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Two times isn’t a mistake

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Yelena and Kate fools Peter into a web of lies that eventually creates something more than a mischievous prank. [Loosely based on this incorrect quotes]

Warning: 18+ (G), fake relationships, comedy, pranks, fluff | Word count: 2.9k

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Innocence is spread alike melted butter on a blazing pan while mischievous were alike shrewd spiders crafting their lines of webs for the mean of capture their preys. However, such forms of concepts don’t entirely fit the idea of a young Spider-Man. There was a part of it there, a part of it that wasn’t there, and he was just him. How else would anyone at all, describe Peter’s vibrant personality, if not the use of innocence? Perhaps, the observable manner of being far too gullible, and naturally trusting of his company, then there’s the hitch of alteration to his personality in the company of his enemy.

By short, Peter Parker is just Peter Parker. A unique kind of a boy with the sudden necessity to preach of never making assumptions of someone. Especially after experiencing the life alternating conversation with Yelena and Kate.

Peter had entirely immersed himself into a clear consciousness to understand his team and know of their life better than before. He promised with the utmost dedication to never assume or ruin any relationships with his oblivion. The later was briefly alerted by the smart spy, and his dear friend, Yelena.

Though, there were numerous times in which his imposed threads of conversation had deflated into a mass of confusion than the expected cheerful expressions. The barriers in eras and newfound phrases seemed less suitable as source of conversations for someone like Steve. It doesn’t hinder by the man’s different period of existence, a sort of similar reaction was met from Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and a clear look of distaste from Tony. His secreted father figure was the biggest disappointment as he was sure that at least that man was more familiar with the current trends.

And with that, the start of an entirely new threads of confusion by the honorary aid of Yelena;

“Hi Mrs Romanoff!”

The habitual greeting from the younger boy, if not evoking such puzzlement, was recognisably polite and sweet. It wasn’t anything different from his usual friendliness. Everyone at the compound loved him, either visibly showing their love or a silent push for his improvement, you didn’t fall far from the family tree that prides on protecting the younger Avengers, alongside the mischief pair of Yelena and Kate. Then, there’s the additional new member, Kamala. They were simply too young to had fallen into the game of life and death, and yet, they bravely stood and assisted in necessary moments.

However, confusion does circle in your mind at the greeting. A sort of continuous sound in your head. You assumed at first, that indulging yourself in a book had taken your attention away and muddled your focus that you had misheard Peter. Maybe—you might had linked his words with those unspoken thoughts jabbing in your mind and compelling your tongue to utter those words, which was partly influenced by the cliché book of two best friends falling in love.

You reminded yourself, nevertheless of how it felt, it was purely a mistake that you rather not question and avoid raising any sort of attention to the topic. It would make matter worse and more embarrassing if someone had heard or worse, the sharp ears of her sister.

Her, this beautiful and so wonderful woman, your best friend, Natasha…

The brash thoughts of her appeared and dissolved into puffs of daydreams. Instead, you offered a kind greeting with a smile that was reflected eagerly on Peter. His cheeks almost seemed flushed with a certain hint of delight at your gesture.

“It’s such a nice day today,” Peter remarked, pointing his forefinger at the extensive window just steps away from where you were seated on the couch. “Well, I’m going to head out and start revising for my exams!” He added, and waved his hands, partly struggling with the books in his hands.

You chuckled with amusement at his antics. “It is a good day out. Have fun, Peter.”

Peter grinned, it seemed as though, the back-and-forth conversation had drawn more confidence for him to approach you than exchanging a sort greeting from across the room. It initiated your hand to clasp one part of your book then close it, knowing that your desired time at peace in the compound’s only library, would meet a certain halt. This was the only room in the entire building that was usually deserted. People alike Tony and Bruce, preferred their books delivered to their space and stayed there.

“Are you planning to head out too, Mrs Romanoff?” he asked first, his hands grasping tightly onto his books as he continued, “It’ll be so nice to read out there!” and his voice edge with a certain excitement. There was a lingering hope in his voice on if you would decide to join him.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the repeated name, and narrowed your gaze on him suspiciously. It occurred to you at that moment, you weren’t imagining his choice of name to address you. It wasn’t a mistake by your immersed attention on a good book or the deception of your thoughts. The sight of his confused expression at your seemingly odd reaction, deflects it as an intentional choice of words on his side. Two times isn’t a mistake anymore, isn’t it?

A conclusion was drawn hastily at his misinterpretation of your relationship with Natasha—which is just a friendship, simply two friends with a close platonic connection—but what could had led to such an assumption?

There was a suppose idea of what caused it, but soon as the figures of such appeared, the shrill voice of Peter had disregarded your thoughts.

“Mrs Romanoff?” he had called out, once then twice, with the same use designated term.

With your best ability of a former spy, you imitated the most natural look as your eyes discreetly surveyed every possible crook of the library. It was ensured after approximately ten seconds that a sneaky and sole name of Romanoff wasn’t hidden out of your sight. An extra pretence of such isn’t injurious, if you could avoid finding yourself replying towards a conversation that wasn’t yours. Perhaps, Natasha was there, stood directly behind you, and Peter was dressing her.

Mrs was a far stretch, but answering to a greeting that wasn’t yours was far worse.

Despite your clear emphasis of examining your surroundings, Natasha wasn’t there. She wasn’t situated right behind you, lips curled into a sure smirk, and her eyes gleaming of such certainty. The imagery picture of her remained imaginary, as the room was still occupied by the same two occupant sharing a minor exchange of words.

An audible sigh resonates through your throat. “Peter,” you spoke softly, hands grasping your book, and with absolute look of gentleness on your face. “I think you’ve….” and those words that pools in your mouth, stilled there, as the intentions of clearing a misunderstanding was overwhelmed by doe eyes gleaming with such innocence.

“Yes, Mrs Romanoff?”

He doesn’t flatter.

Thus, there was two solutions in your mind to solve this unanticipated mistake. Option one; you confront the young boy, explain clearly and kindly of the mistake he had made with such assumptions. Option two; you pretend that his extremely wrong depiction of your relationship with Natasha or his choice of addressing you, had never happened which allowed you the opportunity of not confronting him and being at the receiving end of his gloomy emotions at his mistake.

The decision was made as you waved your hand. “Have fun, Peter,” you concluded, and accepted ignorance for this peculiar matter. Peter doesn’t apprehend the change by the wide smile that surfaced his face as he waved at you, and making a clumsy exit out of the library.

For a moment, a minute or entirely too long for your eyes to remained glued on the door. You pondered of reasons for the incident that seemed to had only affected you. What was the reason suggested your surname was integrated with hers? Most importantly, why would you associate you as significant other with chosen term of Mrs? To stress on the matter, why would he assume that you were Natasha’s spouse?

Confusion declined to worry as you continued, the thoughts that floods your mind screeched an awful sound of the sheer outcome of this mistake. Someone was bound to overhear Peter’s means of addressing you, if not the aftermath of his tearful embarrassment of the truth, then it’s your treasured friendship with Natasha. There was a timid chance of stopping it, and resolving the issue immediately. A step that you had avoided in moment of weakness.

Amidst the near possibility of such outcome that dithered in negative, your mind impelled another flush of emotions that spoke in vibrant words; would it really be such an awful thing, if you were to be known as hers?

The warmth that spread your chest at the question, stirs the emotions from within your heart that roused such thumps and you couldn’t hinder the reaction, even when she was close. It’s an unconscious reaction to her, and only her. You tried shaking your head, eyes shut closed tightly at the voices that dared you to accept your repressed feelings. Those thoughts crafted such visualising images, false moments for if the feelings were declared on both ends, and it was the pre-existing moments that you held onto.

Reality is far better, not some fantasy that kept you awake through the night and only finding peace when she appears, basking in the night’s heavenly glow, and seemingly aware of your restlessness. It’s not right to feel this way for your friend.

What Peter had stirred from deep within your heart, was a common mistake. It wasn’t a reoccurrence thing on assumptions made of your significant other. The numbers of such were down at proud zero. Nevertheless, it was a mistake made in broad daylight, and you continue to view it as that. The easiest route to not disrupt your brain’s buzzing at the sheer feeling of being hers—was ignorance, and you dejectedly accepted it.

If Natasha found out, it wouldn’t end well for your heart or the friendship that mounted as a safe haven to you. Therefore, accepting rejection was better than experiencing it at first hand. The thought of so, to be stood there and listening to those words spill from her sweet mouth, such awful phrases of unrequited feelings, and that assumable feeling of love, it was heavy in your chest.

You rather accept defeat than face your worse opponent; the false idea of her returning the same feelings for you.

In that moment of spiralling, you weren’t aware of the security camera that was focused on you or the audio that picked at every sound from the rustle of paper when you flipped the pages from your book to the deep sigh that settled an ache in your chest. It was clear there, red light beaming, and you didn’t bother for a common machinery that was presence in the compound.

However, that scene of you was effortlessly broadcasted through a tablet which was propped against an unused tissue box. It emits a glow, reflecting on curious faces and one that held a triumph smile.

“This feels like those serials my mother loves watching,” the voice spoke, softening when your hands had concealed the expression on your face. Kamala, the new addition to their plan, who had gracefully joined the duo during her training break.

Kamala had merely made eye contact with Kate, before she was ushered into Yelena’s room. A reason of dullness was mentioned, another falling as blame for her best friend’s absolute focus on refilling the tiny vials on her bracelet. It was common reoccurrence for them to invite the younger over since befriending each other after a prank that pulled the most gruelling of screams from Bruce.

If anyone had questioned them, Bruce’s hair was tinted blue due to Hulk’s DNA adjusting to a different environment. He did visit a planet just weeks prior. It wasn’t caused by the two friends of mischiefs, and Kamala had not encounter anyone holding a suspicious looking shampoo bottle. In her defence, she was slightly buzzing from Carol’s speech on her development.

“I don’t get it yet, but it’s interesting,” Kamala quipped, shoulder bumping with Kate as the other nodded her head, continuing with naming shows she had watched or they should watch together on their next sleepover.

Yelena made a noise, a mix of a sigh then a hum. Her elbows were pressed on her thighs as head was propped on the palm of her hands. “It’s easy. We trick Peter, he believes us, and it makes Mrs Romanoff feel awkward, weird…uh, what’s the word, Kate Bishop?” she titled her head, meeting the eyes of her friend.

“Strange?” Kate offered, shrugging her shoulder as her friend seemed to contemplate the suggestion. “Wait, that’s the doctor,” she mused, eyebrows furrowed, and the sudden change of conversation was pondered by the three friends.

“Look! She’s moving!” Kamala roared, her hands slapping the body closest to her. “Sorry,” she half-heartedly apologised when Kate had groaned, falling as victim over the younger girl’s excitement.

As the security footage continued, the perfect image of your utter disbelief and contemplation on life, boredom slowly slipped into the three heads that sought for a little more entertainment. In matter of seconds, Yelena begun with hurling a single black coloured hairband at Kate. It followed with more, the back and forth between them had gather hairbands on the bed and floor.

While two friends carried on their act of hurling hairbands at the other then cheering at a successful catch or groaning with the thin black rubber seem to had disappear after a hurl, there was still one that sat silently. Kamala hasn’t spoken nor joined in their conversation, a look of confusion on her face, contemplation seemed to swirl in her wide eyes, and hands that grasped at the tablet.

“How long till he realises that…” Kamala paused, glancing at the friends to ensure she was heard. “Like…why would ever assume this was real? Like Y/n being married to Natasha?” she spoke in half guesses, partly afraid of wording her exact thought while want nothing more but to share it.

The pair shrugged in perfect unison, and briefly sharing at odd look at each other, before smiling at their synchronise action. Though, in their little world of absolute chaos and fun, the notable expression on Kamala’s face wasn’t overlooked by Yelena. It begun with the tilt of her head with strains of blonde hair following the motion, sharp eyes narrowed on the younger girl’s expression, and it ends when the later shakes her head, diverting her attention back on the tablet.

Kamala waved her hand absently. “I mean…have you guys seen them?” her mouth parted at the question then closed. She repeated the action several times before her waving her hands warily as if emphasising an explanation without spoken words.

The mere clarification provided not sort of understanding to her words or the unexpected situation that had trapped you into their ploy. In her mind, words spoke of a specific moment she encountered from her first visit of the compound just weeks ago, and the unexpected moments after. The first had left her cheeks warmth, puffing out air in utter embarrassment and words of apology had stumbled out of her mouth.

It wasn’t her intention. It was an accidental encounter. Kamala had plead, hands clasped together with the most innocent look on her face for Carol’s agreement to never speak of that incident again. Despite the teasing look she received for a week straight, or when the people apart of the incident was mentioned.

The incident in question; two spies in a warm embrace, your hand grasping Natasha’s jaw while both her hands were firmly situated on your waist, and the mumbles of words that sounded like secrets shared between two lovers.

Now, back in the once comfortable space shared with her friends, Kamala cursed internally as her eyes shut closed, lips pressed firmly and tongue pushed at the back of her teeth. The incident flashes in her mind, so mortifying that she could feel the heat that roused on her cheeks and neck. It doesn’t aid her case, not when her eyes fluttered open to meet the stern gaze of her friend.

Yelena doesn’t say a word, but her eyes were enough to follow through the implications that lead towards more. It was enough for Kamala too, almost feeling like her heart was ready to spill every little secret that she kept so securely, and not just the story of you and Natasha.

“What’s going on?” Kate asked instead, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks between two pairs in an unwarranted staring match.

Kamala sighed, looking away to only have her gaze stuck on her hands. At that, her expression seems to merge into one of confusion then another that imitates the stern look that seemed fixed on Yelena’s face at that moment, and the later where she’s reminded of how pretending wasn’t in her expertise.

“Peter! Guys, he’s never going to find out the truth…he’s Peter!” Kamala forced those words out her mouth, arms raised wide to exaggerate the reason.

Kate wordlessly nodded her head, a smile spreading on her face as she continued the conversation on their prank. She doesn’t realise the look on her best friend’s face, Yelena appeared unsatisfied, but she pretended, brushing away the slight tense on Kamala’s shoulder with a smile and the can of soft drink that she handed her.

The air carried a joyous sound of young adults conspiring against their own, but it’s fun, it’s nice, and the blonde among them announced again of her best prank to date. While her best friend added on points of where her own idea had improved their plan, and Kamala sat there, grinning happily at the exchange. Almost forgotten were incident that neither one of the two of them knew.

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gfmaximoff · 8 months

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 11 months

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Y/N: *on the phone* Tony? I need your help! I-

Tony: Is the compound on fire?

Y/N: ...no?

Tony: Then, it’s not an emergency *hangs up*

Peter: Well? What did he say? What do we do about the portal to hell in the living room?

Y/N: *shrugs* Apparently it’s not an emergency

Kate: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Y/N zip lines in and kicks a thug away from Kate…

Y/N: hi

Kate: hey youre gorgeous…what?

Clint hugs Y/N…

Clint: thanks for coming

Y/N: sure thing dad

Kate: d-dad?! you’re his—?!?

Y/N: yep. Who’s your partner, Dad? She’s beautiful

Clint: Y/N Kate, Kate Y/N

Y/N: pleasure to meet you Katie (winks)

Kate: (whispers) I know what I want for Christmas

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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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can you do rough g!p kate bishop??

BOYFRIEND

PAIRINGS: Kate bishop x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,149

WARNINGS: smut, cheating (R had a husband), kitchen sex, breeding, Kate has a dick, being caught, blood kink, knife kink, use of knives, kinda playboy!Kate, degrading, praise kink, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your walls clamped tightly around the younger woman’s cock as she drove into you, forcing her hand over your mouth in order to silence your loud moans. Your eyes squeezed shut while your body continued to rock back and forth, her smirk only bringing you more annoyance combined with a sick pleasure. Your husband was sleeping a singular room away, your body being placed on the cold counter of the kitchen as Kate stood in front of you. Her clothes had been discarded previously along with yours, creating a small pile of fabric by her feet but neither of you could care less about the mess.

“You need to be quiet, slut. Weren’t you just worrying about him hearing you?” She muttered in a hushed tone, yet you could still hear it loud and clear as the words seeped into your mind, the degrading nickname sending you into spirals. She picked up on this.

“Awh, you like it when Daddy tells you how bad you are? You must fucking love it, I can feel you clenching around me.” She moaned lowly, goosebumps traveling across her body as a chill went down her spine. You weren’t the first to be panting beneath her, but you were definitely her favorite sight out of all.

“C’mon, tell me, tell me how much you love it.” She removed her hand from your face, and before you could even process what she had done, whimpers were escaping you faster than the speed of light.

“I-I love it, Daddy.” She slapped your cheek, causing the rising tears to suddenly fall onto the now reddened skin.

“You love what, baby?” You threw your head back, hands fumbling to find her biceps as you held onto her for dear life. Her grip landed on your thighs as she held you firmly, her face close as she created marks of her arrival on your neck.

“I love it when- fuck! I love it when you treat me like a bitch, wanna be your slut.” She groaned, chuckling darkly in response. You should’ve never let her back in, but when she came to your door late at night after sending you a quick yet truthful ‘I miss you’ message, you knew there was no hope. You felt so shameful for acting on such sins, but it felt so heavenly when her cock would tear you up in ways your husband could never do.

That’s when it all started, her pinning you to the wall as she groped you through the loose pajamas you had worn for your partner, only to receive a small compliment before he went to bed, not even registering what you were ensuing or just not wanting it. Kate would never. She’d never miss an opportunity to worship your body in all the ways he failed to do. She thought, no, knew he was a fucking idiot for not falling to his knees and begging to make sweet love to you right then and there, so it was her job to make up for it.

“Maybe I’ll get you on your knees to suck me off like a dirty whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded sharply, placing your chin on her shoulder as she inhaled your scent. It was her favorite perfume, the one she bought you during her shopping spree where only you were on her mind, resulting in thousands of dollars worth of clothing, expensive jewelry, and slutty lingerie, none that were meant for your husband's eyes.

She fluttered her eyes open as her sight landed on a knife holder placed on the same counter you were just on, now you were in her arms and it was even better.

“Here’s the deal, baby,” She started. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock and in return, I’m gonna fill up this pretty cunt. Then, I’m gonna take that knife, and ‘ima carve my name on your beautiful body. So whenever Steve wants to fuck you, he’ll see that you’re all mine.” There was a part of you that feared the pain she’d cause, but the other side of you craved it. You craved her touch, whether it was sweet or painful, you wanted it all.

“Please- need your babies, Daddy.” You pulled on her long, black hair that caused an ache in her scalp, but she didn’t mind. Your feet dug into her ass, your legs around her waist starting to become sore.

“I’ll make you a Mommy, baby girl, I fucking promise.” She grabbed the sharp object, now holding your entire weight in just one arm. Her strength had always amazed you.

The blade sunk into you, causing you to let out a silent scream. She bit her lip as blood seeped out of you, droplets landing on the counter and floor. It hurt so bad, but it felt so good.

“You doing okay?” She asked in the heat of the moment, and you could feel the care she held for you, creating a puddle of warmth in your heart.

“Yeah, ju-just keep going…please?” She didn’t give a worded response, only continuing as you asked. You looked down, noticing the letter being carved into your soft skin. It was a K, and you realized there would be no hiding it from Steve. This was it. This was the moment when everything would change for better or for worse.

Her thrusts weren’t as fast but exchanged for a deep, powerful desire. She didn’t want to ruin her creation, she wanted it to be perfect, it’s what you deserved.

“Nothing but the best for my princess.” She admired her work before disposing of the knife, letting her thumb brush over the open wound. Now she could fulfill her promise, now she could release her finish deep inside of you like both of you had been wanting for months now. Ever since you two slept together for the first time, it all changed. You couldn’t get enough of one another, you’d grown addicted as if she was some sort of drug, a highly illegal drug that is.

“Cum.” A small phrase did so much as your release instantly hit, bringing Kate even closer. She wasn’t letting you go, not even when her thrusts stilled in response to her cum filling you up, a few drops leaking out of you and joining the mess on the floor.

“Take it. Fucking take it, whore.” You choked out a sob as you felt your womb being filled to the brim, just like she planned.

“I hope you get pregnant, just so I can show that bitch you’re mine.” There was a small moment of silence between the two of you, the only sound being your shared pants and your winces whenever she brushed over your torn skin.

“Y/N? Honey, is that you?” You both shared a look of fear when the deep voice was heard.

“Shit.”

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teaaagan · 3 months

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Sleepover

Clint: Have a sleepover they said.

Kate, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Y/N: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!

Peter: It’s called a fire extinguisher. A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!

-Glass shatters, something explodes, screams in unision-

Clint: It’ll be fun they said.

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incorrectquotesmcu · 2 months

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Y/n: I think I'm dating Kate.

Bucky: What?

Y/N: I'm not sure. It's just a possibility. I could be wrong.

Bucky: But how? When?

Y/N: Well, we spent the entirety of Tony and Pepper's wedding together and it was really nice and we had a really good time. We laughed a lot and we ate and then we danced.

Bucky: Danced? How? Was it a fast dance? Slow dance?

Y/N: It was a slow dance, a waltz. Kate can waltz.

Bucky: Kate can waltz?

Y/N, maliciously: Kate can waltz.

Bucky: ... Look how you just said 'Kate can waltz.'

Y/N: What? I'm just saying, I'm surprised that Kate can waltz.

Bucky: That sounded more like 'I'm surprised I still have my clothes on.'

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I request MCU characters if you walked in on them msterbting?

Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers, King Valkyrie, Tony Stark, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, teasing, blushing, getting caught, being flustered, mutual masturbation, humping

A/N: Wanna try this format for the MCU writing, tell me if you like it.

KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor

Oh please feel free to take a seat and watch the show. There's no embarrassment in this at all, they missed you so much, they were so excited to get home to you from a mission and then you weren't even waiting for them. They couldn't wait either so they helped themselves with their hands, imagination and toys. Your favorite toys too.

STOPS DUE TO EMBARESSMENT - Sam, Shang-Chi, Peter

Your bed is already stained with his cum when he sees you at the door, watching him pumping his cock in his fist. Did you hear him moan your name just now? Oh shit. He... doesn't do this often, he normally has you but tonight he couldn't help himself, he needed release and needed it fast. Wait... you... oh. Your mouth? Yes, please.

WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate

There's nothing hotter then watching you get off while you watch them get off to you. They want your legs spread, your pussy and clit on full display, your nipples hard for them while they encourage you with their words and their own pleasure. Is that all you've got? No, they know you can do better, they've seen it, they've made you do better. Try to keep up yeah?

NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU - Bucky, Loki, Tony

Might have taken things into his own hands at first and was humping your pillow like a feral animal in heat but now that you're here he has something much better to sink his cock into. What's wrong? Don't try telling him you don't want it now, you can't keep your eyes off his dick. As you can tell he needs you bad, are you really gonna deny him this now when you're so wet too? He didn't think so either.

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rxmqnova · 7 days

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Y/N: I'm having salad for dinner!

Kate:

Y/N: Well, fruit salad.

Y/N: Actually, it's mostly grapes.

Kate:

Y/N: Okay, it's all grapes.

Y/N: Fermented grapes.

Kate:

Y/N:

Kate:

Y/N: It's wine.

Y/N: I'm having wine for dinner.

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sytoran · 8 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑!

howdy! it's two weeks till october, and that means kinktober season. i've planned a very elaborate (and spicy) menu for you lot. it's my first ever kinktober event, so don't be too harsh on me. stay tuned for the good stuff!

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

🎃 minors dni! for the rest of yall please be mindful of warnings and tags before reading (a lot of these fics may contain sensitive/triggering stuff!)

🎃 all fics will be dom!reader x sub!marvel women. (mainly wanda maximoff and natasha romanoff). don't like, don't read.

🎃 posts relating to this kinktober event will be tagged as 'sytoran's kinktober 2023'

🎃 i generally like to write reader as more masc-representing, and only either fem!reader or gender-neutral!reader (no male!readers)

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

🎃 OCTOBER 001.

somnophilia | CW!wanda x beefy!avenger!reader summary: after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed. cont: mild non-con, vaginal fingering, begging, daddy kink

🎃 OCTOBER 003.

blowjob | secretary!natalie rushman x ceo!reader summary: natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file involves seducing a high-ranking executive, and the seduction goes smoothly. a little too well, in fact, that she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be. cont: reader has a cock, power play, begging

🎃 OCTOBER 005.

thigh-riding | IW!wife!wanda x gn!reader summary: you've always loved writing stories since young, but the tale of you and your wife writes itself, and it ends with a sweet happy-ever-after. cont: soft sex, established relationship, romance + fluff

🎃 OCTOBER 007. [POSTPONED]

stockholm syndrome | AOU!wanda x hydra!reader summary: after being taken as hostage by HYDRA's runaway assasin, newbie avenger wanda is prepared for pretty much anything, except developing feelings for her captor. cont: reader has a metal prosthetic arm, humiliation, degradation

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 009.

mermaphilia | mermaid!wanda x pirate!reader summary: as captain of a notorious gang of pirates, you've got a reputation of steel, but when there's a pretty little mermaid presenting herself for you, there's no chance in hell you're not saying yes. cont: sweet talk, begging, humiliation, overstimulation

🎃 OCTOBER 011.

size kink | roomate!natasha x werewolf!reader summary: despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for. cont: (very) rough sex, reader has a cock, breeding, creampie

🎃 OCTOBER 013.

knife play | bimbo!wanda x ghostface!reader summary: for years on end you've chased sweet revenge. from being your high school bully to the fount of your desires, wanda maximoff is your esteemed salvation and utter demise. today, you plan on taking it all back. cont: dubious consent, degradation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 015.

tit-fucking | milf!natasha x amab!reader summary: your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately. she tries possible solutions to lighten your mood, but eventually it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you wanna fuck her tits. cont: reader has a cock, teasing, possessiveness, praise

🎃 OCTOBER 017.

breeding press | housewife!wanda x amab!reader summary: your wife looks a little too good on a particular weekday morning. spoiler alert - you end up late for work that day. cont: reader has a cock, daddy kink, possessiveness, marking

🎃 OCTOBER 019.

public sex | milf!natasha x mechanic!reader summary: natasha's had a completely shit day, and the last straw is when her car breaks down on the way home. the unbelievably sexy mechanic who shows up to fix her car makes it an unforgettable night. cont: daddy kink, horniness, hot mechanic stuff

🎃 OCTOBER 021.

wall sex | cheerleader!natasha x footballer!reader summary: natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player, both on the field and with the ladies. however, she's always been good at getting what she wants. cont: very long fic, squirting strap-on, cunnilingus

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 023.

exhibitionism | agent!peggy x lieutenant!reader summary: there's nothing quite like a classic 1940s sapphic romance, except the element of 'forbidden' doesn't apply to you; you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers. cont: office sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging

🎃 OCTOBER 025. [POSTPONED]

aphrodisiac | witch!agatha x hunter!reader summary: during one of your hunting sessions in the woods, you stumble across a little wooden shack that wasn't there before. your curiosity gets the better of you, but you aren't prepared for what lies beyond. cont: non-con, sex pollen, riding, power bottom

🎃 OCTOBER 027. [POSTPONED]

caught masturbation | college!kate x professor!reader summary: kate's your best student, diligently attentive in your lectures. who knew that there were hidden intentions behind all that attention she paid to your teaching. or more specifically, you. cont: age gap, professor kink, humiliation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 029. [POSTPONED]

brat-taming | bimbo!wanda x sugarmommy!reader summary: what was supposed to be a relaxing day off at the bar turned awry when your pretty little girlfriend stepped in. wanda has a little too much fun toying with those sleazy men, so it's up to you to teach her a lesson. cont: bathroom sex, spanking, hair-pulling, degradation

🎃 OCTOBER 030. [POSTPONED]

omegaverse | omega!natasha x alpha!reader summary: while visiting your sister, kate, at the avengers compound, you stumble into none other than the black widow. there's big reputations, miscommunications, sexual tensions, and a whole lot of hot sex. cont: flirting, seduction, heat/rut, mating bite

🎃 OCTOBER 031. [POSTPONED]

mirror sex | barbie!wanda x gynecologist!reader summary: a sequel to 'doctor's orders'. wanda's curious nature to explore her new body intimately leads you to purchase a full-length mirror in your shared apartment. you teach her everything she needs to know. cont: fingering, guided masturbation, power play

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gfmaximoff · 7 months

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Yelena: It’s really frustrating.

Kate: What is it?

Yelena: Watching Y/N openly flirt with Wanda and Wanda not realizing it.

Kate, wearing a "Date Me Yelena Pls" shirt: Haha yeah, she's so oblivious.

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its-really-dry · 1 year

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y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*

tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?

clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*

tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*

wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians

kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*

yelena: you are. dumb suka

kate: then where are my booby-chargers?

y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*

kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*

tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question

#marvel #the avengers #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #the avengers x y/n #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff #tony stark #yelena belova #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader #kate bishop x reader #clint barton x platonic!reader

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manhattanminute2 · 9 months

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Avengers reactions to being called straight:

Carol: The fuck, no I'm not.

Maria Hill: Excuse the hell out of you?

Valkyrie: Ding dong, you are wrong!

Wanda: Who told you that? And why did they lie?

Kate: Rude.

Natasha: *punches the person*

#natasha romanoff #maria hill #carol danvers #kate bishop #wanda maximoff #valkyrie #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #kate bishop x reader #valkyrie x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #incorrect mcu quotes

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upat4amwiththemoon · 8 months

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I just saw a tiktok and I immediately needed to send you a request with wandanat and daughter reader 😭

(congrats for your driver license btw)

R is dating a girl but she's hiding that from her moms cause she knows they would be overprotective and make the girl run away with too many questions and all

Lets say one night she comes home after a party and her girlfriend walk her to her door, and since y/n drank a bit she forgets about the doorbell camera and wandanat see their daughter kissing the girl goodbye (make it cute please please🙏) and you can choose their reactions and all feel free to change anything if you want to write this 💕

Ring camera

Summary: Caught in the act.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: being drunk

Word count: 1582

a/n: ahh I absolutely love this idea!! I made Kate the girlfriend, hope that’s okay :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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With groans and grumbles, Kate finally manages to drag Y/N from her car to the front door of her house. “You should be glad I know you so well.” Kate mumbles, holding her arms tightly around Y/N’s waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She decided to be the designated driver, even though her girlfriend really wanted them to drink together at Gwen’s parents are gone house party, but Kate knows Y/N has a tendency to over drink and she’d be unable to walk home.

Y/N giggles, “I’m so lucky to have you.” She slings her arms up to wrap the around Kate’s neck, almost slapping her in the process due to her poor coordination. “You’re the bestest best girlfriend.” She has a dopy smile on her face.

The annoyance leaves Kate’s body quickly. She can only be happy when her girlfriend is looking at her like that, like a cute puppy who is full of love. “You’re the bestest girlfriend.” She argues back playfully, her hand rubbing Y/N’s back gently.

“Nuh uh.” She shakes her head. Her lower lip is between her teeth as she stares at the beauty in front of her. “I wish I could sleep next to you.” She whispers.

“I know.” Kate moves one of her hands up to Y/N’s head, her fingers tangling with her hair. “Me too, but we’ll hang out tomorrow.”

“Ye-“ she gets interrupted by a yawn. It makes Kate laugh.

“Will you be able to make it to your bed on your own?”

“I will, don’t you worry.”

She shakes her head at the grin on Y/N’s lips. Kate pulls her into a sweet kiss, holding her steady so she wouldn’t stumble too much during it. Y/N’s fingers play with Kate’s hair while they spend a good few minutes on the porch, kissing each other.

When they finally pull away, Y/N tightens her hold around Kate’s neck and leans her cheek to her shoulder, craving to be as close to her as possible. Even though Kate should be leaving soon so Wanda and Natasha don’t catch them out on their porch together, she tightens her hold as well, just as desperate to feel the warmth on her body.

“Your mums might wake up.” Kate’s voice is quieter due to being pressed against the top of Y/N’s head. “They aren’t supposed to see us.”

“I know.” Her voice is whiny, she really doesn’t want to leave this moment.

Chuckling, Kate pulls away slowly, giving Y/N one more kiss before opening the door with her keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hands the keys to Y/N, who is pouting by the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N’s is much lower now that the door open. She knows her moms wake up to the smallest of sounds. “Sleep well.”

“Good night, babe.” Kate walks back to her car, and the door closes.

Natasha stares at her phone screen, where the Ring doorbell camera feed is still going, while Wanda is looking at her wife’s face. “She’s dating Kate.” She states.

“She’s dating Kate.”

The two stay quiet as they sit on their couch, empty breakfast plates on the small table in front of them. One full plate is waiting on the kitchen table, it’s for Y/N once she finally wakes up.

“She was out drinking.” Natasha mumbles, closing her phone and putting it away. She rubs her face with a sigh. Her daughter isn’t supposed to be out drinking with her girlfriend yet.

“She isn’t too far from being able to drink legally.” Wanda has a pointed look, letting Natasha know she heard her thoughts. “I’m not liking the drinking part, but I guess she’s old enough to date?” The sentence comes out as a question. Truth to be told, she’s thinking the exact same thing Natasha is. In her mind, Y/N is still their little girl.

Natasha turns to look at her, by the look of her face, it’s clear she doesn’t believe Wanda. “It’s one thing to be dating and another to be hiding it from us. How long have they been together anyway?”

“Long enough to say I love you.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down at all.”

Shrugging, Wanda leans her back fully to the couch. She’s biting the inside of her cheek. It’s not that she has never wondered about Y/N dating someone, but now that the scenario is actually reality, she doesn’t know how to handle it. Especially since Y/N has been clearly hiding the relationship from them.

“I mean, we need to talk to her,” she runs her hand through her hair, “and Kate too.”

“Oh yeah. I want to know what her intentions are.” Natasha huffs before turning towards the stairs, hearing a door open and close.

Slow steps start coming towards the living room. When Y/N steps into the living room, she tries to clear up her face from the fatigue and hangover she’s feeling, which obviously doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. “Morning.” She mumbles with a small smile.

“Good morning.” Wanda and Natasha’s gaze follow Y/N as she picks up her plate and goes to sit at the dining table. “Could you come eat in the living room.”

With a frown, Y/N puts the chair back in it place and plops down to a loveseat next to the couch. “What’s up?” She starts nibbling her food, her appetite not entirely there because of last night’s activities.

“We,” Natasha glances at Wanda, “saw something interesting today.” Y/N hums, not getting where she is going with this. “This something was recorded by the Ring camera, on our front door.”

It takes a while, but after a moment, Y/N’s eyes widen and her whole face turns warm. She was too drunk to remember the camera on their doorbell yesterday, but now, everything that happened on that porch is rushing back to her memories. “Right.” She sets her plate to the table, clearing her throat. Her eyes avoid the burning haze of her mothers’.

“Would you like to tell us anything?”

“Hm, I-“ she opens and closes her mouth. The right words for this kind of situation aren’t coming to her mind. “Me and Kate are dating?” Her voice is high pitched as she kets out an uncomfortable laugh at the end of her sentence.

”How long?”

“Like,” she plays with her fingers, “nine months.”

“Nine?” Natasha’s brows fly up her forehead. “You two have been dating for almost a year and you haven’t told us.”

“Why did you keep it a secret?” Wanda asks.

“We haven’t even got a chance to talk to Kate about this!”

“This is something we’re supposed to know as your parents.”

“Hiding things in th-“

“This is why I didn’t tell you!” Y/N interrupts her moms’ ramblings. “Because you’re so protective and you’d scare her away.” She slumps her body on the seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at the wall near her, too nervous to look at her parents.

Wanda and Natasha turn to look at each other, as if they have no clue what their daughter is talking about. “We don’t scare people away.” Natasha scoffs.

“Yes you do! You interrogated my first crush so much she stopped talking to me completely.”

“We thought she changed schools.”

“Because you two would’ve probably killed her if you knew what actually happened.” She rolls her eyes. Her moms don’t dare to argue against that, both knowing that’s most likely true. “I just-“ she sighs, “I love, Kate. I don’t want her to leave because you two scare her away.”

Tilting her head, Wanda leans her body closer to grab Y/N’s hand. “Okay, we know we can be a bit overprotective sometimes,” Y/N gives her a look, “fine, most of the times, but you are still our little girl and we want to keep you safe.”

“Which means we need to meet Kate.”

“Fine, but you can’t interrogate her.” She stares at Natasha with a pointed look, challenging her mother, and Natasha never backs down from a challenge.

“We need to know what her intentions are.”

“If you do, you three can’t be alone, I’ll be there with you when you ask these questions.”

“Okay, we get to ask any questions we want.”

“You can ask two questions and then we’re going to my room.”

“Eight.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at the back and forth argument, but lets them settle it on their own.

“Five, and the questions go through me first.”

With a slight grin, Natasha nods, she’s oddly proud of her daughter’s ability to negotiate. “Alright, but the door needs to be open then centimeters and you can’t be here alone, one of us has to be home.”

Y/N groans at the rules, but accepts them, she knows those rules are nonnegotiable. “Fine,” she mumbles, “if she runs away after this I’ll be mad at you forever.” She says while standing up, ready to go back to her room to ask Kate over.

“If she runs away she isn’t right for you!” Wanda calls out after her.

“Blahblahblah.” She mumbles too quietly for the two women to hear before closing the door after here. There is a slight smile on her face either way, she’s kind of glad the most important people in her life can finally meet each other.

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