#thankyou for asking nat!

[yelenasdiary]

Subby!bottom!Nat getting a nipple piercing just for R as her birthday present to her. But, the healing process is at least 2 weeks long so Nat always rejects R's advances for steamy sessions cuz it's painful/not allowed and she wants to keep it a secret until finally on the day of R's birthday Nat reveals her big present and R can't stop herself from sucking her titties. Bonus points if you can add in a scene where R tries to cup Nat's tits in one morning when they're cuddling but Nat moans as it hurts and tries to cover it up. (Thankyou for your work, you're amazing)

Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Summary: Nat has painfully been trying to keep your birthday present a surprise. 

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Translations: Detka (baby)

Warnings: Sub! Natasha, Nipple Play (N Receiving), Slight Thigh Riding, Mommy Kink, Tiny Degradation, | 1.3K

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I hope you enjoy it!!

"All done!" The piercer smiled as they took a step back to make sure the bars were sitting perfectly. "Just be careful with towels, still wear a bra and no sexual activity in that area for at least 2-4 weeks" she added as Natasha put her favorite oversized tee back on. "Thank you, I love them" the red head smiled. 

Nat had been planning this for months, she wanted to surprise you for your birthday but didn't think ahead of how hard she'd have to keep the secret. It's no secret that you're a lover of her breasts, especially when she's wearing one of her tight tank tops making them sit perfectly. She loved to tease you and would often wear a bra that was a little too small, making them almost spill out of her top, driving you crazy. 

It's been two weeks since Nat got her nipples pierced but still felt they were rather sensitive and sore. She was glad that she'd planned this months in advance, your birthday was only a week away which gave her a little more time for the piercings to heal. It wasn't easy though, trying to keep you from hiding out. She was beginning to run out of excuses to kindly avoid any sexual activities between the two of you, so she ended up taking a small trip to Ohio to catch up with Alexie and Melina. 

Nat got back a few days before your birthday and of course you'd missed her. The birds chirped outside the small window of your shared bedroom at the Avengers compound. You rolled over to see Nat reaching for her alarm, given that you missed her so much, you wanted a little extra time in bed before starting the day. Naturally, you dropped an arm over her hip and pulled her closer into you. 

"Good morning" you spoke softly as you placed a kiss on the back of her neck, your hands making their way to cup her breast. "Good morning" Nat smiled, forgetting for a second about her new piercings. Her hands were full of her tits for a split second before Nat moaned with need. You gave them a light squeeze, not thinking twice about why she was wearing a bra to bed, she never wore a bra to bed. She moaned once more before she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the pain from alerting you. 

"God, I've missed you" you whispered, placing another kiss on the back of her neck. Nat playfully chuckled, "I've missed you too, but I can't miss training detka, we'll do this later" she replied as she gently removed your hands from her breasts and sat up, running her fingers through her hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. 

You didn't question her excuse, but it definitely confused you, Nat was always one for a little morning fun before her morning shower. "Is everything okay baby?" You asked, sitting up. 

Natasha nodded, "of course, I've just a busy day today and tomorrow I've got a few errands to run" she replied before leaning over and kissing you softly, "and the quicker I get everything done, the more free time you and I have" she added. 

"I told you not to make a fuss about my birthday" you reminded her. 

"I know detka, but you know how much Wanda loves to get everybody together to celebrate things" Nat replied before slipping out of bed. She had a point, even though you'd said a million times that you didn't want a party or anything, Wanda still made sure there would be some kind of celebration. "I'll see you later tonight" Nat smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. 

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A playlist of your favorite music played in the background under all the chit chatter from the others. The classic birthday song was sung as you blew out your candles, games were played before everybody was just enjoying a drink and talking among one another. You were sat on the sofa enjoying your drink when Nat came and sat beside you. 

"Come up stairs, I have a surprise for you" she whispered in your ear. You bit your bottom lip as you watched her stand up, getting a great look of the dress she was wearing that hugged her figure perfectly. She reached a hand out for you to take gracefully before she led the two of you back to your shared bedroom. 

Once Nat closed the door behind you, she locked it and made you take a seat on the small sofa. Your eyes were glued to her body, the way her dress rode up her thighs slightly and her tits basically begging to be let free. She straddled your waist, letting your hands land on her hips. "I've wanted to tear this dress off you all night" you spoke as you pulled the bottom of her dress over her arse to see she wasn't wearing any panties. "No panties huh?" You looked up at her. 

Nat kissed you deeply while she worked her arms out of the straps of her dress. "Are you ready for your surprise mommy?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. You nodded, running your tongue over your lips. Natasha slowly pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra and throwing it to the floor. Your eyes were met with the small silver daggers running through her nipples, your mouth watered at the sight. 

"Fuck baby! Is this why you've been avoiding me?" you asked, cupping her tits to get a better look. 

"Mhm, they need weeks to heal, do you like them" the red head replied as she watched the way you groped at her tits. 

"Like them? I fucking love them" you said before attaching your lips to her left nipple. Nat moaned at the unexpected attack on her breast, her nipples still rather sensitive only made her pussy throb as your tongue flicked over her nipple and sucked lightly. 

You released her nipple with a pop before giving her right nipple the same attention. Natasha could barely help herself, the way you bit and tugged on her tits made her rock her hips against your thigh. Rubbing her wet, exposed pussy on your outfit. "F-fuck" she moaned as you released her breast once more. 

"Don't stop mommy, please" Nat begged, rocking back and forth against your thigh. 

"Is my dirty girl needy for me now huh? After weeks of avoiding me, I can feel how soaked your pussy is darling" you replied, gripping her hips and making her stop her actions, "You're not cumming like this" you looked up at her, "keep still and let mommy have some fun" you added before taking her nipple back into your mouth. 

Natasha's moans filled the room, your hands still on her hips to keep her from grinding against you. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed while you twerked, bit and sucked on her nipples even leaving hickies in the valley of her breasts. 

"M-mommy!" Natasha moaned. You could feel just how soaked your girlfriend was, she was beginning to squirm in your hold while her clit throbbed with need to be touched. "I-I'm g'nna cum!" She added with another moan. You released her right nipple from your lips and brought your fingers to both of them. You pulled harshly on them, sending Natasha over the edge as she moaned your name while you rolled her nipples between your fingers. 

Natasha looked at you with red cheeks, "Happy Birthday mommy" she smirked before kissing you deeply once more. You stood up with Nat still wrapped around your waist before you placed her gently on the bed, "I think you can make a bigger mess, don't you?" You smirked before attacking her left nipple once more with your lips.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Little Natasha X Mama reader

On holiday with all the Avengers, Natty enjoys some Mama/ baby time on the beach.

(The other Avengers are amazing uncles and Aunts).

Diapers/ stuffies/ pacifiers/ story time / breastfeeding

Please and Thankyou 😊

Beach Day

Mama reader x Little Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: breastfeeding?

A/n: We're not gonna talk about how long this has been in my drafts. but i hope you like it <3

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"Here ya go" Wanda hands you the bottle of sunscreen. "Thanks, Wands" You take the bottle and pack it into your tote bag.

"Where's Nat?" She asks, not seeing the regressed woman anywhere. "On the porch, she's been excited to go to the beach all day" You grin, thinking of your baby girl.

The team had decided to leave New York for a week and spend some time away from all the hustle and bustle of people. You guys had traveled up to Tony's massive house next to a beach. You're in serious need of knowing how many buildings and houses he actually owns, but you'll be able to pester him about that later.

Wanda follows you out to the porch under the blazing sun, her arms becoming full of Nat the moment she steps out the door. "Hey, sweetie" Wanda squeezes her before pulling back a bit.

"Hi! Mama's taking me to the beach!" Nat exclaims, jittering with excitement.

"Well that sounds really fun, you make sure you're good for her" Wanda rubs her back. "Okay, promise, Auntie Wanda" Nat nods before running over to where you're standing next to the 'trail' to the beach.

"Ready to go, baby girl?" You ask. "Mhm," she grasps your outstretched hand in hers.

"Alright. See you later, Wanda" You wave to her with your free hand. "Yeah, see ya" Wanda smiles, waving back before turning to go back inside the air-conditioned house.

You lead nat down the path to the beach, excitement buzzing out of her. As soon as you guys hit the hot sand beach, Nat let's go of your hand and runs down to the water.

Before you could yell out to her to stop, she gets intercepted by Steve. He lifts her up before she splashes into the cool water, "What do you think your doing running away from your Mama like that" he chuckles, walked back over to where you sat everything down.

"Wanna play in water, Uncle Steve" she pouts up to him, her eyes going wide. You sniffles your laughter at the face Steve makes, contemplating what he should do.

Finally he settles on, "I'm sure you do, but remember you need to listen to your Mama's instructions first" He places her down on the blanket you just laid out. "Hmm, okay" she nods her head, listening to Steve's words and turns her attention to you.

Nat runs over to you from the water, shivering. She's been in the water for the past hour, she had fun splashing around and playing with seaweed.

She runs into your open arms with a towel open. "Cold, mama!" She squeals as you wrap her up in the warm towel. Her pink swimsuit and swim diaper, wet from the ocean.

"Hey baby girl" you kiss the top of her head while you get situated on the big towel laid on the ground. "Let's get you all warmed up, hm?"

Nat's all bundled up in her towel and laid on your lap, soaking in all your body heat and the rays from the sun. "You're such a good girl" You lean down and kiss her forehead.

Nat nods in agreement, a smile curving at her lips. She brings up one of her hands and tugs down on your bikini top. "Mama" She looks up at you, her fingers curled around the damp fabric.

"You want milkies?" You ask, running your fingers through her hair. She nods her head, "Yes p'ease."

"Good manners." You hook your fingers in your bikini top and pull one of the sides down, letting your right breast loose of the fabric.

Nat leans in and latches onto your perked nipple. She wraps her lips around it and starts to suck. Slowly, a stream of milk starts flowing into her mouth.

As Nat drinks your milk, you rub one of your hands up and down her diapered butt, soothingly. You reach one of your hands into the bag you brought and pull out her gray stuffed bear.

"You want Paws?" You softly ask her. Nat opens her eyes and looks up at you, nodding. You place the fluffy bear in her open hands and watch as she snuggles with it while still suckling.

When you guys get back to the beach house, you settle a sleepy Nat on the couch next to Tony. "Hey, Nat" Tony looks up from the book he was reading and smiles to her.

"Hi unca Tony" Nat mumbles sleepily. "Hey, sweetheart" Tony smiles to the redhead. She still has Paws in her arms and cuddles with him, eyes half closed.

Tony closes the book and places it on the wooden coffee table. "Did you have fun with Mama on the beach?" He asks the little.

"Mhm, wen' swimmin and lay with mama in da sun" She tells the older man, her voice filled with sleep.

You sit next to Nat, her being between you and Tony. "You want a story, Baby Girl? Cause I think Uncle Tony has some good ones" You kiss the top of her head.

Nat nods her head and snuggles her head into Tony's shoulder, looking up at him expectantly. "Alright, Sweetheart. Let's see, hmmm." He places his finger on his chin, tapping it comically.

"Ahah. Once upon a time, there was a princess, she grew up in the jungle. She was friends with all the animals and..." Tony started telling a story.

Nat Slowly starts to doze off while listening to Tony's story. You watch and listen with a smile on your face. Tony sure melts and gets all soft when he's in the vicinity of Nat.

[zaraomarrogers]

Timeless

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger Fem! Reader (Post Endgame, Steve and Reader, both are retired)

Word count: 6574

Warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!) smut, unprotected sex (f rec), piv sex, kissing, making out, ANGST, fluff, mentions of insecurities, mentions of jealousy, lack of communication, Post endgame fix

Flashbacks are in italics'.

A/N: This is my very very late submission for @mercurial-chuckles SMUT-BER fest. This is my first time participating in any contest. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I'm working on part 2, I can't live with myself if I won't give Steve his happy ending.

@mercurial-chuckles Thankyou for always being so kind and supportive. I appreciate you so much.

Part 1

The smell of freshly baked muffins wafted through the kitchen as Y/n set the breakfast table for her husband and six-year-old son. She heard the soft steps of Liam James Rogers climbing down the stairs as he squealed in excitement and ran into her open arms, “you made muffins, mama...”

“Yes, I did.” She chuckled, peppering kisses on her son’s face. “I pack one muffin in your lunch box as well. I made you an egg sandwich, there’s cheese and cracker and you asked me to put some blueberries, baby finish your lunch, okay?”

“Thank you, mama. You’re the best.” Kissing his forehead, she placed a bowl of cheerio for him on the kitchen island and moved to get her coffee from the counter. She checked the time on her smart watch and shook her head, pouring rest of the coffee in her husband’s travel mug she turned around to holler his name only to found him inches away from her with a smile on his face.

Oh, the way her heart skipped a beat...

Even though his smile wasn’t reaching his eyes, things between them were not exactly great lately, but still her heart yearned for him, for what they used to have.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Steve leaned in and kissed her cheek. He didn’t stay to hear her return his greeting. Dressed in khaki pants and light blue shirt, freshly showered hair and clean-shaven face, Steve looked simply gorgeous. Her heart sank as the unwarranted thoughts made their way in her head again. She saw him eating breakfast with Liam, chatting and laughing with their son and suddenly, she felt like she wasn’t needed there.

Blip wasn’t her fault. She tried her best to prevent it, but it still happened, and she missed five years of Liam’s life, this wasn’t just it... she lost her two best friends, Nat and Tony were more than a family to her. But Steve, she thought she was losing him, slowly, day by day, he was slipping away from her. She couldn’t remember the last time they laughed together, was it before Thanos?

Blinking back the tears she made her way upstairs to their ensuite bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she silently sobbed, c’mon Y/n pull yourself together... you were a fucking avenger... get it together...

She kept repeating under her breath, unknowing that Steve saw her running up the stairs and his heart urged him to go after her, but he didn’t. In navy blue silk robe that stopped just an inch above her knee, hair tied in a simple bun, she held the power on all his senses. It took everything in him not to bonk her on that kitchen counter. Gosh, she was his... his best friend, his partner, his wife, his one true love… his all. She possessed his whole world, yet he couldn’t have her the way he wanted. He didn’t even get a chance to tell her how elated he was to have her back in his life. He couldn’t have survived those five agonizing years if Liam James Rogers hadn’t been there. He lived for their son. He had spent every minute of those five infernal years thinking about her, missing her. Liam was just like his mother, her eyes, her hair, her nose and her smile...

“Dad... dad, are you listening?” Liam shook Steve’s hand, pulling him back to the present.

“Yes bubba, did you tell Mrs. Miller that you don’t have a pet?”

“Yes...” Liam pouted, “why can’t we have a pet. All my friends have pets.”

“Morgan does not.”

“She’s getting one.”

Steve sighed, “Okay, I’ll talk to mama... but no promises LJ, only if mama agrees. Also, “He whispered, “if you wana take a round of your cycle before we go to school....”

“Yesss dad, yes yes yes...” Liam joyfully screamed and ran towards the porch.

“Careful LJ, just five minutes buddy.” Steve hollered behind him.

Sighing deeply, he slowly ascended towards their bedroom to check on Y/n and found her standing by the wall sized glass window.

“Watcha doin’ here?” He tried to sound normal, but his voice gave away his concern.

“Oh, just takin’ in the view.” She pointed towards the calmness of the lake surrounded by the huge trees; leaves had started to change color. The mid October air was crisp sending a shiver down her spine. Steve came closer to her, rubbing his hands on her arms he placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, breathing in her scent, he kissed the same spot over and over. He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. Gently, he turned her around to face him, cupping her cheeks, he leaned in to capture her lips in his own. It was supposed to be a soft and quick kiss but when she pulled him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, he tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. She moaned in his mouth, tasting the muffin and strawberry jam, he had for breakfast, his hands roaming, feeling the softness of her frame. He groaned when she started to walk them towards the bed, squeezing her butt he pulled back placing his head on her forehead.

“Y/n...” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Yeah...” she placed an open mouth kiss on his neck just below the ear, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“Sweetheart... please.” Steve barely whispered, his hand rubbing the globe of her clothed ass.

The absolute need for each other was evident in the kiss they shared moments ago and the sensation that came crashing through their veins was almost invincible.

“LJ has a play date with Morgan after school...” she whispered in his ear, “... I’ll ask Happy to drop him off...” she pulled back little only to see his cerulean eyes already on her, biting her lip she continued, “I’ll make your favorite dinner, just you and me... come home early?” She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something, anything, but all she saw was a distant look in his eyes as if he was thinking of ways to decline her offer politely. She immediately stepped back, out of his embrace, Steve felt the sudden shift, before he could speak Y/n beat him to it.

“... of course, if you’re not busy or... whatever. I understand you have a schedule and...” she walked past him, “... never mind. Just let me know when you’re available.” She didn’t want to sound harsh, but it came out anyway and Steve picked up on that, he spun around on his heels following her to the staircase, taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

“I’ll be home early tonight.” He gave her a smile, “I just wasn’t expecting that you’d ask. It’s been a while since we... you know sit down and have dinner, just the two of us. I was a little taken aback.”

Y/n returned his smile, she wanted to say that was because you were so distant, that you never had time for me – she wanted to say so much but all that came out was, “I’ll be waiting.” That was all she could say before Liam James came in with a scraped knee. After getting comforted by a hug from his mama and putting a Mickey Mouse band aid on his knee, Steve led them out of the house for school not before kissing her on the lips again.

Closing the door behind her, she sighed deeply as her left hand involuntarily moved to touch her slightly swollen lips now, rather than being gleeful she couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in her stomach. Her mind drifted to the day when Steve and her invited Bucky and Sam over for lunch, it was when Sam finally accepted the shield and the title of Captain America, and they decided to have a small get-together at their house. Clint with his family, Wanda, Pepper with Morgan and Happy, Rhodey and Bruce Banner – everyone was there to celebrate Sam. Y/n even made sure to invite Sam’s sister Sarah and her two boys. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon; she was elated to have them all over. The void left by the sacrifice Nat and Tony had made was irreplaceable. It took her six months after the final battle to finally make peace with the loss of her two best friends. And the party gave her a reason to gather everyone and appreciate what was left of the team.

She still couldn’t determine what exactly set Steve off during that party because for two days he kept to himself, fully ignoring her presence and when he did talk to her it was bare minimum. It was her trying to get him to say something, but Steve was way deep in his head. She stopped pushing him after some days, his laconic demeanor made her perceive that he might be missing his old life because Steve had told her after they reversed the snap that he saw Peggy when they time travelled to get the stones. He didn’t go into detail, nor did she ask, the pain of losing Nat and Tony in a short span of time was weighing her down but what Steve didn’t know was that telling her about Peggy had opened a whole can of insecurities in her.

Y/n grew up admiring Peggy Carter. She’d always looked up to her and it was one of the many things about her that made Steve open to her. Until Ultron happened, that was when she silently started resenting Peggy Carter. When Wanda got into her head disclosing the fear that Steve would go back to Peggy. She saw them dancing, called for his name and saw a strange look in his eyes for her… it left her completely torn apart, she couldn’t endure the uncouthness in Steve’s eyes and, with fear came the awareness that she couldn’t see herself without Steve. oh, how utterly and irrevocably in love with Steve she was.

With an aching heart, she started prepping for the dinner tonight, taking out the ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator she struggled to bring a semblance of joy into cooking.

~*~

Steve was a mess. In the entirety of his life, he had never been this scared as he was now. The fear of losing Y/n to his best friend – Bucky Barnes, who was more like a brother to him. It all began at the party – that damned party, he had been cursing the time he had concurred to it cause the moment he saw Y/n laughing out loud at something Bucky had said in her ear, he regretted his decision. He didn’t know what took over him – perhaps jealousy, or no he couldn’t be jealous of his best friend, so was it his possessiveness? Yeah, he was possessive of the things he loved, and it was his wife, the love of his life. He had spent five years without her, it was only fair to label the knot in his stomach as acquisitiveness. But it didn’t go away. He put out all the stops to not feel it but as if every time he closed his eyes the scene would flash in slow motion leaving him gasp for air.

Steve knew that he was shutting Y/n out, he knew that he was fracturing one of the touchstones in their relationship by not communicating with her about what had been pestering him. He couldn’t just tell her that he didn’t like it, that he felt like a sixteen-year-old frail, skinny and sickly Steve who couldn’t get the girls, he couldn’t tell her that he was scared that he might lose her again. And she was the only one he couldn’t bow out on. She was the air he breathed. He had told her nth times during their relationship that she was the love of his life, but he couldn’t tell her that in last three weeks when she was in dire need of hearing those sweet words from him.

When Liam started Junior Kindergarten, Steve also began volunteering at his school during lunch hours and one of those days during pickup time he was offered a part time job offer as an art teacher for grade 4 and 5. He was reluctant to accept initially but Natasha pushed him to get a life and do something he used to enjoy. After the battle when everyone came back from the snap, he wanted to quit but when he saw the happiness in Y/n’s eyes upon knowing that he’d been working as an art teacher at their son’s school she told him she couldn’t be prouder of him.

“Dad… would you to talk to mama about having a pet?” Liam shook his forearm gently retreating him back.

“y-yeah! Mama’s called Uncle Happy to pick you up after school. I’ve something to work on… is that okay bubba... and I will talk to your mother, don’t worry about it.” He smiled at his son.

“Ahuh.”

Steve chuckled, grabbing their bags from the back seat, he walked towards the kinder pen with Liam’s hand in his. It’s going to be okay he kept repeating under his breath.

~*~

“Holy shit! Steeeve!” Y/n exclaimed with his mouth full of cheesecake that melted in her mouth. Five months into dating, Steve had brought her down to Brooklyn bridge for their date and they were cozied up in a corner booth of a small diner.

“… this is delicious.” She took another bite of her cheesecake.

“I’m glad you like it.” Steve smiled, looking down at her adoringly. She was licking the spoon.

“I’ve never had a cheesecake this piquant in my entire life. I loved it….” She leaned into him more, resting her head on his chest, his arm came to wrap around her.

“Would you ask them to pack another one for take away as well.”

Steve laughed, kissing her on the forehead, “I already did.”

“What? How’d you know that I’d say it?” She slightly moved to look up at him and gently traced the contours of his face with her thumb.

“Well…” he just shrugged with a smile that made her propped up a bit and placed a kiss on his neck just below his ear. An involuntary growl escaped his lips catching both off guard. Steve’s face reddened, making her smirk grow wider. Avoiding a playful glint in her eyes, he dropped his gaze to his lap and sighed.

“Steve, hey, look at me.” She softly lifted his face towards her and placed her lips onto his pecking him softly. He returned the gesture immediately.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” her soft eyes looking deeply into his blue orbs, “…at least now I know what to do, you know.” She chuckled lightly, trying to ease him up. Intertwining their fingers, she smiled, adoration for him was crystal clear in her eyes and Steve realized that there was no point in holding back. He’d been feeling way too deeply for her for quite some time but seeing into her beautiful eyes, shining with affection for him, he wanted to open to her.

“I think I’m in love with you, Y/n.”

She was as shocked as he was after blurting out his feelings.

“Say something, please.” He whispered after staring into each other’s eyes for longer than they should have.

“What? Why?” her breath hitched, and she tried to create some distance between them.

“I didn’t mean to scare you… it’s just…” He looked into her eyes again, they were expectant, “… you’re my best friend, Y/n, I don’t have a reason enough to give you as to why I feel what I feel for you. It’s just… my heart fills with happiness when I’m with you, you make me happy.” Steve’s eyes were starting to get moist and so was hers.

“…you give me purpose to be just Steve, not a hero, not an avenger, I’m just me when I’m with you.”

“Steve…” she closed her eyes and in the same moment he pressed his lips on her forehead.

“You don’t have to say anything… It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, and it is also okay if you don’t say it back.” He smiled with teary eyes, “with you, I feel like a twenty-seven-year-old guy who wanted a life, stability, home… a family of his own. This job, and the weight of this title I’ve been carrying around, wouldn’t let me drown in the darkness when you’re with me, Y/n. You’re my daylight!”

He tucked a strand behind her ear, caressing her cheek gently, his smile not leaving his face as if he knew what was going on in her mind. He knew her all too well. Her lips slightly parted, eyes holding disbelief and mind processing his confession – she was breathtakingly gorgeous to him. He knew it was not easy for her to assert her emotions; she had told him before they started dating that falling in love and losing that person was the only thing that scared her the most.

Nick Fury took her under his wing when her parents, also SHIELD agents, were murdered by Hydra. She was only seventeen and had nowhere to go. Her parents left her a hefty amount of money but somehow Tony had influenced her to continue her education at MIT, she was a genius just like her mother. Natasha and Clint became her family, they’d treat her like a younger sibling. Passing their skills on her, she was recruited to Shield at the age of nineteen and She didn’t look back after that, she dealt with her grief by making it her only purpose to avenge the murder of her parents until she met Steve.

She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, they’d finish each other’s sentences. Steve was the first one to make the move, he asked her for something more than a friendship – a relationship. He came clean with what he’d been feeling for her. He told her that he wanted her to be more than a friend, almost freaking her out but the moment he held her hands in his and asked her to trust him and she did. There was something in his cerulean eyes that resolved her stance, and she finally allowed herself to feel all the emotions that had been there in her heart. To her surprise, a flood of all the raw emotions came crashing into her veins and left her speechless. Taking a step forward, she latched her lips onto his in a mind-blowing kiss. Their first kiss.

And snuggled in the corner booth of this small diner in Brooklyn, she was stunned and speechless, no witty or sarcastic response came to her. Heck, she didn’t even know if it was love that she’d been feeling for him. Her heart raced as it dawned on her that this man lounging before the very eyes of her possessed her whole world. Now, she couldn’t envisage herself without him, so she did exactly what she thought was uncomplicated, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. She’d never been good with words, so she poured all her feelings into the kiss. She let him know that she belonged to him and only him.

~*~

Y/n smiled to herself as she set the dining table for the two of them with Steve’s favorite dishes she’d made. Giving one final look to the exquisite spread out, she glanced at her watch and slowly made her way to the ensuite bathroom. After a quick shower she came out in a bath robe and foraged through their closet. She was looking for something comfortable yet alluring but at the same time she wanted to try to look desirable to Steve. It had been almost a month since they’d had sex, the longest they’d gone in normal circumstances. Ever since they’d had sex for the first time, they’d been insatiable for each other. There was a hitch during Steve’s nomad days, at the same time she was pregnant with Liam James, but they still managed to get their way with each other. As she skimmed through her side of the closet, a burgundy cardigan caught her eye, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

Steve had found her lying on the window alcove in her bedroom. Her eyes were fixed on the screen of her iPad, but a smile appeared on her pretty lips when she heard him coming in.

“There you are.” Steve walked over with a smile and plopped down close to her, placing her feet in his lap. “G’morning, sweetheart!” Steve leaned in pecking her lips softly.

“Mhm… morning Stevie.” She chuckled at his playful frown over his nick name given by her. “How was the run?” she asked with her eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Same…” Steve said, knowing full well that it’d get her attention. She looked up from the screen to see him with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Putting away the iPad she launched herself at him, giggling all the while.

“Knew what? I don’t know what you’re taking about.” He asked with faux innocence, as he stretched his arm out to get her accommodated in his side.

“Yeah right! You love getting my attention, Stevie.” She wiggled her eyebrows sprightly.

“That’s because I love you and it’s only fair to have you all for me on quiet day like this.” Honesty in his voice melted her heart and she snuggled into him more as if there was any space left between them. It had only been a couple of days Steve had laid his feelings bare for her and ever since then he had never missed a moment to avow his love for her.

“So, what’s your plan for today? Obviously other than cracking codes…”

A loud gasp escaped her lips in mocked horror as she elbowed him in the ribs, “That’s accusation! I wasn’t doing such a thing.”

He chuckled, “I believe you.” a hint of mirth evident in his voice. She slightly pushed him and got up, but Steve gently pulled her down on his lap, caging her in his arms.

“What’s on your mind, Rogers?” She raised an eyebrow, cheerily.

“You!” He pulled her closer on his lap, so now her core was on his groin. “You’re always on my mind, sweetheart.” Huskiness in his voice sent a chill down her body as her cheeks turned red. Cupping his cheeks softly, she leaned in but just as he closed his eyes and covered the small distance between them, she moved to kiss him on the neck below his ear. Steve groaned and she burst into giggles, “You’re a tease, I see.” Steve chuckled.

“Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?” She shrugged playfully. Squeezing her hips, Steve nipped at the skin of her neck making her squeal. It was his turn to laugh at her now pouted lips. She shifted on his lap connecting their lips in a kiss, but before he could deepen it, she pulled away with a smile.

“That’s what I had in mind.” Steve placed his forehead on hers with a smile that matched hers.

“So, you wana spend the day making out on the window bench…” She moved to place kisses along his jaw and neck, tilting his head he gave her access as she nipped and grazed the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving dark pink marks. Steve felt himself hardening beneath her, he was definitely turned on by her sweet assault but when was he not. The smallest of things she’d do in her day-to-day life turned him on, made him feel like a horny teenager.

“I’d prefer bed, but if you’re comfy in my lap….” She pinched him in the arm making him laugh harder. She jumped off his lap shaking her head at him and walked towards her closet, Steve hot on his heels, held her hand in his and turned her around to face him and connecting their lips the instant she was face to face with him. Deepening the kiss, he scooped her up and walked towards the bed, laying her down gently on the bed, he hovered above her. With the kiss growing more heated, her hand traveled down his back pulling the hem of his white t-shirt, Steve broke the kiss to take the shirt off. Both breathing heavily, as her hands gently roamed the length of his back, the warm and soft skin of her palms made him shudder under her touch. He put his forehead on hers, still panting slightly.

“I love you…” He whispered, ever so softly.

“I want you, Steve…” She looked up at him, clearly surprised at her own boldness. “… I-If only you want it too, obviously.” The nervousness in her voice and the look on her face made him kiss her one more time before he got off her and off the bed and almost jogged towards the door and locked it from inside. She laughed, looking at him amusingly, her eyes raking over, appreciating the muscles and contours of her shirtless boyfriend. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him without shirt, in almost six months of dating they had made out on the couch, on the bed, on the kitchen counter in tower’s kitchen. He had seen her in just her bra, he had kissed and nibbled the skin of her neck and just above her breast leaving the purple marks she had carried so proudly, making sure to subtly flaunt the hickies he gave her whenever and wherever she could.

“You know, its rude to stare.” He smirked as he flopped down by her on the bed, his hand resting on her stomach as he leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“You know, you could’ve asked JARVIS to lock the door.” She teased him.

“Oh!” Steve smiled bashfully, as his hands moved to lightly touch her sides. Oh, he knew that spot would do.

“Steeeve…” she broke into a fit of laughter as he began tickling her softly. In simple leggings and ruffled knit burgundy cardigan, she was stunning, and Steve was having a hard time keeping his hands off her. She laughed and squirmed beneath his touch, placing her hands on his naked chest and lightly pushed him. He stopped immediately and looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and pupil semi dilated, “I want you too, Y/n… been wanting you for quite a while now.” He whispered, lips brushing the crown, her hair pushed back by his long fingers and tucked gently behind her ears. Heat rose to her face as she placed a palm on his cheek, and he moved closer to her, his chest aching with affection.

She studied his eyes, she was always so taken by the blue in his eyes, touched with a little green, if only she knew he was just as taken by all the minor details of her.

“Why didn’t you say it before?” She traced the corner of his lips with her thumb.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I couldn’t bring my wants before yours, sweetheart.” He smiled, “I wanted you to want me, just as much as I’ve wanted you.”

“Steve…” she mumbled, her eyes moist with the affection and warmth she was feeling in that very moment for him.

“I know, sweetheart, you don’t have to say it, I know.” He connected their lips in a kiss that was just like thunder before a storm. Slow and sultry. Steve moved to hover above her, the kiss crackled like lightning now. Urgent. Consuming. Her soft hands were like fire on his skin, his lips charged on her neck, shoulders and chest. A soft whimper escaped her mouth, and he answered by pressing his need against her tongue and between her thighs. He yanked the hem of her cardigan instead of unbuttoning it, she chuckled at his eagerness and pulled the cardigan over her head. Steve swallowed as he touched her, his big warm hands skating across her skin bringing goosebumps in their wake. She slid her arms around his neck, stared into his eyes and smiled.

“Move your hands up, Steve.”

One eyebrow raising, he did as he was asked, when she nodded for him to keep going. Her cheeks turned crimson when his fingers came to rest at the clasp of her bra, he chuckled quietly, taking hold of the straps and gently yanked it off. Steve let out a long exhale as he stared at her, her eyes slid closed as he moved closer, and a breath caught in her throat.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her ensuring that she was okay. She smiled, lifting her chin and pressed a kiss on his lips. Steve kissed her back eagerly as he let his palm cup her breast. Her hand reached down to undo his belt and then unbutton his jeans. Steve broke the kiss and moved to rest his forehead against hers as he watched her pulling the zipper down.

With a shaky exhale, he connected their lips again and slid his fingers under the waistband of her leggings, he knelt, and she sucked in a breath as he slowly pulled her leggings down, standing up only to push his jeans off, he stepped out of them. He dipped down to press his lips against the center of her chest as she felt him kiss his way down her body. She trembled when she felt his fingers slide under the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips to help him take them off.

“Sweetheart… breathe.”

She didn’t know she was holding her breath. She nodded, taking Steve’s hand in hers and lacing their fingers.

“Steve, please.” She whispered, kept a tight hold of his hand, a shocked gasp left her when his tongue slipped through her folds, he did it again only for her to whimper. Lifting her one leg to rest on his shoulder, his perfect nose nudging her clit as he continued his ministrations with his tongue. It was all new for him, he hadn’t done it before but her whispered oh my god was encouraging him to do his best. She tugged her hand in his hair, a soft growl rumbled in his chest, his hand moved to gently grasp her breast.

Oh, he loved fondling her breasts.

“Steve.” She moaned, oh that beautiful sound of hers, a gasp escaped her lips when she felt his tongue in her heat. Her hand tightened in his hair and Steve increased his efforts. She groaned loudly when Steve gently pushed one finger into her, and his fingertip brushed across the spot that made her feel every muscle in her body tighten and bliss filled her veins. Steve closed his eyes as her breathy chants of his name warmed his heart and when the euphoric wave of pleasure jolted her body, he gently moved to hover over her again.

Her eyes wide as she stared into his, and all he could see was love. She loved him, she hadn’t said anything yet, but he knew she did.

“You’re so good, you made me feel so good.”

Steve’s eyes widened, eyebrows raising and she felt her cheeks burning when she realized what had come out of her mouth. They both laughed as she took a hold of his face, bringing it down to connect their lips. Steve settled his body on top of hers and she moaned into his mouth, letting her hands travel down his neck, his shoulders and to his waist. She moved her hips, chuckling when Steve groaned.

Breaking the kiss, Steve nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, reveling in her warmth as his hips rubbed against hers. She gasped and he opened his eyes to see her grinning.

“You’re making me wait, Steve.”

“My apologies, ma’am.” His smile matched hers as he sat up to take off his boxers. He kneeled between her legs and caught her eye. She nodded with a shy smile, and he hovered over her, again, her arms wove around him as they kissed, she dug her nails as he started to push inside her. She moaned when he pushed in deeper, his groan mixed with hers when he bottomed out. She broke from the kiss just to breathe; he was pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and forehead until she nodded. He groaned loudly when she clenched around him, shaking his head he hissed softly, “Y/n…”

“Move, Steve! move… you’re torturing me.”

“Eager much, eh!” He laughed and started moving slowly. Her moan radiating through him, “I love you, Y/n. God, I love you so much.” He groaned again as her hips worked to meet his.

“You’re perfect, sweetheart.”

“I love you.”

“I adore you.”

Tears came to her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to kiss him. Steve increased his thrusts and her orgasm taken her by surprise as much as the first one. Steve groaned as she clenched around him so tightly, he could barely move, as he buried his face in her neck, she came undone breathing his name. A deep moan rumbled up from his chest, his hips stilling as he finished himself inside her.

After a minute or two of rest, Steve shifted slightly, his length no longer hard but still buried inside her.

“Sweetheart?”

No answer.

“You with me, Y/n?”

Still no answer.

Steve pushed himself up on his elbow to check on her, only to see her with tearful eyes. Panic surged into his body as he tried to get up, but she wrapped her legs around him, not letting him move.

“You, okay? Y/n? hey, talk to me, sweetheart. A-are you hurt? Did I hurt you? was it too mu – “

“Stevie, stop!” She scolded him, tugging at his blonde locks gently. “I – I’m… I’m so happy and I’ve never been this happy in the last ten years and it’s because of you. You make me happy, Steve.” her voice wavered, Steve leaned down to kiss on her forehead and let her continue, “… and its not because we’ve just had sex… you’ve always made me feel so full of life, and… I don’t know what I’m trying to say here but you’re so precious to me.”

“Hey, I get what you’re sayin’, I’m here with you, I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I love you and I know you love me too,” he grinned, “I know you won’t say it and I won’t push you either but FYI,” he raised one eyebrow, “I’ve known it for quite some time now.”

She pushed him as if he would budge, and that made Steve laugh out loud, she scowled at him, and he leaned down to capture her lips in his. His hands sliding up and down the side of her body, cupping her breasts as he shifted again, she gasped in his mouth when she felt him hardening inside her, her hand slid down to cup his glorious ass as she gave it a gentle squeeze making him moan in return.

The morning stretched into afternoon, and so was their lovemaking, until Tony sent a search party for them since JARVIS was unable to provide the whereabouts of the love birds. Their blissful cocoon was interrupted by the loud banging on her bedroom door and a warning from Nat to get their asses out of the bed and get to the meeting that was supposed to begin four hours ago before Tony would use one of his Repulsor to bust their door open.

Y/n saw the reflection of her in the mirror and smiled softly. She had put on the same burgundy cardigan with black leggings, her hair in beautiful loose curls, she applied mascara on her lashes and lip gloss on her lips all while humming her favorite song. Her simple casual outfit held the most cherishing memory of their first time having sex together, that day she felt completely healed, he made her whole, made her see a future she always wanted but didn’t know she could have it. Steve kept all the promises he made while loving on her that day, he made all her dreams of living a simple life come true, together they built a life outside of the avenging world, they made this house their home, got married, had a kid; well LJ was a little surprise for both.

She glanced at the clock and made her way downstairs into the kitchen. It was quarter to four and Steve would be there any minute. She poured wine into the glasses and took a seat on of the chairs.

~*~

Steve’s thoughts were a whirlwind – guilt, fear, confusion. He couldn’t focus on anything long enough to make sense of it. Everything felt too big, too much and his mind kept spiraling further out of control.

Why did she plan a dinner for just the two of them?

Did she have to say something?

What if she’d ask for a divorce?

Every time she smiled at him, that familiar warmth in her eyes, a wave of guilt hit him. He wanted to reach out, to tell her everything, but how could he? How could he burden her with the weight of his own mess when she’d done nothing but love him?

His temples throbbed with a dull ache, his neck stiff from the tension that had been building for hours. His stomach churned, not from hunger, but from gnawing anxiety that wouldn’t let go. Every time he tried to focus on the good, positive, his thoughts fractured into more questions, more doubts, until the weight of them seemed to crush him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he missed the exit on the highway that would have taken him to her, his home.

He drove further into the city, his eyes darted from the chaos outside. The streets of New York were alive, a pulse that vibrated through the steel and concrete like an electrical current. The car jerked forward, then slowed to a crawl, wedged between two delivery trucks. A taxi honked impatiently behind him, but he couldn’t move—there was nowhere to go. Pedestrians darted between vehicles, their feet tapping on the pavement like a staccato beat to the city’s rhythm. Every turn seemed blocked by a sea of cars, their drivers all fighting for a sliver of space in the concrete jungle. He could feel the pulse of the city in every inch of the traffic, the pressure building as the seconds ticked by.

She twisted the ring on her finger again, the movement mindless but comforting. Over and over, her fingers ran over the smooth metal, grounding her in the chaos of her thoughts. She knew she should face him, talk to him, but the thought of saying the words out loud terrified her. So, she stayed silent, focusing on the small, circular motions instead. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall seemed louder than usual, each second an unbearable reminder of how much time he was wasting.

[imtryingbuck]

Dancing In The Rain

~gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: reader and Bucky dance in the rain

Word count: 927

Warnings: nothing

Masterlist

“He truly loves her, doesn’t he?” Nat speaks as she holds the cup full of hot chocolate closer to her chest.

“His thoughts are so loud whenever she’s around” Wanda leans her head on the other red heads shoulder.

Steve stands next to them watching his best friend finally find happiness “what do you mean?”

“Well when she’s not here I can’t hear anything coming from him but when she is here, it’s pure love, all the bad memories disappear because of her, he worships the ground she walks on” the smile on her face slips into a grin “and the sexy thoughts… let’s just say that’s he’s more than satisfied and creative in that department” chuckling as Steve starts blushing.

“Didn’t need to know the last part Wand.”

“Is it bad that I’m jealous of an 106 year old great grand dad with a metal arm and a staring problem?” A voice sounds from behind the trio.

“Nope not bad at all Sammy, all three of us are jealous” Winking at Nat and Steve when they give her a look.

All four of them now stand side by side, Steve speaks up again “What about her thoughts?” Curious to how the woman who’s captured his best friend’s heart really feels.

“Her thoughts are loud too. She really loves him, she’s not afraid of him in the slightest - you guys remember a few months ago when he had that really bad nightmare?-” Of course they remember that night, they all got woken up to him screaming, by the time anyone had the chance to calm him down he was up and out of the bed destroying everything in the room. He thought he was back at Hydra not realising he was at the tower and he was now safe, all of them tried to calm him down but nothing worked. Steve and Sam wore the bruises for a week as proof. It wasn’t until Nat ran back to her room to grab her phone to ring Y/n, who arrived as fast as she could, out of breath due to her taking the stairs because ‘the elevator was taking too long’. Still in her pjs, her hair was dishevelled and pure panic was written all over her face. All it took was her saying his name to stop him from throwing another punch into Sam’s already bloody face. All it took was her to gently touch his face for him to snap back into reality.

Continuing when they all nod “- she wasn’t scared of him but for him. She was scared of the situation, scared of us hating him for what had happened. But never scared of Bucky. And the other day when Peter ran into him making him spill his drink? He had to take his shirt off right, the names she calls Hydra when she saw the scar on his shoulder would make a sailor blush” chuckling at the memory of that day “She’s even thought of how she was going to make Hydra pay for what they did to her Bucky, she’d put you to shame Natty. She loves him so don’t worry Steve; she’s not going to hurt him.”

Steve smiles softly “Thankyou”

~~~

~ 20 minutes earlier ~

“No” pulling his hand away “Baby I said no, we’re not going outside. It’s raining baby and I don’t want you getting ill”

“Please Buck I want to dance in the rain!”

“You’ll get ill”

“You’ll nurse me back to health” smirking with her eyebrow raised.

“There’s no music” he copies her expression.

“Don’t need music”

“It’s raining”

“It’s romantic”

Sighing, he knows she knows he close to giving up but he’s determined to get his own way this time “No Y/n now sit that pretty arse down and watch Ricky and Morty”

“Rick and Morty”

“That’s what I said”

“No you said Ricky when it’s Rick. Anyways come and dance in the rain with me”

“Don’t even think about it” is all he says when he notices the change in her body language.

“You asked for this Bucko, you only have yourself to blame” inhaling a deep breath and exhaling slowly - she winks at him “please please please please please please please please please plea-“

“God damn it you crazy woman, let’s go then”

“Love you”

“Yeah yeah love you too”

~~~

The rain falls lightly as they make their way outside, even though he’s annoyed with himself for giving in he can’t help the smile that creeps it’s way on to his face, especially not when his girl has a huge smile on her pretty face.

Gently clasping her hands in his, he pulls her into him “have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Everyday, but tell me again” smiling up at him she makes no attempt to get rid of the raindrop that landed on her eyelashes.

“I. Love. You. More. Then. Anything” each of his words are ended with a kiss to her lips.

“I love you too James. Can we slow dance?”

“Of course, my love”

As the rain continues to fall the pair slow dance already getting drenched Bucky hums a tune, one that she doesn’t recognise. A surprised squeal escapes Y/n lips when Bucky spins her around.

“We’ve got an audience” she confesses.

“Who?”

“Wanda, Nat, Sam and Steve”

They both burst out laughing when Bucky looks up and the four Avengers standing in front of the window drops down to the floor.

“They are aware we can still see them, right?”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x GP!Beefy!Reader

Requested by 🐺 anon: Can I request something that's downright filthy and fluffy?

Gp!beefy!reader x Nat fucking missionary hard but so passionate and loving and Nat accidentally slips out an I love you in the middle. We say it back then it becomes love making. Maybe if you can add some Nat titty fucking for a challenge 🤪 😉 please and thankyou 💕

- 🐺

18+ only, read at your own risk

AN: Challenge accepted, my friend. No pronouns used.

"Fuck, Nat. Oh fuck."

You're ready to split the headboard in half with your hands as you hold onto it for your life, thrusting your hips forward so your cock slides through Natasha's breasts, already shiny with the amounts of pre-cum you're leaking everywhere.

You don't think you've ever been so hard in your life, the veins on your cock pounding and the tip spilling more pre-cum as it taps Natasha's chin with every thrust.

"Open your mouth," you demand, and she tilts her head down and obeys, looking up at you innocently as your cockhead moves past her lips and seals around your tip, sucking just enough for you to almost lose all control that second.

You have no words to describe your euphoria anymore as you pump yourself between Natasha's tits and into her mouth. Natasha doesn't mind that you're so focused on your own pleasure, but the ache in her center is unbearable at being unfilled so she grabs your wrists, moving them from the headboard and directing them to holding her breasts together so she can use her own hand to dive between her legs and play with herself.

You start to lose your rhythm the closer you get to your release and you clench all your muscles to hold back.

"Your tits are so perfect, Nat,” you pant, pushing them together to create an even tighter squeeze around your cock. “And I’m gonna cum all over them.”

Finally, the pressure at the base of your cock is too much to hold back anymore and your load shoots in hot, white spurts, catching Natasha on the chin and chest. The sight of her covered in your cum has your cock standing at attention almost right away, but your thighs are still trembling so you lower your body carefully on top of Natasha’s, flattening her against the bed. You feel her arm working between your bodies and you swat away her hand to replace her fingers with your own, pumping them into her core until her head is pushed back into the pillows and she’s screaming your name. 

“I want you inside of me,” Natasha says when she comes down from her high. She wraps her legs around your waist, digging her heels into your back to bring you forward until your hard cock bumps her center. “Please, baby?”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. You line yourself up, and the combined lubrication makes it easy for you to push past her entrance, her warm walls hugging your cock perfectly. Natasha clings to your back, her nails tearing across your muscles as she takes your rough and uneven thrusts.

You grunt into her ear, telling her how good she feels around you, and Natasha has never felt so appreciated before in her life. She almost wants to cry, but buries her face into your neck, holding onto you as tight as she can and never wanting to let go.

“I love you.”

You stop mid-thrust, not sure you heard her correctly or if you’d just imagined it. Natasha looks up at you, either shocked that she said it herself or because you’ve stopped fucking her.

“Did you...” you start.

“I’m...I’m sorry.” Natasha’s face reddens more than her hair. She tries squirming out from under you, but you’re much stronger than her so you pin her down easily.

“Did you mean that?” you ask, looking into her eyes.

Natasha says nothing.

You lean down to kiss her softly and Natasha practically melts beneath you and you roll your hips again, with much more gentleness than you ever have before. It was like a switch had been flipped; this was no longer a senseless fuck session between you two. Natasha said she loved you, something you had never had the courage to say first, but you wanted to show her you did too with every fiber of your being. 

Although your cock still throbs, it’s simmered down to a pleasurable, but not overwhelming, burn in your stomach. Natasha grabs onto your butt, squeezing your muscular flesh there and guiding the angle of your hips. You tangle your hands in her hair, directing her head up so you can kiss her in between the gasps and whines that escape her mouth. 

“Fuck,” you grunt when her silky walls ripple around your shaft. “I love you too, Nat,” you finally say, and that seems to do it for the both of you. Natasha arches her back as she cums, pressing her chest against yours, and your entire body tightens, your muscles flexing and straining as you empty your load into her. 

You pull out and lie next to Natasha, neither of you saying a word. She scoots closer to you, eventually crawling to lay on top of you, and you wrap your strong arms around her and hold her securely as you both drift off to sleep.  

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[dannyboy-writes]

Just some II

Its here!! i will make a part 3 ofc this isnt overr I haVe IDEAS now!!! so im working through themm... hope you enjoy it Also thankyou so much for the commentss

She was always up before you, you noticed.

There wasn’t one day that you rose and she wasn't already doing something, or having gone training, or to the market.

And it wasn’t that you got up late. Working in espionage made sleeping hours short and effective, and the sun shining brightly in your face made for a good stimulus.

But still, you got up, and she was already doing something else.

You got up to a warm smell coming from the kitchen, and the humming of a song through the walls.

“What smells so good,” you asked, walking into the room.

“Morning.” She smiled. “I made pancakes.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You said, going to get some coffee.

Putting the coffee pot to work, you leaned on the counter, “How early are you getting up, exactly?”

Natasha stopped mixing the pancakes, her face stoic, but worried. “Uh, just now, I guess. I don’t really know.” She panicked. “Why?”

“No, nothing, it’s just… I go to sleep and you’re here, and I wake up and you’re… Making pancakes,” you smiled.

“Oh, these are for me,” she joked. “I didn’t see you make any of them.”

You laughed, “Oh, shut up.”

You continued to make the coffee, dismissing her lack of answer nonchalantly.

The pancakes were too good to keep thinking, really.

After cleaning the dishes, you and Natasha headed to the surveillance spot, and you headed to the window, claiming the first watch.

A pair of binoculars, wooden boxes as chairs, a couple of canned beans and Natasha’s company was all you had. Good company.

Natasha watched you move positions for over an hour. You had started sitting as a normal person, and now she didn’t know which part of your body was more uncomfortable.

Your knee by your chin and your hand locked under it, holding the binoculars, as your head tilted to the side on occasion.

“Okay, my turn. Your slouching is stressing me out.” She held her hand out for the binoculars and you gave them to her, standing up with ease.

“I was comfy, but I’ll take it.”

You went to get a small ball from your backpack and slouched in a makeshift couch Natasha had piled up with boxes. Throwing it against a wall and catching it.

“Really?” she asked with an eyebrow up her forehead.

You smiled, “As much as I like waiting in silence and boredom, I like this more.”

She shook her head with a smile plastered on her face and continued looking out the window.

“You know, I bet I can throw and catch this ball for more time than you,” you proposed.

Natasha wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Especially when your face shone with excitement, and your smile infected her own.

“Winner picks a movie tonight.” She offered.

“Oh it’s on.”

Hours passed and you continued the challenge, timers on each of your phones, as you kept surveillance.

“Careful there,” you told her from your spot on the window.

“Shush, I’m doing important work here y/n,” she said, throwing the ball once more as you laughed.

Her eyes widened as her fingers slipped, dropping the ball upon catching it.

You cackled loudly, turning fully to face her. “Looks like I get to pick the movie,” you teased.

“Looks like it.” She tried to look annoyed, but your laughter stopped her from acting too much into it.

Natasha showered first when you got back to the house as you focused your energy in making the food, to later switch roles.

“So, what will we be watching tonight,” she asked, grabbing a bite of food.

“I found a couple movies in a cupboard… It, Chucky, and Home alone.” You smiled. “Guess what we’re watching…”

“Not Home Alone again. Please.” She complained.

“Nat! Of course Home Alone, come on.”

She laughed picking up the dishes and setting them in the kitchen as you put the movie on, sprawling on the couch.

“Scoot.” She signalled you, sitting by your side as you moved.

The christmas in the movie infected the softly lit room, and you felt Natasha slowly rest her head on your shoulder.

Her hair still damp from her shower over your shirt, but you didn’t want to move away.

You felt her closer and closer to you, falling asleep, and after some time decided to follow her idea. Your mattress wasn’t much better than the couch, anyways.

She startled awake with the movie credits rolling down the tv, giving her enough light to see you sleeping soundly, your hand close to hers.

Your breaths steady and calm, and your eyelids moving slowly.

She thought of getting up and leaving to her room, but decided against it. Instead leaning into you some more, steadying her breaths with your own, and falling asleep too..

Part III

[queeenpersephone]

omg!!!! i’m so happy you are still alive in the ironwidow fandom and THANKYOU so much for the sneak peak of king of my heart - i am so looking forward 🥹🥹💞💞💞

& when inspiration strikes, here are some drabble ideas from me <3

— Morgan & tonynat drabbles,,,, i read your endgame drabble about them and thought it was sosososososos cute and would love love more of how nat has interacted with morgan through the 5 years and made their little family ( i love domestic fluff and i think nat and children is always just so 🥺 ) + optional appearance of Pepper and Rhodey to complete the iron fam (i don’t ship pepperony but i love pepper and i really appreciate how you write her in your fics <333)

— Nat with young peter drabble!!! i love (how many times have i said love im so sorry there’s no other way to describe my feelings ㅋㅋ) your ao3 fic about nat adopting peter and rasing him, would love to see their little spider family through the years from babey peter to teenage peter and + maybe their little family after the addition of tony 🩷

BUT YES! that’s all from me <3333 have a great day <3

hi hi!! sorry it took me so long to get to this but thank you so much for the prompts - this drabble is adjacent to your first one. it's not exactly on point but it's part of a larger fic ('so it goes') that i'm getting close on finishing up that does have actual morgan&nat interactions! this is just the lead up to that. it was going to be that but then tony and nat started talking and they have a mind of their own lol. still, i hope you love it as much as i love you for this super sweet ask <3

this takes place in this drabble's universe where tony and pepper break up (but changing it a little so it's after they have morgan) and tony and nat get together about a year and a half after infinity war. you don't have to read that one to get this one <3

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At first, he doesn’t realize that he’s keeping his two lives separate. 

Natasha comes upstate often, but sporadically. They don’t speak of it, but he knows that she’s running operations for the Avengers. Sometimes, he wants to call up Bruce or Clint or Thor or, god, even Steve, and demand to know why it’s Natasha who has to keep the world together while the four of them wallow. But then he’d be a hypocrite because he’s wallowing too, and that useless conversation isn’t compelling enough to open up a line of conversation that he wants to remain closed. Plus, it would violate the unspoken agreement between Nat and him that their time is sacred, separate, and private. 

It takes him about eight months to realize that she never visits when Morgan is with him. 

Initially, he’s grateful. Morgan knows about Natasha, but only as Daddy’s friend who visits him sometimes when she’s not there. He certainly talks all about Morgan to Natasha, who easily keeps up with the proper commentary, questions, and advice when he gushes or worries about his daughter. 

Morgan, as the brilliant three year old she is, is the one who throws a wrench in things when she finds Natasha’s jacket on the couch. When Tony tells her that his friend must have left it when she was visiting a few days ago, Morgan collapses on the couch and immediately pouts. 

“Auntie Nat?” She demands in the cutest toddler voice he’s ever heard. Tony has never really liked kids, but this one? She’s amazing. He nods in response to her question. “She was here?”

Tony smiles. “She’s here a lot, munchkin. Who do you think has been helping me with all your pretty flowers?” 

“You do the flowers with her?” Tony’s brow furrows at the disgruntled tone. Is she jealous? He opens his mouth to reassure her that he loves planting flowers with her the most when she speaks again. “I wanna do flowers with Auntie Nat!” 

“You don’t even know Auntie Nat,” Tony points out, crouching down in front of her and tucking her hair behind her ear to see her face. 

“Yes I do! Mama said she’s your friend, and Uncle Rho says that they ‘venge together. Daddy, I want to ‘venge with Auntie Nat too!” 

Tony chuckles, lifting Morgan into his arms and pressing kisses to her cheeks until she giggles. “There will be no avenging, but maybe there can be flowers,” he tells her. “No promises. I have to talk to Auntie Nat first.” 

A few days later, she runs into her mother’s arms, chattering about Natasha and her red hair that she saw in pictures and can she have red hair like Auntie Nat’s or Mama’s? Pepper raises an eyebrow at Tony, who shrugs. 

“It’s about time,” she says, kissing his cheek in parting before getting into the car and driving off. It used to hurt, this part. But it doesn’t hurt anymore, because Morgan’s departure signals Nat’s arrival. 

For the first time, that idea of that separation makes him frown. 

The frown lasts for another few hours, when Nat pulls up in the 1965 Shelby Cobra, one of his favorites that he’s permanently loaned her. Not like he has to drive anywhere. He tries to put on a grin for her, but she sees right through it. 

“What happened?” She demands immediately, before even greeting him. Her eyes scan their surroundings, as if looking for a threat.  

He just shakes his head at her, holding out his arms. “Get out of the Compound mindset and into the cabin one,” he cajoles. “Kiss me, and I’ll explain.”

She caves, pressing a gentle, domestic kiss to his lips, the one he loves that makes him feel like they’ve been together forever. When she tries to pull back, he resists, holding her close for a beat longer. She allows it, sinking into his embrace in return. 

“Okay,” he sighs after another thirty seconds, leading her into the house, “I’ll tell you everything.” 

“If only it was this easy creating treaties with aliens,” she drawls, spotting her jacket on the couch. “Oh, I was looking for this one.” 

Tony ignores the second comment, turning to her with wide eyes, affecting the most offended look he can come up with on the spot. “You’re telling me you’re out there kissing aliens to get them not to destroy the Earth?” 

Natasha spots the joke from a mile away, but she plays along. He’s sure she knows how much he’s missed verbal sparring with the team. “I’ve never kissed an alien,” she retorts, but then, almost as an afterthought, something flickers in her eyes, and she turns quickly to grab the jacket. “I’ll just put this with my things upstairs, so I don’t forget it again,” she adds, walking toward the stairs. 

Spotting the flash like a seasoned veteran he is of understanding this particular woman, he narrows his eyes, following after her.  “Wait wait, what was that?” He accuses, making his way up the stairs. They creak with each of his steps, even Morgan’s light steps, but never Natasha’s. “You’ve kissed an alien?” 

“I haven’t kissed anyone since we started this,” she soothes, entering his room and hanging the jacket up in the closet space he’s left for her. She’s clearly hoping to drop the subject.

Oh no. Tough luck. He’s not really upset, especially not with this new, roundabout admission that they are exclusive, but he’s not going to let this go. “Who?” He pushes, fighting to hold back his grin. He stays in the door, bracing his hands on the frame. Not that she couldn’t get past him easily. She shakes her head, pursing her lips. “I swear I will never bring it up again, I solemnly swear, but if you don’t tell me, I’m going to keep asking and asking… better yet, I’ll ask the only alien we really know-”

The skin around Natasha’s eyes tightens just a little, but it’s enough. 

“Thor?!” He shouts, before rubbing his hands over his eyes. “Agent Romanoff… You - how - when -” 

“A mission,” she explains, short and sweet. “Before Ultron. For a cover. That’s it. Are you done?” 

Something in her voice makes him pause. “Yeah, Nat. I’m done.” She moves to leave, and he drops his hands to let her. 

The house is silent for a little while before he goes to find her. She’s on the bench on the dock, listening to the wind whistle through the trees. It’s getting dark early now, a sign of the approaching winter. The trees still have some color, though, and it’s beautiful. 

He doesn’t waste another second. “Look, honey, I’m sorry. I touched a sore spot. You know I don’t think less of you for what you’ve done, right? Because if I haven’t made that clear, I’m making it clear here and now.” 

She sighs, patting the seat next to her. He sits so that their legs press together, and she leans her head on his shoulder. 

“It’s not that,” she says. “I just… I saw Thor last week.” Tony stays silent, waiting for her to continue. “I want to respect your feelings on this, Tony,” she adds finally. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them. “Tell me,” he requests, and she does. 

She keeps it brief, but even brief, it sounds terrible. Tony had never been close with Thor; he was always going off-world, doing his own thing. Tony would never admit it, but he’s always been cautious of the demigod after realizing that it was his brother who terrorized New York. And then, during Ultron, Thor had choked him, gone off on his own again, and hadn’t really come back for any substantial amount of time afterwards. Sure, Tony’s well aware that he hadn’t tried to understand the life of a god king, but then Thor hadn’t seemed to think much of him either. 

He really hadn’t thought Natasha to be all that close with Thor either, and from her words, he hadn’t been wrong. But she’s been making efforts, and all of those efforts have been going to waste as Thor sinks deeper and deeper into a depression of which none of his friends, people, or the Avengers can cure him. 

“I didn’t want to tell you,” she says, reading the horror in his expression. 

He wants to tell her that she can tell him anything, that he’s willing to help, that he can go see Thor or Thor can come here because Tony himself is happy now, is content, is willing to help, can save the world again…

“- Hey, Tony. Tony! Listen to me, solnyshka, count my heartbeat. One, two, three, breathe.” 

He opens his eyes. He hadn’t even realized that he had closed them. “Natasha, I’m sorry,” he breathes. 

She shakes her head. Are those tears in her eyes? “No, I’m sorry. You had something to tell me?” 

“Nat, Thor-”

“No,” she says, final and serious. “No, Tony. Tell me what you wanted to say.” 

He caves. He’s afraid to admit he caves because he wants to. What kind of superhero is he? “Morgan wants to meet you,” he offers. “She saw your jacket.” He chuckles a little wetly, but Natasha is too kind to comment on it. “She’s jealous that I get to plant flowers with you and she doesn’t.” 

Natasha is silent for a moment, then: “and you want this? Pepper is okay with it?” 

This time when he laughs, it comes out clear. He can feel her relax next to him. “Of course I am,” he tells her. “You two are the best parts of my life.” Natasha smiles. “And never worry about Pepper. She saw this coming far before you or me.” 

She turns into him, burying her cold nose in his neck. Perhaps she is protecting herself from the cold autumn air, but he thinks he knows better. “With Pepper’s brains and your good looks, that kid is going to go far.” 

“What about my brains?”

“I know what I said,” she retorts, but he can feel her smiling against his neck. 

He sighs, but he’s grinning when he wraps his arm around her a little tighter, turning his face into her hair. “You’re not as inscrutable as you think, you know,” he whispers. An offered truth. 

She inhales, and they watch the lake for a while before she returns the favor. “I know. I’m not trying to be inscrutable with you,” she confesses.

[marvelnatswhore]

Hide and seek

Natasha Romanoff X reader~fluff

Request: Hi, I have a request :) How about the Avengers are playing hide and seek? Natasha and reader choose the same place to hide and confess their feelings to each other. Later cuddles and a movie after they had been found. Just pure fluff please <3

WC: 1k

A/N: i hope this was ok :’) thankyou for the request lovely <3 

“Why did I get myself into this-” You muttered to yourself, dashing down the small hallway in search of a place to hide. You shook your head knowing it was silly but it didn’t stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips. 

Clint and Laura asked if you and Natasha would consider watching Lila and Cooper while they went out for the day. Since you were both free, you and Natasha agreed to look after the two, something you might have thought twice about if you knew how much havoc two kids on a sugar high could cause.

You were glad it was with Natasha at least, everything with her was that little bit better, she always had a way of making you smile. maybe that’s why you loved her, behind the leather jackets, and tight braids, she was the kindest person you’d ever met. 

You darted down the hall smiling at another easy victory while Lila and cooper’s loud and somewhat patchy counting echoed throughout the house. You let them find you almost every game, it was adorable how excited they were each time. You decided this round would be your last, since they were both at a tie and after some begging you agreed the winner could choose what movie you all watched.

You decided to go easy on them this round, you spotted the large grey couch in the spare living room, pressed against the wall but with enough room behind it you could fit easily. It only took a moment before you slipped behind it and you were happily surprised at the generous space.

“Could you be any louder?” A hand covered your mouth as you yelled in surprise. “You’ll give away my perfect hiding spot!” Natasha laughed in your ear as she released you from her grasp. 

“Nat-” You gasped softly, realising you both picked the same hiding spot. 

“They’re already looking for us, I can’t leave now!”

“I wouldn't want you to” Natasha chuckled, hitting your arm playfully. You ignored the heat rising in your chest when she said that and you nodded.

“Shh they’re coming-” 

You quieted down and sure enough loud giggles and small feet came running past. You held in your laughter as they left the room, oblivious to how close you were.

Even in the dark you could feel Natasha grin, “I’m betting Lila’s gonna win.”

“You’re seriously betting on children?” You smiled, shaking your head. “In that case Romanoff, you’re on.” You thought for a moment,  “I’ll bet you two chocolate muffins Cooper finds us.”  

“Only two-” you could almost hear the pout in her voice, “fine” Natasha smiled “your baking's worth it.” A nervous laugh escaped your lips, you were about to thank her for the compliment when you heard shuffling in your direction. 

“I FOUND THEM!!” You both share a gasp at the sudden intrusion and Lila squeals loudly as she runs off down the hall.

“What! NO FAIR!” You heard Cooper yelling, running after his sister. 

You laughed remembering the game you clearly both forgot you were playing, “I guess she wins,” Nat chuckled.

“That means she gets to pick the movie.” You said, both rolling your eyes knowing you’d be watching Frozen for the 5th time this week. 

Natasha helped you up from behind the couch and you blushed when her hand lingered in yours, you felt small hands grab the back of your shirt and you were quickly ripped away from the red head, you held out arm out dramatically mouthing ‘nooooo’ and sending Natasha into a fit of laughter as Lila huffed, telling you to hurry up;

You made it into the kitchen where Lila pointed eagerly at the cupboard with the microwave popcorn, just out of her reach. You laughed and started making the popcorn, helping her with fetching the other treats while Natasha set up the couch, muttering something about how frozen would stop working if Lila kept watching it. 

It took you bribing Cooper with the biggest chocolate cupcake to get him to sit down and watch the movie with you all. He argued about it but quieted down after tasting your famously good baking. It didn’t take long before you were all settled in for the evening, you swear you saw Natasha mouthing the script as the film began, and you chuckled tossing a handful of the popcorn in your mouth.

Lila fell asleep halfway through the film and Cooper followed shortly after, trying to fight it by shoving an impressive amount of popcorn in his mouth. 

You let the film continue running while you both carried Lila and Cooper to bed. They fell asleep almost instantly after you got them ready and put them down. You came back into the dimly lit room sighing, at the sight of popcorn long spilled across the floor and in between the couch cushions, surely never to be found. 

“We can clean it later,” Nat said in a yawn, taking your arm as she flopped back down on the couch, just as tired as the kids after a day of running around with them. 

The movie drowned out of your attention as you settled back down. You felt Natasha’s hand brush yours and you smiled as your fingers interlocked and you noticed how soft it was. 

You let your head fall against Nat’s shoulder and her breathing slowed. 

“Hey y/n?” She whispered to you keeping her eyes on the screen but squeezing your hand a little tighter, “yes Nat?” 

“I love you.” 

You smiled pulling yourself up and closer to her, maybe you were just tired but your heart felt lighter than it ever had and the next moment your lips were against hers in a soft kiss. You didn’t think about anything in that moment, because nothing mattered to you except Natasha. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from her lips “sorry-i just..I love you too Nat.”  

[shoezuki]

I’m going insane I’m GOING INSANE

Egg you can’t keep DOING THIS TO ME every chapter is so so good and raghhhhhh I can’t deal

Lynx and Natasha are definitely catching onto Gepard by now… hehe if only they knew.. I’m loving Dr. Bissette like she’s one of my favorite character tropes and I’m. I’m falling in love with her characterization— she’s a minor character you can’t be doing this to me goddamnit

SAMPO’S AWAKE YEAAAAAAAA I loved that whole sequence of just “take your shirt off” “wgat” help that was so funny- I’m very excited to see what happens when he’s more lucid, but I gotta say I am really enjoying Delirious Sampo just for that extra comedy.

Gepard’s whole conflict with him missing the shack.. yeah. Yea that’s the good stuff. I like complicated stuff like this and it’s just?? So good???

(please give these two the happy ending they deserve oh my god)

Officially reaching the 100k mark! Huzzah!! Glad I could watch the progression in real time. I’ll always support your writing literally forever, I think. Even after this one is completed.

Seriously, give yourself some credit, 100k is not a very easy thing to achieve. You can do it o7

-💫

ps this probably makes no sense bc I just slapped a bunch of my thoughts together in one message, and it’s like not coherent whatsoever, but. Yea this is what you get now

GHH.H THANKYOU???? SO MUCH. holy fuck im gigglin n kickin my feet. ngl i still have ur ask in my inbox from the last ch and i would go n reread it constantly vsdmdvdh

nat and lynx Absolutely know. they r both like o fuck this guy is whipped. like its so blatant lbr. mfer is probably fantasizing bout rescuing sampo from a burning building. gepards all 'i want sampo safe and healthy im worried about him all the time i hope hes ok i wonder what hes doing now maybe i should go see him' and lynx is jus holding her head in her hands.

i like bissette a lot too tbhhh like. i was not gonna have her present at all beyond the ch of him wakin up in the hospital but i got attached vskdbddh. i am very tempted to make her more prevalent and give her more backstory n character n all that but... it feels weird to insert a minor character into a fic too much svdjdgd. maybe ill make her an oc outside of it

THE SHIRT THING. I have been thinkin bout it for SO LONG ngl i was like what would a drugged up sampo notice first. oh ya that gepard has a shirt on now cuz they spent nearly 2 months in the shack w a half naked gepard like seeing him w a shirt on now??? thats FUCKED UP. it should be a crime for him to hide all that perfection under stupid sweaters.

and ya.... ya. i think gep would have a lot of conflicted emotions bout the hideout n the time he spent there. like he feels confused bout missing any or it or remembering any of that experience fondly. it was inarguably one the worst experiences of his life. while his sisters were searching for him, his guards dead in the snow, he shouldntve been enjoying himself at all. n he feels bad that he misses the place n the sound of the wind pounding on the walls and sampo humming in the other room and the constant buzz of those beaten up heaters and the stiff uncomfortable sofa sampo slept on. its kinda that complicated thing of like... feeling 'wrong' for missing or thinking fondly of aspects from/around a traumatic experience. n gepard at some points gotta come to terms w it n realize he Can in fact miss it without it being like a betrayal to his fallen comrades or his sisters. but also he gotta realize half of what he misses from back then is just... sampo.

[ashecampos]

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hi guys, first off thankyou for reading and second welcome to my page <3

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Incorrect quotes <3

tears over beers (nevermore kids)

would you live for me? (wednesday)

never kissed a dude (tasm)

perfume (nevermore kids)

every woman is a lesbian (avengers)

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Oneshots <3

radio silence - Wanda x nb reader

reader and their twin sister, Yelena Belová have found themselves trapped in an active shooting at a local museum, what happens when the team can’t reach them and Wanda and Nat are left to worry?

Life Line - Yoko Tanaka x nb reader

Reader is depressed due to her mother figure, Miss Weems being stabbed with the nightshade needle, Weems is in hospital but presumed dead by poor y/n, yoko being y/n’s girlfriend has been with y/n as much as possible during her time of mourning.

is that my jacket? wandanat x reader

r is a part of the avengers and wanda is the one of the new recruits. basically nat makes wanda nervous and she thinks the woman hates her when really nat is attracted to the girl and trying hard not to show it. and wanda mainly goes to r for comfort and advice all the time. i'm thinking nat and r are close (maybe dating?) and wandas this oblivious little bean who doesn't realize they like her?

Smoking hot - Wanda x reader

Y/N’s a hot smoker who Wanda is so desperate to impress, so desperate that she would go up to the girl having never smoked before and ask the girl for a cigarette

Fuck me eyes - yelena x reader

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ANYONE BUT HER

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[otrtbs]

hey nat

Thankyou so much for art heist! Baby

I cried my heart out at the ending but it was so beautifully written and is such a great fic.

I want to ask if you are willing to write police chase scene in ch 28 from reg's pov ?

ahhh hello!

thank you so much!!! im so glad you liked it !! <33

at the moment i do not have any plans to write the police chase scene from regulus' pov but i would never say never

[enhafilthandfiction]

Hello! Nice to meet you :D

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Thankyou for taking the time to learn about me! Welcome to my blog, I hope you enjoy everything I have to offer :)

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Winter White Wolf

CHAPTER 2

If there was one thing that was for certain, it was the fact that Bucky blamed Sam for absolutely everything that happened, or what went wrong in his life. Why? Because if it hadn't been for Sam, Bucky would be living in peace, in his apartment - alone with Alpine. But instead, Sam had to piss off the organisation that they were currently after by just being a down right asshole. Not that Bucky was anything less than an asshole, but he preferred to stay quiet. Which ultimately led to another shoot out, both Bucky and Sam being outnumbered and having to call in for backup.

Why were they here in the first place? Well, they were currently stuck in this damn run down airport because they were seeking out evidence. Low and behold, whilst Bucky helped the last civilians that somehow managed to wind up in the middle of this freakshow, out of the airport, reinforcement arrived. Natasha and Sam got to work, fighting those members of the organisation until Natasha was thrown through, what Bucky assumed, was a shop window.

It was then he saw that woman, Irina Petrova, come sliding in. He had to admit it looked pretty badass. She launched herself at the man who had thrown Natasha, easily subduing him by grabbing the back of his head, smashing his face into a run down water fountain. There was a difference in their style of fighting, both Irina and Natasha, but even Bucky could see that this small woman was a force to be reckoned with. And she took each blow like a god damn champion, she looked so fragile, easily breakable. He watched as she turned, taking a pocket knife out of one of her many pockets to throw at a man approaching Sam, hitting the person clean square in the chest.

"Thankyou!" Sam called, as he knocked someone else down with his wings "But damn girl, who trained you?"

'Director Fury." Irina told him, looping her foot round the ankle of a man who came behind her, making him fall to the ground.

"We should spar sometime." Sam suggested, as he swung at someone else.

"I personally wouldn't, Sam. There has been a few times she has knocked the breath out of me." Natasha admitted, as she stood up from the broken glass, to finally join the fight and shoot at one of the four men who tried to subdue Bucky.

Bucky believed that. His first meeting with Irina had......surprised him. She had knocked the wind out of him completely, not only with her fist but by that force thing she did with her hand. He was also given another reminder as she slid over on her knees, easily wrap herself round one of the men trying to subdue Bucky, wrapping her legs around his neck and using that force to bring him to the floor, before standing up. When the fight was over, Bucky hadn't even realised Torres was there. Of course, he would be doing damage control. As he approached, he informed them that there was in fact, no civilian casualties. Suddenly, Torres looked over at Irina, raising his brow.

"I feel as if I know you." Torress said suddenly, causing Irina to looked at him raising her brow.

"Irina Petrova." Irina offered, her gaze suddenly going round the room - she was staying on guard.

"Petrova....Petrova....Oh! You are one of the Agents...Well, you were an Agent under Director Fury, weren't you?" Torress asked, causing Irina's gaze to glance back at him as she gave him a firm nod "Joaquin Torres. I....I provided information for your mission in che-"

"You knocked over my coffee." Irina suddenly stated, tilting her head.

"Ah...Sorry about that." Torres said, lowering his head "I..I can always buy you another coffee?"

​"It won't be necessary." Irina quickly said, turning towards Natasha "We need to get out of here." She said.

Bucky couldn't have agreed more. Heck, he wanted home, he wanted to see alpine. What he didn't want was to be stuck here with three god damn annoying people. Nat wasn't annoying, or was she? She had her moments. So, they made their way back to the quinjet, only to be ambushed once again as they stepped out onto open ground.

"Any of that magic up your sleeve, Petrova?" Sam shouted as he ducked behind a car, Bucky leaned up, pointing his hand gun at one of them, shooting.

"You're the one with wings but you ask me for magic?" Irina countered, looking over at them "Don't worry, I got, Samuel."

"You got this?" Natasha shouted over at her, and Irina gave a firm nod, standing and raising her hand towards the approaching assault. When she did, they fell back. "Now, Let's go people." Natasha called, as they made their way towards the quinjet, each bullet that was fired was being thwarted away with each move of Irina's hand as she moved. Once they were safely onboard the quinjet, the doors shut behind them, protecting them from whatever the hell was after them.

"That was pretty awesome." Torres panted, looking over at Irina, who simply raised her brow at him. "It wasn't awesome?"

"It was normal." Irina offered, going to the cockpit as she flicked on a few of the switches. "Everyone buckle up." Did Bucky think it was normal? Heck, what is considered normal these days? He woke up from his brainwashed state and had to fight aliens, and made friends with a talking racoon and tree. Nothing that seemed normal was the norm for him now. His gaze passed over to the woman that was now in control of their flight, whilst Natasha sat beside her. Sam and Torres were having a conversation on how to upgrade Redwing. Bucky didn't feel like talking, no, he was still trying to piece together in his mind where he knew this woman from.

Did she make him feel uneasy? Hell yeah. That little woman was like a mini tornada, a pocket sized assassin with some kind of power when she lifted her hand. He had a fucking vibranium arm and she still managed to floor him. Did Sam have that on footage? Most likely. As the woman turned on autoflight once they were at a point to cruise, she twirled around in her chair, locking onto his gaze. Did he care that he was caught staring? No, he simply shifted in his seat, keeping his eyes locked on her own. Was this a staring contest? He was the best at them. Irina sat back in her chair, her brow arching slightly as she tilted her head.

"Do you always stare?" She asked, her gaze never faltering.

"You get used to it." Sam called, but if she was tempted to look at Sam, it didn't show - she held Bucky's gaze.

"Oh? So its a favourite pastime of yours, Sargeant Barnes?" Irina asked. Bucky almost felt his jaw clench.

"I know you from somewhere." Bucky said, running his tongue along his bottom lip "I can't find the memory, but I know you're in there somewhere."

"Oh?" Irina asked, folding one leg over the other. "I can refresh your memory if you want me to?" Bucky nodded his head at her words "It will cost you a cheeseburger and a shake."

"No." Bucky answered instantly, shaking his head.

"Too bad, good luck in finding that memory." Irina whispered as a smile pulled on her lips. Bucky rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching. He wanted to know. Heck, it was only a cheeseburger and a shake, he could pretend to agree to the deal.

"Fine. Ill do it." Bucky said, exhaling deeply.

"Payment first. I aint no sucker." Irina said, swinging the chair back round to face the front of the cockpit. Did that really just happen? Did he just agree to buy this girl a cheeseburger and shake to simply know how he knew her? That was ridiculous. But, it had been torturing him since he met her. Was it whilst he was brainwashed? Those memories came back piece by piece, not that he wanted to remember killing people.

"Your big cyborg brain still computing?" Sam called out, laughing. Obviously, he had seen and heard their words, and obviously he had witnessed Bucky being almost blackmailed. Wait, it was blackmail. Rolling hsi eyes, he looked away. Did he want to do it? No. He most certainly did not "Ah, she got you man!" Sam exclaimed. Yes. Irina most certainly did get him on that one. Well, two could play at the same - he would get the information and then leave. Was it rude to leave a gal at a cheeseburger joint by herself? Heck, yes. His sisters would smack the head of him for it, but - this was different times and this gal was a stranger to him.

Once they had landed, Irina swung round in her chair once more, staring at him. Exhaling deeply, Bucky stood up "Burger king does pretty good cheeseburgers, but I am more into a place called Shake Shack." Irina said, standing up as she walked towards the exit "Have you tried it, Sargeant?" Why was she still calling him that? Did it irritate him? Yes.

"No." Bucky replied firmly as he followed her out, and Irina turned around, dropping her jaw as she walked backwards.

"Sam, he hasn't tried Shake Shack?!" Irina exclaimed "That is criminal."

"He is an 106 year old man, Petrova. He barely knows what pizza is." Sam joked, causing Irina to look at Bucky. He did know what pizza was. Well, he was recently introduced to pizza.

"Criminal." Irina whispered, shaking her head dramatically. "Well, allow me to introduce you to the best burger and shakes you will ever have, Sargeant."

​"Don't let Stark hear you saying that. He will literally fight you to defend Burger King." Natasha joked, walking out of the quinjet.

​Irina laughed, shaking her head "Stark is the reason I am going to get high blood pressure." Irina cleared her throat, looking at Bucky "Are you coming, old man? Shall I get you a wheel chair? Also, I am driving."

"No you're not." Bucky said instantly, boy was this woman annoying.

"Yes I am. Its my car, I am driving." Irina said, walking into the compound as Bucky walked after her. Was she always this stubborn? Bucky couldn't work with someone this irritatingly stubborn.

"Then we aren't going." Bucky said shrugging, playing it as if he didn't care. He did. He wanted to know it had been annoying him. How did he know her?

"Then you don't get your answers," Irina said, turning to look at him with a smile. Bucky clenched his jaw, was he annoyed? Yes. This was obviously amusing to this woman. Exhaling deeply, he nodded.

"Where you going, frosty flakes?" Stark called, as Bucky looked over at him as they passed the kitchen area.

"Cold snap here is bringing me for burger and shakes." Irina said to Stark, amusement lacing her voice. Stark looked at Irina and then at Bucky with a raised brow. "He doesn't remember me. I am going to tell him how he knows me, once I get my god damn cheeseburger."

"I am being blackmailed." Bucky suddenly said, causing Stark to snort. Did he find this amusing too? Clearly he did.

"Yeah, good luck with that, Barnes. Let logan paul here finish her fries before you force any information out of here. She can be snappy when hungry," Stark said, offering a sarcastic smile. Great.

"Come along, old man," Irina exclaimed, turning around and walking out to the corridor. Begrudingly, Bucky followed. Once they reached the elevator, he turned his head to look at her. Did he feel like grabbing her head and smashing it off the elevator door? Yes. But he knew that she would most likely put up one hell of a fight, and from his last experience, he knew better. As the elevator reached his floor, they stepped in as she hit a button. He looked over at her again, watching as she leaned against the wall, humming to herself. Even the sound was annoying.

Suddenly she stopped humming, turning to look at him as she elevator came to the garage "Still want to drive?" Irina asked, holding the keys out to him. He took the keys from her, which one was her car? Walking out to the garage, he followed Irina until she came to a black car, it was a small black sports one. Unlocking it, Bucky got into the drivers side. Once Irina was in, he turned and looked at her.

"Where is it?" Bucky asked, clenching his jaw as he did. Irina cleared her throat, tapping on the screen that was in the middle of the car until a map came up with directions "Great, computers. Got to love them." Bucky whispered, starting the car up as he started on the journey.

"It must be so different for you." Irina suddenly said, turning her head to look at him "Waking up, being in this new age."

"I guess you could say that." Bucky mumbled, running his tongue along his bottom lip. Different? It was a whole fucking new world. He didn't have time to adjust, he was just thrown into the deep end. I mean, aliens? He fought aliens. How crazy was that? The impossible had become possible since he woke up. Sure, during his time tech was new and upcoming, but not like this. As Bucky was driving, he glanced over at Irina who was tapping on her phone in front of her, and he could tell that whatever she as doing, it had to be interesting by the way her expression changed every god damn second. Finally they arrived at the burger joint, it was like a little shack almost.

Suddenly, Irina turned and looked at him as she put her phone down "I actually feel really bad for making you do this." She said, did she? she should.

"You should." Bucky said instantly, and Irina nodded.

"I will tell you, okay?" Irina said, and Bucky switched the engine off, turning to look at her "When you were the winter soldier, you were sent to kill Nicholas Fury. I was with him in the car when you were..sent." Wait, she had met him? Bucky looked way, his mind reeling over that knowledge. If she had met him, how the hell was she still alive. More to the point, if she knew what he was capable off, why wasn't she afraid of him? Or was she?

"What happened?" Bucky asked, shifting in the seat. He remembered snippets of that day, but not all of it.

"It was an inside job. Well planned, I must admit. We were in traffic when they started chasing us, rammed us. Luckily Fury is very skilled in driving." Irina said, looking away "When we managed to at least get away from those who were disguised as cops, there he stood. In the middle of the road. He blew the car up, well sort of. Before he got to us, Nick had a mouse hole, it cuts through any material and we were able to get underground." Irina cleared her throat. Bucky noticed how she was using the word 'he'. Not, referencing to Bucky in general, but to the Winter soldier. Did he feel guilty? Heck, he felt guilt for all those he caused harm to and killed when he was brain washed.

"I am sorry." Bucky said, looking at her "My name is James Bucky Barnes, I am no longer the winter soldier." It ws part of his...rules. Of making amends.

"I know." Irina said, smiling at him "I don't blame you for any of it. How could anyone? It is so easy for others to blame you for what happened, but it was not you." No. It wasn't him. But he still felt responsible, it was his hands that were covered in that blood "Alright, we can go back now." Irina said as she moved to put her seat belt on.

"No. We came for burgers and shakes." Biucky replied slowly, looking at her. Irina looked at him, raising her brow before smiling and giving a nod of her head.

​When they sat eating, it was in a comfortable silence. He noticed how Irina hummed constantly. Was it because of the silence? Maybe. But Bucky enjoyed silence, so....he found it irritating. He also noticed how she didn't sit still, she fidgeted, moved constantly. Which led to him constantly telling her to stop. Did he regret in coming in? Mostly no because she was right, the cheeseburgers were awesome and Bucky swore he ate like 5 of them, and the shakes were fantastic too. 

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for the ask game!

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Giuseppe Farina: First F1 race you watched? i'd say 2012/2013 (?) my dad was a big fan of rbr vettel at that time Denny Hulme: if you could go back and watch any F1 race in person what one would you choose? ngl i can't choose between monaco 1982, hungary 2017, suzuka 2005, and dijon 1979

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Other half | Kate Bishop x Reader

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Mom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “My family thinks we’re dating.”

Request: could I request with number 11 (tho if possible if I could have yn be nats daughter,could I swap family with mum?) With.......im gonna change it up and can I choose with Kate please? :D please and thankyou

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A/n: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thank you for the request I hope i did it justice. I've never wrote for reader being one of the Avengers their kids, so I hope it is okay.

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“Hey kiddo, how was your Christmas? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this year.” your mom asks over the phone. “It’s okay mom, I know work is important. My Christmas was fun, I ended up just staying home with Kate and had a Christmas movie marathon.” You reply, your mom has been a part of the Avengers for as long as you can remember, you knew that if she was busy with work, that meant she was saving lives. “If you want I can come over sometime this week to celebrate a late Christmas with you?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I actually wanted to invite you and Kate over tonight. This house has been missing some Christmas spirit this year, since I’ve been away most of the month.”

“Sounds fun. One second, let me ask Kate right away” you tell her. You ask Kate, who immediately agrees and suggests going to the store to get a Christmas tree, lights, and some decoration. Before you could reply to your mom, Kate was already out the door.

“Well mom, she’s already on her way to get Christmas stuff,” you get back to your mom, “So we’ll see you in an about an hour, okay?

Half an hour later Kate is still not back from the store, so you texted her to meet you at your mom’s place. Replied that she wouldn’t be long and that she would pick up some food too, so none of you had to leave the house tonight.

When you arrive at your mom’s place you give her a big hug. You’ve missed her. Like she said she’s been away on missions most of the month, so you didn’t get to see much of her. “So, did you leave your other half at home?” Your mom jokes.

“She’ll meet us here, probably couldn’t resist buying all the Christmas stuff the mall has to offer.” You laugh before responding. “Wait what do you mean by other half?” You say as you fully process what your mom just said.

“Oh, you know girlfriend, other half, just a different way of saying it really.” Your mom says like it’s the most casual thing ever. “But mom, Kate is not my girlfriend.” Your conversation gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Your mom get’s up to open it.

In walks Kate, Christmas tree in one hand, bags full of decoration in the other and somehow also balancing a box of pizza on her arm. “Natasha, hi! Merry late Christmas. I got some stuff to get your house more in the Christmas spirit, where do you want the tree?”

“Hi Kate, we can set it up in the corner over there. But let’s eat some pizza first, don’t want it to get cold.” Your mom says, taking the pizza box from Kate. She takes it into the kitchen to give the two of you some space.

Kate sits down next to you on the couch, “hey, what’s up? Sorry I took so long.”

“Okay so,” you start, “my mom thinks we're dating.” You look up at Kate to see her reaction, she seems to be thinking. “I meant I get why she would think that.” She responds after a bit.

“You do?” you question. “Yeah, I mean we’re best friends, we live together. We basically spend all our free time together. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out we were dating all along.” Her eyes grow big at the realisation she said that last part out loud. “Ehm, I mean I could see us together.” she tries again, “oh wow, I’m really not making this better, am I?”

You just chuckle at her rambling before leaning in to kiss her, she kisses you back instantly. You’re both too distracted to hear your mom walk back in. “Let’s go have some-“ she stops her sentence when she sees the two of you kissing on the couch. Clearing her throat before finishing her sentence, “Pizza.”

You both turn to her with blushing cheeks. “Not dating, huh?”

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