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BARK BARK SNARL GROWWWLL ARGH

Our Princess

princess reader x servants!wandanat

warnings: cheating, pevert wandanat, jealousy, innocence kink, smut, pet names, slight non-con, dubious consent, oral (r receiving), dom!wandanat.

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They knew what they were doing from the first moment they laid eyes on you. Fuck you were so perfect, the way your eyes widen when you giggled. How your dress rode up when you were watching TV. How innocent you were.

Your first interaction was when the two ladies were cleaning up. Wanda was washing the dishes in the kitchen with her apron on, Natasha sweeping the floors. That's when you wandered in, barefooted in a pink nightgown.

"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you guys!" you exclaimed, backing out of the kitchen. Natasha shot Wanda a smirk. Wanda met her gaze, they both were thinking the same thing- how fun messing with you would be.

Wanda bowed in your presence, "Don't mind us, princess." She purred. You, oblivious to their tactics, hummed in response. Making your way to a cabinet that was a bit too high for you. You stood on your tippy toes, your hand attempting to grasp the handle. In the process, your nightgown begins to ride up, giving the two women a view of your flowery underwear.

Fuck you looked so good like that, Natasha bit her lip. Wanda smacked Nat's arm, you were dating Maria and were their boss. You could ruin their lives with the flick of the wrist. But you were so addicting, they couldn't resist.

From that moment on, they'd try everything to be in your path but you suspected nothing. They were just trying their jobs, that's why you caught Wanda folding your underwear and Natasha sweeping the living room floor while you were trying to watch TV.

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You hummed, reading a book in your little sundress. You were tanning in your backyard by the pool. Maria, your girlfriend, was coming over to hang out with you. The sun was particularly hot today so you figured why not spend the day outside.

You had sunglasses on, that protected your eyes and a towel draped over your chair. You couldn't wait to play with her in the pool. Maria is your girlfriend and she's the same age as you. You guys went to school together and Maria admitted her love for you so the logical thing to do was to get together. At first you were hesitant but not for the reasons Maria thought. No, it wasn't internal homophobia, it was the fact that you hadn't been with anyone before. But Maria didn't mind your lack of experience.

"Hey hun, your girlfriend is here." Natasha spoke, ratherly harshly but nonetheless drawing your attention. Wonder what must of gotten her upset.. Your eyes followed her as she went back into the house. The door opened behind her, your girlfriend came out.

"Mar!!!" You squealed, running into her arms. She smiled and picked you up, "Hey princess!!" She chuckled, carrying you bridal style, to the seats. "Missed you" you mumbled in her arms.

--

Wanda and Natasha watched from the windows. A feeling of jealousy sprang from this. It should be them out there with you. For you to run into Wanda's arms and Natasha to be the one carrying you.

For it to be their bodies against you, not that girl who couldn't care for you like they did. You needed real women to teach a delicate thing like you.

Natasha bit her lip as she watched Maria's hand rest on your ass. The way a innocent kiss from you, turned into Maria climbing onto of you. She began to leave kisses on your skin, marking you up. Maria looked up for a second, making eye contact with the two servants. She knew they were watching and was testing them. Daring them to try and stop this, to try and take her girl.

--

You whimpered softly, you couldn't believe this was happening. Maria straddled you and began to bite and suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over you. "Mar, that hurts" you mumbled against her. "Let me have my way with you doll, I promise you'll be satisfied by the end." She pushed,

The two women watched this interaction and saw it unfold. The way you were pushing back against Maria, how she ignored your protests and just dismissed you. They had enough.

"Maria your parents called, they said it was an emgerncy and they need you home" Wanda spoke. Maria jumped off of y/n and hurried out after giving her a little peck on the forehead and a quick "goodbye".

--

After a moment of silence, Wanda made her way to you. You were sitting on the chair, your chest covered in marks from your girlfriend. A slight pout on your face. "What's the matter, dear?" Wanda cooed, Natasha coming up behind you with the same faux concern. "Yeah darling, what's got you all frowny? Hm?" Natasha hummed.

"Maria" you mumbled sadly, you didn't know why your girlfriend was suddenly acting like that. She said she'd take things slowly for you, but maybe it was going too slow for her liking.

"Awe, princess." Wanda whispered, stroking your back gently. "You know honey, we saw what happened. I think the problem is that you are such a delicate thing and your girlfriend doesn't understand that. A little thing liek you needs a real, mature woman fo help you navigate." She purred.

--

"I think she might be ready for us Wanda, this seems like the perfect timing." Natasha whispered in the hall, trying not to let you hear the conversation between the two of them. "I don't know Nat, she seems like she isn't interested. You saw how things went down with Maria. A simple kiss turned her off." Wanda protested.

--

Your face turned red, you were still thinking about what Natasha said earlier. How they'd treat you right, that you needed a mature woman teach you.

You began to feel an ache between your thighs. It was so wet and sticky, you didn't know what to do, so the only logical thing to do was to go ask the pair.

Your pillow bumps your clit as you make your way off your bed. You jolt in response, that feels weird but a good kind of weird. You attempt to gain that feeling back, of course not knowing what you're doing due to a lack of experience. Your hips rut against your pillow. You sigh gently, biting your lip to stiffle any sounds. A moan escapes your lips when suddenly you hear a voice hum in amusement.

You turn around to be greeted with Natasha's eyes which focused on the wet spot of your pillow and Wanda who was only smirking at you. Her eyes on your chest. Your nipples were hard and peeked through your thin tank top.

"H-How long have you been standing there?” you froze.

--

"Mhm" you cried out. Fuck, you looked so good like this, they just wanted to take you but they restricted themselves. A fragile little thing like you needs to be treated like a princess. Natasha's tongue circled your clit, your hips buckled against her. "She's so responsive." Natasha mumbled against you, the comment directed towards the other servant.

Wanda had you against her, your back to her front. She held your hips in place for Natasha. "There, there, it's okay princess. If it's too much just let me or Natty know" She whispered softly.

inspired by @esouliie

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Our Princess

princess reader x servants!wandanat

warnings: cheating, pevert wandanat, jealousy, innocence kink, smut, pet names, slight non-con, dubious consent, oral (r receiving), dom!wandanat.

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They knew what they were doing from the first moment they laid eyes on you. Fuck you were so perfect, the way your eyes widen when you giggled. How your dress rode up when you were watching TV. How innocent you were.

Your first interaction was when the two ladies were cleaning up. Wanda was washing the dishes in the kitchen with her apron on, Natasha sweeping the floors. That's when you wandered in, barefooted in a pink nightgown.

"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you guys!" you exclaimed, backing out of the kitchen. Natasha shot Wanda a smirk. Wanda met her gaze, they both were thinking the same thing- how fun messing with you would be.

Wanda bowed in your presence, "Don't mind us, princess." She purred. You, oblivious to their tactics, hummed in response. Making your way to a cabinet that was a bit too high for you. You stood on your tippy toes, your hand attempting to grasp the handle. In the process, your nightgown begins to ride up, giving the two women a view of your flowery underwear.

Fuck you looked so good like that, Natasha bit her lip. Wanda smacked Nat's arm, you were dating Maria and were their boss. You could ruin their lives with the flick of the wrist. But you were so addicting, they couldn't resist.

From that moment on, they'd try everything to be in your path but you suspected nothing. They were just trying their jobs, that's why you caught Wanda folding your underwear and Natasha sweeping the living room floor while you were trying to watch TV.

---

You hummed, reading a book in your little sundress. You were tanning in your backyard by the pool. Maria, your girlfriend, was coming over to hang out with you. The sun was particularly hot today so you figured why not spend the day outside.

You had sunglasses on, that protected your eyes and a towel draped over your chair. You couldn't wait to play with her in the pool. Maria is your girlfriend and she's the same age as you. You guys went to school together and Maria admitted her love for you so the logical thing to do was to get together. At first you were hesitant but not for the reasons Maria thought. No, it wasn't internal homophobia, it was the fact that you hadn't been with anyone before. But Maria didn't mind your lack of experience.

"Hey hun, your girlfriend is here." Natasha spoke, ratherly harshly but nonetheless drawing your attention. Wonder what must of gotten her upset.. Your eyes followed her as she went back into the house. The door opened behind her, your girlfriend came out.

"Mar!!!" You squealed, running into her arms. She smiled and picked you up, "Hey princess!!" She chuckled, carrying you bridal style, to the seats. "Missed you" you mumbled in her arms.

--

Wanda and Natasha watched from the windows. A feeling of jealousy sprang from this. It should be them out there with you. For you to run into Wanda's arms and Natasha to be the one carrying you.

For it to be their bodies against you, not that girl who couldn't care for you like they did. You needed real women to teach a delicate thing like you.

Natasha bit her lip as she watched Maria's hand rest on your ass. The way a innocent kiss from you, turned into Maria climbing onto of you. She began to leave kisses on your skin, marking you up. Maria looked up for a second, making eye contact with the two servants. She knew they were watching and was testing them. Daring them to try and stop this, to try and take her girl.

--

You whimpered softly, you couldn't believe this was happening. Maria straddled you and began to bite and suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over you. "Mar, that hurts" you mumbled against her. "Let me have my way with you doll, I promise you'll be satisfied by the end." She pushed,

The two women watched this interaction and saw it unfold. The way you were pushing back against Maria, how she ignored your protests and just dismissed you. They had enough.

"Maria your parents called, they said it was an emgerncy and they need you home" Wanda spoke. Maria jumped off of y/n and hurried out after giving her a little peck on the forehead and a quick "goodbye".

--

After a moment of silence, Wanda made her way to you. You were sitting on the chair, your chest covered in marks from your girlfriend. A slight pout on your face. "What's the matter, dear?" Wanda cooed, Natasha coming up behind you with the same faux concern. "Yeah darling, what's got you all frowny? Hm?" Natasha hummed.

"Maria" you mumbled sadly, you didn't know why your girlfriend was suddenly acting like that. She said she'd take things slowly for you, but maybe it was going too slow for her liking.

"Awe, princess." Wanda whispered, stroking your back gently. "You know honey, we saw what happened. I think the problem is that you are such a delicate thing and your girlfriend doesn't understand that. A little thing liek you needs a real, mature woman fo help you navigate." She purred.

--

"I think she might be ready for us Wanda, this seems like the perfect timing." Natasha whispered in the hall, trying not to let you hear the conversation between the two of them. "I don't know Nat, she seems like she isn't interested. You saw how things went down with Maria. A simple kiss turned her off." Wanda protested.

--

Your face turned red, you were still thinking about what Natasha said earlier. How they'd treat you right, that you needed a mature woman teach you.

You began to feel an ache between your thighs. It was so wet and sticky, you didn't know what to do, so the only logical thing to do was to go ask the pair.

Your pillow bumps your clit as you make your way off your bed. You jolt in response, that feels weird but a good kind of weird. You attempt to gain that feeling back, of course not knowing what you're doing due to a lack of experience. Your hips rut against your pillow. You sigh gently, biting your lip to stiffle any sounds. A moan escapes your lips when suddenly you hear a voice hum in amusement.

You turn around to be greeted with Natasha's eyes which focused on the wet spot of your pillow and Wanda who was only smirking at you. Her eyes on your chest. Your nipples were hard and peeked through your thin tank top.

"H-How long have you been standing there?” you froze.

--

"Mhm" you cried out. Fuck, you looked so good like this, they just wanted to take you but they restricted themselves. A fragile little thing like you needs to be treated like a princess. Natasha's tongue circled your clit, your hips buckled against her. "She's so responsive." Natasha mumbled against you, the comment directed towards the other servant.

Wanda had you against her, your back to her front. She held your hips in place for Natasha. "There, there, it's okay princess. If it's too much just let me or Natty know" She whispered softly.

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: Chapter 3

TWTAATM au

November 3rd, 2023 Y/N Y/L/N

0700 (Writer)

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Shoot. I'm so late. I rush towards the entrance of the school. Hurrying rush to class, not wanting to be late. As I'm speedwalking, I bump into someone. “Oof” they whine. Shoot. I reach my hand to help them up. Great, I'm late and I knocked someone down. Good going. I help her up and continue on my way to class. I hear a “Thanks for the greeting to my new school..” behind me. Suddenly I hear her running towards me.

“Hey, do you happen to know room 10E is?” The girl with 2 braids asked. I don't know what to do so I keep walking, hoping she'll get the hint to follow me. I have that class now. We must be in the same class. Is she new, I've never seen her before. She follows me “Excuse me??” she said. I pointed to the door, now that it was finally in sight.

As we enter, Ms Maximoff says “Thank you ladies for joining!” Ms Maximoff is really nice to me, she makes exceptions for me on presentations and such because of my situation. I take my seat, noticing the other girl still standing there. The only empty seat is next to me. “Y/N” the teacher called, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“you mind sharing with Natasha?” she continued. I look at the girl next to me, not realizing when she sat. I nodded. I don't mind, she seems nice. I feel bad for bumping into her. Her shirt has paint spilled on it. I wonder if she does art or if she just bought it like that.

Wait. What am I sharing.. My eyes scan the room, textbooks. Everyone has textbooks on their desk. I push mine so it's in the middle. Natasha. Her name is Natasha. “Thanks” Natasha whispers. I nod. Ms Maximoff is speaking but I'm just drowning her out. My eyes fixated on the blonde next to me.

Her eyes scanned my textbooks. It's coveted with my own personal notes and such to help me remember the content. "So.. you like badminton?" She whisper, looking at me. Ms Maximoff's voice spoke "Girls, quiet." We were suppose to reading the book.

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Power Outage

grey november au

☆ of course there had to be a power outage on the night of a thunderstorm.

☆ you were still fairly new to this job and adjusting to living in the compound.

☆ you had a deathly fear of the dark and thunderstorms. so it was just your luck, when the lights began to flicker as you were wrapped up in your blanket, reading a book.

☆ you let out a yell in fear, coincidently, a roar of thunder occurred. you cried out, burying your head under your covers.

☆ that was thing about you, even when you were younger you had this fear. your brother had to bring you to his bed to comfort you. as you refused to sleep alone, petrified of the loud noises.

☆ your thoughts would run wild, imagining the worse cases. what if the thunder hit you? what if your brother got hurt and you were fine?

☆ your brother would stay up with you until it was over. those nights consisted of late night scrabble games in his room, him making you hot chocolate, him "letting" you win..God you missed that .

☆ you were shaking under your covers when suddenly, the door opened. "Hun, are you okay? I heard screams-" Nat paused, seeing a shaking figure under your blanket. Of course Natasha heard you, her room is right next to yours.

☆ no response. Nat came over to you and pulled you into her arms. "Shh..it's okay detka, m' here." She mumbled, holding you.

☆ she didn't pull thr covers off of your head. Letting you determine the pace of bow you wanted this to go.

☆ after a moment of her shushing and comforting you, you finally let the covers off. "Now there's that pretty face I love to see." She smiled, wiping your tears.

☆ "N-natty" you whimpered. Her heart nearly melted at the nickname. You never called her that, but your voice sounded so shaky it brought a frown.

☆ "what's wrong, honey?" She frowned, tracing circles on the back of your palm.

☆ you pouted "m' scared", tightening your grip on the older woman. her eyes soften, "i'm right here dear, i'll protect you. do you want to stay in my room with me? it's nice and warm in there. you can bring your blanket if you want" she smiled at you.

☆ you nodded in response, clutching your blanket in your arms. the spy lifted you up, you squealed in response. most definitely not expecting that.

☆ "n-natty what are you doing??" you giggled. she smiled, seeing you laugh "just protecting you, dear! there might be monsters on the floor! don't want them to snatch your feet!!" she exclaimed, carrying you to her room.

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meow.

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Natasha Romanov

grey november au

☆ natasha is in her mid to late 30s.

☆ she has been apart of the avengers ever since fury came up with the task force.

☆ the earth's mightiest heroes, as everyone know them.

☆ but no one ever sees the dirty work that comes along with it.

☆ the things everyone else is too ashamed to admit. the actions that had to be made. the exploitation of female agents just because of their bodies and looks. their femininity.

☆ nat really didn't mind it anymore, she was used to it. so whenever steve would give her a mission she wouldn't protest.

☆ nat never really had a family, her only sister was dead. she died when they were just kids. nat remembers it like it was yesterday.

☆nat didn't want the pair to go back to the red room, especially at yelena's young age. so they protest, they fought back, screamed. but her "mother" and "father" just watched as the soldiers shot and killed yelena. her little body went limp in the soldier's arm. she screamed as they dragged her into the plane, not seeing what happened after. her sister was dead and she was on her own.

☆ after a mission, nat would drink tea and write in a journal to ground herself. to remind her that it is over and she is safe. that this is her job, what she has to do to protect the planet.

☆ nat didn't have much of a love life. who could with a life like hers? she accepted that she'd be on her own. she didn't have time for love anyways. her main priority was this job. this team.

☆ fury came to her one day and told her he was putting together a task force. he gave her an out to the villian life and she gladly accepted. together, they vowed to protect the planet and stop bad guys.

☆ natasha has a cat named liho. she found the stray one day after a mission. it founded her home and appeared to have no owner. she was ready to take it to the pound when thr feline started to grow on her. constantly purring at her leg. coming near her. she just couldn't bring herself to do it. she had grown attached to the cat, so she made the decision to keep it.

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: Chapter 1

November 3rd, 2023 Y/N Y/L/N

0500 (Writer)

The best part of life is the silence and peace associated with a quiet life.

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"Brrrr. Brrr.” An alarm goes off. I groan, rubbing my eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, I notice the hardwood beneath my face. I’m not in bed. I wake up to papers stuck on my face. Fell asleep at my desk, writing again. At least I prepared everything last night. My clothes? Forest green hoodie, I love this hoodie. It’s baggy and the texture is nice. And jeans. Check. My lunch? Packed in my bookbag. Check.

Making my way to the kitchen, I grab my mug. To make my usual morning hot chocolate. By this time mom's usually left for work. So I have the house to myself. While the milk is heating on the stove, I sit on the table. Throwing my feet up, something mom would never let me do but she's not here.

I check my watch, 0530. I have an hour before school starts. I grab my writing journal, the hot chocolate poured into my mug and head for the pond like I do every morning. A shiver runs down my back. It’s kind of chilly this morning. I pass one or two joggers on my way to the pond. I can hear faint squawks from the ducks.

I take a seat on my usual bench. This gives me a clear and close view of the water. It’s nice to have some alone time before school. Before the whole city is awake. I write down the things I could never say. That I haven’t said, since it happened.

People talk to me all the time, never expecting a response because they’ve accepted that I won’t. Nobody heard a thing, a saw thing, so I don’t expect them to understand but everyone is gentle with me. Waiting on me to break and finally say what’s wrong. I won’t cave.

"SPLASH!” I jump. A duck jumping into the pond startles me, bringing me back from my thoughts. I check my watch, 0700. Shit.

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre au

meet the characters

Writer- y/n

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Hobbies- reading, writing, hiking, admiring nature.

Favorite human- Ms Maximoff. (poor girl practically lives in that classroom)

Personality- mature, reserved, quiet, doesn’t speak much, appreciates someone’s presence.

Suffers from- anxiety, mutism, panic attacks.

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Artist- Natasha Romanov

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Hobbies- badminton, crocheting, painting, traveling, art.

Who is she- new girl

Personality- extroverted, goofy, messy, colorful, speaks a lot to hide nervousness, oversharer.

Suffers from- anxiety, adhd.

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Ms Maximoff

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Who is she- economics teacher.

Personality- caring, understanding, motherly, comforting.

Personal life- married to vision. 2 kids (Billy and Tommy)

Fun fact- gives up her free period to let y/n take up space in her empty class room during lunch because she knows it one of very few places y/n feels safe in the school.

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So Long London

carol danvers x reader

warnings: angst.

Just breathe. Just breathe. She didn't mean it. It's okay. I press my nails into my hand. Fidgeting with my hoodie string. I'm sitting on her lap. The blonde quarterback, everyone's favorite. We're at a hangout with her teammates, I hate public settings. She knows this but pleaded with me.

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"Please baby, just this once. You can just sit there pretty on my lap. I need to go. The team is celebrating our latest win." Carol pushed. I'm so tired of this. I nod, too exhausted to argue with her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

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I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

She whispered in my ear "I love your outfit you picked out. Can't wait to take it off of you." Carol purred.

I stopped trying to make him laugh,

"No." I spewed. This was enough, I've had enough I'm done being used for publicity. Everyone wanted to be with her. And she always pushed your boundaries. Everyone thought she was this perfect quarterback with some pretty dumb girlfriend that she relied on her every word. I huff "We're done. I'm sick of you seeing me as someone who can help you with your image. I don't want to be dating just for the cameras Carol, just for fans." You spoke.

"Well if that is how you feel then I think you should go y/n.

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Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had. Did you think I had in me?"

I walk through the hallway with my head down. "Hey loser!" A voice teased. It blended in with the others. I should be used to it by now, it shouldn't affect me as much. I don't know why it does.

I'm the idiot who dumped the hottest and most popular athlete in the school. I walk past our old shared locker on my way to class. I see Carol and her new girl occupying in.

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I founded the club she's heard great things about

I chose that spot. It's the perfect distance to her classes. I sigh, of course she's already moved on so soon. With another athlete from the school down the street. Valkyrie's hand on Carol's face.

I stoppеd CPR, after all, it's no use. The spirit was gonе, we would never come to.

I huffed and walked past them angrily. How could she do this. That was our spot, it was special. I nearly knock into someone "Y/N?" The voice spoke. I looked at the face and quickly recognized my best friend Kate.

For so long, London. Stitches undone.

I sobbed into her arms. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay" she whispered. My teary eyes looked up to hers. My lips pressed against her. She looked at my astonished. "Fuck- I'm sorry." I panicked. "Hey, it's okay. I get it your upset. Let's just hold off on the rebounding?" Kate said comfortingly, her hand on my shoulder.

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A few months later.

I'll find someone.

You chuckled at the cafe. "A small mocha latte?" The waitress asked you. You nodded and she put it on your table. Now that your food was here, Kate bit into her chocolate crossiant. You giggled. "Kate, you've got a bit of chocolate on your lips" you bring your finger to wipe it off. "There!" You smile.

The door chimes as someone enters. You pay no mind, taking a sip of your mocha latte, Kate laughed at you. You pouted. "Whattt?" Kate took her phone out and snapped a photo of you. "Hey!!" You whine. She smiles and shows you her phone. You have a milk mustache. Immediately you reach for a tissue to wipe it off.

"Y/N?" You suddenly registered a figure standing in front of the two of you. It was your ex, Carol. She looked horrible, you hadn't seen her since you guys broke up senior year.

You were in college now and had a happy relationship with Kate. "I'm sorry. I've changed, a lot. Valkyrie taught me some things. But I broke up with her. She's not you and there was always something missing." Carol spoke.

You didn't know how to feel. This is all you wanted for months. You loved Kate with all your heart but Carol was right. You felt empty, like a piece of yourself was gone.

Kate noticed your face, she just knew. "It's okay Y/N. I won't blame you. If Yelena were still alive I'd go back to her in a heartbeat. I love you Y/N but I won't hold you back." Kate spoke, standing up. "Goodbye Y/N." She hugged you, sniffling softly. Goodbye Kate.

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100 followers celebration

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𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖Hungry - Marvel, Blackhill x Reader.

a fancy dinner where our two lovely boss ladies cannot take their hands off you. you're all dressed up and so perfect for them. (warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, very brief reference to politics, pet names, praise, degradation, fingering (r receiving, nat giving), dom blackhill, sub r, r has a uterus, r is referred to as she.)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖So Long London - Marvel, Carol x Reader.

angsty heartbreak!!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖New AU!!! The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre

EVENTS:

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note: this will not affect the grey november au! the fics that are on the masterpost are already written and scheduled to post on their given dates!

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre au

→ meet the characters

→ meet the characters part 2

→ about

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 1

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 2

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 3

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 4

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 5

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚chapter 6

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Hungry

100 follower celebration

fandom: marvel

ship: blackhill x fem!reader

about: dinner where our two lovely boss ladies cannot take their hands off you. you're all dressed up and so perfect for them.

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, very brief reference to politics, pet names, praise, degradation, fingering (r receiving, nat giving), dom blackhill, sub r, r has a uterus, r is referred to as she.

"A-and did you see his reaction!" Bucky exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. "I KNOW!! It was so funny!" Tony chuckled. Their voices drowned out, as you suddenly became aware of Maria's hand sitting on your thigh. It was firm. Your eyes met her hungry gaze. Nat was also eyeing you, you found her staring at your chest.

The team went out to dinner at an expensive restaurant so you had to dress up. You decided to wear a dress that was very revealing, obviously your girlfriends could not take their eyes off of you when you were getting ready.

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They tried to touch you, but you swatted their hands away because you were trying to do your makeup. Also you guys literally had no time to mess around because the reservation was for 8pm and you had to leave in 10 minutes.

Natasha groaned when she realized you were serious. "Please detka, a quickie? I can make it fast." Nat pleated. You shook your head no. As appealing as that sounded, you needed to finish your eyeshadow.

Maria smirked when when entered the room, overhearing Nat's pleads to touch you. "Don't be so desperate dear. Our little slut will practically be begging us to fuck her by the end of the night" Maria spoke calmly.

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And that brought you to this exact moment, you were starting to think that you should've taken Nat up on her offer. You were sandwiched between the two. Nat's fingers started to make it's way onto your thigh as well. Her hand patted your thigh to spread.

You looked at her, turning red. "Cmon detka, no one is paying attention. They're engrossed in the drunken conversation of politics." Nat whispered closely to your ear, her breath tickled you.

You obliged and Maria raised an eyebrow at you, not seeing the actions of the spy. Natasha looked at her with a smirk. Maria rolled her eyes.

Nat' hand snaked between your thighs, trailing up until she met your underwear. Oh, you were soaked. She smirked and traced painfully slow circles over your underwear.

You huffed and looked at Nat with puppy dog eyes. "Y/N! What do you think?" Maria smirked, inviting you to join the conversation. You jumped, obviously not expecting that. Your legs tried to close but Maria held them open. God you looked so flustered.

"Y/N, you're turning red. Are you feeling well?" Carol asked, an ounce of concern sounded in her voice. Valkyrie pinched Carol lightly, she realized what was happening and Valkyrie noticed Carol turning a little pink herself.

"M' fine" you mumbled. They went back to their own conversation, not nothing that you, Natasha and Maria have been fairly quiet. Your head started to feel a little fuzzy.

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You looked at Maria and whined softly. "What is it bunny? Use your words." Maria said firmly. "Please, please, please" you mumbled into her ear. Her demeanor soften, "Please what honey? Can you tell me and daddy what you need?" Maria cooed. "Touch' please" you mumbled, hardly able to form sentences. "Good job at using your words, baby." Maria praised you. She wouldn't be too hard on you, knowing you're in a fuzzy headspace.

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Fuck you looked so perfect, your glassy eyes was her final straw. She caved in and began to fuck you harder. Her fingers curled in you, picking up speed. You had to bite your lip to hide your moans. "You close, bunny?" Natasha whispered into your ear.

You nodded desperately. "Then come for me, be a good girl for me, angel." Natahsa gave you permission. You felt your high approaching. Maria's fingers found your clit and rub fast circles around it. Fuck, this is it. Your legs began to shake as you came down from your high.

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"You okay bunny?" Maria whispered, as both their fingers left you. You whined softly, feeling empty. "Hey guys, Y/N's forehead feels hot so we're gonna go home. You guys enjoy the dinner." Natasha spoke, helping you to feet. You clung onto both of the women. They smiled softly at your clingness. "Hope you feel better y/n" a bunch of mumbles as you guys left.

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a/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! HOPE YOU ENOYED :)

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: About

。°˖ ʚ🍓ɞ ꒦꒷⩩

⊹highschool au

⊹parts released spontaneously

⊹meet the characters

⊹meet the characters part 2

⊹written in mainly 2 povs (Natasha and Y/N)

⊹warning: not trying to romanticize mental illnesses

⊹wanda has her happy ending

⊹strange is a dick and a creep

⊹inspired by "always the artist never the painting, always the writer never the muse" but this time they both are special :)

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au masterpost

#The Writer The Artist and The Mediocre au #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanov x y/n #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #Strange is a creep

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: Chapter 2

November 3rd, 2023 Natasha Romanov

7:00 A.M. (Artist)

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It’s my first day at this new school, I’m so excited! I have mixed feelings though, I painted my nails this morning. It relaxes me. It also prevents me from picking at my nails. One of many bad habits. Anyways, I can’t wait to make some friends. I heard this school has a badminton club. I love badminton! I made each finger a different color, thumb is orange, pointer is green, middle is pink, index is blue and pinky is yellow.

Most of my clothes are stained in paint but that's okay. It’s my own personal touch. I’m currently waiting in the office for my schedule. I hope I get art history, that class seems interesting. “Natasha Romanov!” a voice called out. I stood up and went to the desk. “That’s me!” I said eagerly. “Here’s your schedule, hun.” The lady hands me the paper. She smells like grandma perfume.

I have economics first period. I need to find room 10E. 20B. 13 C. Where is it? “RINGGG” the bell rings. Oh no, I’m running late! A girl with bangs and a green hoodie bumps into me. I fall to the ground. “Oof” I groan. I look up to find her staring at me, she reaches out her arm to help me. She pulls me up, shooting me an apologetic look. “Thanks for the greeting to my new school..” I say.

She continues walking in a rush. Wait, why don’t I just ask her for directions. “Hey, do you happen to know room 10E is?” I exclaim, running to catch up to her. Silence. She continues walking. “Excuse me??” I speak. She looks at me after a moment and points to a door that reads 10E. “Thank you!” I exclaim before rushing in.

She follows behind me. She must have this class too. “Thank you ladies for joining!” The teacher speaks. She has red hair. The girl in the green hoodie goes to her seat, she sits in the middle of the classroom. “Everyone, this is our new student Natasha Romanov. Natasha, you can take that seat next to Y/N.” She points to the girl who ran into me in the hallway. Huh, this will be interesting to say the least.

The whole class is packed so this is the only empty seat. Wow. “I’m Natasha. But you probably know that since the teacher already said that.” I reach my hand out to shake hers. She shakes back, saying nothing in response. “Wow, this class is so full. Back where I come from the classes were as small as 16 students. Here I can see at least 34.” I ramble, looking around and scanning the room. “Okay class, pull out your textbook to page 193.” The teacher instructs. I don’t have a textbook. I raise my hand.

“Ms…” I spoke, realizing I don’t know the teacher’s name. “Oh, silly me! I didn’t introduce myself. Sorry! I am Ms Maximoff. Your economics teacher. Welcome to the class” She smiles. “Ms Maximoff, I don’t have a textbook.” I said. “Right, well we don’t have any more in the room so I can get one for you tomorrow but today, Y/N, you mind sharing with Natasha?” Ms Maximoff asked the girl next to me. She nodded in response, pushing her textbook so it was between the two of us. “Thanks” I whisper.

I noticed her book was filled with annotations, highlights and little notes. Guess I've found my study buddy. "So.. you like badminton?" I whisper, looking at the girl beside me. "Girls, quiet." Ms Maximoff's voice echoed.

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this was so fun!!

npt: @wandasbunny @wandasaura @wandagcre @wandasfawn @wndaswife

@tomtomslongdong thank u for tagging me honey! you know i love cute shit like this hehehe

the goal is to make it look as much like yourself as possible, so <3

link to make your own here

pssssst please feel free to tell me to fuck off if you don't like being tagged in these but: @calumfmu @cinemabean @eddiesxangel @eiightysixbaby @ghostlyfleur @joshlmbrt @lighteyed @littlexdeaths @obriengf @urhoneycombwitch @xxbimbobunnyxx (alternatively if you enjoy participating in these and i didn't tag you pls lmk and i promise to tag you from now on)

#tag games

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But Daddy I Love Him

ship: older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader. wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff.

warnings: angst, no happy ending, mentions of cheating, older nat, jerk nat, younger reader, wanda is kinda a dick, age gap, arguing, being ignored.

a/n: happy ttpd day!!

"I'm done with being your second choice Natasha. Just because I am younger than you, it doesn't mean you can just go off with other women because you're scared to admit that they are what you are looking for. Someone older, more mature, someone you can relate to" Y/N exclaimed, her small frame against the older women's.

Her green eyes met y/n's gaze which only confirmed what y/n feared. "That's it? You aren't going to say anything?" Y/N spokes as she grabbed a suitcase from the closet.

"I'm so sick of Wanda! Don't think I didn't see all the ways she touched you. Her hands always on you whenever the two of you were together. I'll tell you this Natasha. I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'" Y/N threw her arms up in protest and huffed.

"Where are you gonna go." Natasha spoke dismmisingly. She doesn't think you'll actually do it. You have no where to go, no one to go to. Her eyes watering at the slight chance that you may be serious.

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Natasha had an award dinner and she asked you last minute to come. It was odd she didn't ask you earlier in advance because they usually know about these things at least 6 months in advance with scheduling and whatnot. But you didn't think much of it. Because you didn't want to accept the alternative.

You came as her date but it sure didn't feel like it. You were the youngest there, all the avengers were at least 10 years ahead of you. It didn't help that your girlfriend left you to fend for yourself, your eyes stuck on her and Wanda. Natasha threw her head back, laughing. Wanda's hand on her shoulder. Their prolonging eye contact. The way they looked at each other. It gave you a bad feeling in your gut but you pushed it away.

No, I'm not coming to my senses. I know it's crazy. But he's the one I want.

You refused to accept it. She said she'd never let it come between you guys. That your age difference would never break you up. She lied. You rose up from the table but no one even noticed, everyone engrossed in their conversation. A stray tear fell from your glassy eyes.

You made your way to the bathroom. Attempting to keep your composure, they already think you're immature, you don't want them to see you as a baby on top on that.

You looked at yourself in the large glass window. You looked at your reflection. Your dress glistened in the light. The door swings open. It's Wanda. Of course she was the one who noticed you missing. Ironic isn't it.

"Y/N" she spoke, her voice filled with fake concern but a hint of guilt. You refused to meet her eyes, not willing to give her that sense of comfort. "Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you just because you're younger than us. I like Natasha. And honestly it feels like she is into me too. There's nothing I can say to make you feel better but I assure you I would never make a move on her while the two of you are together. I promise." Her eyes met yours in the mirror.

"I have money, I know you don't have anywhere to go but if you and Natasha should split, please call me. I don't want to on your own, fending for yourself. I can help you get an apartment or something." Wanda offered.

I just learned these people try and save you'. Cause they hate you

Of course, of course she wants to "take care of you". Because you're the little fragile thing who can't handle heartbreak. She just wants to make a move on Natasha, this is a ton of bullshit. You press your nails into your hand. You smile politely and say a simple thank you. Not wanting to cause a scene and give Natasha more of a reason to leave you.

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Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me. And counteract the chemistry. And undo the destiny.

Her hand reaches for my shoulder, to stop me from leaving. "That won't work anymore, Natasha. I'm calling Wanda. She offered to help me get an apartment." You spewed out, reaching for the door. It hurt. You no longer called her Natty, the sweet nickname you had gave her when your relationship was in an earlier stage. A simpler stage where you didn't have to question if she wanted to be with you.

You slammed the door behind you, goodbye Natasha.

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