#nat smutt
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Hey can you write natasha x reader with the prompts 23, 32, 33, 39 thanks
A/n : it's smutt y'all minors stay the fuck away , alright? I gave my warning so let's proceed
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Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary : our sweetheart nat gets jelly over a man flirting with us, so she takes matters in her own hands
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Warning : smutt, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, jealousy, soft dom nat, sub reader, established relationship.
Word count : 1.5k not proof read.
Note : I'm so sorry for taking this long, my laptop broke and I had to get it fixed so so sorry, here I completed this so fast my god 😭
"word" - dialogue
I sat by the counter with a glass of negroni in my hand while this man, who's name i forgot long ago, kept blabbering in front of me, i needed more than just negroni to deal with this good for nothing shit bag, i sighed internally and gave him a smile on whatever he was talking about, why was I doing this? Well being the caretaker of Avengers came with pros and cons and this was being a HUGE con in my ass.
After pepper stepped up as the stark industries CEO, i interviewed for the caretaker replacement and to my pure shock i got it, it's been 5 years after that, now I'm stuck here in another extravagant tony stark Saturday party he hosts, which i absolutely hate but organize it for him anyway, if i remember vaguely, this man was talking about sponsorship and in any way do we need sponsors right now, because i didn't wanted to come off rude i sat talking to him, which , right now, is giving me a migraine in my right temple.
"So you see, that was my idea, and maybe we can discuss some more about this tomorrow at coffee? My treat " he said smirking, placing his hand on mine, i pulled back but he held it strongly and i was getting uncomfortable, he had made several advances in the "5 minutes" he requested from me, that turned out to be an hour, but i declined them all, and was about to do it again but someone beat me to it "I'm quite sure, she said no multiple times before or are you specially deaf for the word 'no'?" Relief instantly floods in me as i hear Natasha speak, God did i want to get out of here, he looked scared for a moment before he speaks out of pure idiocy "i was asking her, and i don't take no for an answer, so i do not see why you are interfering in between us" and he had the audacity to slip his arm past my waist, i recoiled back, pushing him away but natasha didn't hold back and punched him in the face, that idiot fell to the ground, hitting his head on the hard floor, stumbling to stand up, blood ran down his nose as he blabbered " you bitch, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Fucking bitch" nat just rolled her eyes " i don't give half a fuck who you are, touch my girlfriend again and i won't just stop at a punch" with that she grabbed my wrist, pulling me away, the crowd was staring at the scene we just made, that included tony, who was giving nat thumbs up.
The crowd parted for us and by the time we got to the stairs, nat threw me over her shoulder as i awkwardly smiled at the onlookers, tony was laughing his ass off, when we finally got to our room, she placed me on our bed while looking down at me, i pouted " you didn't have to punch him you know?" She scoffed at that. I propped myself up on my elbows. "I didn't like the way he was staring at you" I laughed as she went to grab something from the cupboard " how do you know?" She turned around trying to form words but nothing came out "umm.. I was looking" It sounded more like a question than an answer but then it hit me and I gasped loudly " were you checking me out?" Her denials fell on deaf ears as I gushed over her, finally I spoke coherent words "were you jealous?" She rolled her eyes at that but i didn't let it fool me, she was jealous, when he was making those advances, heat rushed to my cheeks and southwards as it gave me a weird thrill, she finally replied, pulling me close to her, she already changed into different clothes while i was still in my black cocktail dress " so what? Nobody looks at what's mine in a wrong way, let alone touch you" I blushed, she leaned down kissing the base of my throat, automatically her hand traveling down to my hips. "Oh yeah?" My voice came out much breathier than expected, she cocked an eyebrow up, a devilish smile forming on her face " show me you're mine" and as if on command my hips bucked against hers, she crashed her lips against mine, as ecstasy shot through me.
Nats nimble fingers untied the knots of my dress, pulling down the zip in one fluid motion while her mouth left trails of hickies blooming on my neck, her other hand gathering the fabric of my dress up and pulling down my very soaked panties down, her smirk was almost unbearable to me, i would have scoffed at her if i wasn't squirming under her form for more, my eyes fluttered shut as she slid two digits down my folds, back arching while she teased my entrance, my skin felt hot, sweat forming on my forehead, the dress sticking to my skin, so i took it off completely, leaving my bare body with just the bra on, she tsked "so impatient, huh?" But my mind was already fogged so without saying another word i pulled her in for a kiss, i moaned into the kiss when her fingers finally left the rim and entered completely, i went to grab her side but the shirt she was wearing got in between, frustrated i pulled it off her, she didn't care one bit, keeping the pace steady, pumping her fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, I bucked my hips to get more friction but she stopped entirely, fingers stilling inside me , I whimpered as she said "do not move till I say so, I will let you come when I want you too" her fingers regaining the speed but still not fast enough and I was left blubbering mess beneath her.
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Clothes were scattered on the floor long ago, my screams and moans filled our room, if it weren't for the sound proofing, the media would be outside our door by now. I clutched onto her Ruby hair, as she glided her tongue up my slit, sending shivers down my spine, my legs thrown over her shoulder, her nose brushing over my sensitive clit, I was close to my edge, just another push and I'll be tumbling down, the knot in my stomach too tight, i groaned tugging on her hair "nat please" she just tutted against my cunt "you wanted this, now it's either you take what i give you or nothing at all" I whimpered, knowing she'd do just what she said, if I didn't comply, my mind was a mush, her skilled tongue lapping up my juices like a starved man but she did not give me the release, pulling back just enough to leave me groveling for her to go further, hands clamped on my thighs, she sucked on my clit and my back arched in response, my delirious mind swirling in thoughts of nothing but her hands on me, her kitten licks pushing towards the edge yet again, this time i didn't tell her, i was desperate to cum, i needed to but as if she knew what i was doing, she pulled back completely, my hand immediately flying to pull her back but she chuckled, her mouth smothered with my juices as she licked it off her lips.
She climbed on top of me, grinding her hips against mine, stimulating me more and more , my head rolled back , eyes scrunched shut, breathing labored but she had other plans , leaning down near the shell of my ear , her breath tickling me she said " say that you're mine, say it and I'll give you what you need, sweetheart" I whimpered, as quickly as I could I said " I'm yours, please, I'm all yours" she smirked, all the while teasing my entrance with her fingers, finally pumping into me, her fingers skillfully scissoring me inside, brushing my g-spot with every hit, and in no time I was coming on her fingers, the slick gushing out, smearing the already dirty bed sheets, I heaved, riding down my high, as she laid beside me chuckling and licking her fingers, I turned around and buried my face in her chest, her arms enveloping me, she caressed my hair lightly, kissing my forehead, giving me a break from before but before I could even process what's happening she pinned me down again, her voice rough "I'm not done with you just yet" and right then I knew I won't be getting any sleep tonight….
© god-of-mischiefs 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬
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#natasha x you#natasha x reader#mommy natasha#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#natasha marvel#scarlett johansson#natalie portman#nat smutt#natasha smut#marvel cenimatic universe#marvel characters#i love you boo 😚#marvel#marvel mcu
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Maroon - A Collection of Marvel Women One Shots Materlist
Check out my Dark One Shot list here
Feeling Used (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
Because Of You (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
Ups and Downs (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)
Lots of Love (WandaNat)
Taste (Female Avenger Reader X WandaNat)
Vigilante (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)
Because Of You: The Big Day (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
You Have Me For The Night (Female Reader X WandaNat)
Vampire Things (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
Ups and Downs Pt. II (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)
Bullseye (Deaf Female Reader X Kate Bishop)
You're Not Alone (WandaNat)
Because Of You: Someone New (Natasha Romanoff X Maria Hill)
You Left Us (Female Skrull Reader X Carol Danvers)
Cabin Trip (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
I'm Free Tonight (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)
Inspiration (Female Reader X Painter Wanda Maximoff)
The Mysterious Woman (Female Reader X Maria Hill)
A Night In The City (Female Reader X Yelena Belova)
A Sokovian Flower (Female Tattoo Artist Reader X Wanda Maximoff)
Giving My Heart To You (Female Sorceress Reader X The Scarlet Witch)
Ups and Downs The Final Part (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)
dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics
#fanfic#y/n#fluff#angst#smutt#smutty#masterlist#18+ content#female reader#vampire#hydra#one shot#slow burn#drabble#natasha romanoff#nat#wandanat#wanda x natasha#scarlett#scarlet witch#olsenmyolsen#dark#cute shit#cutness#witchy#witch aesthetic#yelling#fucking#white widow#black widow x you
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Ready to Comply Soldier ?
Loki x Bucky/winter
Bucky has a surprise for Loki when he comes back from a mission.
Warning: smutt, established relationship
Bucky was sitting in the kitchen at the tower absentmindedly eating his cereal. But his mind was on trying to figure out if he really wanted to try something new. He worried about his boyfriend. Wanda walks into the kitchen and greets Bucky as she opens the refrigerator. But when she closes the door she doesn't hear a response. She turns around to see Bucky eating and mumbles under his breath.
Wanda walked over to him and shouted "Bucky!" That doesn't phase him so she walks to the table and eats alone. After he's done he goes to the sink and cleans his dishes. He rubs his cock as he bites his lip. Then continues walking to his room having a conversation with himself. As he is laying on the bed thinking he rubs his cock with his hand. He misses his boyfriend. When he heard the airplane noise he got up and ran to the roof. He slams open the door and waits till the airplane lands and the hatch comes open. He bounces on his feet waiting for his beloved king.
Once he saw Steve come out then Nat greeted them as they walked passed. He finally saw his beloved walking down the hatch. He had tears in his eyes as he bolted towards Loki. He jumped and hugged him as he kissed his neck, chest, and face. "I was worried sick about you, my king!" As he continues to kiss him and hug him. Loki laughed "sorry my pet the mission was a lot longer than planned. I missed you alot too. Why not we go to my room and get re-quanted?" As he tries to pull Bucky off of him but he whines and shakes his head. "No daddy, I want to be near you! I missed you too much!" He laughs "ok my pet let's go to my room."
They walk to Loki's room and he sets Bucky down even when he protects. "I noticed someone was wet when we walked down here to my room?" Loki giving Bucky a stern look. "Sorry daddy, I wanted to talk to you about something. Then I realized I'm getting horny, and clingy. I just missed you so dang much!" Loki leans over and kisses Bucky "I missed you too so dang much! Now what's the idea?" "Oh well you know how you said let's try some new things in bed?" "Yes?" As Loki nods his head. "Well there is one new thing I want to try. I have been thinking about it while you were away but I trust you explicitly for this." "What is my love?" "I want you to have sex with me but put me under hypnosis and bring back Winter!"
Loki was shocked looking at Bucky just staring at him. When he thought he could form words he asked "are you sure baby? Will it even work? I mean Wakanda made sure your words didnt work anymore. Do you really want to do this?" Bucky pulls him over and kisses his lips to shut him up. After the kiss they separated Bucky was looking at Loki. "My king I completely trust you that's why I am asking you this. You know I have trust issues." Loki nods "you do! Ok first off thank you for trusting me second how should I bring back winter?" "The words are gone so they won't work. What about your magic baby?" "It might work" as he thinks about it "ok are you comfy?" "Yes sir!" He shivers "you know what you do when you call me that!" He smirks as he closes his eyes and takes Bucky's hands as he chants a powerful spell.
Bucky looks around and sees they are lifting up off the bed as he closes his eyes. He feels his mind going blank and going under Loki's hypnosis spell. After a while they sit back on the bed and Loki opens his eyes and asks Bucky "soldier?"
Bucky opens his eyes where the color of his irises used to be. Instead he looks up at Loki "yes sir?" "Are you ready to comply?" "Ready sir" Loki grins "it worked!" "What are my orders sir?" Loki missed his sweet wolf but this is what he requested so he takes a breath. "I want you to pleasure me. Unzip my pants now!" As he barks orders Bucky quickly unzips Loki's pants, then boxers. Throwing them on the ground he rubs his hands over his cock and rubs hard and fast over Loki's cock. Loki pushes Bucky closer "I want mouth soldier!" "Yes sir sorry sir"
He opens his mouth and deep throat suck his cock. As Loki spread his legs and leans back and sighs. As he puts his hand on Bucky's hair and tugs earning him a moan from the soldier. He felt him massage his balls while he was gagging deep throating Loki's cock. Loki was moaning he tugged at Bucky's hair and pulled him towards his cock more. "I bet you can be a good boy for me and take more can't you?" As he says it in a sweet voice but he's tugging Bucky's hair. Bucky moans loudly as he feels his precum coming and licks Loki's cock.
"You can't cum without permission, soldier!"
Bucky whimpers but nods his head "yes sir!" as Loki gives him all of his cock that the head is down his throat. Bucky gags but sucks like a good soldier. Loki starts thrusting into Bucky's mouth as Bucky moans and gags. As he feels his cock getting precum. As he can feel the drips going down his mouth. Loki grunts as he goes faster, thrashing hard and deep into Bucky's mouth. That he fears he's going to break his mouth. Loki shoots cum into Bucky's mouth and taps Bucky's nose. "Open soldier you were a good boy for me" Bucky grins and opens his mouth. Loki moves back while his cock continues spurting cum all over Bucky's mouth and face.
Loki smirked "clean this up now or no cumming for a week!" As he watches Bucky lick clean his face. Loki snapped his fingers and Bucky came back "wha what happened?" As he feels cum dripping from his face he licks it off and tastes it "we had sex? Did I turn into a soldier again?" He asked while Loki smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, my pet to both questions. How do you feel?" "I feel good satisfied and good!" "Good, I gave you the ability to know what's going on.” Bucky blushes "I liked when you go feral my love." Loki smirked "I'll make note of that my dear pet now let's get you cleaned up and go to bed."
As Bucky gets the towel Loki lays down on the bed. Waiting when he comes back he slowly cleans. Loki's cock with a hot towel as Loki hisses then Bucky kisses it. Then Loki bends up and goes up to Bucky's mouth and cleans the mess. "Feeling better, my baby boy?" Bucky blushes and nods as he goes under the cover naked. Loki follows behind as they curl up together and fall asleep.
@vbecker10 @superdcchick
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Jeg har haft en crazy nat!!
I går aftes mødtes jeg med nogle af de andre udvekslingsstuderende på en bar med planer om at tage videre på en klub. Jeg havde skrevet med en Tinderfyr om måske at møde ham på klubben senere, men da jeg var ude for at vape, var han der med sin ven. De fulgtes med os hen til klubben, hvor vi fandt ud af, at der var 16€ entré, så vi besluttede os for at lade være.
Vi spurgte min Tinderfyrs ven om råd, fordi han bor her i byen, og endte med at beslutte os for en klub, vi ville på. Imens vi gik derhen, hev en af de tyske piger mig til side og forklarede mig, at min Tinderfyrs ven var en catfish, hun havde været på date med, som brugte et fake navn og billeder, og derfor ville hun tage hjem. Jeg tilbød selvfølgelig at bede dem om at smutte, men hun var fast besluttet på at ville hjem. Da vi ankom til klubben, gik jeg hen og konfronterede catfish-gutten, der benægtede alt. Jeg sagde, at jeg troede mere på min veninde end ham, at det er fucking creepy adfærd, og så gik jeg ellers ind på natklubben og lod de to fyre stå dér.
Ikke engang et kvarter senere kom min Tinderfyr ind uden sin ven. Han sagde, at han havde konfronteret ham med det, og vennen havde tilstået sine catfish-metoder på Tinder. Min fyr havde så efterladt ham udenfor og var kommet ind til mine venner og mig alene (hvad jeg egentlig syntes var lidt cool).
Tinderfyren bondede og bromancede meget med en af gutterne fra Canada, og jeg fandt det meget charmerende, at han sådan brugte tid på at tale med mine venner i stedet for at være klistrende over for mig. Sidst på aftenen kyssede han mig i rygerummet, og vi blev enige om, at han da skulle med mig hjem og se min enmandsseng (han bor i Helsinki). Han er først lige taget hjem, men han har kraftedeme givet mig SUGEMÆRKER på halsen!! Udover det var det en dejlig nat, men æjh, de sugemærker…
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Min kærestes dyre elcykel blev stjålet i nat. Jeg kunne ikke lade være med at grine lidt og joke med at det måske var et tegn på, at det var på tide at skaffe en almindelig cykel. Jeg har før nævnt at han skulle overveje at købe en cykel uden el, fordi han snart skal have barnesæde bagpå, og at han altså ikke skulle cykle som en sindssyg på sin elcykel med vores barn bagpå.. den joke var han sgu ikke så glad for. Fik sgu lige det onde blik der. Jeg skyndte mig bare at gøre mig færdig og smutte afsted på arbejde
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loved the new chapter!! i fr cried when nat left r in the room and cried even more when she came back. i need someone like that in my life🤭
and the smutt was amazing! you did a great job once again!!!🫶🏻
thank you thank you thank you!!!! this meant alot!! i'm so happy you enjoyed it ❤️
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R&R
Prompt written for Falliam Frenzy Week 4 - “Are you flirting with me?” and “…or we could make out.”
This isn’t nearly as angsty as my other stuff - thought I would let these two have a little fluffy moment hehe
Femperial was a success — not just profitable, not just breaking even, but a real, bonafide success. By the end of their first year, Fallon had managed to double their profits, bringing in almost fifty new authors to publish and help launch careers for, and she did it mostly single-handed (by and large because she couldn’t loosen her grip on the reigns). It was a somewhat thankless job, not that she minded. Work was the only life Fallon really knew, and the one she felt most comfortable in.
Liam would watch and offer his help when he could, which … wasn’t very often, because he didn’t actually understand the business side of his own industry. It made him feel a little foolish that mostly what he was good for was bringing her too many cups of coffee to count. Fallon never complained, though — never expected him to do anything for her, never mind what he already was. She would just smile, and thank him gently, before turning back to her computer.
There was something almost confounding about watching her focus — eyes squinted, lips parted gently, bent slightly forward towards her computer screen. It wasn’t necessarily when she was her most flattering (at least that’s what she would tell him), but it was certainly when she was least worried about what others thought of her. It was intrinsic, and personal, and passionate.
Today is different.
Usually when Liam came, she would tell him that she was too busy for visitors, not that he would listen. Today, though, she had simply smiled as she accepted the coffee and kiss on the cheek, because she actually was too busy for visitors, let alone the three minutes that their usual useless banter. He noted the change in their routine, as well as the way her jaw clenched as she continued typing away at what he assumed was an email, but he hadn’t looked at long enough to be sure.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you its not nice to stare?” Fallon teased, eyes maintained on the screen.
He was seated on the couch, legs crossed with a book abandoned against his chest, and his hands placating a now cold and mostly untouched latte. Liam smirked, making the dimple in his left cheek protrude.
“Actually my mother was always upset when I didn’t stare.” He mused.
She rolled her eyes, heaving a sigh, because of course that would be Laura Van Kirk’s prerogative. There was a ping from her computer before she could respond. Fallon tensed, biting the inside of her cheeks and clicking the email open. The further she got into it, the further her face fell, and the more Liam’s concern subsequently rose.
“Fallon?” He murmured, standing from his perch and coming to lean next to her.
She closed the email before he could read beyond Dear Ms. Carrington, tensing as she starts searching through her files for only god knows what. Liam backed off the desk pressing his hands out as if to signal his white flag. She relinquished almost immediately, exhaling heavily and pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, and for the first time Liam saw her for what she was: exhausted. A pang of guilt settled in his stomach for not having seen it sooner — for not even considering the fact that after launching her own company with all bets against her, she must be …
“You need a break.” Liam murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder and kneading into the spot behind her shoulder blade.
Fallon groaned in protest, but did nothing to stop the contact. “I don’t have time.” She mumbled, and he could feel her back tense again at the omission. “If I don’t secure the Griffin option before one of those little Penguin gremlins gets to her, that’s it for Femperial.”
“It’s one option, Fal.” Liam looked at her like she was speaking another language. “I don’t think it will make or break you.”
It’s the first time all day that she looks at him, and he almost wishes she hadn’t. Fallon’s blue eyes are bloodshot, and unfocused, and maybe a little panicked, and her lips are pursed into a decidedly uneasy grimace. She’d been pulling late nights, Liam knew that, but he’s beginning to think he doesn’t know the full extent. He’s always asleep by the time she gets home, and she refuses to wake him. Liam’s grown used to taking her word for it when she promises that she’s home no later than midnight.
“Jesus, when’s the last time you slept?” Liam breathes, his brow furrowing.
“I’m fine.” She huffs, rolling her shoulder away from his grasp. “At least I will be once Griffin responds to my email instead of getting one of her assistants to do it for her.”
“Well have you called her?”
Fallon quirks an eyebrow. “She hates phone calls ... she’s an author, Liam. I swear you and your kind are going to be the death of me … what ever happened to face-to-face communication?”
He smiles at the hyperbole, but he thinks she might be right judging on how close to the bone she’s working herself. She’s mentioned the Griffin option once or twice — Leila Griffin, a prodigal eighteen year old fiction writer who had just finished her first full-length novel. Liam had pushed her to fight for it because it was, admittedly, an impressive opportunity. He doesn’t realize what pushing for something means in her mind, though, but now here she is - running almost purely on coffee (and some Adderall she stole from her father’s medicine cabinet, not that either Liam or Blake know about that), and going out of her mind over one book option.
“You need a break, Fallon.” Liam repeated, cupping her face softly in the palm of his hand and reveling in the way it made her eyelids flutter. “You know, rest? Respite? Relaxation? Any of these words ringing a bell?”
She rolled her eyes at his alliteration, swallowing down a giggle, and fixing him with the closest thing to annoyance that she could muster. He had grown impressively adept at making her pause, and it was equally comforting and aggravating. Fallon loved her work — more specifically she loved doing her work — because it was only her’s.
She had grown up with the expectation of her future holding marriage — more specifically, marriage as a means of some business merger for Carrington Atlantic, she would come to realize. The first Christmas she can remember is when she was six and her brother as ten. Steven had received a chemistry set, and his first briefcase (amongst other things … they are the Carringtons, after all). Fallon, on the other hand, got clothing, and her first eyeshadow pallet. She would smile, and thank her parents gently, and try to ignore the disappointment she felt settling in her stomach, because truth be told she was too young to really articulate why it was there in the first place.
Femperial is the first time she’s felt like her life has direction, like she has direction outside the confines of expectation and without anyone’s aide. It had started as a passion project — something to occupy her from the crippling devastation that came with Liam’s absence, but …
By the time he was back (and actually remembered being back), it was a career, and one she loved, but one that Liam thought was starting to run her ragged.
“I know what a break is.” Fallon snapped, but he saw the humor glinting behind her gaze.
Liam smiled in return, tilting his chin before leaning forward to kiss the top of her head. “Well then,” He mumbled into her hair, “maybe you should bring it into practice before you go crazy. Or … drive Griffin crazy.”
Fallon felt he way her nerve endings tingled and fizzled as he formed the words against the roots of her hair. Her eyes closed, and he took it as permission to bring his kiss from the top of her head, to her cheek, to the space just below her jawline, and —
“Liam …” Fallon whined softly. “I can’t. Not here.”
“You’re the boss, last time I checked.” Liam whispered, marveling at the soft murmur his lips moving against her bare skin elicited from the woman.
Fallon gigged, grabbing him by the chin and kissing him squarely. “Maybe so, but that actually makes me more culpable … last time I checked.”
Liam groaned when she rolled her chair a few centimeters away from him, but complied, reclaiming his seat on the far side of her desk. She watched as he placed the book he had been largely ignoring back on his lap and quirked an eyebrow upward. Fallon chuckled, shaking her head, before returning back to whatever she had been doing prior to the interruption on her computer. Liam watches her brow furrow as she returns to her work, before heaving a sigh and unfolding the page of his novel.
He’s not sure how long they sit like that — long enough that the next time he looks up from his half finished book, the sun is golden, and Fallon is … she’s asleep? Liam thinks, crooning his eyes to wear her head is placed on the crook of her elbow and her curls are spilling over the edge of her desk. Oh my god she fell asleep.
He has half a mind not to wake her — Fallon’s stillness is something of a relief if he’s being honest — but he knows that if he doesn’t, someone else will eventually barge into the office looking for her, and that would simply mortify her. From his vantage point he can just barely make out the way her ribcage rises and falls to give way to the slowness of her lungs expanding. Liam smiles, closing his book delicately, and coming beside her.
“Hey.” He whispers, pushing a few strands of hair off her cheek with his index finger before tracing the profile of her face.
Fallon stirs, mumbling softly, but otherwise does not change. Liam can only assume that its the equivalent to her rolling over were they in bed, Liam thinks, and has to stifle the laugh that threatens to spill over his lips at the sigh.
“Fallon, babe, wake up.” He practically sings before leaning over to kiss her cheek.
She wakes with a start, then, practically knocking the side of her head into the front of his as she sits upright, placing her hands on the desk like she’s holding on for dear life, and snapping her eyes open.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Liam gripes.
“How long was I out.” Fallon groans, blinking her eyes and checking her phone screen as she once more orients herself with where she is.
“Not sure. A while, I think.” He shrugs. The brunette looks at him, and his smile falls when he sees the panic streaking across them. “What’s wrong?”
“The … the goddamn Griffin option.” She breathes. “It was due at three.”
Liam fumbles with his coat pocket until he finds his phone, clicking the home button, and … shit. His eyes close, breath dropping out of him in as his knuckles close around his phone. “It’s 4:30.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” It comes as a dangerously low grumble, and he jerks his gaze towards her.
Fallon isn’t just angry, she’s pissed — cheeks red, eyes narrowed, lips drawn into a snarl. Liam looks at her a little incredulously, because … it’s not my fucking fault. He doesn’t say it, because he knows it won’t help, and ultimately he knows that she doesn’t actually think it's about him. Which begs the question …
“Fallon what the hell is wrong?” He asks, and before she can snap back, adds, “Really?”
It was rare for him to come to her dance recitals. As a matter of fact, Fallon can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her in the audience. When she joins the competitive team at her school, and even earns herself a solo, she had begged Blake to come. He complied less because he was proud, and more because he was curious.
She was a beautiful dancer, admittedly, and were she not born into the family she was, it might have made a viable career option for her. Blake had watched her dance, and feels something akin to pride. It was short lived, though, when awards were announced and she came in second. He left before the ceremony was over, stalking back to the car, and sucking down scotch in the back of Bentley while he waits for her.
She’s thirteen the first time her father tells her that she’s “a Carrington. Loosing is not an option, Fallon.”
“I lost!” She shrieks. “I … fuck, I didn’t even loose, I just wasn’t a contender!”
Liam realizes that what he had mistaken at panic in her wasn’t that at all — it was grief. Grief over a lost option, over something that she would see a million more of during her time as a publisher, that she would lose a million more of.
“Fallon, it’s ok.” He says, and its a little harsher than he means it to sound, but … is she fucking serious?
“No it’s not, Liam.” Fallon rasps, shooting out of her chair and slamming her hands on her desk. “If I can’t even get a goddamn eighteen year old to sign with me, how is anyone going to take me seriously? Leila Griffin was a perfect client for us, and I dropped the ball, because I was —“
“Because you were tired, Fallon.” He cuts her off, ignoring the sharp look it earns him. “Because … Jesus, because you’ve been working nonstop, and you’re not taking care of yourself.”
It hits her like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, is that what this is about?”
Liam’s brow furrows as he tries to keep up. “What … what? What what is about?”
“The visits.” She seethes, color rising in her cheeks once more. “The coffee, asking me to wake you up when I get home, and your incessant company. Is … is this all because you’re trying to fucking play doctor?”
“I’m trying to help, Fallon.” He shoots back, his voice low in his tenor. “I was trying to take help take some of the pressure off of you! Jesus, what did you think this was all about?”
“I thought you were flirting!” Fallon shrieks, arms jutting out to her sides like she’s presenting tangible evidence. “I thought you were — … ! I … fuck, I don’t know! I thought you were bored, and looking to be preoccupied, or something. That’s all!”
He can’t help but laugh by the time she’s done, because even she sounds uncertain about her reasoning. Liam watches the muscles in her shoulders release as she considers what she’s just said.
“Ok … maybe … maybe, like, deep in my subconscious, I knew why you were here, but that doesn’t change anything.”
He’s full on cackling by the time she’s done, which he thinks she might kill him for, but he doesn’t care. he starts to giggle too, covering her face with her hands to hide her smile. It’s almost off putting, because he’s really expecting her to be angry, or defiant, but she’s just …
“Maybe I am tired.” She mumbles, the sound getting muffled into her palms.
“Are you sure? I think you’re doing great.” Liam teases, silver eyes glinting, and Fallon groans softly, and yeah … she’s sorry. Liam pulls her into his arms, the scent of his shampoo making him heave a contended sigh.
“You’re gonna have a million opportunities thrown at you, Fal.” He levels, weaving his fingers through her curls. “You can’t win ‘em all. Hell, no one expects you too.”
He thinks he might have hit on something when he says it, because she pulls away (not before he can feel her tense in his arms) and looks at him with stormy blue eyes, it takes everything in him not to break her gaze, because she looks so somber. He thinks there’s something particularly unsettling about somberness on her because it requires a certain amount of defeat, and Fallon Carrington does not go down without a fight.
It might be the first time she hasn’t been punished for making a mistake. A sheer B+ was reason enough for Blake or Alexis to come down on their children, going so far as to insult their characters when they were especially upset with them. Fallon has heard how mistakes are her fault so many times that she’s effectively learned how to stop making them - or at least how to project the blame. It makes for a great businesswoman, but a sometimes shitty woman, woman. In a lot of ways, Fallon owes who she is to them, which is as much reason to love them as it is to resent them, she thinks.
“I was off my game.” Fallon inhales when she sees a way out within what he says. “I do need a break.”
She spins, clicking a few buttons on her computer. He hears it whirr and hum for a moment before falling silent, and he realizes with a decent amount of relief that she’s turned it off. Fallon, on the other hand, seems uncertain, her fingers trailing idly on her keyboard as she brings her gaze back to him. Liam smiles softly, reaching for her hand and squeezing it softly.
“This is a good thing.” He says, and he’s only half teasing her.
Fallon bites the inside of her cheek, giving him a knowing glare, before squeezing his hand back. She hadn’t realized how quiet her office was without the humming of her desktop, and she’s not sure yet if she likes it. Her eyes flick to the window pained door that separates where she and Kirby work. The other woman’s desk is covered in papers and empty coffee cups, but there’s no sign of her.
Or anyone else, for that matter.
“Where did everyone go?” She murmurs mostly to herself.
Liam shrugs, the image of everyone finding times to sneak out before she woke up flashing through his mind. He doesn’t say anything, just places his free hand on the small of her back and kisses her delicately. She squeaks at the jolt in movement, before melting into him and bringing her arms around his shoulders. Liam pushes her against the desk, trailing his hand up her back to the spot just below her ribcage.
“Liam…” She protests weakly when his lips find her neck. “This is still where I work.”
“Right, because your moral compass is always pointed due north.” He breathes, kissing her neck again and smiling when her breath hitches in her throat.
“Are you flirting with me, Liam Ridley?” She muses softly, her fingers finding the space between his pants and his shirt trailing up the muscles in his back.
Liam pulls away so that he’s looking at her and god she wants to wipe that smirk straight off his face, because he looks all too pleased with himself, and it makes her heart melt.
“Maybe.” He coos, kissing her again and bringing his own hands to toy with the top button of her deep green Chanel blouse.
Fallon’s breathing goes a little ragged, and before she can really think about what she’s doing, she’s kissing him again, hard and fervent, and mussing his hair between her fingers. Liam pulls away after a few moments, his eyes meeting hers knowingly as he ignores her whines in protest.
“We can go home if you want.” He flirts easily.
“You’re right, we could.” Fallon says cooly back. “Or …”
“Or?”
“… Or we could just make out.”
#falliamfrenzy#nat writes#I hope y'all like this#falliam#Falliam frenzy#ship: falliam#liz gillies#fallon carrington#fallon x liam#this is kinda cute and fluffy and like smutt if you really squint ... its more like pre-smutt HAHA#liam ridley#dynasty#dynastyfic#dynastyedit
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Attraction and Reaction - Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - Part 2
Prompt based “ WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice)" > Link for part One
Notes: Some people asked me to write a part 2 of this one, and i took me a while but I finally did it. Nobody specified whether they wanted part two for the smut or for the story so I put a little of both.
Warnings> 18+, Smut, language, mentions of past abuse.
Words: 6.243 (Complete)
Marks (I keep forgetting to put this but hope people don’t hate me haha) > @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy
AO3 (Complete / Two Parts)
Maybe you guys had been in the room for a long time.
But you didn't care about the time as you had Wanda riding on your face, and you were licking and sucking her, while she moaned loudly with her mouth open as she forced her hips down and held on to the headboard.
- Fuck! Right there. - She said breathlessly - Don't stop.
A few strokes later and she came apart in your mouth, for the fourth time in a row. The taste only seemed to get better.
And then she was throwing herself on the bed trying to normalize her breathing, and you leaned over to rest your head on her belly while your fingers trailed up her thigh.
But a knock at the door caught your attention next.
- Wanda, is everything all right? - That was Bucky on the other end. - I made dinner, I was wondering if you would like some.
- No, Bucky, thank you. - Wanda shouted back a moment later, disguising her current state well. You let out a giggle, and ran your fingers down her skin, penetrating her pussy afterwards, and she bit back a sigh.
- That's fine. Do you know where Y/N is? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she's not in her room. - He then said and you chuckled softly, as Wanda held back a moan at having you inside her.
- No. - She answered half breathlessly, and forced herself to sound less affected in the next sentence. - I have no idea.
But then you began to rotate your finger against her clit and she sank her face into the bed, gasping for breath. It took a moment, then Bucky spoke again.
- You guys are fucking, aren't you?
- Trying to! - you retorted impatiently, beginning to kiss Wanda's skin.
You can hear Bucky let out a chuckle before his footsteps move away. But your attention was focused on Wanda, coming on your fingers again.
- Fuck. - She mumbled breathlessly, running her hands through her hair. - I don't think I can go on. - She commented with a smile, her gaze lazing on you.
You smiled as you lifted your face to meet hers, and kissed her slowly and sensually, but she really looked tired, even though her hips moved toward you.
- Get some sleep, dear. - You whispered to her, trying not to be startled by how easily the nickname slipped out of your mouth. Wanda smiled, closing her eyes. When her breathing became deep, you pulled back the blankets to cover her naked body, then stood up.
You picked up your clothes from the floor, and when you finished dressing, you left the room.
Bucky was reading something when you entered the room, and you went around the counter to get some coffee.
- Sorry for getting in the way of your conflict resolution. - He said ironically, his eyes still on the paper. You giggled.
- No problem, Barnes. - You replied before taking a sip of coffee.
You walked over to the couch where Bucky was sitting and looked curiously at the papers on the table as you sat down in the armchair next to him.
- What are you working on anyway? - you asked, crossing your legs. Bucky let out a sigh.
- On you guys, actually. - He said, and you frowned in confusion. But he didn't look angry, just busy. - Steve worries that the team works as a whole. He asked me to study your training results and try to find a way to solve your problems.
- I think that's been taken care of. - You sneer, but Bucky keeps a serious expression.
- Sex doesn't solve your problems. - He says and you blink in surprise. - It's just an escape valve.
You laugh ruefully, putting your coffee cup on the table.
- What are you talking about? Wanda and I just needed to vent our anger somehow. There is nothing to work out.
Bucky shook his head in denial, placing the pages he had in his hand on the table.
- Look, do you remember how it used to be with me and Sam? - He asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement.
- We're not like....
- Listen first. - he asked with a smile, and you sighed, nodding. - Sam and I used to fight because we couldn't accept the nature of our relationship. - He explains. - And we both looked up to Steve and wanted him to be proud of us. And then we would fight to see who got his attention.
- That's very gay. - You comment humorously and Bucky chuckles lightly before continuing.
- The relevant thing is that when Sam and I first started having sex, we weren't communicating. - He says and you blink in surprise. - Angry sex is no substitute for conversation. It took a while, but we managed to talk about how we really felt, and now we are doing just fine.
You sighed thoughtfully, leaning your back against the chair as you entwined your hands in your lap.
- I don't know what to tell you, comrade. - You say. - I have no quarrel with Wanda. We're fine.
Bucky looked at you for a few seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his papers. You began to think that you were repeating that things were fine for yourself and not for him.
//-//
Everything was fine.
The day after the events of the past morning and afternoon, you only met Wanda over breakfast. She smiled and waved you good morning, and you did the same.
And when you two got up to leave the dishes in the sink, she enjoyed being put on the countertop while you stayed on your knees with your head between her legs. Or at least you understood that she did, when she came in your mouth and moaned your name.
Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.
Bucky requested another therapy session with you two, and at the moment you were sitting in an armchair facing Wanda in an empty room, waiting for the soldier.
You were trying not to let your mind wander to the image of the redhead squirming with pleasure beneath you as you looked at her but you were failing miserably.
You cleared your throat, looking away and then Bucky entered, apologizing for the delay and saying that the rest of the team should be back in the tower soon.
- Can we try talking today, girls? - He said as he sat down, and you crossed your arms, shrugging. Wanda twiddled her fingers slightly. - I'd like to try the questions again.
You and Wanda exchanged a look before nodding, and Bucky smiled, pulling his small notepad from his pocket and reading briefly before speaking.
- Y/N let's start with you today. - He says. - Can you tell me something you like about Wanda?
You bite your lip.
- The way she moans my name.
Bucky blinks in surprise and discomfort but lets out a giggle, Wanda blushes softly looking away.
- Great, we've gone from immense hatred to unrestrained horniness. - He wryly chuckles. - Please girls, let's try to make this work.
You let out a sigh, getting thoughtful for a moment.
- All right, Bucky. - You say. - I... I like how caring Wanda always is.
Wanda blinks in surprise, and Bucky looks happy.
- That's nice. - He comments with a smile. - And you Wanda, can you tell us what you like about Y/N?
Wanda looks at you for a moment, and then looks away from you to Bucky.
- I like how protective she is of everyone here. - She confesses and you look at her attentively. - Even with me, and even when we are fighting, when we are in the field, she cares about everyone.
You swallow dryly as you look away from Wanda, wanting to ignore the feeling in your stomach.
- That's great, girls. - Bucky comments and you almost forget that he was there. - I would like to ask how this conflict started.
And then you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Because you remember it so well. Clearing your throat, you stand up.
- I don't want to do this anymore. - You say, looking at Bucky, who looks very surprised. He closes his notepad, but before he can say anything, Wanda says.
- So you're just going to run away again?
- Yeah, Wanda, I'm just going to run away. - You retort angrily as you move your feet out of the room, slamming the door on your way out.
//-//
You had been training for a few hours, your muscles ached and your body begged for a rest, but you kept punching the bag in front of you.
- Someone is angry. - sneered Natasha as you entered the gym. You blinked in surprise.
- I didn't know you were back. - You retorted without stopping your punching.
And then Natasha was climbing onto the mat, smiling at you.
- A little bird told me that you resolved your conflicts in the best possible way. - She teased, coming closer and tapping your fists to make you stop. You sighed breathlessly, your body reacting immediately to the lack of movement.
- I don't want to talk about it. - You retorted as you took off your boxing gloves, and walked away.
- I figured as much. - She said, following you around the gym as you left the ring and looked for a bottle of water. - But you need it, so we''ll talk.
You let out an impatient grumble, and then Nat was touching your shoulder and you turned away abruptly.
- No. - You warned with clenched fists, but Nat was not intimidated.
- I know what happened to you. - She said and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to control the boiling anger rising in your chest. - I know because I saw the red room when she was in my head. But you have to understand that Wanda is on our side now and…
- I know that! - you retorted angrily. - I know that she's just a victim in this whole thing, okay? I just... I don't... - You paused, trying to normalize your breathing, and control your tears. - I haven't seen my family in twenty years. And I don't think about them, I can't remember their faces. I wasn't ready to see them that day, and I can hardly breathe when I remember. I just need time.
- You can't take out on Wanda the anger you had for them. - Nat replies seriously, and you sigh, sitting down on the bench next to you, your face buried in your hands.
- I know. - You say. - I just... God, she is probably the only person who knows everything. I wasn't ready to tell anyone, or deal with it alone, and she just came in and she just knows everything.
Nat sat down next to you and put her hand on your thigh.
- You need to talk to someone about this. - She said. - Not with me, not with Wanda. With a professional who can help you.
You nod, squeezing her hand.
- I know. - You say with a sad smile. - I will, I just... It all seems so recent.
- You've been burying your traumas pretty well, that's all. - She jokes, and you laugh weakly.
You stood for a moment in silence before standing up. Nat let go of your hand to give your shoulder a squeeze before she left the gym. You sighed, deciding that you should call that contact Sam had told you about.
//-//
When you returned to your room, you had an appointment. You went into the shower, and took too long, trying to calm your nerves under the hot water.
And then you were startled to get out and find Wanda waiting for you.
- I want to talk to you. - She declared as soon as you came out of the bathroom, sitting on your bed.
You let out a sigh, moving toward your closet. You didn't mind being naked in front of Wanda, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And then you threw the towel on the bed and put on a loose T-shirt.
- You can talk. - You retorted, turning to her, and bit your lip when you noticed Wanda's gaze and flushed cheeks. - Earth to Wanda?
Wanda grumbled at your teasing and looked away, you smiled as you picked up the towel from the bed to take it to dry off.
- I don't know what's bothering you. - She says after a moment, and you swallow the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. - But I've talked to Bucky, and he doesn't think it's healthy for us to continue with, well, whatever it is, before you can talk about your feelings.
You hang up your towel and then turn to Wanda with an impassive face.
- Okay, then. Good night. - You tell her sharply, and Wanda blinks in confusion.
- That's all you're going to say? - she asks incredulously, and you let out a dry laugh.
- You're the one who came here to say that you don't want us to happen anymore.
- I didn't say that.
- What difference does it make? - You retort. - It's not going anywhere anyway.
Your statement leaves your mouth bitter, and Wanda stares at you for a long second before turning and leaving the room. You feel your body boil with anger, but you're tired. So you just throw yourself on the bed and hope to sleep soon.
//-//
Your fights with Wanda stop, mostly because you just don't talk to each other anymore. But Bucky seems to accept this as progress, and releases you from the sessions. And then you are seeing the psychologist that Sam recommended, and things are getting better for you.
She asks about your family, and teaches you to control your anger attacks with breathing exercises and focus. It is enough for weeks, until you have to really face your memories as you use Tony's technology to remember what your parents did to you. Of how they gave you your abilities.
It is suffocating, and painful, but you survive. And it feels good to breathe normally again.
You want to ignore the feeling that there is something missing, mainly because you believed that once you were healing, you wouldn't think about Wanda anymore. But now that the anger is gone, you just miss her.
Many weeks after your discussion, you are in the Caribbean, trying to investigate an abandoned Hydra base, and you have Wanda as an exploration partner.
- Did you find anything? - you asked as you two walked together into yet another empty room of an abandoned compound. Wanda was going through some drawers, going through their contents.
- Nothing that Tony hasn't already hacked. - She said, and then you turned around when you heard a noise at the door behind you. Raising your pistol in the direction of the sound, you let out an exclamation of surprise when the door suddenly opened, and a man jumped at you. Clearly a soldier, judging by his clothing. You fought back his blows, and were ready to fight, but Wanda simply used her magic to throw him across the room and he blacked out. You looked at her, and she shrugged. - Sorry, did I step on your moment?
- That sentence is mine. - You heard Natasha's voice interrupt, probably joining you as soon as she heard the sound of conflict. You shook your head, laughing lightly as you stood up. - I'm taking our friend in for interrogation, so finish up here. - She said before dragging the man across the room and out. You were dusting off your clothes as you walked toward Wanda.
- Since we can't find anything around here, I guess we can go. - You grumble, and then let out an exclamation of discomfort, which attracts the attention of Wanda, who raises her eyes in your direction.
- Are you all right? - She asked, coming closer and raising her hands to where you were pressing yours, above your shoulder.
- Yes. - You retorted with mild surprise at her concern. - It was just the impact.
You watched as Wanda's eyes ran quickly to your mouth, and you felt your heart race in anticipation.
- Okay, then. - She grumbled, lowering her hands and placing them behind her back, looking everywhere but at you. You bit your lip, bringing your bodies closer together, as Wanda attempted to move away, but slammed her back against a cabinet, and let out a gasp.
- Are you nervous? - you ask quietly as you approach, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall out of rhythm. - I just want to thank you for helping me in the fight. - You whisper as you lift a finger to caress her cheek, Wanda holds her breath. Then you let your mouth come up to her ear. - Thank you, Wanda. You've been a good girl.
Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and her hips thrust forward. You smile smugly, as you turn your face to kiss her deeply. She moans against your tongue, and you push your body against her, pressing her into the cabinets.
Your hands move down her thighs, and as you kiss her hard, you push up the fabric of her skirt, and let your fingers run over her skin. When you push the fabric of her panties aside and penetrate her, she breaks the kiss with a loud moan, and you sigh as you feel her all wet.
- Wanda, you're dripping, baby. - You whisper against her lips as you move your fingers across her swollen clitoris. - How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?
Wanda whimpers, burying her head in your neck. You swallow dryly, trying not to be carried away by the feeling of having her so hot, and concentrate on keeping the movements steady. And then you pull out of her only to insert another finger, and she bites your shoulder.
She is making delicious sounds as her hips push against your fingers, and you want to kiss her again, so you use your free hand to hold her neck and make her look at you. Wanda gasps in surprise, but matches your tongue in her mouth, moaning against you.
A moment later, she begins to quiver in spasms against you, whimpering as she tries to stand upright. You take your hand from her neck to hold her waist and keep her steady as you increase the speed of your fingers, and then Wanda comes, a loud moan with her mouth open as she digs her nails into your arm.
- What the hell is taking you guys so long? - You hear Steve's question on your communicator, and let out an impatient grumble.
- We're coming. - You say raising your hand to the device in your ear and look at Wanda trying to normalize her breathing. - Wanda already did actually.
Wanda slaps your arm as you laugh lightly, but Steve doesn't seem to understand. And then you are hurrying out of the room. You like it when she kisses you deeply on the stairs, before you join the team.
//-//
When you all return home, Steve requests a meeting with you. After showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you go to the room where he is waiting.
- Hey, Y/N, what's up? - he asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You smile, nodding.
- Why did you want to talk to me? - You ask, and he lets out a chuckle at your impatience.
- I'd like to know how your appointments have been. - he says after a moment. - You have shown progress in your training. And it's been over two months since you've had any anger episodes.
You shift the weight on your feet, slightly embarrassed.
- It's all right, I guess. - You say. - I've learned to deal with things in a healthier way.
- I'm glad to hear that. - He smiles, and then he hesitates for the next second. - And how is your relationship with Wanda?
- We don't have a relationship. - You retorted snidely, your heart racing slightly. But Steve let out a little laugh.
- Bucky told me that you two have found a way to resolve your conflicts. - He said, getting up. - And you two are not fighting anymore.
- That's what you wanted, isn't it? - You say impatiently and Steve frowns at your hostility. - I don't know what else you want us to do.
- What's going on anyway? - he asks tenderly. - You seem upset about something.
You let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair.
- I am great! Fucking spectacular. - You retort impatiently.
- Y/N...
- Can I go now, Rogers? - You interrupt and he sighs, nodding, and you turn, quickly leaving the room.
As you are crossing the hallway, you bump into Wanda. She looks at you in surprise, ready to apologize, but then you are moving forward and kissing her hard.
Wanda sighs, responding as you press her to the wall. But you slow the kiss and let your foreheads rest against each other.
- I'm sorry. - You say breathlessly. - I can't keep doing this.
And then you pull away, and Wanda calls out to you as you walk away, trying to breathe.
//-//
Wanda catches up with you outside. You are trying not to punch anything, while focusing on your breathing.
- Why won't you talk to me? - she shouts as she reaches you. - Tell me what's going on.
You let out a dry laugh, and turn sharply and walk toward her.
- Do you want to know what is going on? Great! - you retort angrily. - This is all happening because of you!
Wanda has a confused expression when you stop in front of her.
- If you had just stayed out of my head, I would be fine! - You accuse angrily, but don't let her interrupt. - And if you'd stayed out of my bed, I wouldn't be in love with you!
You sigh breathlessly as you sit on the floor, your face wet with tears. Wanda is in shock, and remains standing. You feel terrible.
- Damn it, Wanda, I'm sorry! - you mumble, wiping away your tears, trying to remember your breathing exercises. - It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm being an idiot.
- You are in love with me? - She repeats, staring straight ahead without moving. She seems to be talking more to herself than to you. You let out a humorless laugh.
- Yeah, I... I have been for a while actually. - You tell. - I guess I didn't want it to be true.
But then Wanda is kneeling beside you, and she looks at you with watery eyes.
- You are a stubborn idiot. - She says, laughing lightly, and you frown. But then she moves in and kisses you on the mouth, and you think nothing more of it. When she separates your mouths, she's as breathless as you are. - We'll make it work, okay? I'm in love with you too.
You smile, and then you are hugging each other. It takes a moment for the rest of the team to get to you two.
- Does this mean we will now hear them having sex instead of fighting? - Tony comments wryly, and you watch as Wanda raises her fingers and casts magic at him that pushes him back slightly.
You laugh, letting your happiness replace your anger completely.
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Arguments lead to what now?
Pair: Natasha x female reader
Angst and sorta smutt,
18+
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You stormed into the meeting room, your anger reaching new levels. You slammed open the door; it crashing against the wall. “What the actual fuck Romanoff?!” you sneered, slamming the file down onto the table.
She looked up at you, her eyes narrowing at your tone. “What?!” She muttered.
“You completely undermined my decision and then you had the audacity to write me up! What the fuck?! If I recall correctly, I saved your ass in there and you- I can’t even- you’re unbelievable.” You snapped your breath, getting heavy with anger.
She raised a brow, a dark glint in her eyes. “You made a mistake. I put it in the report did you not want me to document you failures?”
You scoffed. “My failures? MY failures! Are you serious?! You’d be bleeding out your face if I hadn’t pushed you out of the way which by the way I’m seriously regretting doing right now.” She stood up, placing her hands on the table, leaning forward so her face was right opposite yours. Your heart stuttered at the proximity, but your anger trumped your hormones.
“Are you saying you want me dead? What would dear ole dad think?”
You took a sharp breath. “I can’t- you know what you wanna write me up and make me look like a bad fucking agent then fine! You do that! But don’t you ever mention my father's name when you know exactly how I feel.” You spat you could see a flicker of regret in her eyes, but she steeled it over.
“Whatever, just get out of here you’re interrupting my meeting.”
You then looked around and realised there were in fact other people in the room. You sighed. Looking at the other people. “Sorry about the intrusion.” You mumbled. Natasha smirked.
“Good girl.” She mused. The flutter of your stomach caused your brain to catch up with your hormones. You glared at Nat before sticking your middle finger up at her, slamming the door behind you.
Taking a deep breath, you made your way towards the kitchen. You were getting pissed if with Natasha’s blatant disrespect towards you both personally and professionally. She constantly undermines you in missions, she is rude, arrogant, pig-headed and my god is she cocky. Everything that comes out of her mouth concerning you is either wrong, exaggerated or just an insult and you were over it and what you were even more over the small flutter in your chest you get when she looks heatedly at you.
It’s been a while, and you were horny. You haven't got any since you and your boyfriend Jacob broke up seven months ago. Things were amicable between the two of you, he had his heart set on another girl and you… well you were falling for him but you did just want him to be happy and if he wasn’t happy with you as you were with him so you knew you had to let him go. You were still friends, and you’d talk to him about most of your problems. Including the one and only dickish Natasha Romanoff.
You pushed open the kitchen door and smiled when you saw Steve Rogers. “Hey kiddo, how’d the mission go?” He asked as he sipped on his coffee. You scowled. You and Steve had been friends back in the war times, you had grown up with him and was by his side for everything including his transformation into a super solider. It wasn’t ideal for the two of you to continue to be friends after he ran off into war, mostly because you couldn’t follow. You had a hard time without him for a while but he’d come back once in a while to drink with his friends and of course Bucky.
And then he went into the ice and your life was a living hell. You had struggled upon hearing the news of Steve’s “death” so you reached out to the woman he loved. Peggy Cater. She felt sorry for you and took you under her wing. A young 17 year old who had lost the closest thing she had to her brother as well as Bucky. She trained you, she helped you grow and she even got you into S.H.E.I.L.D which ultimately saved your life.
And then HYDRA happened and you were taken and abused. You heard that Peggy took it the hardest, Howard after her. It was a tough time for everyone. Realising you had yet to answer you looked up at Steve.
“Terrible.”
He seemed to grow concerned at your answer. “What? What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, his voice not conveying pure seriousness. Your lips twitched up into a smile.
"Nothing serious... just Natasha hates me and she's making the missions a living hell! Like today she nearly got hurt and if I hadn't had been there, then she'd be a lot more bloody. Believe you me! And to make things better SHE wrote me up for insubordination! Because why? I don't fucking know!" You ranted. Steve sighed.
"Language!" He chastised firmly before his face softened. "Sweetheart, Natasha's this hard on everyone. Especially the younger recruits."
You gave him a flat look. "Steve, I'm only like three years younger than her. And if we're being technical, I'm older than her, when I was frozen back in our time I was a fully grown adult. I’m 20 not 5. I've been here for months and she's pushing me harder than anyone else and she's rude, arrogant and downright disrespectful. Do you know how infuriating she is? I can't even-"
"Y/n? Breathe." He cut in, an amused smirk on his face.
"Ugh whatever."
As if on cue Natasha Romanoff waltzed into the kitchen, with Carol, Peter and Tony. You sighed with an eye roll before walking over to the fridge opening it as you were sorting through the stuff in there looking for your food you felt a hand on the small of your back. You turned and grinned.
“Well hello there Miss Danvers.” You smirked.
“Hey there darling.” She mused placing a hand on your hip. “You look great in these shorts.” She smirked a teasing glint in her eyes.
You gasped mockingly. “Carol Danvers are you flirting with me?” You smiled.
She lent down to your ear her lips brushing against your earlobe causing a shiver to run down your spine you bit your lip. Your eyes accidentally connecting with Natasha. Her glare was dark and hateful. You felt a small slither of embarrassment but that’s was soon destroyed as soon as Carol muttered her next sentence.
“I’m debating on throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you to my room and having my wicked way with you so… I don’t know am flirting?” She teased. You bit your lip.
“Why don’t you then?”
She raised a brow at you slightly surprised by your answer. “Oh?”
“Meet you in my room in 10?” You said seriously she smirked.
“You better be there.”
You laughed at her nodding. Turning back round you grabbed your food before sitting at the island next to your dad. You watched Carol leave with a smirk. Natasha stood up. Her eyes cutting into you. You smirked popping a strawberry into your mouth.
You had waited ten minutes before heading to your room. You couldn’t help but feel excited about what was about to happen. Stepping into your room you smirked when you saw Carol sitting on your bed. You said nothing as you approached her. She placed her hands on your hips before turning you and pressing you against the wall. An excited gasp left your lips as she pressed herself against you. “You sure about this?”
You wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her lips to yours. She kissed you roughly, letting you know who was in charge. Your lips moved roughly against hers, your body filling up with desire. Pulling back softly your eyes connected with hers. “Does that answer your question?”
She giggled nodding. Her fingers dipped under your shirt. Her fingers softly caressing your skin, almost as if she was savouring the moment. Her lips softly kissed your neck finding that sweet spot that made your body shiver. She was being delicate as if she was afraid to be to rough with you. You smiled backing her against the bed. She gasped as you pushed her onto the bed straddling her. Her hands slid down your back before squeezing your butt. She began unbuttoning your pants when your door was thrown open. You squealed pulling yourself off Carol covering yourself. Natasha stood at the door, with her hands on her hips.
“This is what you do instead of training. No wonder your crapping out in missions.” She muttered. You scowled walking over to your dresser. You threw off your shirt and threw on an exercise one. You turned and threw on some shorts.
You walked over to Natasha. “You wanna train? Fine. Let’s train,” stopping to turn to Carol. “I’ll be back later.”
She nodded offering you a soft smile. You looked at Natasha offering her a glare before shoving past her.
You made it to the training room Natasha was there before you since you stopped at the kitchen to grab a water bottle. You’d have gotten one for Natasha but you kind of hate her.
Stepping into the gym you threw your bottle down before walking up to the mat. Natasha looked at you with a hateful sneer. “Carol? Really? I’d have thought if you we’re gonna fuck one of us it’d be Wanda.” She muttered throwing a hit. You quickly dodged out the way before responding.
“Who I fuck is none of your business.”
“It is if you do it on my time. I get paid for training you and the others. And you skip nearly all our sessions.” She muttered rushing at you. She slammed you onto the mat your body folding roughly with the floor but you pushed that out of your mind when you felt Natasha press herself against you. It was clearly an accident but the feeling that it awakened made you want to press your thighs together.
“I…. It’s because you’re insufferable.” You muttered hooking your leg around hers switching your positions and slamming her down on the mat. She groaned softly and the sound went straight to your core. You were looking in her eyes and she could probably see the want in your gaze.
“Is that so?” She asked. You moved her wrists above her head holding them there so she couldn’t escape. Your fingers wrapped around her wrists and you held them down you were straddling her and this seemed to be a very intimate position you were suddenly very aware of the space or lack there off between you. She looked so vulnerable right now and to be honest it was kind of hot. Her gaze dropped slightly and you were questioning if she was looking at your lips.
You soon had your answer as she ripped her hands from your grasp and pulled your lips to hers. The kiss was rough and you barely had time to respond as she slipped her tongue in. You groaned softly as she did so. Your stomach was bursting with butterflies, their effects causing nervousness to shoot through you soon melting into a wave of desire as she bit your bottom lip sucking it in between her teeth.
Her hands moved from your face to your hair as she pushed your head closer. Her lips tasted exactly the way you thought they would the only difference is how perfectly soft they were even when the kiss itself was rough. She pulled back to leave harsh kisses down your neck her teeth scraping the skin as she pulled it between her teeth sucking on it. You moaned softly as she did so. Your hands had slid down her back scratching slightly as you did so.
Time passed and you knew that after this day yours and Natasha’s relationship would never be the same again. Not now that she had known you, deeply. Intimately. There would be no coming back from this. Her lips were now more familiar with you than her hands ever were as she showed you every tongue trick she had. All that pent up aggression and anger you towards her now seemed sexually charged as she too worked out all of her issues in this steamy training session.
She knew things about your body that you didn’t even know. Every small sweet spot you didn’t know existed she found and exploited to the max, so much so by the end of it you were screaming her name so very glad that the rooms were soundproof. She made you squirm and shiver but also shake with absolute pleasure.
And here you were think she hated you…
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Havde for første gang i vanvittigt lang tid føler jeg, en virkelig god oplevelse med at være sammen med en fyr jeg ikke rigtig kender. Han er en af min barndomsvens venner fra livgarden, og vi har været i byen en enkelt gang sammen alle sammen, uden at vi snakkede det store. Efterfølgende har min barndomsven skrevet til mig (vi kalder ham Sanne), at Sanne syntes jeg var mega køn og sød, selvom han vitterligt mødte mig efter jeg havde stået 11 timer i friture og var taget direkte i byen efter:)
I går var jeg så ude og drikke øl med min veninde der lige er kommet hjem fra en rejse, og vi tager så på Nørre Bodega. Sanne skriver så til mig om ham og hans ven må joine os, hvilket vi siger ja til. De kommer så omkring kl 1.30 og vi sidder alle fire bare og snakker, og lidt efter joiner en anden af drengenes venner fra garden. Min veninde smutter ved 3-tiden og en halv time senere, bliver vi andre også enige om at det er på tide at tage hjem. Sannes venner ringer efter en taxa som han angiveligt også skal med, men da jeg står og tager min jakke på imens de andre står og venter udenfor på taxaen, spørger han mig om han måtte sove hos mig. Jeg sagde ja med et smil, for han er køn og virker meget nede på jorden, og responderede med at det var det mest nervepirrende spørgsmål han har stillet nogen i lang tid. Vi tager så metro og s-tog hjem til Valby, hvor vi har mega casual og grineren sex indtil kl 6 om morgenen.
Vi ender med at ligge og putte hele natten (normalt er jeg kæmpe modstander af det, men lige i nat kunne det noget), indtil min alarm ringede kl 10 fordi jeg troede jeg skulle have en åben vagt. Jeg fandt hurtigt ud af at jeg først skulle møde kl 17, og vi lagde os til at sove igen. Da vi vågnede kl 12.30-ish lå vi i hvad der føltes som 1000 år i stilhed, og nussede og halvsov. Resten af dagen indtil han blev nødt til at smutte kl 16, lå vi og pjattede og grinte og kyssede og havde sex og puttede og nussede, nøgne.
Det var virkelig rart og hyggeligt, og jeg har virkelig lyst til at se Sanne igen, og jeg håber også han har det sådan.
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HEYYY HOW ARE YOU
I'm so sorry I had a few very busy day but your dear first emoji anon is back 😔
-🦋 anon
Heyy baby,
It's alright I understand I was busy as well, I love my first emoji anon very much 😭🤌🏼 I'm writing a nat smutt rn 🤭 it'll be out in a few days
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Requested: On Wattpad
Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Top Male Reader
Warning(s): Smutt, Nsfw, Bottom Steve, Top Reader, daddy kink, biting, slightly public sex, slight cum denial.
A/n- .. I'm rusty lol
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"Should I say the pledge or?" I tilted my head in confusion, sipping away at my coffee while my gaze lazily trailed over Steve's body, seeing him in his Captain America uniform, but my eyes lingered a little longer on his figure then I'd ever be willing to admit. Steve's eyebrow twitched in annoyance that I so happily inflicted upon him, not caring for the stares of Nat' and Tony as they shared a knowing look. "You should learn some respect" He shot back, yet before I could make another comment he then stood tall and shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, I forget men of your nature know nothing of respect" The grin that spread across his face had my nose twitching in irritation. My upper lip nearly curling up in a snarl, but I hid it well behind my coffee mug.
"At least 'men like me' have more of a backbone then good little soldiers like you" I practically growled out the words, anger slowly stinging through my veins like molten metal. But I couldn't stop the wolfish grin from spreading on my face at the sight of him, his fists clenched at his sides, his teeth gritting together in obvious irritation and if this were a cartoon I'd think there'd be fume coming from his ears. Steve about came running at me until Nat rested her hand on his shoulder, Tony making sure to stand between us like some sort of barrier. "What do you get out of being an ass?" Steve shot back, glaring at me through narrowed eyes that held no affect against me. So pushing myself off of the counter I sent another smirk his way, but it felt weaker than before, "Language Cap'."
I could feel his eyes bore into my back as I walked away, not knowing why I even bothered to push the argument, hell I don't even know why I started one in the first place, but pushing those thoughts away I let a different one flood through my mind.
He looks good in that suit.
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It's been a couple of hours after that, and I decided to sit on the roof to take in the cold breeze that flicked through the air, sending a deep chill to my bones that I much appreciated. However everything looked magical at this time of night, the sky coated in a pallet of blues and purples, the stars shinning as bright as they could against the light of the city below, which bustled with life and at some point I could've sworn I saw flashes of blue and red swinging about. Barley hearing the door open behind me, I continued to stare towards the city, gently tapping my heal against the wall of the tower as I let out a drawn out sigh of content. "It's nice out here" The sudden voice didn't faze me, only nodding in return while Steve stood besides me, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"What do you want? You never come around me of your own violation" I grumbled out, feeling a twinge of regret right after I said it. I've never been much of a people person, but when it comes to Steve I don't know- I just don't know how to make conversation with him, doesn't matter how badly I want to, I always mess it up one way or another. "You know what, nevermind-! I came out here to be civil and have an actual conversation with you but you obviously don't know what 'civil' is" He spat out the word, leaving me with a vile taste in my mouth as I stood from my spot and turned towards him, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
"Civil? Civil?! Oh that's fucking rich! The great Captain America wants to lecture me on being civil!" I shouted, my hands shooting up in exasperation, anger slowly starting to bubble up within me as I took a step towards him, forcing him to take a step back.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd stop acting like a street thug!" He retorted, holding my vicious glare with his own, taking another step back when I took another step forward.
"Yeah well this 'street thug' didn't even get a fucking thank you for saving your life! Is it so fucking hard for someone as 'great' and 'amazing' as you," My words came out dangerously low, trapping the slightly shorter man against the metal door, my hand slamming down besides his head as I spat out the words. "To tell someone 'like me' a simple thank you? I got hospitalized and in the end the only ones that thanked me were the one's I didn't even save."
I didn't even notice the way his face heated up from the close proximity, being to wrapped up in my own bubble that I just couldn't pay attention. "Is it really that impossible for you to tell me something so simple just because of my profession?!" I couldn't even feel the way his hands gripped at my coat, "Cause if that's the case then fine! I'm so fucking sorry for caring-!" My words were cut short when I was suddenly yanked forwards, feeling a pair of soft lips press against my own in a desperate motion that left me breathless. My hands immediately found their way to his hips, pressing his back firmly against the metal door as his hands traveled up into my hair, his fingers tangling into the [H/c] strands while mine slowly slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling his bare skin against my fingertips.
"You talk to much" He mumbled out softly, pulling me closer against him until our bodies were completely connected, and I couldn't tare my gaze away from those beautiful blue eyes that I didn't even know how much I adored until now. "You're insufferable" I growled out playfully, not truly meaning the words but from the smile that tugged at his lips I could tell he knew that. I was pleasantly surprised when he lifted his leg up to hook around my hip, and knowing his intention I happily placed my hands under his thighs and hoisted him up, his legs instantly wrapping around my hips as he quickly yanked off his shirt, as I did the same. Letting my hands wander up his toned body while my leg helped keep him propped up against the door.
My heart practically hammered in my chest, and I could only hope he felt the same when I slowly dragged my tongue up from the base of his neck to his ear, taking his earlobe between my teeth to give it a small tug, feeling a light sting in my lower abdomen when I heard a choked gasp come from his parted lips, along with a few heavy pants that brought a wolfish grin to my face. "Damn, we barley even started and you're already panting like a bitch in heat" I purred, moving a hand down to run over his growing erection, "Ah!" I couldn't help but lick my upper lip in a slow motion, feeling my excitement grow from all the cute reactions he makes. Letting out a low chuckle I pressed my tongue against his shoulder, opening my mouth to leave a harsh bite, "F-Fuck!" He cursed, panting heavily as I press my nose to the base of his neck, biting down there as well while my thumbs graze over his nipples.
"D-Daddy.." I froze at the name, surprise evident on both our faces but a deep red blush manages to crawl up his neck and cheeks while a long smirk tugged at my lips. "I-Im so sorry-" I quickly shut him up by capturing his lips with my own, pressing my hips against his own to create some sort of friction as my thumbs begin to roll over his nipples, toying with them almost agonizingly slow. Drawing my tongue over his bottom lip I felt him moan into the kiss as I slipped my tongue inside, our tongues brushing together in heated desperation until I pulled back for air, a string of saliva connected to our lips as a deep chuckle reverberated throughout my chest, bringing my lips to his ear, my hands slowly working at his pants. "C'mon baby boy, say it again."
"Daddy.." He moaned out breathlessly as I lifted him up further to pull down his pants and boxers, just enough to make it easy as I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing my thumb over his swollen tip, "D-Daddy!" My tongue darted over my upper lip once more as he pressed his forehead against my own, his arms gripping onto my shoulders tightly as I moved my hand at a faster pace, loving the way his mouth parted with sharp breaths that I could see in the chilly air that couldn't even nip at our skin because of the heat between us. "Fuck!" Steve shuddered in my arms when I suddenly pressed my thumb against his tip, holding back his orgasm as he looked at me with pleading eye's, his sweaty blonde hair sticking to his face as he let out a low whimper, "P-Please.. Please let me cum."
"Not yet baby, now suck" My voice was steady and commanding as I brought my fingers to his lips, feeling my own erection twitch uncomfortably in my pants when he happily took three fingers into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth forced a drawn out groan from my lips, wondering if next time he'd take my cock instead. But forcing the thoughts down I pressed the pad of my middle finger against his tongue, watching as he stuck his tongue out his mouth, drool slowly dripping down it in a motion that nearly had me hypnotized until I looked into his eyes, using my other hand to slowly cup his cheek, "This'll feel uncomfortable at first, okay? If you want me to stop just tell me alright?" And with a swift nod from him I brought him back into a kiss to distract him from my fingers.
My middle finger slowly pushed inside him, but I made sure to keep him distracted with rough kisses and harsh love bites that had him whimpering in my grasp, and slowly I added another digit. A low hiss slipped past his parted lips, causing me to freeze for a moment until he gave me a reassuring nod, but even then I made sure to take it slow, moving my fingers in a scissoring motion that left him breathless. "Daddy-" He whimpered out, pressing his hips down onto my fingers after a few moments, "Daddy please.. Please fuck me, I need it.." He groaned out, looking up into my eyes with a hazy gaze that made me weak.
"Who knew you were good at begging" I mocked lightly, but my own erection made itself known from the tightness of my pants, so hoisting him up some more I quickly pulled them down, letting my cock spring free as I rested one hand on the top of the door frame, making sure he was secure between the door and I, "You ready?" I asked, watching as he gave a quick nod. So in a slow motion I pressed my cock against his entrance and slowly pushed it in, instantly moving my hand to hook under his thigh to stable him, "F-Fuck- Daddy!" He groaned out, panting heavily and it took everything in me not to just start pounding into him, simply relishing in the feeling of his tight walls around me until he got adjusted.
A few moment's passed until he finally gave me the go ahead, so I slowly began to thrust into him, both of us letting out pleasured groans as I began to quick up speed, "Nng! D-Daddy! F-Faster, please" Steve begged in a low whimper, his nails digging into my back as I hooked both hands both hands under his knees, gaining better access as I pounded into him, "Daddy!!" He shouted as a groan slipped past my lips, feeling my core begin to tighten as I listen to his moans and whimpers. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" I let out a small hiss from the way his walls wrapped around me drawing me closer to my orgasm as he dragged his nails down my back, and I knew they'd leave marks.
"P-Please! Please let me cum- Please!" He whimpered desperately, so pulling him into a quick kiss I nodded my head, "Go ahead baby, cum for daddy" I grinned watching as he slowly unraveled, his cum coating both our lower abdomens and soon after I caught my own relief, releasing my cum deep inside him, "Ah!" He let out a surprised moan, slightly trembling in my arms. So carefully pulling out of him and setting him down, I made sure to grab my shirt and clean him up, wiping away any left over cum.
But I couldn't stop the small that seemed to spread on my face, my heart warming softly in my chest as I looked over his peaceful yet tired expression. "What are you doing..?" He asked groggily, looking up at me with a hazy gaze.
"Cleaning you up idiot, I'm not a complete asshole, now lets get you to bed."
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As the fall leaves and weather changes. Halloween is around the corner!! I am pleased to announce for the first time I am going to do something for Halloween! Now I know people are going to do "kinktober" to celebrate! For me I am doing my own version! Its called "Darktober!" For this version I am going to do the 31 days but the days will go from fluff to dark smut to very very dark. SO BE WARNED!!!! I am spreading my writting wings and writting very dark/smut stories! Most of the characters will be Marvel! But as I indicated on my list (check below) I will be posting links on here from my Ao3 account of my swanhook fics for this occasion! (If anyone wants to see them)
Also, thank you A (@wandam1994 ) for your help on looking over the list! You are awesome!
(*= note these fics will be mainly on ao3 I'll send the link on tumbler)
1st "pumkin patch" (fluff with stucky)
2nd "sex on the bus" (bucky and reader. Smut)
3rd "hayride" (lokixreadee fluff)
4th "preacher zemo" (dark/smutt)
5th "Halloween party to remember (nat/bucky fluff)
6th "phone sex" (lokixreader dark/smut)
7th "haunted house " (nat/wanda/reader dark)
8th "hypnosis " (winter solider/captain America hydra/zemo/reader. VERY DARK)
9th hayride (nat/wanda fluff)
10th "siren mermaid" (stucky/reader, VERY DARK kidnapping)
11th "Halloween movies" (nat/wanda/reader fluff)
12th "menator in heat" (Steve/reader. Dark)
13th "haunted house" (Zeme/reader. Fluff)
14th "stuck in a cabin" (winter solider/reader VERY DARK)
15th "Halloween movies" (stucky/reader fluff)
16th "werewolf winter solider" (Avengers/winter solider/reader/hydra captian. VERY DARK)
17th"scary Halloween movies" (nat/little reader. Dark)
18th "nookk" (zemo, hydra. Dark)
19th "vampire"(Avengers dark)
20th"candy strip" (doc. zemo/reader. VERY DARK dub com)
21st "trucker" (bucky/reader. VERY DARK dub con)
22nd "mafia"(bukcy and reader mermaid. Smut)
23rd Naga (lokixreader dark smut)
24th mafia/alpha (wanda/nat and reader dark)
25th stucky (hydra cap and winter. (VERY DARK SMUT)
26th welcome to the doctor house" (stucky/reader, nat/wanda VERY DARKsmut)
27th mafia (stucky/reader dark smut)
28th zemo and reader: siren (reader tried to put zemo under a spell but he is to smart for her. He captures her. Dark)
29th experiment (dark smut. Winter solider/hydra captian/reader)
30th "going trick or treating" (wanda/nat fluff)
31st "Trick or treaters" (wanda/nat fluff)
*vampire hook
*csw (sex hot)
*dark hook (see notes)
*hayride
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@gotnofucks
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masterpiece was soooo good!!💕 but my dumbass thought that it was a smutt fic even tho i read the warnings and all but somehow i still thought that and i was like well the smut is just later😃 maybe i should go to sleep...
oh no, it’s definitely smut because Nat and R’s relationship got fucked <3
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Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2
Loki x Reader
Lady Death: This is less of a series and more of a few snippets of of stories from Stark Towers in Brazil. Reader is an ice mutant that, when S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded joined the Avengers. Months had passed since the defeat of Thanos and Loki has become a live-in member of the team. The problem? You’ve been put in charge of his training.
Episode 1 (part one has in-heat Jotun!Loki smutt, but this chapter can be read without reading it if that’s not your fancy)
Doesn’t Play Well With Others Episode 2
Paperwork. The bane of anyone's existence. Monotonous, repetitious, boring paperwork.
That was what your Wednesday had become consumed with, more specifically the finalized, typed up, official statement of the Avengers regarding a special mission you, Sam, Nat and Loki had undergone in Russia (codename:Operation MotherLand). The reason you were doing this tedious deed? Because while on the mission, a civilian was caught in the crossfire. Luckily she survived with only a few bumps and bruises, but (as a part of the deal Tony and Steve had made with Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross in construction of the new Sokovia Accords) there must be a detailed report of what caused the civilian to be injured during one of your missions.
It was a hassle, but a necessary one. Just a small price to pay to have the Avengers reinstated and everyone cleared of their past grievances with the legislation.
But the reason you yourself were tasked with this assignment was a bit more complicated: the woman hurt in Russia was injured due to Avenger-in-training Loki, who happened to be under your supervision. His mistakes, it turned out, were your mistakes.
On Monday:
~”Oh, no, Loki was y/n’s responsibility in Russia,” Sam exclaimed when Ross informed Tony over the speakerphone that there would need to be formal documentation of the entire mission. “I’m not getting stuck with homework all because she couldn’t handle that green diva!”
“No one can handle him, that’s why he was dumped on me in the first place!” you argued. “Nat, come on, you can't agree with him?”
But the Black Widow only shrugged her shoulders. “Im sorry, y/n, but you are technically in charge of him. You knew the risks when you let him come on the mission with us.”
“He has to get experience in the field, you all know that…!”
“All mute points,” Ross interrupted, silencing the room. “I need this event documented or else…”
“Yeah, yeah, or else you’ll have us extradited out of Brazil back to the states and charge us with treason, lock up our loved ones, bla bla bla, evil government jargon. Yes, Rossy. We know the whole spiel, we’ll get you that stuff as soon as… oh no... you’re ….breaking up… Ross-ter?”
“Stark!” echoed in the room before Tony ended the call.
He rolled his eyes and sighed before he turned towards you. “So… about this report?”
“You’re really going to stick me with this? That was an eight month long mission, its going to take me days to write it all up!”
“Then I suggest you get to writing,” the man of iron suggested before patting you on the back. “And next time maybe keep a better eye on our little Shakespeare in the Park. This time someone got a little banged up, but what about next time?” ~
So here you were, writing out a novel’s worth of information to satisfy the governments of the world rather than doing any actual work or training. Which wasn’t too bad, you had to admit. After this past weekend, you could use a break from Loki’s contentious attitude. You hadn’t seen him since the two of you were locked together in the containment box and frankly you didn’t want to.
It had turned out Loki Odinson, declared prince of Asgard, was actually a frost giant. What's more, he had convinced Thor to lie to you while he hid away, going through some type of animalistic heat cycle that ended with the two of sleeping together. Suffice to say, things between you were a tad more complicated. You had an already stressful enough relationship since he had joined the Avengers, so much so that you didn’t need the added complication that would come from talking about what had happened: one time, didn't mean anything, never gonna happen again sex.
You typed away on the computer, trying to push Loki to the back of your mind as you turned up the music on your phone.
He had distracted you since Saturday when the “incident” occured. Afterwards you locked him and Thor in the containment cell to teach them a lesson about lying to you- and partially because you needed a moment to yourself before having to face the brothers Grimm.
You had even threatened to tell Tony about the entire incident just to “put the fear of God” in them. In reality, in the three days since Tony has been back at the tower, you hadn't had the slightest inkling to rat the Odisons out.
And they both knew it, too.
Though you hadn't seen Loki since releasing them from their makeshift jail, Thor had made it a point to find you once he realized you hadn't reported them.
~”I greatly appreciate you keeping this weekend a secret, Lady y/n. It means lot to my brother and I that you didn't tell Tony Stark… though I know I should tell him myself, but you see…” The god of thunder paused, trying to feel out his words carefully. “You see, I don't know if you've noticed, but Loki staying here has been a bit…”
“Messy, chaotic,” you interrupted, “Dangerous?”
“Yes, admittedly all of those things. It's just that I am all Loki has left. He doesn’t feel accepted by the Asgardians, he doesn’t feel accepted by Midgardians. I know him being here is not ideal and everyone has their doubts, but I cannot abandon my brother. So you keeping this secret for him, it really means a lot to us both. Even if he won't admit it.”~
There wasn’t much you could say to him at the time, just nod and go on about your day. Truth be told, you were keeping another secret for Loki (the two of you sleeping together) but you weren’t going to be the one to let him know.
“Shit, I’m never going to finish this,” you grumbled when you were STILL dwelling on Loki and things related to him. It wasn’t made easier that the report you were writing was practically about him.
Accepting you weren’t going to get anything done, you looked down at your mug. You didn’t know how long you had been working, but what was left of your coffee had gotten cold and you were starting to get hungry. Saving your work, you closed your laptop and ventured out of your room to the kitchen in your apartment.
You were walking through the hallway when you heard three distinct, short raps at your apartment door.
“Just a sec,” you shouted, peaking in the mirror that hung in the hall. You cursed yourself for not bothering with makeup this morning, less from the dark circles under your eyes and more for the sizable teeth marks embedded in the crook of your neck from where Loki had bitten you. You pulled your hair out of its tie and wrapped it methodically around your shoulders until you were sure it was hidden enough.
When you got to the door, you tapped the special keypad on the side to activate the two-way-mirror feature installed on all the apartment doors that allowed anyone inside to see who was at their door.
Your heart thumped extra hard at the sight of Loki standing with his hands folded behind his back, impatiently shifting from one foot to the other as he stared off down the hall nervously.
You couldn’t help but scoff, “Speak of the devil.”
Closing your eyes you tried to envision what could possibly come of speaking with him, until he knocked again in the same manner.
This time you managed to make out the squareness of his shoulders, the tightness of his lips.
He was in a serious mood, making you all the more apprehensive to answering the door.
You finally swung it open, meeting his grimace with a wide eyed and toothy smile. “Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite My Chemical Romance backup dancer. Is there something I can help you with?”
He pulled a piece of paper out from behind his back. “We had training. We were scheduled at 0800. It is now 1200,” he told you pointedly. You couldn’t help but quirk you brow, confused that, of all things, this is what he had come to discuss.
“What a surprise. All the times I’ve had to hunt you down and drag you to training and the one day I forgot, you actually hunt ME down?” You took a moment to appreciate the poetic irony of the moment before declaring, “Yeah, I’m not doing that. I’m busy with paperwork. But I appreciate the enthusiasm, keep it up and I’ll be ready to get right on that training as soon as I’m done. Okay bye,” and you tried to shut your door.
Loki shoved his heavy boot in the doorway in time to stop it from closing.
“No, that isn't all. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you avoiding me. First you didn’t even tell me of the meeting with the man of iron Monday and, counting today, you have missed three training sessions.”
Your eyes narrowed up at him but you didn’t say anything.
What could you say, he wasn’t wrong. Even now, being this close to him, you felt an ache begin to form in the pit of your stomach. An ache you didn’t quite know how to place.
Loki cleared his throat, looking away when he told you, “While I appreciated the peace and quiet at first, now I am quite curious as to whether or not we should discuss what happened…”
You begged your heart to stop pounding in your chest, but failed. “Absolutely not, there’s no reason to do that. We can go back to our regularly scheduled bickering sessions when I’m not knee deep in this report.”
“Report, what report?” There was a height in his tone, perhaps concerned over the linguistics of your report.
“Don’t worry, it’s not on THAT. It’s about the mission in Russia last week.”
“Why?” he asked incredulously. “If I remember correctly, the mission was a success.”
“You realize you caused a woman to get hurt?”
At that Loki let out a scowl, realizing what particular moment you were speaking of. “I diverted a weapon from hitting a teammate- you, actually, if I remember correctly. I thought that’s what Avengers did was save people? Is that not what you heros are always going on about? Saving lives?”
“Not teammates lives, you greased up Link-wannabe, you’re supposed to protect civilians! Not help a building to fall on them!”
In the midst of Operation MotherLand, while coming under heavy fire from several assailants, Sam and Nat were split up from you and Loki. You had instructed Loki to maintain the four civilians with you while you tried to get the upper hand in the situation. You had managed to radio Nat and could make out a clearing to get through behind the shooters. Unbeknownst to you, someone had come up behind you with the intention of ending the stand-off. Loki instinctively grabbed hold of the man and threw him. Fortunately for you, the assailant hadn’t had time to take the shot. Unfortunately for one of the civilians, Loki had thrown the man into a column supporting the roof over your heads, crumbling the the already damaged structure. The building began collapsing around you all and, while all four civilians weren’t killed, one woman’s leg had gotten pinned under some rubble.
“I promise I’m the first one to acknowledge what you did was... helpful. But the fact remains that our job was to secure the terrorists and help any innocents who got in the crossfire. My safety, your safety, anyone else on our team, it all comes after. There is only the mission and ensuring civilians make it out.”
Squaring his jaw, Loki clicked his tongue before responding, “I’m sorry, Lady y/n. Next time I’ll simply allow the enemy to shoot you.”
The two of you locked eyes as you opened the door enough to step up to him. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen up: I didn’t join the Avengers to be saved, Loki. I’m not some damsel in distress. I joined to SAVE lives and while I love every single member on this team, I know, and they know, that if it comes to an innocent or one of us,” you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s called sacrifice. Everytime I go out, or Steve goes out, or Nat, or Sam or even Thor, we know there is always that chance that we may not come back. We do what we can to be smart about it, but the fact of the matter is innocents come first.”
“Oh! Please!” Loki snorted, pressing a finger to your chest and making you step backwards into the apartment as he moved forward. “You expect me to believe you’re so self righteous that you believe sacrifice to be the only way? The midgardian was hurt, but she lived. And you lived. Yes, she may have been worse for ware, but you would have died. I don’t see that as a bad trade.”
“Yep. Self righteous. Okay, Loki, I think that concludes this week’s episode of Days of our Lives, you can leave now,” you strained to say, no longer looking at him. This wasn’t the first time you had this fight. The two of you argued the entire flight home from Russia about this very same thing.
Letting out a sigh, you shook your head. “I’ll pick up our training when I’m done with this report. If you’re so broken up about missing training, you can go play with Tony’s simulators until then.” When he didn’t make a motion to move, you glanced up. “This is the part where you leave.”
You were stunned when, rather than turning to leave you in peace, the god of mischief stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Loki?” you spoke softly, feeling a rise in your chest. “What are you-”
“Why didn’t you tell Tony or the others?”
The change in subject was unexpected, and honestly you wondered if he was talking about him being a Jotun or the sex you had. “Maybe I did?” you lied.
Loki snickered at the suggestion, tilting his head to show you the smirk on his face. “Please, darling, lying to the prince of lies?” He tsked. “Really. Why didn't you tell them? I know you have all been itching to cast me out, so why ruin a perfectly good opportunity?”
“Cast you out?” you repeated. You backed away, needing some distance and hoping he wouldn’t notice how tense he made you. “We don't want to cast you out, you hard headed asshat. We want you to FOLLOW DIRECTION. And NOT LIE! Two habits that CLEARLY seem to be a foreign concept for you.”
When the god of mischief only narrowed his eyes, you went on with a sigh. “Look, I already told you I won't tell anyone about you turning into Smurfette and as far as everything else,” despite yourself you blushed thinking about it, “It's really not a big deal. So much so we don't have to mention it. Ever.”
Loki watched you, no longer smiling, but deep in concentration as he mulled over what you said. “So you would keep all of this a secret?”
“What's a secret between teammates?” And in a bold action, you held out your hand. “I'll make you a deal, right now. I won't tell anyone about you being Frosty.” Loki reached out to take your hand, but you retracted it before adding, “BUT you have to promise you won't lie to me anymore cause that shit is getting real old real fast.”
The poker face the god of mischief wore was enough to make you second guess yourself, contemplating just how much risk you were taking in keeping his true Jotun bloodline from the rest of the Avengers. You had never had to keep a secret from your team and the feeling was bitter. You knew after the falling out between Steve and Tony that secrets didn’t make friends, but Loki and Thor were both right: the team didn't care for the raven haired x employee of Thanos. Any reason to discredit him would most likely result in his expulsion from the team.
But if you could train him to not be such a liability on missions, the new development might prove easier to wave off.
Before you changed your mind, Loki took your hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around your hand. “I accept.” He offered you a sly smile that only made you feel more uneasy. You hastily pulled your hand away to reach for the door’s handle.
“So now that's all cleared away, you can go play with the simulators and I can get my report….” as the door clicked out of its lock, Loki reached over your head and pushed the door back shut. You turned, looking up at him as you pressed your back to the door. “I take it there's more?” you tried to say in your normal bemused tone, when really your chest was fluttering. He was so close.
There was a darkness to his face you couldn't quite read, just different enough from his normal brooding manner to make you hold your breath.
It was the same look he had in the containment cell, minus the red eyes.
“Loki, you're sorta freaking me out, you’re not about to tell me frost giants lay eggs that burst out through people's chest right?” It was a half joke half serious concern.
“I haven't slept in days, y/n,” Loki confessed. He pressed a hand against his forehead as he went on, “Ever since I changed back -I cannot explain it- but I haven't felt… myself. Normally once a cycle is complete I feel fine but these past few days...” His eyes left yours just as you felt his hand come up and swipe through your hair. It wasn't until you saw his eyes widen that you realized he was looking at the bite mark he had left on you. “Did I...” His brow creased.
“It’s really no big deal,” you forced out, trying your damnedest to convince him so he would drop it.
His jaw clenched while he tried to read any hidden messages you may be concealed. “Y/n, are you afraid of me?”
“Excuse me? Don't be ridiculous, of course I'm not-”
“Really?” he pressed, closing the space between you before leaning down into your ear. “Because I can only imagine how terrified you must have been-” His fingers traced up your arms, sending goosebumps all over your body. “-trapped alone in a cage with a monster...”
A hard set of knocks vibrated through your back, instantly making you go quiet even before Loki’s hand came down over your mouth. You didn’t know if he did it out of reflex or because he honestly believed you would scream, but you furrowed your brow at him before smacking his hand away.
“Yes?” you called out, noting the distinctive flaring of Loki’s nostrils as he waited for you to give him away.
“Hey, it’s Nat!”
You backed off the door and shoved Loki to the side, cracking the door just enough to not be rude but also hiding the god of mischief. You smiled at your neighbor from across the hall, beaming, “Sup! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Actually, I need a favor. I got a call to go back out to run more surveillance in Russia.”
“That job has really become a shit show hasn't it?”
“You don't even know the half of it. We are all due back out after we get a bit more intelligence on the overall operation. Turns out it's a little bigger than we originally thought.”
“Isn't it always?”
She huffed in agreement before asking, “Anyway, d’ya mind feeding Maleficent for me while I’m gone? Should be back in the next day or two.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. Her food’s in the fridge, right?”
“Yup. Alright, I’ll see you when I get back, keep the satellite phone on hand for when I get bored of listening to Sam and his invincible move on Mortal Kombat.” You were jealous Nat always got paired off with Sam on these missions; he always had the best handheld games to make the time pass.
“Most definitely,” you agreed, leaning through the doorway to hug her shoulders. “See you. And stay safe.”
“I’m so safe my codename should be Safety Nat.” She shot you a look before you began pulling your door closed. You knew when she didn't start walking that she had something else she wanted to say, only opening it back up when she came out with, “Y/n, are you okay? You’ve been kind of quiet since the meeting the with Ross. You missed our wine date.”
“We had a wine date?” you laughed.
“Every weeknight is our wine date. So you've missed two.”
“And here you are, blowing me off for tonight's date. What a terrible pair we are.” Shaking your head with another chuckle, you clarified, “I’m fine, just been working on this stupid report.”
“How much more you got left?” But she didn’t let you answer. Instead, Nat reached out and took your hand in hers. “I’m sorry you’re kinda getting drug through it because of Loki, but it’s just like that with new recruits. Sometimes you luck up and get trainees that want to give it their all, follow the rules, and always know just what to do. But sometimes you get…”
“You get someone who wants to be a solo act and doesn’t understand how to be a team player,” you finished, feeling Loki’s eyes burning on the back of your head. “But it’s fine now. We’re working on some team building skills… ya know, something to help get him ready for our next mission. ”
“Well, I wish you all the luck in the world,” she told you honestly, giving you her signature smolder before waving her fingers at you, finally heading off.
You watched her disappear into the elevator down the hall until suddenly Loki's hand caught the door and pushed it closed, nearly clipping face. “Now, where were we?“
You pressed your hand to Loki's chest, forcing him against the door, making sure he saw you didn't flinch. “Let me take this opportunity to make this perfectly clear: I am NOT afraid of you. You think just ‘cause you turn blue and have freaky eyes you scare me? Please. I've gone head to head with the Hulk after Bruce flipped out in the middle of a covert mission in Argentina. Blue, green, purple, I dont give a shit what color someone is, i’ll kick anyone’s ass that breaks off from a mission.” Loki inhaled sharply and you could tell you had made your point to the god of mischief: that he, in fact, didn't frighten you in the least.
After a long moment of the two of you trying to stare each other down, you let him go.
“You lied to your friend,” Loki grumbled under his breath while he straightened his cloak,, his eyes never once leaving you. “You said we were working on team skills.”
“We are,” you snapped back, aggravated by his relentlessness. “1800 hours. Meet in training room 7b. And don’t bring this shitty attitude.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, all while he thought on the suggestion. “Alright. 1800 hours, 7b. I’ll see you then.” Retreating, he glanced over his shoulder at you one last time before closing the door behind him.
Leaning your back against the door and letting your body slide down, you couldn’t help but breath out in relief that he was finally gone. Regardless of how good your straight-face game was from years of training in special ops and concealment, you were beginning to waver. Putting your hand on your chest, you willed yourself to breath, trying to calm down enough to think straight.
How were you going to be able to train with Loki if simply looking at him made your heart race? When touching him made you breathless?
You ran your hands over your face, letting out an UGH as you remembered you still needed to go finish the report.
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Ok so nobody’s going to see this but I need personal entertainment so ya... if anyone sees this please please please like and reblog is my first fic
a/n:Pietro Maximoff x reader- Pietro and y/n we’re dating but when Pietro says the wrong thing a bet takes place and the team is ready to watch all the fun happen. The bet is to be tested at one of Tony’s Gatsby ass party’s. SMUTT
“Morning guys” y/n chirps walking into the kitchen.
“Y/n it’s 1:30pm” Tony laughs.
“ boohoo Steve’s the one that got me up at 5am and made me go on my run the train till 8am”
“Ugh he did that to me yesterday too’” Peter pouts earning laughs.
“Hey baby” Pietro strolls into the kitchen with Steve and Bucky by his side as they had all taken to each other in some odd Big-Dick-Energy-squad-way.
“Hey Piet” y/n smiles and goes over to wrap herself around him she hears a fake gag and looks over know the two sources, Sam and Clint. “Sam get a girlfriend, and Clint go home to your family farm,” y/n throws out. Snickers go across the room, it wasn’t even that funny.
Tony claps his hands calling for the teams attition. “ It’s party time guys tonight 10:00pm bring your party pants Cap.” Tony says.Everyone is pleasantly surprised it’s actually been a while since one of his party’s.
——————*10:10pm
Sam,Rhodes,Bruce, Tony, Steve, Clint , Bucky , and Pietro were already in the party waiting for the girls. They were on the topic of teasing some how Sam probably started it.
“Come on your saying she never teases you” Sam said. In walked Nat, Pepper, Sharron, Wanda, Laura,Maria, and Y/n. They all looked stunning all dolled up and sexy like. They were fashionably late as always. The boys were flabbergasted.
“ Who doesn’t tease who” y/n asked.
“You, Speedy says you don’t tease him obviously he was lying look at you girl daummm,” Sam says.
Y/n laughs and says “thanks Sam, and don’t tease you huh you couldn’t keep your hands off me for more than the length of this party” y/n say stepping closer to him.
“bet me” Piet breaths. Oh it’s on.
——11:45pm
They’re all dancing and mingling having good times but also watching y/n and Piet.
Pietros POV
Damn she lookes good. That navy blue dress with a slit way too far up her thigh for his liking. She was dancing with Sam which really bothered him. And her white pumps with her loose natural curly/wavy hair half way down her back. She didn’t have any makeup on really just powder mascara and pink lipstick. Damn she smelled like warm Vinnila sugar her signature scent. He couldn’t take it much longer.
——- 12:10am
He couldn’t take it anymore the light touching and HEAVY teasing. He made his way over to her and Sam kissing her passionately and speeding off to his room with her. ( Sam walks over to Bucky and says “ pay up they just left to fuck” “damnit”)
“Cmon baby you know know what you been doing to me making me want you so bad” Piet says “ want you now”
“Admit you lost the bet” y/n breaths.
“ I lost the bet but I won something else baby girl.”
“Ya know you should take good care of you prizes.” And with that y/n was pushed against th wall in a heated kiss she needed this as much as him. She reaches down to tug on his suit jacket then once that’s off she unbuttons his dress shirt. In one foul swoop y/n pretty silk dress is torn in half she lets out a whine and Piet quickly swallows it.
“On the bed now baby girl” she happily obliged and sat on her knees at the edge of the bed undoing Pietro belt and sliding his pants off. A mischievous look appears on her face.she got up in just her bra and thong and pushed Pietro back onto the bed.
“ now what was that about I didn’t tease you I’ll show you what teasing is.”
“ cmon baby I need you you already teased so much.” She shushed him and stood on the bed white pumps making it hard so stand so she sat on his stomach and scratched her heels on his legs behind them. She started grinding on his stomach and the tent in Pietros boxers was now very uncomfortable he shifted under her making he notice his erection. She slid down his body and he sat up against the headboard. She slid his boxers off wrapping he legs around his abdomen for support she took the head of his cock into her mouth and continued to blow him, before he got to cum she pulled away and sat up reaching be hind her and unhooked her bra. She knew Pietro could easily take control and that’s what she wanted to make him do through teasing and instead of getting him to his release she took off her thong leaving the both butt nacked. She needed got off the bed and strutted to her closet in only her pumps she bent over to take them off but the speedster was already on it. He had her back in bed in not even a second. He lined him self up with her and slid int hey started to moan in sinc and when the reached their climaxes the ride them out. That continued ALL night till about 4am maybe 5am
——— The next morning.
Y/n woke up so friggin sore it was 9am and Piet felt her stir and cuddled her closed to him the both fell backed to sleep until about 2:00pm. They got up and y/n put on some new panties and Pietros dress shirt from the previous night. She said she could barely move but thanks to his super fash healing property’s he was good as new almost. She got on his back and he light packed her into the kitchen him clad in a pair of grey joggers and no shirt. The AC had also been broken so this wasn’t uncommon. They walked in y/n clinging to her boyfriend he face tucked into his neck giving small kisses every now and again.
“ hey guys have a fun last nigh?” Nat smirked over her coffee.
“Mm it was the best time I’ve ever had” y/n said turning her head to face the team.
“Oh hey love birds thanks for making me richer” Tony said walking into the kitchen with Steve.
“Hey y/n ready for work outs.” Steve asked
“Ya right” y/n laughs.
“She burned more then enough calories last night I personally saw to it.” Piet interjects.
“Ya I definitely can work ou again till tomorrow” y/n declares, “ I don’t even think I can walk right now” she continued
“Gross” the whole team yells.
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