” she said. “He talked you down?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, taking a seat and grabbing a piece of pizza. “He did.”

“You gonna tell me what was wrong?” She asked.

You looked at Clint for help and he laughed and flopped down on the couch beside Natasha and slung his arm around her shoulder. “Oh, Nat,” he said playfully. “You’re gonna love this. Our buddy over there has been having some feelings. You know… of the romantic kind?”

Natasha's mouth dropped open and a huge smile crossed her features. “With us?”

“Yes with you,” you said. “Who do you think?”

Natasha pounced on you and her lips crashed into yours. You froze startled for a moment, your eyes wide and your arms held out awkwardly. When your brain caught up to what was happening, you wrapped your arms around her and melted into her. She kissed you deeply and lovingly but with a little bit of frantic excitement that you couldn’t quite keep up with. You broke the kiss with a gasp and started laughing. “Nat, you're crushing the baby.”

She pulled back laughing and leaned down and kissed your stomach. “Sorry, little one,” she whispered. “Mommy got a little excited.”

“So is that a yes then, Nat?” Clint asked. “You want a girlfriend officially?”

“Yes,” Natasha said. “Of course I do.”

You smiled and leaned in, nosing her neck. You wanted to just sit here and enjoy the fact that after all this time you were in an actual relationship with Clint and Natasha. It wasn’t as easy as that though. There was a child involved. Anything the three of you did would affect that baby too.

“How are we going to do this?” You asked. “I mean… should I move back out? Do we date? What about the baby?”

Natasha sat back and huffed, blowing a stray lock of hair off her face. “Well,” she said. “Clint and I didn’t date.”

“No?” You asked.

“Nah,” Clint said, shaking his head. “We just hung out all the time and then hooked up a lot and then we realized that we were each other’s favorite people.”

“Kinda like we have been,” you said.

“Exactly like we have been,” Clint said. “So I don’t know that anything needs to change except, we can get a really big bed and squish together in it.”

“And -?” you pointed at your stomach.

“Okay, that’s a big ‘and’,” Clint said.

“But the first question is, do you want to be a parent? Or even to do this,” Natasha said, gesturing between the three of you. “If we are parents?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “I think it was something I thought would happen but I’ve barely been seeing anyone. And since the surrogacy, no one, so it’s not been a pressing issue. I just… if we’re living together and it doesn’t work out, I’ll be attached to them and vice versa, and then if we don’t work out, then what?”

“Oh, dorogáya,” Natasha soothed. “All families run the risk of being broken up. I was adopted by a group that trained little girls to be assassins. Clint’s parents were killed in a car accident and he was raised in the circus. People get divorced. I think for now we need to just worry about us. When they join us, we can decide what role you’re comfortable with and work it out then. But chances are, if we are together you will be a mom.”

You nodded and chewed the inside of your cheek. “What if the breakup is messy and I am a mom?” You asked. “I already signed away all my rights to this baby.”

“Babe,” Clint said. “I promise we can sign anything you want after the baby comes if you’re worried we’d ever hurt you like that.”

“I don’t think you would,” you said, frowning. “But I know you never really thought that I’d try and keep them when I offered to be a surrogate and I still signed the paperwork.”

Natasha rubbed your thigh. “I love how worried you are about any of us getting hurt,” she said. “Clint and I, we could be friends with people. But when it came to romance, we just blew it up every time. With each other though? It’s just us. We didn’t try to force it. We knew our limitations. Yeah, we have our moments but we’re friends first. That’s how I feel about you too.”

You smiled and cuddled up next to her. “Okay. I guess we just… do it.”

“That’s what she said,” Clint teased.

“Then,” you continued, trying not to laugh. “When things look serious we work out the logistics of one kid with three parental figures.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Natasha said.

“Now,” Clint said, reaching around Natasha to play with your hair. “You walked off in a huff before because you were very, very horny. I’ve got good news for you. You now have both a boyfriend and a girlfriend who are here and willing to take on every little kink of yours.”

You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes. Just like that, your whole body felt like a live wire again. You hummed and bit your bottom lip. “Yes, please. Thank you.”

“So polite,” Natasha teased. “Why don’t you go get comfortable in bed and we’ll take good care of you.”

You got up and they quickly followed after you. Inside your mind, a veritable porn collection was playing with all the different possible ways Clint and Natasha could fuck you in your present state. You crawled up on the bed and they flanked you, Clint quickly pulling your shirt up over your head, while Natasha pulled down your maternity sweats. He started to kiss you hungrily as Natasha removed your panties and ducked her head down between your legs. As her tongue ran up your folds your whole body shivered and you moaned softly into Clint’s lips.

He broke the kiss and as you leaned back and arched your back, he kissed down your neck to your breasts. A low moan escaped your lips as Natasha lapped greedily at your cunt and Clint sucked on one of your breasts. With the pregnancy and the buzz of excitement from the start of something new, you were over sensitive and soaking wet. Natasha collected up the arousal as it dripped from you. It soaked your folds and ran down the inside of your thighs, smearing on your skin.

Clint sucked a patch of skin just at the base of your breast hard enough to bruise. You gasped and bucked your hips. Even as pleasure surged through you, making your body buzz and your muscles clench, your back began to ache due to the pressure on it.

“I need to move,” you half-moaned/half-panted.

They both pulled back, giving you room to change position. You rolled onto your side. Clint began to rub your cunt as Natasha quickly shed her clothes. When she was naked she lifted your legged and scissored her legs around you and began to grind her pussy against yours. The rub of her soaking cunt against yours maintained that slow buzz through you, keeping you right on edge without pushing you over. A sheen of sweat clung to your skin and you whimpered needily, squeezing and massaging your breasts in an attempt to add more to the sensation.

Clint watched you both as he slowly removed your clothes. When he was fully naked and you weren’t sure you could take any more of the frantic but drawn-out teasing, Natasha pulled away from you and Clint gave your ass swat. “Think you can do hands and knees?” He asked.

You nodded, still breathing heavily, and got onto your hands and knees. Clint moved up behind you and began to tease the head of his cock up and down your folds. Natasha moved in front of you, laying back with her legs spread, the thatch of red hair on her pussy glistening.

You dropped your head and sucked hungrily on her cunt and as the tart and musky flavor filled your mouth, Clint thrust hard into you from behind.

The sound of your moans was muffled by Natasha’s cunt, but even as Clint pounded into you as behind, you stayed focused on Natasha. You thrust two fingers inside her and curled them, stroking her internal walls and drawing out more of her wet. The pads of your fingers touched down on the spongy spot inside her and she cried out loudly and bucked up against your face. Behind you, Clint wrapped an arm around your waist and began to rub your clit as he fucked you. You moaned louder and doubled down on Natasha, digging your fingers into her g-spot and dragging them over it. As Natasha got louder and louder so did you and Clint, until the room was filled with the sounds of your moans and cries.

Natasha came first, her whole body curving of the mattress as she cried out and gushed on your face. You relaxed, collapsing down on Natasha’s stomach as the last of her orgasm ran through her. She ran her fingers through your hair and you gave yourself to Clint.

“Fuck! Yes!” You cried as your orgasm hit, and all your muscles clenched at once. Clint’s hips began to stutter but he kept fucking you through your orgasm as he held you in place. With a grunt, he held you in place and came inside you.

When he slipped out of you, you rolled onto your side and sighed happily, finally all your cravings having been sated. “That’s what I needed.”

Clint and Natasha spooned you from each side and kissed your neck. “Trust me, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Clint teased.

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