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the widow’s bunny - part 6
author’s note | so sorry for not updating soon, i wasn’t feeling well but here’s another part! i think i’m also going to end this series soon, i just don’t know how the ending will appear. enjoy!
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | smut ; pet names ; very 18+!!!
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Back in boarding school, never once in your life that a person would smack you in the face – hard. Even though you’ve been reckless and dull, never once did a person hit you in the face. And to a lot of people, they would think that hurting someone if they’ve been bad is a good thing. It could be, sure, but maybe the environment is different or it’s also the culture. You, on the other hand, think that violence is just not the answer – everyone does agree on that.
So her apology, her promises, weren’t real. And god you wish you were aware of her own actions. You wanted to fight back; punch her, kick her, choke her, anything for her to just fucking die. But, no. You chose not to because that’s how a good human being you fucking are.
“I’m sorry,” She rasps out as she tries to reach for your hand, but you quickly flinched away from her. Your eyes averted to the ground, afraid to look at her dark green orbs. She continues on, begging: “Baby, I didn’t mean that. I would never–”
You beat her to it, “You’ve said that 3 times this week.”
“I know–”
“Don’t even fucking start,” you began to chuckle, and felt your cheek. It hurts, a lot. Even by the slightest touch, it felt like a whole chair just rammed against your face. Natasha’s facial expression changes as her eyebrows scrunch and look at you with her hard eyes. Now your stomach feels tingling. Bad move.
“Did you just fucking cuss at me?”
Your throat starts to dry up as you gulp and walk back slowly, her demeanor body getting closer to you with each step back you take. You shake your head, frantically, like some scarred child, and responded with a lighter tone, “Nat, I didn’t mean that. I just, you can’t keep hitting me–”
Her hand collides with your neck and grips it hard, pulling your face closer to hers, and begins to spit out the most venomous words out of her pretty mouth.
“Try fucking speaking to me like that again and you’ll deserve a lot more than that, you fucking brat. I gave you everything! My love, my body, this fucking house!”
“Nat, stop–”
“And you chose to disrespect me?” she scoffs and slams you against the wall, your head hitting the concrete harshly as you feel nausea kicking through your head. “You’re just a pathetic little bitch that I own, that I want to fuck, that I want to abuse whenever I want to fuck you. Disrespect me one more time, you’ll deserve a lot of beating.”
This was the scariest statement that Natasha has ever spilled to you – and you felt horror within your eyes. Your face begins to pale as her hand grips your neck tighter than ever until you have lost your breathing. Thank god, she let go of you and now you are heaving with all your strength. You fell to the ground, clutching your eyes tight as you held your neck – yelping at how sensitive it was. Natasha stood there proudly and walked a few steps away to grab a glass of whiskey that was already poured onto the glass. Gulping it down, she mutters,
“I shouldn’t have been that harsh to you, I agree, but you needed it.”
What a cruel fucking bitch.
“You’re evil,” you muttered with no shame and wiped the tears on your cheeks as you got up from the floor. She looks at your deflated body and smiles. She fucking smiled, the audacity! You rolled your eyes and sat on the couch, not offering a seat for her – you wouldn’t want to get close anyway. But then, she did get close and sat beside you, her arm linking around your shoulders, and sighed. You don’t know if that was a relief or an angry sigh, but you don’t care at this point.
“Look, all I’m asking is for you to obey me,” she states once again and looks at your eyes dreamingly. “I’m just… do you hate me that much? I’ve given you everything, isn’t that enough?”
“What will make me happy is for you to let me go.”
“Oh please,” she scoffs and swigs her whiskey glass. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the way I fucked you. You were begging for my cock.”
You hate to admit it but you really were begging to be fucked by her. It’s unexplainable, to be honest, but you couldn’t disagree with the fact that you liked it. It’s the way she touches your body as if she knows it so well and that is what made you lose yourself in this kind of translation that somehow, maybe somewhere, you could possibly like her back. If she wasn’t as psycho, a maniac, then probably you’d fall for her–
“Someone is calling me,” she whispers with a groan and takes her phone that was on the coffee table. Natasha excused herself until you were all alone in the living room, still hurting from the way she slapped you in the face.
The widow goes into a quiet area and sees Clint on her screen. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She thought to herself and took a long inhale, then exhaled when she picked up the call and brought the phone to her ear.
“Clint, what’s up?” Natasha says in a monotone that she always uses whenever she’s talking to her friends. But, Clint wasn’t her friend anymore. It felt too wrong to even think of him as a friend.
“I know you’re busy in Budapest and all that,” A lie. “But, have you seen my daughter? She’s been gone for weeks. The detective and the police are involved now, and I just… you’re my best friend, Nat. I know how much you love my children. So please if Y/N told you to not contact me or anything because she’s away I just – please let me know now.”
The evil she is, the assassin did not have remorse for Clint. Not even a hint of sadness accommodated her body, none. And that’s probably why she kidnapped you – it’s because she wouldn’t feel anything for the people that you loved. That’s a good trait for Natasha.
“Clint, I’m so sorry but,” Natasha takes a deep breath. “I haven’t contacted Y/N since I left. Have you checked the whole city? I’m sure she’s just there.”
“No, she isn’t in the fucking city! She’s not everywhere! She could be fucking dead–”
Natasha looks by her shoulder and sees you holding a glass of water between your hands – looking down. She smiled to herself, finding you adorable in that kind of position while Clint is ranting about you on the phone. I can watch you for hours, detka. You’re so–
“Are you even listening to me?”
Snapping from her haze, she cleared her throat and responded to him, “Yeah. I understand you, Clint. I do, but I really don’t know where your daughter is. Right now I’m currently very busy, you called at the wrong time.”
“Can you at least help me find her? I know you care about Y/N.”
“I’m afraid not Clint,” Natasha tells him apologetically – even though she wasn’t truly apologizing – and sighs. “I wish I could help, but not right now.”
She hung up quickly and placed her phone back at the table, smiling to herself proudly. Natasha took that very well and noticed how her emotions were stable enough for Clint so that he wouldn’t have ideas of course. She walks back to you and watches how your body moves everything you breathe. You look up, catch her eye, and smirk at you.
As soon as she cups your chin, pulling you towards her with a grip that made you slip out a guttural moan and chuckles deeply at you, tilting her head. Whispering, “I had a talk with your father. And, they found my precious baby. Unfortunately, they won’t find us anymore. We will be moving to Paris.”
Your eyes widen and quickly respond with a stutter, “Paris?! Natasha, we absolutely cannot! You’re making the whole situation worse, they will find us. Just give it up already!”
Natasha harshly lets go of your jaw and walks around the room, her hand placed on her forehead as she looks back at you with a darker shade of green eyes. She dangerously whispered close to your face, saying: “They will never find us. You’re mine, Y/N. Whether you fucking like it or not, you’re going to be with me forever. Wherever I go.”
Of course, you couldn’t do anything but let out a few tears and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to calm yourself down from her statement. You’re going to move to Paris, with the person you don’t even love, and it’s killing you slowly. You remember your teacher telling you that you’ll have an amazing life once you get out of boarding school, and you held onto it until a whole building falls on you and now you’re in this reality that you can’t accept yet. Your toxic trait is telling you that you can escape from her little cage, but you can’t. Natasha, knowing her so well, can get on with her ways. Either you’re with her or you’re dead. But somehow you’re preferring to be dead than to fall in love with her.
THE NEXT DAY, Natasha asks you to pack a couple of suitcases for your clothes. Initially, you didn’t want to and will do your best to beg but also remember that she could possibly hit you again. So, you followed her orders.
While packing your belongings, you remember the times when you used to be so happy and not here in this hellhole. You shed a tear as you’re in this dream where you’re finally free from her chambers, running to your mom as she embraced you with a warm hug. You almost felt it, feeling too real, until you got lost in it. Sighing, you closed the suitcase and put it aside from the door.
I love you, Mom and Dad.
You were now taking a warm bath to soothe your aching body until someone who you didn’t want stepping into the shower, kissing your neck passionately. You groaned and whispered to Natasha, “Can we not have sex today? I’m very tired.”
She hummed softly and palmed your breasts within her rough hands, kissing you all the way down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but expose your neck more as you want to feel more of her intoxicating wet kisses all over your skin. A guilty pleasure, perhaps.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Natasha mutters hotly and brings her hand all the way down to your waist, pulling you until her pelvis touches your ass; making you whimper. “I love the way your body responds to me. Let me touch you, sweet girl. I promise Mommy will make you feel good.”
Her hand slips to your inner thigh as she squeezes it, yearning for your reaction. Your head falls back onto her shoulder and lets her access more of your body. Natasha smirks at you and continues to penetrate your thighs until she gets to your cunt which is surprisingly wet. She groans into your ear and whispers once more,
“Such a fucking slut for me, a good fucktoy huh? Tell me, baby, tell me you’re my fucktoy.”
You couldn’t help yourself again and get lost in this sex hole where it’s just you and her.
“I’m your fucktoy!” You whined and she quietly shushes you as she turns your body around until your back hits on the cold-tiled wall. Whimpering at her goddess, devilish sight – her mouth captures your lips and lets out a moan when you open your mouth so she can have her tongue inside of it. Gladly, she pushes her tongue and you felt how wet it was. Both of your tongues move together perfectly like it was made to be perfect somehow. And, you got so lost that you were starting to become an addict to her taste. She pulls away and presses her forehead against yours and smoothly trails down her long fingers until it is met with your folds.
“Dripping for me, kotenok?” You nodded and slowly opened your legs wide for her, she gladly pressed her core against yours as she ruts you only once – you let out a loud strangled moan and covered your mouth as you watch Natasha capturing your right nipple with her warm mouth.
“I could rip out your tits from my mouth, you know that right? You’re such a fucking whore, just for me. Only for me.”
Natasha spreads your legs wide open until your fleshing cunt is finally exposed all to her glory. She smirked at you and then blew on your clit a little before kissing your pubic bone lovingly. Grabbing your ass from the back, she kisses your hipbones accordingly then whispers against your cunt, “I’m going to eat you out until you can’t come anymore.”
“Oh fuck!” You gasped at the way Natasha’s tongue flapped against your folds like some greedy, starved woman. She shuts her eyes completely and moans against your pussy while licking your folds with her talented tongue. The widow looks back up at you and watches your chest start to heave messily. She can see everything; the way your tits move because of her mouth, your hand are covering your eyes as you felt your orgasm coming through soon, and your stomach sucked in and out – almost can’t take at how experienced Natasha’s mouth was.
It was like watching a favorite movie with Natasha; she loved everything that she saw from you.
“Fuck me hard, fuck me harder! Please–I can’t take it!” you begged loudly. It was all too much, the tongue, the moans, the redhead who’s currently eating you out like it was her last meal – everything was too much. You couldn’t handle it, it all felt too powerful. Too good. Natasha glances back up at you and teasingly presses her entire mouth onto your cunt hard.
She pulls away – although still close to your wet cunt – and spreads your folds with two of her fingers. Then, smirking, she spits on your cunt and licks the fat nub of your clit, making you lose yourself once more. You didn’t even realize that more of your juices were gushing out, pleasing Natasha, and ate it like a champ. She mumbles onto your clit, “Taste so fucking good for me. God, play with your tits. Let Mommy make you come.”
You followed her orders and played with your breasts with both of your hands, kind of frightened because you had no support. Well, one of your legs was placed on Natasha’s shoulders as she greedily eats your cunt. You swallowed hard and played with your nipples as you were about to reach your climax. You can see her eyes attached to where she was lapping all your juices, growling hungrily. If you were going to admit, that turned you on so much more–
“God damn it, baby, you taste so fucking good,” the woman lets out an aggressive sigh. She plays your clit with the tip of her tongue as you try to grind your core against her face for more friction. Your hands were threaded full of her hair and continued to rut against her face until you felt your orgasm coming in any second.
“Nat, I’m going to cum!” you held your breath as you tried your best not to orgasm without the woman’s consent. She looks at you with her usual devious eyes and winks at you. You’re about to lose it.
“Cum in my mouth, baby girl, let mommy feel your cum,” Natasha murmurs right against your cunt, letting out a hum to make a vibration that made you even crazier than before. You finally lose control as you come hard inside of her greedy mouth, moaning and shrieking at the same time. You’re pretty sure you’ve made an awfully a lot of pornographic sounds, not that you’re complaining. You chanted, “Thank you” while still coming inside of her mouth as Natasha took it with a munch formulating her mouth.
As soon as you came down, your pussy muscles stopped clenching on her tongue and the woman pulls away from you – licking her mouth with satisfaction. Natasha finally stands up from the tiled floor and pulls you into a heated kiss. Both of you let out a desperate moan and continued to dance your tongues together as her hands trailed down onto the back of your waist, pulling you much closer to her naked body. She suddenly bites down on your bottom lip and pulls it out, making you whine in pain and most of all, pleasure. The woman chuckles again and grabs your left leg to wrap it around her hips.
“Did you feel good, baby?” she asks while kissing down on your neck sloppily. You nodded, too tired to speak as you’re still coming down from your high, and replied with a breathless whisper: “Yes, I feel so good.”
“Hmm,” Natasha smiles into your neck and looks back into your hooded eyes, pouting slightly. She pecks your lips gently and nuzzles her nose with yours. You soon close your eyes while the woman, who just ate you out, trails her hands up and down on your arm with so much tenderness that you almost believed that this was another Natasha you’re with. Natasha, this version of her, is comforting for you. Because she wasn’t as mean or would hit you out of nowhere, she’s just loving and caring all at the same time.
And that’s probably scary because you could never trust someone like how you trusted Natasha before.
“I love you,” she whispers to your mouth, smiling to herself as soon as she confessed her love for you. “I love you so much, my detka. My kotenok. You’re the love of my life, I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”
The water trails down onto both of your bodies as you crept a small smile on your face, feeling giddy with her small confession that it’s possible it won’t mean anything the next day. But, you’re so lost within this phase that it’s hard to get out of it. You want to stay here with her, like this. Maybe it’s all you ever needed and desperately wanted, sure, and it doesn’t feel like you.
Who cares about that right now, anyway?
Without even thinking about it, you said it back – with so much affection that it disbeliefs Natasha completely.
“I love you too, Natasha.”
She lets out a relieved laugh and after a solid 30 seconds, it dies down and sighs with a smile on her face. Natasha crept her lips onto yours once again, feeling the water prickling on both of your mouths, and pulls away with a broken voice, responding: “I love you more, I promise.”
Something inside of you tells you that maybe you should try learning how to love a psychopathic woman, even though it’s not what you wanted or did, but you could try. You can try. Because this is your reality now. There’s no escaping to that.
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“Bonjour Madame! Que puis-je faire pour vous aujourd'hui?”
“I don’t speak french, sorry–”
“Deux verres de vin, s'il vous plaît. Et Aussi, peut-être un beignet glacé,” Natasha responds to the waiter with a tight lip smile across her face while you sat there, stunned at how impressive the accent was. You felt intimidated. The waiter smiles at both of you and walks away, leaving you both alone at an expensive restaurant, somewhere around the road in France. You and her just arrived from Ohio today and Natasha decided to take you to a lovely restaurant that was a bit far from your destination for later.
“This is a nice place,” you say after a long-dead silence between you two. She looks back up at you, giving you a small smile.
“France is pretty, yeah?”
“Very,” you responded while taking a swig of your glass that was on the table, taking a large amount of gulp. Continuing, you said: “So, are we staying here forever? What’s your plan now, Romanoff?”
She lets out a light chuckle before putting the newspaper down on the table, leaning against the chair, and clasping her hands together as she places it on her lap. Sighing, she responds: “Don’t call me that, kotenok. We are far off from formality, and no. Maybe. I don’t know yet, we might go to Russia.”
For the past few hours, you have started to make a plan inside your head that goes along with “how-to-love-a-psychopath-even-though-you-don’t-want-to-love-her”. And right now, you have two. One, you pretend to love the way she talks or her action towards you. Two, let her fuck you since you’re only good for that. It sounds as difficult as it seems, but it’s really not. You just need to fake it… right?
Fake it? Should I also fake my orgasm too?
“You alright, sweet girl?”
You shook your head lightly as you snapped out from your daydream or whatever, and looked back at her with an apologetic smile. She smiles back and leans against the table; eyes piercing at you. She then brings her hand onto the table and softly takes your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. If you’re going to be honest, just a quick honesty, you like the way she pecks your skin.
You’re fucking insane.
Kissing it once more, she whispers onto your knuckles: “I can’t wait for us to settle in. I want to be able to fully ravish you in our new home. Everywhere. Doesn’t that sound perfect, baby?”
“Mhm,” you responded with a hum and closed your eyes, imagining a scene where she was taking you to every spot that was available inside your humble abode. The couch, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, and especially the bedroom–
“Here are your drinks and food,” the waiter says with a thick french accent and places the wine glass down with a bottle of red wine. He smiles once again and leaves.
As you simmer the wine in your hands, you watch Natasha as she brings the rim of the glass to her mouth, takes a sip of her wine, and smiles gently at you with teeth. You smiled back and took a small sip and clutched your eyes at how rich the taste was. You’ve never tried expensive wine in your entire life, so this was all new to you.
“Never tried the finest wine, huh?” she asks while smugly putting her arm against the chair that supports her back. You giggled and nodded at her – feeling a little embarrassed with your own reaction.
She says, “It’s okay, darling. That’s perfectly–”
Y/N Barton, a 20-year-old, went missing in Brooklyn, New York. Investigators and the FBI are currently hunting for who could be the possible kidnapper of the child, and there are none for now. The girl has been missing for weeks now, and the Barton family will do everything they can to find the girl.
You heard your own name on the radio that was a few feet away from you as you looked at Natasha with horror in your eyes. She looks back at you and clenches her jaw. Fuck, she’s dead. We’re all dead.
“Come on,” she mutters and grabs your wrist, walking out of the restaurant as fast as you can. She immediately brings you inside her black SUV, almost pushing you inside, and closes the door with a loud shut. You bite your bottom lip with fear and press your knees together as you watch the older woman turn the ignition and drive away with a screech.
“Isn’t it stupid that we had to leave so soon? They’ll have suspicions over us–”
You can’t believe that you’re helping a kidnapper who is driving you both away from the restaurant you stepped in. And, more to that, you can’t believe you heard your own full name on the radio. They were going to find you, finally–no–you don’t even know at this point, you’re just confused. Natasha grabs your right hand and kisses the back of it roughly, whispering: “They’ll never find us. I promise. Okay?”
Without saying anything else, you muttered an: “Okay.” and continue to sit back tight as she drives you to the new house that you and her are going to live in – for now. Honestly, you can’t help but get into deep thoughts about why you are helping her to escape from the right authorities. Maybe you were getting comfortable with her? Or you just don’t want to be back in an isolated area where you’ve been awful. Or maybe, you’re falling in love with Natasha.
You scoff quietly to yourself, how can you be in love with Natasha when the only thing she does is to fuck you and hit you on the face; and also call you degrading names. But, you’re starting to feel sorry for the woman and have this connection towards her where you can fully open up to yourself. And, that’s merely not going to happen.
Right?
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If it ain’t Phoenix!
#my wife btw shes a taken woman#✂️ til the bed breaks the windows fog up the walls fall etc etc#i know the strap is big.#she walks with a certain swagger only possessed by masc lesbians who play bass and drive jeeps#natasha phoenix trace#top gun phoenix#natasha trace#monica barbaro#top gun maverick#tgm
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A midnight surprise//NSFW
Authors note: okay so this is my first EVER thing i've actually written and went through with, tell me if you want a part to or some shit, i did not proofread so like yeah be prepared, also i wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping it is now 3am, so god help me
(OKAY so this is the writer at a reasonable time, I wrote this 2-3am, so if it makes no sense, sorry, I was on an adrenaline rush [Also, I was just rereading this, and I think I completely changed the plot halfway through, still kind of makes sense.])
warnings: smut minors dni, possessive!wanda, mentions of drinking, toxic relationship, rough sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, knife play, mentions of drinking, strap-on sex, lesbian sex (obviously), manipulation if you squint
relationships: possessive!wanda maximoff x fem!y/n, natasha romanoff x darcy lewis x carol danvers x fem!y/n (platonic), jimmy woo x fem!y/n (platonic), darcy lewis x monica rambeau (mentioned), natasha romanoff x maria hill (mentioned), obsessive!exgf!agatha harkness x fem!y/n
summary: wanda is in love with y/n, like madly in love with her, they're practically already dating, just that, y/n doesn't know it yet! so when wanda sees your ex, agatha harkness, kissing you at a bar, her anger is immeasurable, so at midnight after the incident, she decides to pay you a visit. (btw they both work for s.h.i.e.l.d)
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Wanda cornered you in the bathroom, "You're mine," she said, jealousy as clear as daylight in her eyes as she held the dagger to your throat, "I don't want to see you around that whore again." She pressed the dagger to your cheek, letting the the smallest bit of blood drop onto her dagger before licking it off. "W-Wanda, we broke up months ago, I'm not into her!"
It was hard to argue back when Wanda's hand was pressed hard against your throat, your words slipping off your lips. Wanda's eyes narrowed in anger as she leaned in closer, the dagger coming dangerously close to cutting through your throat. "Did you forget already that I can do that?" Wanda pushed down harder on the dagger, her expression slowly turning into one of worry, "You won't be forgetting about this anytime soon. You're mine."
She dragged you into your apartments bedroom and practically threw you to the mattress. A couple hours ago you were just relaxing at the bar with your friends, why'd Agatha have to be there, you broke up 10 months ago, and yet when she noticed you she immediately started flirting with you. Wanda jumped on top of you and pinned you to the bed with her arms, she started kissing you neck with anger and lust, "You're mine." She repeated, "Not Agatha's, not Nat's, not anyone else." Wanda's lips went further down to your neck. She placed kisses onto your collarbone before getting to your belt buckle and unclasping it, dragging it down along with your panties. She had already ripped your shirt off so she continued to unbuckle your bra, struggling as she had you pressed under her on the bed.
You tried to flip around so you wouldn't be naked, but Wanda just pushed up her body to the side, pressing her breasts firmly on your back while sticking her dagger in your back, making you whimper. You gasped as her hand covered your mouth, "Sorry," she whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, "But I just can't let Agatha touch you. She's not going to get away with this, if I have to kill someone, it'll be Agatha" She then went to take off her pants, only to reveal the surprisingly large strap she had hidden under them.
Your mouth dropped at the sight of it, so she took the chance to thrust it into your pussy, making you moan at the haste of it all, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She put her mouth to yours and pushed her tongue inside to swallow all the noises you were making as she slowly started to thrust into you. Slowly soon turned into her bottoming you out as she thrusted deeper than you thought was possible. Her thrust were harder and faster than you've every experienced, and you were approaching the edge quickly. "You're mine Y/N!" Wanda hissed in your ear, her fingers digging into the flesh of your back before giving you one final thrust, sending you off the edge. The orgasm was so much that you passed out.
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You wake up the next morning to find you're still in the same position you were in the previous day, but now Wanda is gone. You're feeling slightly refreshed after sleeping in, but your back was really sore, and you don't feel the sheets that were covering your body. Your legs hurt from laying in the same position for so long, and your mind was more sore than your body was. You decide to get up and take a shower, still covered in sweat and smelling of sex.
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As the exit the bathroom, you think back to the night before, and your eyes darted to your bed. The sheets and bedspread were all folded neatly, but all the notes Agatha had been sending over the last few months were gone from your vanity, Wanda must have taken them. You were still unsure as to what Wanda was really up to, but you couldn't find the words to come to terms with her mind games, her manipulative actions. She practically broke into your apartment at midnight with her dagger, green jealousy radiating off her. You opened the door to see who was there and she just barged in and started walking you backwards, shutting the door with her foot, into the bathroom. It took you a while until you realized she was jealous over the fact Agatha was at the same bar as you last night and was flirting with you. How'd Wanda even find out, and more importantly, she liked you? You thought back to what happened at the bar.
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Natasha and Darcy were talking about their crushes, Maria and Monica, while Carol was observing, she noticed Agatha from across the bar and tapped your shoulder, recognizing your obsessive ex-girlfriend, you two were dating for 4 years, you had wanted to leave several times, but she always convinced you to say, eventually you had enough of her bullshit and left at night without another word. when she figured this out she was texting you for days before you blocked her. It had been 9 months since then and here she was, practically running towards you.
"Heyyyyyyy Y/N!! Howww have yoou b-eeeen!?" She was clearly way too drunk, as her words struggled to come out in coherent sentences and slurred around. "Uhm-" you tried to say, but Agatha interrupted you, "Y'knoowww, I'm reeeally sorrrrry aboout what happppednedd, I n-evvveerrr meannt tooo pusshh yoou a-awwayy!" Carol watched in silence as Nat and Darcy were trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing, but they stopped when drunk Agatha gripped you by your suit's collar and pulled you in for a kiss.
It took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening while her lips were on yours, but when you did you pushed her away as fast as you could, "Agatha, I'm not into you, how many times must I tell you this, stop sending me your fucking letters, we broke up 10 months ago, go get laid by someone else!" You snapped, and the people around you were shocked, Agatha looked about on the verge of tears, she turned around and sped away. You immediately felt guilt rise up, but you pushed it away, Agatha should've known better. Little did you know, your other secret admirer, Wanda, was too in that bar, watching the scene unfold.
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After eating breakfast and getting ready, you headed downstairs to your car so you could head to S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. That is wear Jimmy stopped you, "Darcy told me all about what went down last night, what a coincidence!" He laughed and so did you, "Yeah but I didn't mean to make her cry, but I just snapped, I forgot how difficult she is to handle.." "Well, more reasons as to why not to get back together!" he responded, putting a smile on your face, he always manages to do so. "Well I'll see you later, I'm heading to work." "Later!!" You heard him yell back as you walked away.
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When you arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your private study, not wanting to talk to anyone else of the incident. When you walked in you locked the door, but when you went to turn on the lamp in the dark room you were pinned against the door with speed "W-hat!?" "Shh hon.." when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Wanda. "Wands?" Wanda laughed a bit at your nervousness, "Yes love."
"Uhm, why are you here, what is happening, what happened last night, do you like m-" before you could fins rambling, Wanda shut you up with a passionate kiss, when she finished she responded "Well, I never got to finish what I started last night, since you passed out, never even got a chance to taste you!" Now that your eyes were just about fully adjusted to the darkness, you could tell Wanda's eyes were blown and darkened with lust.
She rose her knee to be firmly placed against your already soaked pussy, she grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door with her body, and began to grind you into her thigh, making you moan and whimper, you bucked your knees and began going faster, already close to the edge. Her grip on your hips tightened and she started grinding you harder and faster against her thigh, and when you were about to fall of the edge, she pulled away.
"Hey what the h-" before you could protest she grabbed your neck and started kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she rotated the both of you and dropped you in an arm chair, she then quickly tore your shirt off and starting palming at the back of your bra. When she got it off, she put her mouth around your nipple while taking off your pants and underwear. She started kissing your neck leaving marks as she teased you. Her hands groped your tits and clit at the same time, but she also grabbed your nipples and pinched. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure as her soft touches sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.
She moaned as you started grinding into her hand, feeling your orgasm start to rise. You moaned "Ahhhhh!" loudly and leaned into her touch, and suddenly your wall dropped and your climax hit. She decided this was the right time to stick three fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and deep, through your orgasm. "Wands, sensitive, please" you mumbled, struggling to turn incoherent thoughts into coherent words. You could already feel the next orgasm coming quickly, she could tell from the way your pussy was clenching her fingers like she was their life line, "I saw what happened at the bar," she said as she was still thrusting into you, you moaning wildly, " I don't want you kissing anyone but me." and with one particularly hard thrust you fell of the edge screaming her name.
She wasn't done yet, she took out her fingers and put one to her mouth, tasting it, "Mmm, so sweet" she moaned, she put the other two fingers up to your mouth as she worked to sit between your legs, but you couldn't care less. "Try it" You opened you mouth and sucked on her fingers, groaning at the taste. "Yeah good I know right, can't wait for more" "Wait what do yo- OHHHhhHH" before you could finish, Wanda started devouring you, which you were not prepared for, Wanda was sitting between your legs and was sucking on your clit like a hungry infant, not only was her tongue going wild on you, her fingers she had just put in your pussy were slamming in and out and she took one and sucked on it. You tried to scream, but before you could Wanda took your clit between her teeth and bit down, feeling her teeth against your sensitive spot sent you to your climax, the only problem was you had no idea how.
You just fell in her arms, completely spent. Wanda crawled up and kissed you, leaning back against the wall with a smug look on her face. "Did you hear me, no more Agatha or anyone for that matter." "Yeah yeah, of course.." you mumbled as you lay comfortably in her arms. As you fell asleep, Wanda whispered in you ear,
"You're mine now detka."
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#scarlet witch#the scarlet witch#scarlet witch x reader#dark wanda maximoff#wanda fanfic#natasha romanoff#darcy x monica#darcy lewis#natasha romanoff x maria hill#jimmy woo#carol danvers#captain marvel#agatha harkness#first fic#possessive behavior
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possessive!natasha who glares at anyone who dares even look in the direction of her girlfriend. flirty!wanda who only has eyes for her, but likes to rile natasha up sometimes so she flirts with the barista as they wait in line for their morning coffee. as soon as they get home, natasha fucks her rough with the biggest strap she owns while sucking dark hickeys all over wanda's neck, before kissing her softly and murmuring in that raspy low voice of hers, "now everyone will know that you're mine."
#charsgaythoughts#she's so fucking hot#possessive natasha my love#like yes please mark me up i can take it#wanda maximoff#wanda x natasha#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff#marvel#mcu#wandanat
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"You don't get what you deserve, you get what you take" - Lizzie Shelby S5
Lizzie Shelby in season 5 looks so expensive 🥵🔥💅🏼
#lizzie shelby#lizzie stark#peaky blinders#natasha o'keeffe#tommy shelby#tommy x lizzie#cillian murphy#peaky fookin blinders#peaky blinders gif#period series#periodic beauty#ada shelby#polly gray#tommy being possessive#lizzie is our queen#lizzie x tommy#gansters#natasha o'keeffe is hot#movies#hot actress#hot people#hollywood#cillian#natasha#user loves Natasha#john shelby#arthur shelby#linda shelby#esme shelby#gypsy
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*NATASHA/FEM-READER/GN-READER IDEA*
Nat×reader / wandaxreader
Nat Endgame 100%
Based on "perfume" by Britney Spears
Angst and fluff (smut as well if you feel comfortable) but 1000000% Nat endgame.
Not wandanat. Just Nat Endgame
Just throwing it out there for any writers who are stuck or just interested in this idea.
Not my gif btw.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader jealous#natasha romanoff x y/n possessive#natasha romanoff x you#natasha x y/n#natasha x reader
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Steve: And there she was swinging into action on her Widow‘s line! Landing in her famous Black Widow pose! Taking on five Hydra agents at once. Kicking, karate chopping - they didn’t stand a chance. That‘s when I knew I wanted her to be my wife.
Audience: Awwww…
Natasha: My husband gets quite excited telling this story.
Steve: Yes!! Grrr!! I thought this gorgeous woman, I just got to make her mine!
Natasha *chuckling*: And possessive!
#romanogers#black widow#captain america#natasha romanoff#steve rogers#possessive steve rogers#fiery natasha romanoff#passion#domestic avengers#the avengers#my otp
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now, there is only one month until then..
below the cut, three other versions i didn't know which one to choose.
funfact : i had a list of characters and if i didn't add saira and remembered fleabag, i had pearl (from pearl) and eva heinemann (monster) to fill in the gaps :'). i also tried at first to organise the images the same way i had in my head but realised there were some kind of harmony between the characters (facing right, left or center, smoking/bad relationship with mom diagonals, daughter of a ceo/revolutionary center, being bloody...). i wish the colors were a bit more blue/cold in claudia's space but it's fine 💙.
#i feel so sad when i know my birthday is soon but i know i will feel sadder in early august.#i just hate how the unstoppable passage of time makes me feel terrified.#girls on their birthday#saira walp#we are lady parts#shiv roy#sarah snook#succession#succession hbo#nadia vulvokov#natasha lyonne#russian doll#anna possession#possession 1981#anne wiazemsky#la chinoise#claudia de pointe du lac#claudia iwtv#interview with the vampire 2022#joy wang#jobu tupaki#stephanie hsu#everything everywhere all at once#eeaao#helly r#britt lower#severance#fleabag#phoebe waller bridge#yes i am putting all of the hashtags i can leave me alone.
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scary my god you're divine
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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 3235
summary || he would do anything for you.
warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex
author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!
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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.
Sometimes literally.
Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.
Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.
You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary.
The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.
Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.
“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know.
Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.
He doesn’t.
“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…”
The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.
Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.
In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them.
“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.
You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious.
Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.
On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion.
“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way.
He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours.
The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James.
His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.
You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.
You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy.
“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand.
You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours.
“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length.
“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine.
Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.
If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.
Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”
Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits.
“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.”
“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.
He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul.
His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive.
A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself.
A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents.
“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes imagines#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x yn#bucky barnes fanfiction
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Jealous girl (18+)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
Warnings: secret relationship, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, fingering, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Natasha's in her 30s), praise, pet names, orgasm denial
Summary: your best friend Peter needs help, Natasha's not happy about it at all.
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You're standing in the kitchen when it happens.
Peter barges in, his hair a tangled mess, his sweatshirt inside out. You jump away from Natasha's arms, making her spill her protein shake. She shoots him a dirty look, her lips curling up upon registering his disheveled state.
You try to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but you know you're doing a terrible job when Peter winces apologetically, throwing a bag full of Ben and Jerry's on the counter.
"Code red," he pants.
You straighten immediately, trying to shoo Natasha away with a look, but, instead of leaving, she makes herself comfortable on the counter with an excited glint in her eyes.
You've been friends with Peter ever since he ran you over with his bike in kindergarten, leaving you with a tiny scar on your shin, and a fear of any two-wheeled object. Your friendship grew over the years, and soon enough you were joined at hip, going to the same school and college, tagging along on his patrols, mainly to keep him out of the police radars.
"What's wrong?" You ask, fearing the worst. "Is Venom acting up again? Is it Felicia? I swear to God, if it's her again I'm gonna-"
That's when you decided to make a secret code to help you stay under the radar. In hindsight, you could've thought of something more elaborate than code red, code green and code yellow, but neither of you had enough brain power for that.
"It's MJ!" He cuts you off, shifting on his feet.
You stammer, looking at Natasha for help, but she appears equally puzzled. "I didn't think she had it in her, to be honest," she says, taking a sip of her shake.
"What?" Peter yelps, before jumping up, his hands flying up in an X motion. "No! She's not- No! She's not a villain, or a criminal, or anything like that."
You decide you've had enough of his blabbering, so you take hold of his shoulders and corner him against the counter. "What is it, Peter?"
He takes a deep breath, his cheeks painted crimson, and blurts out, "I really need you to kiss me."
You jump away like you've been burned, shooting an alarmed look to Natasha, but she doesn't register it, her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, her knuckles white from the grip she has on her protein shake. You think you can hear it creak.
You turn back to look at your best friend, who's blissfully unaware of your relationship with the most dangerous person in this building, just like everyone else on the team.
Natasha's reluctance to share her love life with her teammates came to bite her in the ass.
"No, wait. That came out wrong." He winces, his eyes darting to Natasha. You can hear him gulp when their eyes meet.
"I think you were pretty clear, Parker," she gritts, jumping off the counter, and comes to stand behind you, hovering over your shoulder.
You send him an encouraging look, taking hold of Natasha's hand behind your back.
"I have a date with MJ-"
"Doesn't explain why you need my- Y/n to kiss you."
You shoot her a warning look. "Let him finish."
Her jaw clenches, but she relents, nodding to the boy to continue.
He looks like he regrets every life choice that led him to this moment.
"Okay, so. I have a date with MJ, and I planned it all out, right? But… um… there's a problem." He clasps his hands, thumbs fiddling. You stay silent in fear of him closing off, and patiently wait for him to continue. "I've never had a girlfriend before, and I've been kissed twice, if you count that one time when Ned fell on top of me and kind of swallowed my face." Natasha snorts, and Peter blushes deep red, his eyes pleading. "I need practice because otherwise I'll just embarrass myself, and she'll hate me forever."
You feel Natasha tense up again, and you're ready to ask her to leave, but she beats you to it, speaking up before you could open your mouth. "I don't think MJ would like you kissing someone else right before your date." Her tone is even, carefully emotionless, but you feel the way her breathing shakes slightly, her grip on your hand tightening.
Peter looks at you, brows set in confusion. "But it's Y/n, she doesn't count as someone!" You huff, indignant. He winces, but goes on. "I could ask Ned, but I don't think he has any experience, so please, please do this for me?"
You turn around to face Natasha. "Can you leave us?"
Her eyes narrow, lips curled. "You're not kissing him." Her hands land on your waist possessively, and you're suddenly turned around. She lowers her chin to your shoulder, lips grazing the shell of your ear as she speaks, "Listen to me very carefully, Parker."
Peter gulps, and takes a step back, his eyes wide and alert.
"You're going to leave and find someone else to help with your little problem. We'll pretend this conversation never took place, and you'll never even think about kissing Y/n again. Am I being clear?" She almost growls, her eyes flashing.
Peter nods dumbly, before hurrying to the door. He stops halfway to shoot you a bewildered look over his shoulder. "Wait… Are you two-"
"Out, Parker," Natasha barks, her face half buried in the crook of your neck. You blush, and wave your friend goodbye, grateful when he disappears behind the door without any further questions.
"Tasha," you whine, turning in her hold. "That wasn't necessary."
She scoffs, and picks you up with practiced ease, settling you on the counter and taking place between your parted thighs. "Yes it was." She sucks at the tender skin just below your collarbone, leaving a stinging bruise. "I can't believe you wanted me to leave." She squeezes your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth is all over your neck - sucking, biting and licking, claiming. You're sure no amount of concealer will be enough to hide the marks.
"Natty," you whimper, "he's my friend, I wanted to talk some sense into him."
She hums, the skin on the underside of your jaw pulled between her teeth. "I did the same thing, no?" Her fingers sneak past the waistband of your shorts, but you're quick to catch her wrist.
"What are you doing?" You look around, panting heavily. "What if someone walks in?"
"Daddy," you moan, pushing her face lower. Her fingers feel so heavenly that you don't even care about anyone walking in - you need her tongue, now. "Please."
You're pushed flat against the counter then, your back on the cold marble, your ass hanging right off the edge. Your fingers disappear in her tresses when she bends down to place a kiss on your clothed cunt.
"Let them see who you belong to," she murmurs, entering your aching core. You bite back a moan, arching in her hold, your pussy clenching around her long digits. Fleeting kisses are placed all over your stomach, her fingers curling inside your heat.
She chuckles, gently biting on your hip bone. "So needy already? I barely started." She adjusts the angle, fastening the pace, but your shorts get in the way, making you huff impatiently.
"Take them off, please," you whimper, clenching around her.
"And when someone walks in, and sees you spread wide open, what then? You think I'd allow anyone to see this pretty pussy?" Her fingers scissor inside you, stretching your walls.
"N-no."
"That's right," she hums, "because it belongs to me." She pulls out to land a short slap on your slit. "Perfect little hole for daddy to play with."
She teases your folds, collecting wetness before pushing her fingers into your mouth. You eagerly suck them in, letting her fuck your mouth, tips of her fingers pushing against your throat. "Such an obedient girl," she murmurs, dark eyes fixated on your lips. You squirm, hips rocking against her abdomen with desperate need of release.
She pulls out her fingers, smearing your slick mixed with spit over your chin.
"I need you," you whine, catching her wrist and leading her hand lower, your panties sticking to your drenched cunt.
She takes the fabric in her fist, and tugs it up, making it press against your pulsing clit. You moan loudly, throwing your head back. She kneads your supple breast with her other hand, and you arch into her, pulling her closer to your aching core with your hips.
"We'll tell everyone tonight," she murmurs against your lips. "But right now you need to be a good girl and take everything daddy gives you."
You nod, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, begging for Natasha's fingers to return. She tugs on your lower lip with her teeth and plunges three fingers inside, hitting a spongy spot deep in your heat. You arch off the counter, pressing against her front, your legs clenched hard around her hips. She grunts lowly, setting a slow pace, making sure to explore your pussy with each thrust, collecting your wetness when she pulls out only to push it back inside. You bury your face in her shoulder, your fingers disappear in her hair, tugging at the tresses.
"Good?" She whispers against your ear, spreading her fingers inside, her thumb firm on your clit.
You gasp, and bite down on the muscle of her shoulder, nodding with your eyes clenched shut. "S-so good, daddy."
She hums, her full lips pulling in a smirk, and starts circling your pulsing nub. You throw your head back, moaning loudly, and she takes the opportunity to paint your neck purple, sucking on the tender skin hard enough to leave bruises.
"M'gonna… I'm gonna come," you whimper when she hits your sweet spot, making your toes curl.
"Did I say you could, babygirl?" She chuckles into your neck, making sure to hit the spot with each thrust. You shake your head, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows in effort to stop your approaching orgasm, your body as tense as a drawn bowstring. "That's right, baby," she cooes, kissing the corner of your mouth, "you're not allowed to."
Your heart drops to your stomach, torn between wanting to be Natasha's good girl and giving in to the pleasure. “Please, please let me…” you whine, buckling against her hand.
She pulls away, her eyes level with yours, and you want to sob from how good she feels inside you, your pussy clenching around her slender fingers.
“You’ll hold it for me,” she says, “and I'll make up for it later tonight.” You almost huff in frustration, knowing that you'll have to walk around the Compound painfully wet for the rest of the day.
She grabs your jaw, seemingly reading your thoughts. “And don't even think about touching yourself.”
She pulls away abruptly and tugs you off the counter before fixing your shorts and stepping away. You blink rapidly, disoriented by the sudden change, your pussy aching in the sweetest way.
Sam enters the kitchen a second later.
You subtly wipe your mouth clean, and even out your breathing while he rummages the upper shelves. Natasha's eyes glint with mischief as she slowly wipes her fingers with a paper towel.
"You up for a training session?" She asks Sam, and you shoot her a furious look. Your glare does nothing to the redhead, as she continues watching you silently, a teasing smirk pulling at her mouth.
Sam scoffs, looking between you two. "Like you weren't about to get nasty two seconds ago."
Natasha chuckles, her eyes flashing. "About to? You need to work on your observation skills, Wilson."
Sam stills, his eyes darting between you two, and you look away, knowing that nothing could hide your red cheeks and bruised lips.
He chokes on his water the moment he sees your neck. "Damn, Romanoff," he gasps, coughing. "Right here?! This is a sacred place! I cook here!"
Natasha hums, shrugging carelessly. "I eat here," she retorts, and you can tell by the crinkles near her eyes she's about to say something that's gonna make you want to bury yourself. "Actually, I was about to devour something really delic-"
"Natasha!" You shriek, tugging her away from the kitchen, but not before quietly apologizing to Sam.
She laughs quietly, following you to the bedroom. "I think we're banned from the kitchen now."
She thinks. You scoff, shaking your head. Trust Natasha to go from a full secrecy mode to telling every living soul about your sex life.
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Just Like That
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky suggests staying in a hotel together before an undercover mission, which would be fine if you didn't have a massive crush on the super soldier.
Word Count: Almost 5k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, pining, flirting, slight possessive behavior, talk of undercover mission, "only one bed" trope, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: A combination of @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge and my Bucky Barnes Smut Menu, courtesy of @ellemj. "Only One Bed" Trope and the dialogue prompt in bold italics. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The engagement ring on your finger suited you. Not large or overly flashy, the single diamond radiated a subtle sparkle. It was beautiful and a perfect fit, a representation of the unifying love of marriage. When you looked at it under the light, it was almost as if you could feel the love that Bucky had for you.
If only that were the case.
“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” You asked, taking a seat at the table across from Bucky.
“So we can practice and make sure we’re a convincing couple,” he replied.
You sighed as you glanced around the hotel room for the umpteenth time. A small sitting area, a dining and kitchen combination, a single bathroom, and a bedroom. When you pointed out that there was only one bed, Bucky reminded you of the expectation that the two of you had to sleep together while on assignment since you were going on a couple's retreat. Which wouldn't be an issue if you didn't have a crush on him, right?
Right.
You were completely enamored with Bucky Barnes, the handsome former assassin turned agent for the revamped SHIELD. Instacrush wasn't something you experienced often, so he took you by surprise. It was pathetic to fall for him so hard and quickly. It had to be some sort of karma or divine intervention that you were with him in a hotel room.
Just the two of you.
“You know,” he began, wetting his lips as he leaned back in his chair. You blinked, only because you didn't want him to call you out on staring. “You don't have to look so miserable to be here. Is my company that terrible?”
“What? No. Bucky, you aren't terrible company,” you promised, slumping a bit in your chair. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. “Just been a bit since I've been in a relationship and I’m kind of rusty.”
“You're talking to a guy who hasn't been on a real date since the 40s,” he deadpanned.
He had a point. Plus, from what you understood, Bucky wasn't exactly interested in dating anyone. Every time Steve or Natasha suggested he go on a date, he found a way to brush it off or change the subject.
Even if he was interested in dating, did he think of you as anything beyond a colleague?
Taking this assignment may have been a mistake.
“I’m just not sure I’m the right one for this job,” you said.
“You’re perfect for this job. Why would you think otherwise?”
You froze like a deer in headlights, even as his compliment warmed your heart. It meant a lot that he thought you would do the job well. But how were you supposed to answer that question? That you adored him and it would be torture to pretend to be with him for a week just to back to being coworkers after?
“We should practice,” you suggested instead of giving him an answer. The backstory wasn't overly elaborate, but you had to get it right.
He leaned forward, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Did someone say something to make you think you wouldn't be good for this assignment?” He asked in a low voice. “Because I'll straighten them out.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering. The thought of him putting someone in their place to make you feel better was swoon-worthy. “No, Bucky. No one said anything. You're right. I’m good for this,” you said before you added, “We’re good together.”
You couldn't read the look he gave you and it became more difficult not to squirm under his gaze. “Yeah,” he whispered, leaning back and clearing his throat. “So. We’re engaged. Going to a resort for a much needed vacation. We’ll have to mingle with some of the guests in between investigating the owner. One of the first questions will be how we met.”
With an exhale, you recited, “We met at a coffee shop. We both ordered the same drink.”
“An iced caramel macchiato,” he said.
“And we reached for the drink at the same time,” you smiled, making a show out of reaching for the glass on the table. “Our fingers touched first. Our eyes met second.”
“And I immediately asked you out,” he smiled.
Your heart swelled. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world when he smiled like that. “You did,” you said, trying to blink the longing from your eyes. “We went to dinner and talked a bit about ourselves. You told me you're a mechanic and I told you I’m a teacher. And once dinner was over, we went back to that same coffee shop and we shared an iced caramel macchiato.”
“Even proposed to you at the same shop,” he said, gesturing to your left hand. “But I actually got the ring after our first date because I knew I wanted you to be my girl,” he said with such conviction that you found it hard to breathe.
The way his eyes softened as he gazed at you, you found yourself believing him for a moment. You had to stay rooted in realism though. The point of the mission besides the actual mission was to act as if you two were crazy about each other.
Not that you had to do any acting on your part.
You cleared your throat and pulled your hand back from the glass. “If only that were true,” you said, absentmindedly twisting the ring around your finger. You weren't cynical about love, but this whole thing was a reminder that you were single and alone.
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Heat crept up your neck. You shouldn't have said anything. “I mean, it just would've been nice if we met at a coffee shop,” you replied to avoid saying you wanted to be his girl.
“What’s wrong with how we met?” He asked, crossing his arms.
The metal arm gleamed under the light. You noticed that he had a tendency to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he was in the building, but seeing him with his sleeve pushed up and missing glove? You would almost say he was comfortable around you.
Again, he had to play the part right.
You pulled yourself from your thoughts when he said your name, which sounded like it melted on his tongue. It made you press your thighs together. You needed to stay professional. “Do you not remember what happened or are you just being nice?” You asked.
Months ago, the day you met Bucky, Steve informed you that he planned to introduce you to him after he came back from a long assignment. Not only were you excited to meet one of his best friends and a great soldier, but you had wanted to make a good impression on him. What you did was make an ass out of yourself when you turned the corner only to smack right into the former Winter Soldier.
And splattered your beverage on both of you in the process.
Instacrush and a horrible impression on your part.
Bucky’s lips curled in a smile as your eyes widened. “You do remember,” you said, wadding up a nearby napkin and tossing it at his face, which he easily caught. “Oh, my God! That’s why you chose ‘coffee shop' for this, didn't you?”
You concentrated so much on getting the backstory right that it didn't occur to you that he was maybe poking fun at you. He wasn't the kind of guy that liked making others feel bad though. Tease you, sure. Outright make fun of you at the risk of hurting your feelings? He would never.
“Hey, I didn't choose how we met, but I also didn't object,” he said, raising his hands in surrender when you went to throw another napkin at him. “And I wouldn't forget meeting you, doll. You make a lasting impression.”
You wished you had done something to make him remember you besides spilling a drink on him. “I guess making an idiot out of myself is a lasting impression,” you teased.
Something dark flashed in his eyes, making your breath hitch. “That’s not what I meant. You didn't make an idiot out of yourself and I don't like you thinking that or talking down about yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, not used to someone getting so defensive at your self-depreciation. There was something sexy and heartwarming about it. “You were very nice about the whole incident.”
“You were nice, too,” he said, gesturing to his torso. “I mean, you offered to buy me a new shirt.”
“Because I spilled my drink on it! I felt bad,” you said.
“And when I said you didn't have to buy me a new shirt, you said, ‘Are you sure I can't pay for the dry cleaning at least, Sergeant Barnes?’” he said in a falsetto voice.
He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “I don't sound like that, first of all, and I was being considerate,” you said. You couldn't believe he remembered your exact words. “And you just gave me that half confused smile of yours before I grabbed napkins for both of us to clean up.”
“You mean this?” He asked, his lips stretching in that familiar awkward grin.
“Yeah, that,” you giggled, your heart doing that funny flip that happened far too often around him.
In the beginning, whenever you smiled at him, he gave you that very look in return. Somewhere along the way, the uncomfortable glances on his end became genuine fondness. It didn't mean anything though.
Just an agent being kind to another agent.
Bucky stared at you as you continued to giggle at the memory. “I’m sorry. I just-”
“I love your laugh,” he said, almost making you choke on your own breath. Nothing like forgetting how to be a human and breathe. “And your smile.”
Maybe he had switched back into practice mode. “You do?” You asked, playing along as you smiled directly at him.
He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, his voice thick as he unfolded his arms. “You know, you're one of the people that actually smiles at me. And you look me in the eye when you talk to me.”
“Why wouldn't I?”
“Because some people are still afraid of me,” he whispered.
Your heart sank. He was a good man. A hero wrongly painted as a villain. It wasn't fair what he went through and you had no reason to fear him.
Why couldn't everyone else see the good in him?
“I’m not afraid of you, Bucky,” you promised. And after what he went through, frightening people was the last thing he would do. “Never have been. Never will be.”
“Maybe you should be,” he muttered, some of the light leaving his eyes.
Your eyes narrowed as you tempered the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Seeing this vulnerable side of him also brought out your protective instinct. “Listen to me. You’re amazing and a good man, okay? And if I don't get to call myself an idiot for spilling a drink on you, then you don't get to say I should be scared of you, Sergeant Barnes,” you said with an air of finality.
He gave you an impressed smile. “Just like that? Because those are totally different things you're comparing.”
“Just like that,” you said, putting your hand on the table for him to take if he wished. “Do you trust that I'll have your back on this mission? Because I trust that you'll have mine no matter what.”
He stared at your upturned hand for a moment before he took it. “You're one of the only people I do trust,” he admitted.
His eyes bore into yours as you tried to find the words to respond. He wasn’t feeding you a line to make you feel good about yourself. Bucky Barnes trusted you.
“Then trust me when I say we got this,” you promised. You would look out for him and let him know that he hadn’t misplaced his trust in you.
“Why don't you have a boyfriend?” He asked suddenly.
The switch in topic jarred you, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “That’s. I’m. What? How is that relevant?”
It wasn't smooth, but it was better than blurting out that your hopeless crush on him was one of the major factors.
“I’m curious,” he shrugged.
“Oh. Well. My last boyfriend dumped me for being an agent. Seriously, he didn't like the fact that I could kick his ass if I wanted to,” you told him, squeezing his hand without meaning to. He didn’t object. “Which I wouldn't.”
“You could kick my ass if you wanted to,” he winked. Physically, Bucky was broad and strong. You weren’t sure you could take him in a real fight, but you could take him another way if he ever offered. “And your ex sounds like an asshole if he can’t stand beside and support an amazing woman.”
You smiled humorlessly. “Thanks, Bucky, but I’m not-”
“I swear to fuck if you talk down about yourself again, I will put you over my knee,” he threatened, his eyes darker than they were seconds ago.
You didn’t laugh as he stared at you. Neither did he. Your clothes suddenly felt too heavy, your body too warm. Licking your lips, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Is that a promise?”
Bucky pushed his chair back and pointed at his thigh, his eyes still on you. “Get over here and find out.”
Oh, fuck.
The sound of Bucky’s phone ringing snapped you both out of whatever spell you two were under. “Shit,” he muttered, taking his hand from yours. “It’s Steve. I better-”
“Yeah, you should answer that,” you said, almost knocking the chair over as you stood. “I think I'm going to call it a night.”
“Wait, what?” He asked, answering the phone. “Hold on, punk,” he said, covering the screen as he looked at you. “You’re going to bed now?”
Guilt settled in your stomach at the hurt in his eyes. “Just going to lay down. I may not go to sleep right away. And we can practice more in the morning,” you replied. You just needed to step out of the room and take a breath.
He waited a beat before he nodded, the tension still lingering. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded, leaving him alone so he could talk to Steve.
You splashed a bit of water on your face when you went to the bathroom to change. The assignment hadn’t started and you couldn’t keep your cool. With squinted eyes, you pointed at your reflection and mentally scolded yourself. Yes, you wanted Bucky Barnes and maybe, just maybe, some part of him wanted you. At least, he wanted you enough to put you over his knee.
You couldn't have him though. Could you? Mixing business with pleasure could lead to complications if you crossed that line, but it wasn’t like you’d break some major bylaw by being his girl.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that.
“Get your shit together,” you hissed, rushing through your nighttime routine and changing into your comfortable yet sexy nightgown.
Your eyes went to the bed when you left the bathroom. Just a regular hotel bed. Inviting, but not overly frilly. Large enough for the both of you, but small enough that you might end up in each other’s arms.
“It’s going to be a long night,” you muttered.
Sighing, you left a light on for Bucky to see and crawled into bed, shutting your eyes as he wrapped up his call with Steve. You tried to block out the sound of his footsteps as he made his way to the bathroom. Maybe his nighttime routine would take a bit longer than you thought and you could drift off and wake up to the sight of his beautiful eyes and-
The bed dipped as Bucky curled up behind you, your eyes opening when he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him. You were conscious of every shift in his body, every breath he took. How you could smell his lingering cologne as he pressed himself closer. How he ran warmer than you and you wanted him to heat you up even though you weren’t cold.
And that he wasn’t wearing a fucking shirt.
“I know you aren’t sleeping,” he whispered, his fingers brushing along the fabric that covered your skin. “Your heart’s beating too fast.”
He was right. It was about ready to burst through your chest. “Can’t sleep.”
“Why not?” He asked, helping you roll over so you were on your back. He didn’t remove his hand though. “Did my ‘threat’ make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it didn't,” you assured him, heat pooling between your legs that you couldn't prevent. “I wouldn't have continued with the banter if I was uncomfortable.”
“Just making sure,” he said. “I was only teasing.”
You huffed out a laugh in an effort to cover up the crushing feeling in your chest, your arousal fading to a dull ache. “Of course, you were,” you uttered. Teasing. Nothing more. “Good night, Bucky,” you said, turning your head away.
He brought a hand to your cheek and brought your face back toward him. How did his eyes look so blue in the faint light? “Don’t go to sleep yet, please.”
“Why not?”
“You rushed to bed and now you're shutting down. I clearly said or did something wrong,” he sighed, which made you feel bad. He hadn't done anything wrong in your eyes since it wasn’t his fault you wanted his teasing to mean something. “I need to fix it.”
“There’s nothing to fix because you didn't break anything,” you said, the ring heavy on the finger. “But can I ask for a favor?”
“Of course,” he whispered.
You didn’t dare search out his gaze when you said, “I may need reminders this week that you don't actually have feelings for me.”
A few seconds went by before he asked in a small voice, “What?”
You took a breath to compose yourself. The last thing you needed to do was get upset for no good reason. “We’re going to hold hands and cuddle and share a bed and be a couple, but you may need to give me a reality check now and again that you only see me as an agent. Okay?”
Maybe he’d ask Steve for a new partner in the morning.
“You think I only see you as an agent?” He asked, sighing when you nodded. “I used to be good at this.”
“Good at what?”
“Teasing. Flirting,” he answered, leaning in close. He stopped just before his lips touched yours. “Kissing.”
“Wait. You were flirting with me?” you said, not moving forward or back as you put a hand on his chest. His heart raced as fast as yours. And your brain couldn’t compute that implication that he wanted to kiss you. “You weren’t just practicing for the assignment?”
He huffed out a laugh this time. “You’re killing me, doll,” he whispered, closing the distance.
You imagined Bucky kissing you before, but didn’t think it would ever be so soft. His lips barely brushed against yours, but it felt like the beginning of something more. It tempted you like nothing else ever had. He must’ve felt it, too, since he deepened it. You melted. You surrendered.
You never stood a chance.
“So, you like me?” You asked when he pulled back a little to gaze at you. “I’m sorry. I just need to hear you say it because I really like you and have for months. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have said that because we have a whole week together for this assignment and now you know and I don't want it to be weird.”
Your mind almost shut down when he gave you a full-blown smile and said, “Yeah, I like you. I thought it was obvious. I tried dropping little hints, talking about your smile and trusting you.” He chuckled almost shyly as his words sank in. “I took this assignment because of you.”
A moment passed before you giggled, happiness blooming in your chest. Bucky Barnes liked you. Wanted you. “Thank fuck,” you breathed, pulling him back down for another kiss.
He groaned, ravaging your mouth as he moved on top of you. His knee pushed your legs apart so he could settle between them, swallowing down your whimpers when he pressed his growing hardness against your pussy. He ground his hips, your panties soaked as his tongue tangled with yours. The man kissed you like he had something to prove.
Like he wanted to own you.
His muscles rippled as he leaned up and grasped the bottom of your nightie. The vision of him above you like this was now engraved in your mind. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
Sleeping with him was moving fast considering you just confessed your feelings for each other, but you didn't care. “Don't stop,” you whispered, quivering as he tugged the fabric over your head.
Your hands moved up to cover your chest before he gripped your wrists. “Are you trying to hide from me?” He questioned, his smirk playful in comparison to the uncertainty in his gaze.
You didn't want him doubting himself or your want for him for a second.
“Maybe? I mean, look at you and look at…”
You wouldn't knock on your looks since you were generally confident in your appearance, but the super soldier was an entirely different level of gorgeous. He towered over even the largest of agents, with the exception of Steve, and his dark lashes framing his steel eyes were enough to pull you under.
And who were you compared to him? Just another agent. Average.
“Don't,” he whispered, releasing a wrist so he could cup your breast. You arched your back and any uncertainty in his eyes before faded when a moan escaped your lips. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
The praise almost made your eyes water as he brought his head down, losing focus when he swept his tongue across your nipple. Your eyes fluttered shut as he did it again, a wave from a sea of ecstasy crashing over you. Your heart thudded faster, addicted to the feel of his sinful mouth.
“You’re the reason I don't have a boyfriend,” you whined, your fingers twisting in his hair. Why did you say that?
He smirked against your skin before he reached down and tore your panties away. “I haven't gone on a date because of you.”
Your body throbbed with need as you met his gaze. “You're just saying that to get in my pants,” you joked.
His eyes raked down your body, stopping between your trembling thighs as he pushed his pants and underwear down. “If I had my way, I would've taken you out first,” he said, drawing a moan from you when he wrapped a hand around his thick cock. “But all I can think about right now is how loud you’ll say my name when I make you come.”
“Bucky,” you moaned, tempted to reach down and touch yourself to the sight of him.
“Louder than that,” he said smugly, rubbing the tip of his cock along your slick folds. “Fuck, I wanna take my time and explore you. Make you feel like a goddess. Treat you the way you deserve.”
It warmed your heart and sent another wave of desire through you knowing he wanted to take care of you. “I know you'll treat me well,” you smiled, opening your legs wider. “But for now, please, fuck me.”
He didn't ask about birth control, which you were on. You didn't ask about condoms. It didn't matter. You wanted to feel all of him.
You glanced down as he lined himself up, watching as he slowly eased into you. It was overwhelming as you took every inch, your mouth falling open with a moan. You floated in a cloud of lust, the sound of his groan reaching your ears.
“Look at me,” he ordered as he bottomed out.
Your eyes flew to his as he gripped your chin. The feel of him inside you, his eyes staring so intently into yours that he practically touched your soul. It was almost too much. And that was when he began to move, the weight of his body on top of yours as he fucked you in slow and deep thrusts. It was the kind of lovemaking that would make you crave more.
Crave him.
“Knew you'd take me well,” he grunted. You whined, the praise going straight to your core as you tightened around his thick cock. Your walls couldn't stop gripping him as he slid in and out. “Knew your pussy would be greedy for me. Won’t let me go.”
Your head fell back against the pillow, dizzy as he trapped your body under his. As he rolled his hips, you wondered if he’d let you ride him at some point. Maybe he’d fuck up into you as he brought your hips down. Or maybe he’d lay back and cup your breasts, let the weight bounce in his hands as you took all of him.
You’d take whatever he gave you.
The growing pleasure within you was like you were burning from the inside out, each movement from him stoking the flames. His low groans mixed with your whines, his thrusts increasing in speed when he brought his thumb to your clit. Your hand worked its way back into his hair as you cried out his name, your control slipping further and further away as he took over.
“Just like that,” he moaned. “Don’t hold back on me. Wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”
“Bucky, I'm gonna…” you trailed off, your orgasm building fast in your core and ready to burst.
“Come,” he finished for you, a filthy smirk on his face as he laced his fingers with yours.
One more thrust and you were gone, his name falling from your lips as you came. Your mouth stayed open as you spasmed, pleasure rushing from head to toe. You panted and didn't care if you'd ever properly breathe again. That was how good it felt.
“I’m close, doll,” he gritted, resembling a growl as he continued to fuck you and chase his release. “Gonna come inside you. Gonna own you.”
“Come inside me, Bucky,” you begged, watching through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted in ecstasy. It was such an erotic sight. “Please.”
He buried himself deep with a long moan as he filled you in hot, thick spurts, nuzzling his face in your neck when he finished. He said your name as he heavily breathed against your neck and it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You wrapped your arms around him when he stayed inside you, not at all bothered as your mixed release slowly trickled out.
You didn't want him to let you go.
“Well,” you huffed, a dopey smile on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don't think we’ll have a problem convincing people we care about each other.”
He chuckled, kissing your warm skin. “And we won't have a problem sharing a bed,” he said, keeping you close as you yawned. “Sleep, doll. I’ve got you.”
“I’ve got you, too,” you said, feeling him smile against you as you drifted off.
The delicious ache between your thighs was the second thing you noticed when you woke up. The first, of course, was Bucky’s arm and leg draped over you: warm, protective, perfect. He was still fast asleep, the blanket pooled around his waist, completely at ease with the world. You could get used to waking up like this.
You hesitated before you touched his cheek, not wanting to wake him as you kissed his forehead. You wished you had time to kiss every scar on his body and worship him the way he said he wanted to worship you. The two of you would have to leave the bed sooner or later. There was work to do.
“Mmm. Morning,” he said, his voice laced with sleep as he cracked an eye open.
“Morning,” you whispered, cuddling closer as he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed over the ring. The motion made you brush against his crotch and you were close enough to hear the hitch in his breath. You did it again, keeping your gaze innocent as he opened his eyes more and groaned.
Yes, there was work to do, but it was still early.
“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” He teased.
“Yeah, I’m still horny,” you replied. Waking up next to him would arouse anyone. “Need you to fuck me again.”
“You won’t be able to walk if I fuck you again,” he smirked, rolling on top of you and digging his fingers into your waist.
“Should’ve known you’d be a cocky boyfriend,” you teased back, your heart thundering in your chest as he leaned down and skimmed kisses along your jaw. “Sorry, we didn’t put a label on this and there’s still stuff to figure out and the mission and-”
“Hey. Boyfriend, your man, whatever you want to call me, I’m yours,” he cut you off, his mouth drifting to your neck. “And I still owe you a date, got it? You’re my girl. You’re mine.”
“I'm yours,” you gasped when he nipped your skin hard enough to sting, his tongue soothing it after. You were his and he was yours. “So, we're a couple now? Just like that?” You smiled as he worked his way back to your lips.
Bucky answered you with a kiss. “Just like that.”
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the widow’s bunny - part 7
author’s note | this story is coming to an end soon as well, i won’t spoil anything. so you better read this chapter. enjoy loves x
summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”
pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
warnings | heavy smut ; pet names ; mommy kink ; strap-on mentioned ; conversations about violence (only small) ; very 18+!!!
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“They’re going to find us,” you stated simply while your eyes were averted on your hand that was currently placed on your lap. You hear Natasha let out an aggressive sigh and hit the breaks so the car screeched until you almost hit yourself on the dashboard. Looking furious, you unbuckled your seatbelt and yelled:
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Don’t fucking speak to me like that.” the widow warned with a very dangerous tone that sent shivers down your spine – especially your stomach.
“Natasha, you need to be more discreet if I were you.”
The older woman snaps her head at you and has these bewildering eyes that were vague; she’s in disbelief that you even have the guts to talk back, let alone with her. It’s a shock, yet arousing. Because then, she has a reason to punish the shit out of you. Although you don’t know that yet, at least not now.
She scoffs harshly, “I love how you can just fucking talk like that. I’m thinking of many ways to put your mouth into good use.”
You’re surprised at how calm and how alleviated she was. It’s like this whole thing wasn’t even a bother to her, it’s more like a game that she could win. And, you have no doubt that she’ll win because knowing Natasha, she’s the smartest assassin – like your dad – and can get away with anything with her power. It’s Natasha Romanoff.
You sat back and gulped, feeling your throat a little dry from that response of hers. Please, don’t do this right now. Do not do this right–
“Oh baby,” she faux a whine and lingers her fingers on your lap, leaning on your neck and pecking it gently. You were starting to feel things down there, and suddenly your whole entire body system began to heat up. She chuckles at the way you respond to her touch. Continuing, she says: “Get in the backseat. I want to fuck your pussy. No questions asked.”
In the blink of an eye, you were in the backseat while your legs were open just for her. She smirks down at you, then kisses your chest softly while palming your left breast with her big hand. Her lips continue to penetrate your skin until it reaches your neck. The sadistic woman pulls away from your neck, whispering: “You’re so beautiful, I love you and especially that heavenly body of yours. Mine to use only, no boy or girl will ever pleasure you as I do.”
You know that she will abide by her statement. With all of her might, she will keep you up until the day you die – possibly. And day by day, you’re starting to have a sense of love when it comes to her. It’s a sick feeling, not so nurturing. But, quite an addicting feeling. It’s like you’re eating your favorite dessert cheesecake and well, she was the whole cheesecake.
You let her hands wander around your body until it reaches the hem of your thin-line shirt. Smirking down at you once again, she pulls it up until you quickly grab her hand to stop her. Natasha scrunches her eyebrows together at the sudden movement until you beat her to it.
“Let me pleasure you this time,” you say seductively against her gaped mouth as she feels your hot breath against her lips. “I want to eat you out, Natasha. Let me?”
“I’m still in control,” she grumbles down. You nodded, of course, she is still in control. When is she not in control anyways?
She flips you over until you are finally on the car floor, her legs opening wide as she stares at you with her hooded eyes; full of lust and want. You lick your lips, as you unbutton her leggings, unzipping them rather leisurely to tempt her even more. Natasha groans in frustration and leans her head on the headrest – gulping while letting out a breathy moan. You continued to unzip her pants until you were met with black lacey underwear with a cute little ribbon on it. Smiling, you kiss her clothed navel and pull her pants downward and she shakes it off.
Her fingers threaded through your mystic hair and whispered: “Baby, suck me. Suck me, like how you sucked that strap–Fuck just, lick me.”
Nodding slowly, you pulled down her underwear until you were met with her unshaved cunt that looked clean. You’ve never really taken a glimpse of her nude part, and you were in complete awe once it was so close to you. She looks down at you as she watches the way you lick your top lip, and dives right in.
Natasha closes her eyes as she gasps for air, feeling your tongue that was against her folds. She grips on your hair a little tighter as she pushes your head down even more, making you let out a muffled sound onto her clitoris while sucking on it. The woman smirks and whispers once more,
“That’s it, doll. That’s it, my little kotenok. Lick mommy, just like you should be… God, I’m going to enjoy this.”
You pulled away with a pop and looked up flirtatiously as you winked, making her body spasm with more desperation as she wants your tongue to lick up her juices. Trying to hump your face, you pressed your tongue flatly again on her clit and flicking it multiple times, she moans loudly – like it’s filling up the whole car room.
“Oh fuck, yes! God baby, you’re a slut for mommy’s cunt,” you melt when she talks to you in such a lewd way – it was almost fascinating to you. You shut your eyes and continue to eat her out like it was the last thing on earth. You munched, making open-mouth kisses on her folds and soon enough your tongue was buried deep inside of her. She brings her other hand to your head and now she’s holding you in place. Looking at you with her tired hooded eyes, she begins to hump your face with guttural moans and says, “You’re so lucky I don’t have my strap because I’d fuck your throat right now. I’d fuck the shit out of your face like it’s your pussy, I want to get this–mmm! This strap with a fake cum so that I could just fill up your throat… wouldn’t that be fucking exciting?”
“Yes,” you mumbled down her wet cunt. “Are you going to come for me? If so, do it right now.”
“Mmm, soon,” she responds with another moan but in a very low voice as she closes her eyes in satisfaction, leaning her head back onto the headrest as her other hand is still clutching on your hair tight that you’re sure it’s pulled out. “Damn, you’re a good pussy eater... might use your mouth once in a while, especially with my cock. C’mon, little girl, mommy is so close. Lap on it.”
You continued to eat her cunt while your hands trailed down her V-line, circling it – making her more anticipated. That’s what you most want to do, make her want you nonetheless. She makes these cut-off moans as she arches her hips, holding your face hard between her hands and screaming:
“Fuck, I’m cumming inside your fucking mouth! Take it!”
You feel her juices gushing out and you eat it, leaving no come left that she has given. She heaves for air and slumps her back into the seat, shaking erratically from her orgasm. You moaned, leaving a vibration on her pussy, and pulled yourself up; kissing her on the lips with her cum in your mouth. Natasha moans lowly and grabs the back of your neck while her other hand pulls your ass onto her lap – making you sit on it.
She pulls away while biting down on your bottom lip, whispering: “You’re fucking crazy. You make me crazy. Now, let me take care of my sweet little kotenok…”
Natasha kisses you under your chin as she sucks out the skin while groping your tits with her bare hands. You whined like a little girl and tried to push her away because it was all too much until she hugged you tightly, kissing your neck with much more desperation that was roaring inside of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks while panting, still peppering kisses all over your neck. You bit your bottom lip once again while your hand was all the way down to her back. “Tell me you love me, dear god, ugh… tell me you love me. Only me, baby girl.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whisper while pulling her face out of your neck, looking at her deeply. My god, she’s incredibly beautiful. She doesn’t look young but not so old either, she’s compelling and alluring at the same time that it’s hard for you to explain it. She smiles at you, then pulls you into a heated kiss. You moan quietly into her mouth as she grumbles. Natasha darts her tongue inside of your mouth and you gladly open it, meeting her tongue with yours. She flicks her tongue with mine and tries to dance with it, although you weren’t so good with these sessions so she takes the full lead.
She aggressively growls when you poke your tongue on hers and brings her hand down to your lower back to pull you down on her – like she’s asking you to grind on her lap. You pulled away with a loud pop sound and whispered: “God, you’re such a–”
“Good kisser? Thought so,” she chuckles deeply as she guides my hips down on her lap, making a pace. She pants into my neck and murmurs, “I want you so much, I want you forever. You’re all I want, you’re all I need…”
You’re all I want too, Natasha.
The windows of the car start to build up a fog as you begin to sweat while grinding hard onto her lap, she looks tentatively at you while you try your best to not come soon; she likes to take things slow and to penetrate you. Clearly, she likes to show.
“Fucking whore, always want mommy’s attention huh? You’re such a dumb little baby,” she says while nibbling back to my neck, marking me like some territory. You enjoyed it and broke out a loud light moan as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You continue to grind on her but this time harder and faster. Natasha brings her hands back to your breasts and squeezes them harshly, making you close your eyes and fling your head back while your other hand is at her nape.
“I’m a whore for you, mommy! I’m such a whore… please let me cum? Please? I’m begging I can’t–Oh god!”
“Just like that my kotenok,” she whispers seductively while arching her hips to meet my coherence thrusting. “God, gimme those fucking tits. Let me fucking rip your shirt out.”
Between her hands on the u-line of your shirt, she rips it out while pulling your pink laced bra until it was all the way down to your stomach. She latches her lips on your right nipple while her other hand was at the back of your ass, basically pressing your hipbone so that she can thrust with you harder. You were holding her neck steadily while you were practically humping her lap like some horndog until you let out a long moan. You come onto your panties as she holds you in place, moaning with you.
“Baby, oh baby,” she whispers on your lips while kissing it many times, shushing you quietly. “That’s it, yeah… you’re doing so well my love. God, I love you. I love everything about you…”
As soon as you were done, you flopped your head into her neck as she soothes your back caringly, whispering to you with such lovely words that you have to rethink this is Natasha. The older woman smiles and kisses your cheek, whispering once more: “You did so well for me, kotenok. Take out your underwear. I want to lick off your cum.”
You slowly lift your hips up and remove the undergarment, moaning that you can feel your wetness dripping. You came that far, it was erotic. She moans as soon as you hand your underwear to her and smiles. Natasha hums where she can see a patch of wetness that was in your underwear and licked it hungrily, grumbling at how good it tasted.
“So good, I can eat this like it’s my meal,” she continues to lap on the underwear until she is finished. You felt embarrassed at how much you came and the woman noticed it by the slightest. She cups your cheek with her other hand and whispers, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of coming so much. I love it, even.”
You just hummed and rested your head against her chest – feeling the warmth you’ve been needing since yesterday. She whispers, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much that it’s impossible for me to let you go… I hope you learn to love me. In that way, we will be happier together and run away.”
“Have we not run away?” you chuckled lightly.
“Of course we have, but we’re on the run yeah? Make sure they won’t get you away from me,” she murmurs into your neck and pulls you back, giving you another searing kiss. You gladly opened your mouth and possibly made out with her for a good 15 minutes.
You kind of have this realization that maybe you could stay in this life. Where it’s just you and her, and no one else to worry about. However, you do miss your parents dearly and wanted to suggest if you could visit them. Tell them that you’re alright and you’re safe. You just don’t have a clue whether she’ll allow that or not, predicting how massively protective she is towards you. Like, you were her little baby. Although that sounds terribly wrong considering you’re an adult now. You sigh inaudibly and put the thought aside and let her touch you once again.
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“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Well, we have no one else to turn to, yeah?”
Steve just sighs and continues to follow his fellow avenger to Wanda’s room, where she’s been rarely disturbed. Clint suggested that they should reach out to her since he and Wanda are quite close. But not in an intimate way, just a fatherly figure towards the younger woman. As soon as they reach her door, Clint gives two-pound knocks on the door and asks, “Wanda? May we borrow some of your time–Ah!”
Wanda, who they thought was inside, was in the hallway – leaning against the cooled wall. She eyes them, like she’s investigating, and replies with a thick Sokovian accent, “To what I owe you this time, Barton? Rogers?”
“Y/N, we–”
“Oh, I know what you’re suggesting,” Wanda cuts Clint off with a serious tone that was coming into her mouth. “And, I’m not going to do it unless Stark isn’t involved with Y/N’s investigation.”
Wanda has an awful relationship with Tony and it’s kind of questionable to the others how this woman lives in his tower. Well, mainly, Tony himself feels sorry for his mistakes and does her a favor by living under his roof. Wanda took it of course, mostly to suffer him more with bills and food but considering how he is a billionaire, the expenses were like a coin.
“He won’t,” Clint nods with pleading eyes. “I promise. I’ll make sure of it, Steve will make sure of it. Just–Can you see through her mind? Please? Just let us know where she is?”
She lets out a long quiet sigh and looks down, and then looks back up after a minute and nods. Cling offered a small tight-lip smile as the three of them went inside Wanda’s abode. The witch sits near the foot of the bed and looks at them deeply, asking Clint: “Are you sure about this? This is only a one-time thing, you can ask again after a week.”
“I’m sure, just… let me know where my daughter is.”
Wanda slowly nods and closes her eyes while getting into your mind. It took her a minute or two before she was in utter shock at where you were and how you were. She fully regrets doing this.
You were inside Natasha’s bedroom, sprawled all over her bed naked as the widow kisses your navel all the way up to your neck, whispering the dirtiest words to you. Wanda wasn’t shocked at the scene, she was shocked because it was Natasha who has held your captivity.
You promised me you wouldn’t do this again, Nat! Wanda frustratingly thinks to herself and takes a god in the room. She notices the location quickly: Of course, France. That’s where she and Marianne went before she died. Typical Natasha.
Before she gets deep into the scene, Wanda immediately stops and finally opens her eyes. Clint looked at her and asked, “What? Where is she? Where’s Y/N?”
As soon as she was about to say it, a plan came through her head. Wanda doesn’t want to get the situation even worse, let alone everyone loathing Natasha so she thought that maybe she could talk it out with her; without manipulating her mind. After all, they were best friends… right? But, it’s rare for Natasha to give in. Although it could be worse if the government finds out that this is Natasha’s doing and investigates how she killed two young women. She was scared for your life, Clint’s life, and everyone else who was affected by this chaos.
You promised you wouldn’t do this again, Natasha.
Shit friend.
“I–I can’t tell but,” she lies through her teeth, feeling her stomach churning as she does so. “She’s at a house. There were no windows, I can’t… I don’t know yet. Give me more time, a week perhaps?”
Clint sighs aggressively and turns around, smothering his hand all over his mouth until he feels Steve patting him on the shoulder, asking him to calm down quietly. Steve looks at the younger woman and responds to Clint.
“Yes, that would be appreciated. Please, let us know as fast as you can.”
Wanda gives a small nod and watches them as they leave her room and once they do, the woman breaks out a sob that had so many emotions with it. She promised herself that she was no longer getting involved with Natasha’s upbringing like this, but you were with her. She has her eyes on you. And, most surely, the witch knows that you could possibly die in her arms.
But not on her watch.
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Why do I feel like someone is watching me?
No, I can’t be worried over a stupid thought. Silly me, I’m just being delusional. But, as my wrongs come vaguely I realize that maybe I’m a preemptive villain, the vile assassin that was raised wrongly. I’ve murdered numerous people – especially the ones that I’ve held captive. Though I do know that Y/N is different, she’s not like Marianne.
She’s more unique, witty, and enjoyable. And tasty, if I may add.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” Y/N whispers to me as we both lay on our bed humbly, letting our hands touch each other without even noticing it. I hummed and continued to think about why on earth am I worrying so much? Until I felt bunny kissing the side of my mouth, making me chuckle.
“Needy?” I asked.
“Oh please, as if you weren’t the one who’s needy.”
“Uh-huh,” I turn my head so that I could kiss her temple, pulling her closer to my naked body. Whispering once more, I mentioned: “We will go somewhere tomorrow. I think you’ll like it, despite your vibe.”
“Yeah? What’s your little surprise?”
“My dick inside your mouth, that’s what,” she squeals once I attack her on the lips and flip her over so her stomach is pressed onto the soft mattress. I trail my wet lips all over her heated back until I reach her ass, biting it softly. She gasps and lets out a strained moan before I pull myself up to kiss the back of her shoulder desperately.
Bunny and I love using the strap-on, well I use it mostly. Because I like being in control and she gives me her submissiveness; which I adore. Although when we were in the backseat of my car, I let myself give in to her. Usually, I don’t. Especially when it’s fucking. But, with bunny, I feel like I’m giving myself more to her than I shouldn’t. Is that wrong? Why would it be, anyways?
As soon as I was about to spread her legs, I heard a doorbell coming through my house. I groaned and whispered to her, “I’ll be right back.” she nods simply and I step out of bed, grabbing the nearest robe that was on the rack of the chair. I wore it around me and walked down the stairs as I reached for the front door. Opening it with confidence, I see someone that I shouldn’t be seeing in the first place.
Now I get that weird feeling that was below my stomach.
“Can I come in? I brought wine.”
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Always Watching // Bucky x Fem!Reader
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The word used to describe your relationship with Bucky Barnes was ‘strained’. Strained because you’d prefer it if it were at least adequate, and no one could fault you for the attempts made at becoming his friend and helping him with the transition from the Winter Soldier to a member of the Avengers. In truth, you’d tried more than most to help him, especially as he was still at risk of being compromised and shifting back to the assassin’s mindset. You prided yourself on your compassion and empathy, always providing physical and mental support to Bucky, asking how he was, helping him move into the Avengers tower and adjust to going on missions.
Except, somewhere along the way, it had become evident that from at least Bucky’s perspective, you were a person to keep at arm’s length. Your questions would be ignored, and your attempts to help in medical situations would be pushed away. The only responses you’d receive were belittling comments or fierce glares that would have you backing away from the man and shutting your mouth. Even when you kept to yourself, his eyes always seemed to follow you around the room, eyes burning with what you assumed to be hatred, like he was plotting all the ways to eradicate you.
For some unknown reason, Bucky Barnes seemed to hate you, and you had no idea what you’d done to offend him. The other Avengers and agents you called your friends had all implored that he didn’t hate you, but when you stated the experience you’d received from the long-haired man, there was no response but an awkward close-lipped smile and shrug of the shoulders.
This treatment had been going on for months now, avoidance, glare and comments under his breath, and you were slowly getting to the end of your rope. Even earlier in the day, he somehow managed to get under your skin with only one sentence.
“Are you really going out in that dress?”
At first, you’d been embarrassed and somewhat mortified by his comment, wishing to cover up the beautiful dress that Natasha had helped you to pick that emphasised your body shape and the perfect colour to compliment your skin tone. Soon, the embarrassment changed to anger, finding the comment rude and unnecessary. Who was he to say what it was that you wore? Especially tonight, everyone had returned from a difficult mission and decided it was about time the team let their hair down and went to a nightclub for drinks.
Other than the comment, the rest of your night was amazing. You were feeling a light buzz from the alcohol and danced so much that your calves were beginning to burn from standing in the heels borrowed from Natasha. Even as you became lost in the music and masses of people squeezed into the club, you were still hyper-aware of the man watching you from where he was leaning against the wall.
“Does he even blink?” you shouted, attempting to be over the pounding bass to the red-haired woman you were dancing with.
Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, glancing over her shoulder a second later to assess the man who seemed to be staring at you constantly. Bucky didn’t even have the gall to look away in embarrassment, having been caught staring and that only made Nat’s smile widen as she turned back to you with a twinkle now in her eyes.
“You know why he’s staring”, she says matter of factly, swaying her hips as she talks into your ear.
Your eyes roll so hard that you have a momentary headache. “He does not have a crush on me. Can you please stop saying that? The man clearly hates me! I feel like my skin is burning from his stare, like he wishes me to combust spontaneously.”
After the tight-lipped smiles from your friends, they would often tease that maybe he was being so mean and hateful because he had a crush on you. You’d laughed initially, and some small part of you was hopeful that this was the case, but the more he belittled, embarrassed and ignored you, the more evident that was not the case.
“Maybe he’s just admiring the dress that I know he loves”, Natasha shouts confidently, grabbing your hand and twirling you around in an attempt to show off your outfit.
Despite her ridiculous statement, you laughed, “Well, he has an interesting way of admiring it! I’m going to go and get another drink. Do you need one?”
Natasha shook her head and held up her beer bottle, which was still over half full. Giving her one last smile, you made your way through the sweaty, head bobbing with the music until you finally found a free area at the bar, which was busy enough that you knew it would be a while before being served.
Someone pressed against your arm as a new person also had similar ideas to you, leaning on the bar and trying to get the staff’s attention with a click of his fingers. You took a deep breath to try and refrain from rolling your eyes at the arrogance of the man next to you, who was leaning on his forearm on the bar side.
“What are you having?” he shouted confidently with a grin, and it took you a good minute to realise he was talking to you.
“Oh, no, it’s ok. I’m getting my own drink; I’m sure it won’t take long”, you politely decline, turning your body away from him for a moment, hoping to catch the eye of the bar staff so you didn’t have to stay there any more with the guy next to you.
“Nonsense, pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying your own drink. Come on, let me buy you a drink. I’m Chad, by the way”, he responds whilst sticking his hand out for you to shake. You stare at the hand before shaking it with a limp wrist, wanting to show that you aren’t enthusiastic about the conversation.
“Nice to meet you, Chad. I appreciate the offer, but I’m really fine buying my drink”. You pull your hand out of his grasp and try to take a step away, but there are so many people at the bar that there’s nowhere to go. Chad only moved closer, ignoring your discomfort as he leaned his face towards yours.
“Don’t be like that, Baby, it’s just a drink. Your dress is beautiful, by the way, it really makes your…eyes pop” As he spoke, he was not looking at your eyes as you crossed your arms to cover your chest. “Are you here alone? Maybe we can grab a drink and go somewhere beautiful; I’d love to get to know you on a more personal level”, Chad asked, lifting his fingers to stroke the apples of your cheeks.
“She’s not alone, and get your fucking hands off of her”, came an aggressive voice from behind as a warm chest brushed against your back.
Bucky pushed against Chad’s shoulder, giving him enough space to stand between the two of you, so now you’re staring at his back as he protectively became a shield for you.
“Hey man, what the fuck’s your problem! Who do you think you are, touching me like that?!” Chad shouted loudly enough that others began to turn and stare at the scene.
You could feel the thickness of the atmosphere, and there was nothing more you wanted to do than de-escalate the situation, not wanting Bucky to get into any further trouble as he was already being watched like a hawk by Shield.
“Bucky, please stop; everyone's staring!” you tried to pull on his arm, but he stayed completely still, ignoring you as he stared daggers at Chad.
The man looked between you and Bucky before settling on you and pointing at Bucky, “Is this guy bothering you? Listen, asshole, she clearly doesn’t want to be with you; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been out here buying her own drink, now would she? Why don’t you get lost so the pretty girl and I can get back to getting to know each other?” Chad smirked cockily.
This only made Bucky tense further, his posture straightening as he took a threatening step forward, and Chad flinched. Bucky’s gloved hands clenched at his side as you quickly did a visual check to see if he had any weapons, but you couldn’t see any in the suit jacket and jeans; you were sure he probably had them hidden up his sleeve.
Bucky took another step forward, nostrils flaring as anger radiated off of him in waves of heat, and genuine fear pooled in your stomach with how the situation escalated as you tried to push him away from Chad.
“If you ever touch her again, I promise you, I will fucking ruin your life. No, you know what, scratch that. If you so much as look at what’s mine again, there’s nowhere on this planet that you can hide; I will find you and end anything you find precious, including your life. Do you understand me?” Bucky asked, his tone surprisingly calm for promising such life-ending threats.
“What's going on here?” another voice joined the conversation as Steve and Tony appeared at your side, pushing the growing crowds back to give everyone space. You would have been thankful for their arrival had you not been staring open-mouthed up at Bucky. Not only was he threatening to kill someone for you, but you didn’t miss the possessiveness in his words and actions, and the biggest question screaming in your mind right now was what he meant by saying ‘what’s his’. Surely he didn’t mean you? Everything was becoming far more complicated than you’d anticipated.
“Is he compromised?” Tony asked in a hushed tone to you as he wrapped a hand around your upper arm, prepared to pull you away from the scene if needed.
Bucky’s eyes snapped to the hand on your arm, the glare moving to Tony’s face as the billionaire changed his stance to one like he was preparing for a fight. Your heart nearly stopped, everything becoming too overwhelming and escalating to a level that no one would be coming down from if it wasn’t stopped soon.
“No! Tony, he’s not compromised; he’s fine. There was just a misunderstanding-”
“A misunderstanding? Is that really what you are calling this situation?” Bucky demands, staring down at you whilst moving out of reach of Steve’s outreached hand.
“Bucky-” you try to reason with him, but you notice that his eyes have gone in the direction Chad seemed to disappear from. He was moving before you could even stop him, following wherever the guy had escaped. Quickly looking up at the confused Tony and Steve, you tried to reassure them whilst beginning to follow after Bucky. “Everything is fine! I’m just going to make sure he’s ok”.
You mostly needed answers than anything, feeling completely and utterly sober now and not wishing to return to the dance floor. As well as making sure that Bucky wasn’t going through with any of his threats.
You were going from being within a stuffy nightclub full of alcohol and dancing people with not enough room to move and music so loud that your voice had to strain to be able to be heard by others. To now, you’re rushing out of the entrance, out into the open air that was considerably colder, added to the fact that the heavens had opened and the rain was pouring enough that it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of you.
Any sane person would have turned right back around and reentered the club just to have some cover, but your adrenaline was pumping, and after a few seconds outside, you were already drenched, so there was no point trying to find the jacket you’d left in the cloakroom.
You follow in the direction Bucky had stormed off, trying to weave through the people running through the rain and past the busy New York traffic. “Bucky!” You called out for him while wrapping your arms around your chest, trying to keep some of the warmth you’d found in the club, but the more you were out in the open, the more the rain wholly soaked your body, drawing the freezing temperatures into your bones.
You stare at his back as he continues to walk with a purpose; you aren’t even sure if he’s following Chad anymore or just needs some air. You try your hardest to keep up, even with the struggle of the slippy wet floor and your ridiculous choice of heels burning your calves enough that you contemplated risking the sanity of the bottom of your feet by taking them off.
“Please, just wait, Bucky!” you shout to the man in front, who, of course, doesn’t slow down. You were at your wit's end, cold and drenched from the rain, confused by Bucky’s reaction in the club, not just from Chad but also the look from Tony grabbing your arm. There was clearly something more going on, and him running away, potentially on the warpath, was only making your anxiety increase to the point of wanting to scream.
Distracted with your rolling emotions, you hadn’t noticed that you were no longer following anyone as the street in front of you only had the occasional couple walking past with umbrellas over their heads.
You’d somehow lost Bucky.
“Shit!” you curse to the sky, letting the rain pour down over your face, unsure of what to do. You could return to the club, but you were now much closer to the tower than you were to the club and at least back at the tower, you could use Jarvis to assist with trying to track and find Bucky.
Before you could follow through with your decision, a gloved hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you quickly into an alleyway that had some shelter above your head, protecting you from the rain. Just as your mouth opened to scream and combat training reflexes moved to punch whoever had grabbed you, the movements were halted as you became face-to-face with a very pissed-off Bucky Barnes.
All air rushed from your lungs as you were forcefully pushed up against a wall as Bucky leaned his metal arm beside your head, leaning over you. Even though his blue eyes were burning with more intensity than you’d ever seen before, you still sighed in relief that he hadn’t rushed off somewhere, but now you just had to deal with the confrontation you were hoping for.
“Go back to the party”, he demands in a voice so low that you almost coward from him. Still, instead, you held your ground, pushing off the wall, expecting him to move back in a show of confidence, but he remained hovering close enough that it only meant that there were a few inches between your faces.
In the shadows of the alleyway, he looked threatening, especially with his bulky silhouette, but for some reason, he looked somewhat like a fallen angel. The fierceness in his swirling ocean blue eyes that devoured you completely, the height and strength that was trained through every single inch of muscle throughout his body, even his shoulder-length hair left unbound and dripping from the rain, gave him a mysterious look. It was nearly enough to distract you from the events that had taken place. Nearly.
“What? No! I’m not going back to the party. What even happened back there?”, you demanded, trying to remain as confident as you’d felt when leaving the club and not letting the adrenaline altogether go from your system.
Bucky looks away, towards the end of the alleyway in thought before finally muttering, “It was nothing”.
You scoff, “It wasn’t nothing! You threatened to kill the guy in there, Bucky! And what was all that with Tony? I saw the look you gave him! Oh, and what did you mean by touching what was his?”
To your shock, Bucky smirked, but his gaze was so vibrant when he turned back to look at you that, on instinct, you took the step back again to press against the wall. “I told you not to wear that stupid dress,” he says under his breath, like he is telling you a well-kept secret but is forcing himself to say the words.
You frown, your chest restricting, making it difficult to breathe. “The dress? Why do you hate this dress so much, I can wear whatever the fuck I want, Bucky! Stop trying to change the subject! Everything you do is so confusing. For months, you've acted like me even breathing in the same room as you is an inconvenience and then you’re threatening some asshole guy at the bar and protecting me? What’s that about?”
“Because I knew I’d have to be fighting off dickheads like him all night! That’s why I have an issue with the dress. When men like him take one look at you and assume that they have any right to even talk to you, let alone any of the other fucked up shit he was hoping to get from you”.
His outburst shocked you to the core, leaving you stunned and fumbling to think of any words. “I…I don’t understand where this is all coming from. Wait, aside from Chad, no one is allowed to talk to me? Who do you think you are to decide something like this? Maybe I want a cute guy to buy me a drink!”
“You’re naive if you think guys will only want to buy you a drink and nothing more”.
Your face heats uncontrollably at his words, hating the condescension lacing his words. “Don’t talk to me like that! Maybe that’s just what I want anyway. Someone nice to buy me a drink and treat me with kindness that clearly you won’t give me! So how dare you try to dictate my life by saying what I wear means you’ll have to be my knight in shining armour! You don’t have to do anything for me, these past few months have clearly shown you don’t give a shit about me so why care so much what people do to me?”
“You don’t understand”, he seeths through gritted teeth.
You want to scream in frustration from the lack of answers, letting all the energy form in your arms and hands as you pushed on his chest, needing some space between both of your bodies, but he was built of stone as he didn’t move at all.
“Then explain!” you shout in frustration, the heat and adrenaline returning to your veins. “Because I’m losing my fucking mind right now! Why do you act like you hate me one minute and save me another whilst acting like you have any sort of say as to what I wear and who touches or looks at me?”
“Because he touched what’s mine!” Bucky bellows, his face dropping close to yours as a vein bulges on his temple. “Call it jealousy, call is possessive, I don’t fucking care. Do you know how hard it is to see you in the line of fire at work and then come out to places like this and watch every guy and woman in this place have their eyes all over your body, wishing that they could have you? And then watching that asshole Chad come and talk to you, giving you those compliments and then having the nerve to touch you? He was a dead man walking”.
Your mouth opens and closes, feeling like you are having an out-of-body experience. “But… but you hate me”, you say, sounding as defeated as you felt.
Bucky scoffs again with less anger this time, the tone of his voice calming slightly as he leans closer, crowding you in his warmth. “I don’t have you, sweetheart, but I’m so fucked up in here”, he points to his head, “I can’t risk being near you”.
“Bucky-”
“Just go back to the party. I’ll call you a cab; just don’t follow me.”.
A lump forms in your throat. There’s no way you’re leaving him to go back to the club, and just as you’re about to tell him that, he’s suddenly dipping his head and cheek against yours so that he can whisper into your ear. “Just know that even though I’m not there, I’ll know if someone is looking at you. Your body is for my eyes only, so if anyone approaches, they’re dead”.
The breath hitches in your throat as your fingers clench, and you remember that they’re still resting on Bucky’s chest as you grip his shirt tightly. The warmth against your face retreats as he attempts to move back, and it is out of instinct that you glance towards his lips. You’ve never experienced anyone becoming possessive over you before. It should have had you running in the opposite direction, but your feet remained planted in that same spot, leaning towards the protective force in front of you.
Bucky then surprises you as you watch his frowning lips shift into a knowing smirk, laughing under his breath which causes a pulse of attraction through your cunt. “Oh Doll, you’re going to need to stop looking at me like that; otherwise, you won’t be returning to that party”.
A surge of confidence rocks through your core as your gaze burns into his intricate, beautiful eyes, “What if I don’t want to go back to the party?”.
You try not to jump away from the gloved hand, now cupping your jaw, tilting your face up towards the covering, shading you both from the continuing thrashing rain. The warmth of his breath skips over your exposed throat as he runs his nose along your skin, causing a shiver to rush down your spine. “You don’t mean that?” his tone had deepened and sounded increasingly strained, as if he was somehow holding himself back.
You weren’t entirely sure what was happening and how everything had changed to such a degree. All you were 100% certain about was that there was no way you would be going back to any party without Bucky.
“I mean it more than you could ever know”, you say with a rush of breath, finding it difficult to hold back the restraint to continue looking up entirely at his mercy simply.
Bucky contemplates your words as his nose drifts lower, and your heartbeat thumps hard in your chest. You are sure that you’ve felt the delicate kiss of his lips against the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “I think you like it when I show you who you belong to”, Bucky states with arrogance and sultry need that equally has your knees weakening.
The pure desire pooling in your underwear was becoming impossible to ignore, like a flame had been lit within your body and was slowly devouring your rational thoughts. A weak moan escapes your lips as your eyes drift close.
“Bucky…” you trail off, beginning to tremble, not from the low temperatures or being soaked through from the rain, but because your arousal had hit you so deeply that he consumed all thoughts.
“Yes?” Bucky asks as he laughs throatily at how you were so easy to succumb to his advances.
“Just fucking kiss me already!”
The pleasure and pain that enveloped your body was something that you’d crave and dream about for months to come. Pain because his lips pushing into yours with such force that your body was pushed back against the brick wall, but the overwhelming pleasure from finally feeling his mouth on yours, the hand gripping your jaw moving to the back of your head to cradle it with gentleness that you were surprised he as even capable of. The urgency didn’t end there, even as you finally received what you both had truly wanted for all of this time. You needed more of him, all of him, every single inch of his body you wanted to feel without the barrier of his clothes.
Bucky’s nose pushed into your cheek as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, both of your mouths opening to allow your tongues to dance and caress one another. You moaned, tasting the mint on his tongue and something that was so uniquely him your mind momentarily lost any coherent thought.
His massive body was pressed against yours so that you were consumed by him completely. Which also meant that you could feel the hardness of his arousal rutting into your stomach as he gently rolled his hips to try and relieve some pent-up frustration.
You were ready to give him everything, right there, in a random alleyway in rainy New York, where anyone could stumble upon the two of you. Thankfully, Bucky still could hold onto some restraint as he put some distance between you.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you in front of everyone, I have the sneaky suspicion that Fury would not be pleased if a member of the Avengers were caught having a quickie out in public”.
In any other situation, you probably would have laughed at the absurdity and realisation as to just how far gone you’d become to actually be ready to lift your dress and let him fuck you. However, you were so caught up in the fact that this was happening and hearing the beautiful man in front of you say that he wanted to fuck you in a public setting only added to the deep desire from his possessive tendency to increase.
Bucky pressed a chastising kiss to your temple as he began to shrug his jacket from his shoulders to then wrap it around yours, and you could have moaned at the warmth and mouthwatering scent of his cologne surrounding you. The man you thought hated you didn’t give you any time to lose your senses as he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the alleyway and back into the startling freezing rain.
As the Avengers tower was only a couple blocks away, it was easier for the two of you to run in the rain, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, using his big build to shield you somehow from the wetness, but you were already soaked.
Finally, once in the safety of the private elevator that was only used for residents of the tower, you both were once more consumed with each other. His jacket was pushed to the floor so he could run his gloved hands over your shoulders and back to cradle your face.
Your back was against the elevator wall as he crowded around you, trying to taste every possible area of your mouth. Your leg lifted, hooking around his hips and causing your dress to hitch further up your thigh until it rested around your waist, pulling him closer.
In this position, he was able to thrust his tented jeans against your panties, the rough material catching your clit and causing an obscene moan to echo around the small space. His lips left yours but only so that he could kiss down the side of your neck, causing more mewls and pathetic squeaks to leave your parted mouth.
“I want the whole world to know you’re mine”, he declares as his teeth scrap against the area where your shoulder and neck meet. The same part of you that was throbbing for his possessive tendencies needed him to do whatever he was alluding to. To persuade him to continue, you ran your fingers up his firm chest, scratching up his throat and to the nape of his neck so that you were able to grab a handful of his hair and tug him even closer.
However, arriving at the Avengers’ living quarters interrupted the two of you. Without missing a beat, Bucky's hands lowered to your thighs, picking you up so that your legs were now wrapped around his waist as he supported your weight with his hands on your arse.
Your fingers remained in his hair, pulling his face back to your neck as he began to suck on different areas, marking your skin with darkening, wet patches. The tiny reasoning voice at the back of your mind was warning you that you’d regret those marks tomorrow, but with the want and need to have his lips and teeth all over your body, you couldn’t care less if he was marking you.
Everything about his touch was seering in heat, even though those leather gloves still covered his hands. It was as if you could feel the temperature of his burning skin through the material, and it only made you more desperate to claw at his clothes. Equally, Bucky needed to feel more of your soft skin and learn every inch of your body.
You were only half aware that you’d entered his bedroom because the low lighting had naturally turned on by the building's sensors. It was minimalistic, and for a second, your focus zoned into the sheets and pillow led out on the floor and not on the bed, which was just a bare mattress that he all but dropped you into the centre of.
His lips were on yours again, and you were thoroughly distracted from the makeshift bed on the floor. The sharp sting of his teeth grazing your bottom lift caused you to mewl and pull on his hair, exposing his thick neck that gave you the opening to begin your exploration, licking and teasing until he was shivering and sitting back on his knees.
You admired him momentarily as he seemed to do the same for you. His handsome face was flushed with arousal, the pupils in his eyes so vast that it was almost as if the clear blue didn’t exist anymore. His chest was heaving with steading breaths as he began to pull on each of the fingers of his gloves.
“How expensive is the dress?” he asked, eyeing the cleavage that had been his downfall all night.
“It’s Natasha’s”, you answered breathlessly.
“I’ll buy her a new one”, Bucky mumbles, gripping the edges of the dress and tearing the material into two. You gave a startled scream as you were suddenly left in your underwear, but the shock at being exposed was swiftly distracted by him ripping his shirt directly down the centre so all the buttons popped off, and the material shrugged off his broad shoulders.
Even though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen him without a shirt on, your breath caught in your breath at his beautifully sculptured chest and abs, mouth already watering with the need to lick every inch of him.
“Be a good girl for me, Doll and spread your legs”, he demands with surprising gentleness, still sitting back on his knees and stroking a soft caress against your outer thighs.
A pathetic whimper bursts from your chest at the praise, pussy clenching with need that you didn’t waste a second before opening your legs. Even though you still had your panties on, Bucky's gaze became hungry, as if he was a man on the brink of starving to death as he licked his lip and began to lower his body.
“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do this”, he admits, gripping the edge of your underwear and beginning to drag the material down your legs.
You smile to yourself, straightening yourself in the centre of the bed and getting comfortable as your legs naturally lay across his shoulders as he led stomach first on the bed.
“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you”, you tease, but all the smug arrogance is drowned out by the pornographic scream from feeling his tongue taking a long, exaggerated lick from your perineum to your clit. You weren’t sure who was louder between the two of you with the moans as Bucky finally was able to taste the girl he’d been wanting for months and you for having someone actually wanting to give you some form of pleasure.
Every time you made a noise of pure joy or increased in volume, Bucky repeated the action, learning what you loved. Your thighs were nearly suffocating him with how hard they were squeezing around his face, and you knew that he would happily die right there between your legs if that’s what you truly wanted. Then there was the hair you were clenching, probably having ripped out two handfuls as you pulled on his long hair, hoping to have him as close as possible between your legs.
“Fuck Bucky! Who taught you how to do that- AH! I’m so close!” your back was arched, eyes clenched tightly closed as the pleasure was tightening within your core. His tongue lapped with quick flicks, firming the tip to add more pleasure as he pushed it into your dripping pussy. His moans added extra stimulation as you happily came all over his face, trembling and twitching cunt around his lips and tongue.
Just as Bucky was about to add two fingers into your still pulsing hole, you shouldn’t take the wait anymore and begged, “Please just fuck me already, Barnes!”
The Avengers grinned down at you as he began to crawl up your body, nipping each of your breasts with his teeth through your bra as he moved. Your cheeks warmed, seeing the shine over his stubble from your juices that he’d been happily drinking. Your thoughts didn’t remain on this fact for long though as he was kissing you feverishly once more, meaning you could now taste yourself on his lips.
With his mouth thoroughly distracting, you’d not noticed that he’d been unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and boxers down his toned thighs. Without waiting until they were entirely removed from his body, he swiped his cock between your folds, coating his length in your liquids.
Your mouth gaped open as the tip of his cock nudged into your entrance, stretching it to a level that you’d not been used to. “Shh, it’s ok, Doll, you can take me”, he promised, with one hand holding your hip steadily and the other against your cheek so he could hold your face still.
He was so deep, impossibly deep. You could feel him everywhere, widening your cunt until you were fluttering around his cock, and he hadn’t even begun fucking you properly yet.
“Nearly there, try and relax for me”, Bucky praises into your ear as your eyes widen, realising that it wasn’t even the entire length of him inside of you yet. Only as he was pushing into your cervix did your head fall back, and you sighed out. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well. Put your arms around my back; you’re going to need to hold onto something”, he boasts as you try and take a deep breath, your fingers reaching around his back, nails digging into the skin to give yourself something to hold onto.
Spreading his knees further apart on the bed, Bucky readjusts his position to gain more momentum. The man fucked good. More than good. You were pretty much pleading incoherently to whatever gods were above or below. There wasn’t anything you were begging for, just whatever it was that Bucky seemed to be doing, that it never stopped.
Each stroke caressed that sweet spot within, and with the way his hips rolled, he was able to nudge your clit with his body. Added to the mouth on your neck, biting and licking the sore spots to ease the ache, his hands pinning you down to the bed only added to the raw possessiveness dictating Bucky’s movements.
Harder and faster, his hips moved. The thick cock pounding into your cunt until you were seeing stars and cumming again, squeezing him so hard he had to still his hips to stop his own orgasm from spiralling.
But then, he's pulling out and turning you onto your front, spreading your legs once more and demanding, “Arch your back for me, Sweetheart”. Doing as he instructed, your still-covered breasts pressed into the mattress as your hips angled up. With one hand holding onto your shoulder and the other on your hip, he began to fuck you with just as much enthusiasm.
In this position, he somehow felt even more deeper, and all you could do was cry out and moan with how good he felt.
“Tell me you’re mine, I need to hear you say it”, Bucky grunts as you came for the third time, becoming overstimulated and disorientated with how good you felt.
Your cunt was still squeezing with the effects of the orgasm as you repeatedly told him, “I’m yours, only yours, Bucky”.
Bucky’s head tilted back so that he could release an almighty grunt, the hands on your body tightening enough that the skin became tender, but you didn’t care at all, not with how good you were feeling. You could feel his cock throbbing and the wetness that followed, dripping from your hole and onto the mattress beneath.
It was a long few minutes before he eased out and collapsed onto the mattress beside you, the two of you breathing heavily as his metal fingers stroked slowly down your spine and his lips followed.
“You should have told me earlier”, you whisper over your shoulder to him.
“Hmm?” he asks, moving up to your shoulder, where he carefully kissed the skin that was tender from his grip moments before.
“You should have told me how you felt”, you explain, thinking about how much time was wasted.
“Maybe. But then, I wouldn’t have had so much fun threatening everybody for looking at you”, he answers with a grin, kissing your cheek once before climbing off the bed and returning with the sheets from the floor.
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You're Gonna Be Quiet
Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: It's just an undercover mission, anyone could be married for one night - even you two.
Warnings: profanity, flirting, yucky old men, suggestive content (?), possessive Bucky <3
MINORS PLS DNI
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: y'all.... im not an author. im an artist, not an author, so PLS go into this with that knowledge. but I have been convinced, no, coerced into posting this little funsy by @ellemj
she threatened to withhold vacation pictures from me as if I didn't draw her bucky barnes dick earlier today and I'll be damned
anyways,, please enjoy and manage your expectations :,)
“Okay, rumor has it the target, Mr. Beaumont, has a thing for married women,” Sam says casually as he holds a ring between his thumb and forefinger, “so for this mission, you get to be Mrs. Barnes.”
He tosses the ring in your direction and you catch it with a sour expression. You slip the rock on your finger and admire it, your scowl slipping just a moment as you watch how it catches the sun. That is until you see Bucky with an equally foul look on his face. Suddenly, your frown reappears.
“Sam, I feel like there is certainly someone better suited for this than me,” you grumble as you put your hand down and look back up at him, “I mean, aren’t these undercover missions more of a Natasha thing?”
Sam rolls his eyes before turning to face you, a hand on his hip. You were in for a scolding. “Natasha has her own mission. So today, you get to be Mrs. Hart. And you,” he turns to Bucky with a smug expression, “will be Mr. Hart. Any questions? No? Good, you two lovebirds go get your outfits on.”
You turn quickly, but not quick enough to miss the death stare Bucky shoots Sam. This one seems even more lethal than his typical one.
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The ride to the gala is silent. Bucky is always silent, but this silence seems more… suffocating. You fiddle with the ring on your finger before glancing over at him. “Are you planning to even look at me before we get there? I mean, we’re supposed to be a marri-”
“You’re supposed to be a woman in an unhappy marriage who's looking to fuck a billionaire,” he says bluntly, not even turning towards you, “I’m just making sure that you look plenty unhappy.”
He would never admit out loud that the real reason he won’t spare you a second glance is because the first glimpse of you dolled up sent almost all the blood in his rational mind straight to his cock. He needs to preserve what little sense he has left.
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You get out of the car with a huff. Just as Bucky intended, you look unhappy and thoroughly irritated. You pull the hem of your little black dress down in an attempt to recover some of your dignity, but all Bucky notices is how the little tug causes your breasts to be even more apparent. Yep, there went the rest of the blood.
He sighs and grabs your hand before plastering a fake smile onto his lips. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
You sigh and forget anymore yanking on your dress, looking up at him with a grim expression. “Let's,” you mutter under your breath before letting him lead you into the gala.
As expected, the event is extravagant and no doubt costly. You feel out of place, and you can’t help the way you move a little further into your ‘husband’s side. You let a breath of air past your lips as you look around the room for your target. Nowhere to be seen, you nearly move further into the room before Bucky squeezes your hand gently and nods to his left. You’re quick to ignore the flutter of butterflies that his touch sends shooting through you and casually look where he’s pointed. Surely enough, at the bar, sits a piggish man nursing a flute of champagne. Your eyes find Buckys and you shoot him a look before you drop his hand and make your way over.
You take a seat a few bar stools down from the man, making sure to fail at getting the bartender's attention. “Sir? Sir, could I-” You drop your hand with a sigh, feigning a disheartened expression.
“Sir, this lady would like a drink,” like a mouse in a trap, Mr. Beaumont waves him down for you and orders you a drink, “you look like you’d drink something fruity, a little thing like you. Maybe a sex on the beach?”
You wish you’d missed the way his lips pulled up in a foul grin and the way his eyebrow raised ever so slightly, and you really wish you hadn’t seen his greedy eyes rake over your body. Nonetheless, a soft laugh and a bat of your lashes grace him instead of the scowl that wants to pull at your lips.
“I’ve never had one before,” you say with a saccharine smile, “maybe we could share.”
You notice how his eyes nearly bug out of his head and then slowly trail to your hand. He slides his fingers, not dissimilar to link sausages, down to your left hand where he trails a thumb over your ring. “Are you sure your husband wouldn’t mind,” he asks with that same vile grin, moving his hand to rest on your knee.
“Not particularly, but I’m sure I don’t care,” you whisper teasingly, leaning forward and showing off your tits that practically beg to fall from your dress. ‘Hook, line, and sinker’ you think as the man runs a heavy hand up the side of your leg and his eyes trail down your neck to your cleavage.
Trembling anger washes over Bucky as he watches the man practically feel you up in the middle of the bar. The beads of perspiration running down the target's neck and the way he keeps nervously licking his lips give Bucky all the indication he needs to know this man thinks you’re his. Then Bucky turns to look at you. You. You’re just letting the man have his way, no, you’re encouraging it. Yes, it’s the mission. And, no, Bucky has no reason to feel such vile hatred for the target in any sense other than the professional one. But for some reason, he finds himself wanting to dismember any part of the man that graces your body where he hasn’t yet.
Yet?
Yet.
~~~
“Who’s this, darling?”
You bristle as you feel a breath of air pass your ear before the deep timbre of Bucky's voice even registers in your mind. You whip around to look at him, an expression of anger and bewilderment replacing the flirtatious grin you were just donning. You look back to the target, trying to mask your surprise.
“Honey,” you manage to say through gritted teeth, “I didn’t even see you come over.”
You pull your hands from the target's grasp, nearly cringing at the moist feeling left behind on your skin. You feel Bucky’s firm hold replace Mr. Beaumont’s slimy touch, and your body reacts all too positively. You lean back hardly at all, but it’s enough to feel his chest rigid against you. Was he standing too close or were you too eager? There was no way to be sure, but one thing you could be sure of was the fact that neither of you shied from the contact.
“Hmm,” he hummed lowly, a disapproving air oozing from the short sound, “when you never brought our drinks over, I got curious as to where you’d disappeared to.”
His eyes shift from the side of your face to the man across from you, who grows increasingly uneasy at the sight of your tall and broad ‘husband’. Bucky leans down close, so close that his lips brush against the curve of your ear and you hope he can’t hear your blood rushing in your head.
“I’ll ask again, who is this?”
You’re not sure if it's what he says, or the way he says it, but his words send a wave of arousal through your body. Suddenly, the too-tiny dress feels too hot and you’ve nearly forgotten his question. That is until he quirks an eyebrow and tilts his head expectantly. You clear your throat and look back to a flustered target, presumably intimidated by your colleague.
“This,” you reply before turning back to the sweaty man, “is Mr. Beaumont. He owns a software company and..”
You turn to the target, a ditsy smile on your lips as you try to recover your role, “what else did you do? I forget.”
He laughs nervously, shifting on his bar stool to make himself appear taller. Still pitiful in comparison to the man currently staring daggers at him over your shoulder. “I develop software and coding for various companies and organizations to use where they deem fit.”
Another low hum sounds from Bucky’s throat as he lifts his head from your ear, he meets Mr. Beaumont's eyes and sighs.
“Very impressive, Mr. B,” he says condescendingly. You frown, peeking over at him. What is he doing? This was not a part of the plan, “so you must be a smart man?”
The man in question smiles smugly and nods. “I’d think so, yes.”
“Well then, pray tell, why have you been feeling up my wife,” he asks coolly, Bucky’s turn to look smug. You, on the other hand, whip around to stare at him with an irate expression. He looks down at you with a matching frown, hardly able to mask his irritation, “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll handle you later.”
You’d like to think you were subtle in your shock, in the way his words leave you flustered. You had no idea Bucky could smell the wave of arousal that flooded your panties, or that he could hear the beat of your heart like a snare drum. Neither of you even noticed the target’s pitiful stuttering, too caught up in the most sexually charged staring contest ever.
~~~
“What the fuck, Barnes,” you hiss quietly, walking ahead of him to the car with steam practically flooding out of your ears, “I mean, what the actual fuck!”
You don’t wait for him to catch up before you get into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut behind you. You didn’t care for appearances, your mission having been sabotaged by your own partner. What appearances did you have left to keep up?
He gets into the driver's seat a few moments later, pulling his gloves off with a sigh before running his flesh hand over his face.
“Are you done?”
“No,” you snap, turning to face him, “I’m not. You have the audacity to call me reckless, but you go and pull a stunt like that? I had it under control.” Your cheeks are red with irritation and your hair is a mess from you running your fingers through it, but he’s too caught up with thinking what else would have you looking so flushed.
“If you’d just shut up and listen-” he starts, but you’re quick to cut him off.
“I was getting the intel,” you’re practically ranting now, “and you just had to swoop in. And for what? To be all macho? To fluster me?”
The scowl on his lips that once matched yours turns into a scoff, and you narrow your eyes at him. Why are you looking at his lips? And why can’t you pull your gaze away from them? “What? What now,” you ask with a huff.
“You really need to learn when to stop talking,” he mutters, looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he tries to wipe the smug smile from his face, “y’know that?”
You’re startled by his words, the flush on your cheeks no longer caused by his irritating actions but by his shocking words. Your eyes travel over him shamelessly, ready to jeopardize everything just to get rid of the tension that has lingered and grown exponentially over the course of the evening.
“Then why don’t you shut me up,” you ask softly, your tone opposite to the defiant one you’d held only moments ago. Judging by the minuscule way his eyes widen and the way his lips part around a sharp inhale, you’d be safe to guess he’d beat you to the idea.
You aren’t sure who moved forward first, or even if you’d moved at all. All you can be sure of is the feeling of Bucky Barnes kissing you like he’d never have the privilege again.
Your lips move feverishly against his own, the car filled with quiet pants and sloppy smacking. His hands tangle in your hair and he tugs you away from him, his expression turning stern when you whine petulantly. “Did you know you were a fucking brat tonight,” he asks lowly, his stare hard. You swallow thickly, pressing your thighs together to relieve the ache between them.
“I was not,” you rebut, your brows furrowing and your lips turning down in a pout. He didn’t like that.
“You were,” he chides coolly, releasing his grip on your hair and sighing, “especially after we walked back to the car. You never even let me explain why I stopped you.”
You would like to focus on his words, but you’re too worried about the way his metal fingers nimbly undo the buckle of his belt. Silence sweeps over the car, the only sound being your shaky breath and the clank of metal on metal.
“So here’s what we’re gonna do,” he continues, “I’m gonna talk, and you’re gonna listen. Quietly.” You’re salivating as he tugs the zipper of his dress pants down, allowing the tent in his boxers some much-needed reprieve. “You know why you’re gonna be quiet?”
“Why,” you ask in a breathless whisper, only just now meeting his eyes again.
“Because your mouth is gonna be full."
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | n.romanoff
you visit the strip club downtown with your co-workers to let off some steam, but it seems like you've caught the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.
🖤 pairing: sub!stripper!natasha x fem!cop!reader
🖤 word count: 3145
🖤 note: SMUT (18+), this one been marinating in my drafts like im preserving wine
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You don’t know why you let your co-workers drag you to a strip club on a Friday night, but you’re sure as hell not complaining.
There are plenty of women, everywhere. Women in bikinis, women in stockings, women in thigh garters. You're in wonderland, honestly.
Hey, cops needed to let off some steam too, okay?
The cheers and hoots surround your table as Carol gets a lap dance by a brunette stripper. The blonde woman is blushing – you didn’t know she could do that – but she’s having the time of her life.
As Carol slides a bill between the stripper's tits with no lack of embarrassment, you laugh and get up to go get another drink.
It wasn't an overly rare occasion for you to be letting loose, but it was infrequent enough that your co-workers quite physically hauled you to this adult entertainment facility after a particularly taxing case.
ULTRAVIOLET was the most popular strip club in Queens, New York City. They served both men and women, with sparkling reviews about customer service and atmospheric aesthetics.
Carol, Valkyrie, and Maria would simply not shut up about the 'Black Widow', who was supposedly the sexiest, most stunning stripper any of them had ever laid their eyes on.
"She fuckin' looked at me in the eye," Valkyrie had moaned on a Monday morning, speaking of this stripper they so revered. "I can't look at anyone the same no more."
You were about to make a quick-witted retort about Valkyrie’s dramatization of mere eye contact, but Maria had only nodded solemnly in agreement and you had to admit you didn’t take Maria’s judgment lightly.
Aside from the talk about the Black Widow, you were hit with the novelty of the strip club once you stepped foot within.
As the Commanding Officer of the New York City Police Department, 104th Precinct, the boundless freeness of this place was quite a sight to behold. What with the heavy music, and the beer-tinged scent of the air, and nude women – the sensory overload did wonders to take your mind off work.
"You here alone?"
You spin on the barstool at the sound of a sultry voice. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight of a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.
Scantily clad in matching sequined undergarments and fishnet stockings, stands a redheaded woman leaning against the bar counter, looking at you with magnificent green eyes.
"I'm not alone- I mean, not in that way, because I'm just here with friends. Well, co-workers, but they're my friends as well-"
Splendid job, Deputy Inspector Y/N L/N, you say internally. You can look in the eye of murderers and terrorists, but one look at a pretty woman and you're fuckin' gone.
"You're cute," the lady interrupts with a small tilt of her head, saving you from digging your own grave further.
You swallow harshly, feeling her manicured nails trace the curvature of your bicep.
"Just cute?" you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. Her fingers move down to the collar of your white shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Call it stupidity, but you feel the urge to reciprocate the contact. You move your hands to her hips.
The lady smirks. "Hm, maybe not just cute. But I think you need to show me."
The redhead hasn't broken eye-contact all the while. Your eyes feel like they're burning. You slide your left hand down to the hem of her panties, and tug slightly. When her panties snap against her skin, she jolts with the impact.
You smirk with victory, pulling her in by her waist so your mouth is pressed against her skin. "I'll show you," you murmur, kissing the warm with a fervour you didn't know you possessed.
The woman's breath hitches and she pulls your head closer. You accept the invitation, beginning to leave a hickey on the sensitive spot of her neck.
After a few moments of your concentrated work on her neck, the woman finally lets out a sigh-turned-moan of pleasure, and you nearly pass out from how sexy it is.
She tugs your head away and pulls you in by the collar for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter close.
Your quavering breaths meet in a frantic harmony, and you want to explore her mouth, but she ends it as quickly as it begins.
"What's your name?" the redhead asks, warm breath on your lips. "Y/N," you say hoarsely, trying and failing not to sound like you were left high and dry.
You slide your hands to the bare skin of her torso, silently delighting in the way it raises goosebumps. You need to get more of her, feel more of her. "Do I get to know your name?" you ask.
The lights in the strip club suddenly dim, and the music takes on a far more sensual tone.
The woman slides out of your grasp like sand falling through your fingertips, and you're left with the ghost of her burning embrace. Your question remains unanswered.
"Let's give it up for our next dancer," the bar owner says into his mic, and the noise dramatically fades away. "The Black Widow!"
Blue and violet lights dance in your vision as the woman who had kissed you just moments before, approaches the stage, hips swaying in time to the music.
Your eyes narrow, and you down the bourbon in one shot. You'd need it.
When the beat drops, The Black Widow throws her head back and she begins to move.
God, it's criminally sensual, the way she danced, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. You couldn't put into words the allure she possessed.
The redheaded woman runs a hand over her own skin, dipping into every curve, as the music crescendos, and you know you're not the only patron with their heart thrumming in their chest.
When she begins twirling on the pole, you see men clearing out a month's paycheck for this divine woman, and honestly? You don't blame them.
Money gets flung onto the stage and catcalls get yelled as perhaps the most erotic scene unfolds before your very eyes.
When The Black Widow lifts up a thigh to show off her tight stockings, you're unable to hold back any longer, drawn to the stage like a moth to a flame.
Sitting back down into your original seat, leaving the empty glass of bourbon behind, all else fades away. Your world stumbles on its axis as the woman makes her way over to you, running a hand through her luscious locks of hair.
Your mouth dries up as The Black Widow turns around in front of you and fully bends over, exposing the delicious curve of her ass. You sink back into your seat, bringing two fingers to your lips in silent contemplation. Internally, you're fighting the goddamned World War II with your libido.
She's still swaying in beat to the music, and spins around as the sound of a saxophone starts playing. The last thing you see is a playful wink from the gorgeous woman before an ample asset of tits covers your vision.
Fuck, you're not going to survive.
Your nose quite literally gets buried between her tits as the woman climbs onto you. You would pay to see your co-workers' faces right now. How would you ever face them at work again?
“Get it, Y/N!” you hear Maria call in the distance, and a shrill whistle follows.
You smirk against the pair of tits in your face, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and her sweat, and simlply her. You let the stripper work her magic.
After a few more minutes of your paradise, she pulls away, skin flushed.
You regard her with a darkened gaze, pulling out your wallet. You stuff a bill in the side of her thong, making sure to snap the fabric in the same spot as you had previously.
The woman's face flickers in recognition. She shakes her head, then dips her head down to whisper in your ear.
"11pm. Room 8. Private session. Don't be late."
Like it was planned, the music comes to an end. The redhead doesn't wait for your response before she gets off your lap, raising her arm in acknowledgement of the roaring cheers. Her hips sway as she walks away from you, and you don’t even pretend that your eyes are glued to her curves.
Money gets thrown onto the stage once again, all in hopes of earning a fraction of what you had just experienced.
"Holy shit, Y/N, what was that?" Carol yells at you over the noise, slapping your back. You shrug plainly with a stupid smug smirk as Valkyrie whines in jealousy.
Oh, you were so fucking ready for 11pm.
.
"A private, fuckin' session for Deputy Inspector Y/N fucking L/N. Who would'a thought," Carol slurs, banging a shot glass onto the round table.
You roll your eyes at Carol's dramatization. It wasn't as if your status as Commanding Officer steered women away from you – in fact, some of them were quite into it.
But for your prevalently horny friends who had women over just about every week, you were considered starved of sweet pussy and were in dire need of quenching that thirst.
So when you broke the news that the most sought-after stripper in the most famous strip club in Queens, had just offered you a private session, lo and behold the chaos that ensued.
"Shit, girl, I would get down on my knees for that lady. You are one lucky bastard," Valkyrie adds in, ruffling your hair as you grumble.
"You'd get down on your knees for any woman, actually," Maria says, the usually composed woman more laid back in the environment of the strip club. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
Valkyrie lets out an aggrieved noise, sitting up to whack Maria's arm, but in her drunken state she misses and slaps Carol's drink out of her hands.
"Oi!" The blonde cries out indignantly, looking at the drink that had splattered onto her clothing.
Carol grabs Maria's martini out of her hands and throws it at Valkyrie in retaliation.
Before you know it, your three idiot friends have gotten temporarily suspended from the strip club for 'causing a ruckus'.
Just like that, and the clock ticks down to eleven o’clock.
.
It’s 11pm, and you're overly aware of your police badge at your belt and your gun in your holster.
Or at least, you were, until Natasha swung one leg across your lap and sat herself down with an unspoken grace, effectively sitting on your lap. In the privacy of the enclosed room, you unashamedly stare down at her cleavage, eyes several hues darker than they were before.
“See something you like?” Natasha asks breathily, running her hands over her full breasts, pushing them up to elicit a reaction from you.
The moving lights in the dark room cast shadows, and when you back look up with a sinful smirk and half-lidded eyes, Natasha swears she feels herself get wet.
All the air in your lungs dissipates when Natasha begins grinding on your thigh in beat to the music, hips moving skilfully in the sexiest fashion imaginable.
Fuck, this woman was going to be your demise.
Your hands feel like they’re on fire as you watch her put on a show, simply aching to move and touch. Natasha trails her fingertips down your tensed arms, running over the curve of your biceps. She smirks at the goosebumps it raises, her hands dwelling to the edge of your pants.
Your breath catches as her fingers find the outline of your police badge tucked underneath your shirt. The Black Widow looks up at you, expression a no-tell. “You on duty?”
“Nope.”
“Is that why you’ve got a gun in your belt?”
“Nah, that one’s just for pretty girls like you,” you respond slowly, hands tentatively going to rest on her thighs. When the smirk reappears on the stripper's face, you relax and let your shoulders untense.
“If you say so, officer,” she comments huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. The shiver runs through your bones.
You’re about to counter with a quick retort of your own before Natasha begins grinding on that bulge in your pants, treating your gun like it was a strap.
“Shit,” you say breathlessly, hands burning at being unable to touch. Behind your back, your nails were digging into your palms so hard you swore you had already drawn blood.
Fuck, it was torture.
Her pretty moans and breathy whines ring in your ears as she moves her hips roughly, a torment to your demise.
After a while, you come to the realisation that you can feel how wet Natasha is through her undergarments, soaked from having just dry-humped your thigh.
“Fuck me,” she says, and your throat dries up. “What?” you ask, dazedly, still staring at her bouncing tits in front of your face.
“I said, fuck me,” Natasha repeats, head tilting to the side, halting all her movements so you would look at her.
You splutter. “But the sign said–”
“What can I say, officer, you wanna make me break the rules.”
That’s all the confirmation you need before your hands can finally touch her, finally, meeting and warm skin and sweat droplets and everything you’d ever wanted.
You let out a huff of amusement as Natasha wraps her pretty lips around your fingers and sucks, making lewd noises with her tongue. Your ears burn, now, having been tainted with the beautiful symphony of this woman’s pleasure.
“You’re very naughty,” you comment, your other hand slipping under her top to reach her full breasts. Palming at the mounds in your hand, you face moves to the bare skin of her collarbone and begin kissing it.
“Don’t make marks,” Natasha says breathlessly, when you let your teeth nick the soft skin there, and there’s a pit of desire in your stomach that growls in frustration, but you know you have to respect her wishes and instead move your mouth down to her chest.
Natasha doesn’t remember when you slipped off her bra, but she isn’t complaining about your haste and instead throws her head back when your mouth latches onto her breasts.
“Mhm, that feels good,” she moans, weaving her fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp. You hum in acknowledgement against her flushed skin, your tongue paying special attention to her hardened buds.
When both your hands move to the underside of her thighs and lift her up, Natasha lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden change of position. But as you lay her down on the sofa with your body weight pressing into hers, those whimpers turn into filthy moans.
You stall for a moment, hovering above her with your silver necklace dangling right above her face. She looks so pretty like this, her hair all splayed out, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her look tantalizing.
Natasha catches your swinging necklace between her teeth, winking seductively at you, and you’re snapped out of your moment, a laugh taking over.
“Have I told you that you’re incredibly bad?” you say, in between kisses scattered between her breasts, down her sternum and to her stomach.
“You- you have,” Natasha replies with some difficulty, as your kisses get lower and lower. “Maybe you should punish me for it, officer;”
She shuts up when you slowly spread open her thighs, revealing the dripping heat that is Natasha’s cunt. You maintain eye contact with her as you lower your mouth to her pussy, her lust-filled stare making your head spin.
When your tongue meets her cunt, it was game over.
“Fuck,” Natasha moans, already unable to continue looking at you in the eye, hands moving to grip the cushion of the sofa. Her thighs clamp around your head, and you’re suffocating, but in a way that feels so good you could die in bliss.
You lap at her dripping cunt like you were starving, like you would die without it. Natasha’s moans get louder. You move your mouth in rocking motions, pushing your tongue further in with each thrust.
“More,” she gasps out, and you quicken your pace, fingertips digging bruises into her plush thighs. In retrospect, you don’t remember how long you stay there, ravenously eating her out like your life depended on it.
When you feel her breathing get faster and more shallow, breathy little whines that get louder and louder, and you know she’s about to cum.
Instead of gently bringing her to a high, you internally say fuck it and decide that if this was the one chance you had, with the most sought-after stripper in Queens, you were going to make it an unforgettable one.
You move your mouth up to wrap your lips around her swollen, throbbing clit, and you suck on it, hard. In tandem with that, you easily slide two fingers in, curling them inside her to hit that sweet spot. Natasha positively screams, and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
Her orgasm floods the lower half of your face and your fingers, and the little mewls of your name Natasha lets out as she comes down from her high is one you’d always remember.
Finally, you emerge from between Natasha’s thighs. Slowly, you kiss up her stomach and her breasts, up the way you came down from, and you meet Natasha’s blissed out face.
You take a moment to take in her tousled hair, her swollen kissable-pink lips, her smudged makeup, her shallow gasps for air, and the pure lust in her eyes.
Just like that, and another jolt of arousal hits you. Before you can act on it, Natasha pulls you into a messy kiss, hot and sweaty.
“You look so fucking good-” Natasha says in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. “With my cum all over your jaw.”
You bite back a growl at her words, wanting to let her know just how exactly good you can make her cum. Natasha catches your hand that slides down to her wet cunt, before bringing it up and placing a kiss on your fingertips. “Our time is up,” she whispers, nodding to the clock behind you that now reads 11.31pm. “One private session lasts 30 minutes.”
This woman was going to be the death of you.
You turn back to The Black Widow with dilated pupils, slowly reaching into your pocket for that leather Saint Laurent wallet, and the ghost of a smirk on your lips.
In the wee hours of twilight the next day, you leave the strip club with your wallet emptied, a searing cramp in your hand, and the memory of an unforgettable woman whose real name you hadn’t even known.
Boy, you had one hell of a story to tell your friends.
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