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mrsurahara · 8 months

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𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧┊𝗧. 𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. Thor Odinson x f!reader g. smut + fluff + little bit of angst

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [oral (f + m receiving), male masturbation, cum eating], Thor being mean(?), manhandling, use of feminine pet names— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 2.2k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

The library in the Avengers compound was your safe place. It was big enough to hide in your favorite cozy corner with a good book.

You were curled up on the plush loveseat with a book and a warm drink. You could feel the cool air from outside through the window beside you. Looking out, you were met with the sight of rain pelleting the ground. Lightning cracked through the sky in fanciful patterns as thunder clapped throughout the dark clouds that packed the once blue sky.

The weather turned nasty about the same time Thor closed himself off from everyone; the god not interacting with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. Not even you, his wife of almost four years, could pull him out of his funk. He would send you away each time, his tone growing more irritable as the days passed. A simple question regarding his well-being ended with him barking out an annoyed response that more often than not, hurt like hell.

Finishing off your drink, you made the trip across the compound to put away your mug. As you walk through the threshold of the kitchen, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Loki. With him being away for a month you hadn’t been able to ask the one person who possibly knew what was wrong with your husband.

You sat the mug on the counter, “brother dearest, it’s so good to see you!” you gave him a hug. Loki was complex and despite his past transgressions, he was an excellent friend. He hugged you back, welcoming your affection. You were always an interesting one in his eyes. Even when he was trying to take over earth, you tried to reason with him and understand him rather than talk down to him like the others did. Pulling back, your hand rested on his shoulders. You squared your own and looked at him seriously. “There’s a crisis.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and bit back a laugh, failing to hide his smile, “your definition of a crisis is interesting to say the least,” you rolled your eyes. Sure you could be a bit dramatic, but only because no one moved with any urgency unless the fate of the universe was hanging in the balance. “What is the matter?”

“There’s something wrong with Thor. He hasn’t left our room all week and he’s having these shitty mood swings that make me want to swing on him,” you grimaced thinking back to the attitude Thor gave you this morning for simply making sure he ate something.

Loki snickered against the back of his hand. He always knew this day would come. He’d told his brother countless times since he set his sights on you to tell you about his condition. “Dear sister, it’s his time of the year,” Loki smirked, his fit of giggles finally subsiding.

“‘Time of the year’? What does that mean?”

“Your beloved is in heat.”

“Heat? Like an animal?” you inquired. Loki simply nodded, picking up his newspaper, wanting this conversation to be over. “Since when? I’ve known him for well over seven years and I’ve never seen him like this.”

“That’s because he always goes back to Asgard to procure a special remedy to tame it, but it seems his latest mission has thrown him off schedule and now he’s in agonizing pain.”

“Agonizing pain?”

“Yes, yes. The sexual frustration will just continue to build. He’ll become aggressive, unable to contain his strength, and who knows what else,” Loki turned the page of the large stack of paper occupying his attention.

“And neither of you thought to let me know this very important piece of information?” anger evident in your voice. Of course you were upset. The love of your life was in pain and instead of coming to you about it, he hid himself away. ‘But doesn’t that say more about me than him?’ you thought to yourself.

“Sister, that is a conversation for you and my brother. Now shoo, I’m trying to read,” he waved his hand dismissing you.

You practically sprinted to your and your husband’s shared room and began knocking on his door. “Thor, love, can I come in?” you waited a few moments and didn’t hear a sound.

Turning the knob, you entered the room. Everything was the same aside from the disheveled bed and pile of clothes on the floor. You heard the shower running and went to knock, but stopped right as your knuckles were about to begin rapping.

Frustrated groans could be heard behind the wooden obstruction. ‘…now he’s in agonizing pain,’ Loki’s words rang through your head. Barging into the spacious bathroom, you’re met with quite the sight.

Through the glass shower you could see one of Thor's large hands cupping his balls, gently massaging, as the other stroked the length of his cock. Although the steam from the hot water had fogged up the glass, you could see some semblance of his red, engorged tip. His face was flushed, beads of sweat and water rolling down his body; the veins in his arms protruding more than usual as he desperately tried to get himself off. Another frustrated groan left the god right before the thunder outside roared so loud it reverberated through the entire building.

Looking up, Thor met your wide eyes and lax jaw. He zeroed in on your lovely frame, sweeping over your body from your ankles all the way back to your eyes.

The last week had been hell. The constant erections, cold sweats, night terrors, and a plethora of other symptoms as a result of his demigod heat. Thor threw the glass door open, hitting the surface behind it making you cringe thinking it was going to shatter from the force.

The blonde stalked toward you like a wolf to a lamb, taking slow and calculated steps; stark naked as the day he was born. He came to a full stop right in front of you, his substantial frame glistening under the artificial lighting. Water dripped off of his body, pooling at his feet. His strong hand reached out and wrapped around your throat; not to hurt you but to establish his dominance. He forced you to look at him. The blue eyes you fell irrevocably in love with all those years ago were nowhere in sight. They were now an icy blue that engulfed the expanse of both his eyes emitting small strikes of lightning around the outer corners.

“I told you to leave me be,” he growled, teeth clenched. The hand around your throat trembled.

“I know,” you swallowed, “Loki’s back and he told me what’s going on with you. You’re hurting— why didn’t you come to me?”

The sound of your trembling voice softened Thor’s rigid exterior a bit. His hand moved to cup the side of your neck, thumb tracing your jaw. “My love, I have never calmed this storm with a human lover before. I don’t know what I would do if I hurt you in my pursuit of peace,” he confessed sincerely.

“I made a promise to you the day we got married and I fully intend on fulfilling that promise every day,” your hands cupped the sides of his face. Staring into his eyes, the piercing blue-gray gaze that enchanted you came back into view, kindling that beautiful smile he loved so much. Thor bent down and touched his sweaty forehead to yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath.

His hand moved to the back of your neck, bringing you into a searing kiss. The pent up aggression and sexual tension he’d been struggling to contain finally finding it’s subject. The kiss was sloppy; teeth clashing and his tongue licking every inch of your mouth. He pet your ass, a nonverbal cue to hop up. Your ankles crossed at his lower back, hands pulling him impossibly closer by the back of his head. His hands kneaded the flesh of your ass as he carried you to the bed.

He laid back, pulling you on top of him. Breathy groans left his lips as you ground your clothed cunt over his length. The stiff member prodded against your clit drawing out desperate whimpers from your lips.

You pulled up and away from Thor and he scoffed. “Problem?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he tried to pull your shirt up but you got off him completely. He sat up leaning back on his elbows. You pulled your shirt over your head, then removed your sweatpants. You took your time removing your bra, breasts freed and nipples pebbling from the cool air.

You leaned forward and rested your hands on his thighs, coming face to face with the sexually frustrated god. “How do you want me?” your breath fanned over his lips.

The blonde reached back for a pillow and pushed it toward you, “on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground, kneeling on the pillow. Thor sat above you, legs spread and chest heaving. He took a moment to hold your chin and look into your eyes, “what’s your word?”

“Clover.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. His thumb swiped at your bottom lip. You wrapped your lips around the digit, licking at the calloused pad. Releasing it, you lower you head and take his tip into your mouth.

A blissful groan from your husband resonates throughout the room as you take in more of him. One of his hands finds it’s way to your hair, tugging at the curled and coiled roots. After a week of never ending misery, Thor finally began to feel some semblance of relief. But it wasn’t enough— he needed more.

Using the hand in your hair, he manhandled you from your knees and onto the bed. Your back was pressed into the mattress and your lips were attacked with heated kisses. You took his heavy cock in your hand and ran it up and down your slick slit. Lining him up with your entrance, he pushed into you.

A tingle at the base of his spine traveled up to the base of his neck when he bottomed out. The sound of your choked out moans sent him into a sort of trance.

He pulled out leaving just his fat tip in before he began to pound into you mercilessly. Every thrust choked you up, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. The knot in your belly began to wind up, tightening every time he kissed your cervix.

The erotic sounds of your sweet moans, the clap of his balls against your ass— did nothing but push him further and further toward his release. You clenched around him, as he dragged his cock along your velvety walls. Thor tucked his face into the crook of your neck as his orgasm hit him full force. He stilled above you as rope after rope of his cum spilled into you, filling you to the brim.

Warmth spread throughout your midsection as you both caught your breath. Thor’s lips met your forehead. “How do you feel?” you asked, cradling his face in your hand. You can already feel his body temperature falling back to normal and his eyes are softer.

“Better, love. Much better,” he kissed you once more. He eased out of your sensitive hole, his spend dribbling onto the sheets beneath you. Thor laid in between your legs. His lips leaving butterfly kisses on your inner thighs. His thumb found your clit as he gently circled your clit with the calloused pad. If it weren’t for his broad shoulders, your legs would’ve slammed shut. “You know I’d never leave you unsatisfied, don’t you?” he said right before pressing a lingering kiss to your puffy clit.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, writhing at the sensation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, gathering your mixed cum and dragging it through your slick petals. One of your hands found the back of his head while the other clawed at the pillow your head rested on. The demigod wound his muscular arms around your thighs bringing your cunt impossibly closer to him mouth. The satisfied grunts and groans coming from your husband reverberated through your core. That paired with the movement of his tongue, and the burn of his facial hair wound the knot in your belly tighter and tighter. Your walls clenched around his tongue and he knew you were close. Her took your swollen bud in between his teeth and tugged gently. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent you over the edge and into the depths of ecstasy.

Your thighs squeezed around his head and your fingers tightened at the roots of his hair as he licked you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were near tears and pushing him away. With a final kiss to your overstimulated bud, he began littering kisses on your inner thighs, your hips, up your abdomen, along your jaw, and finally pressed a languid kiss to your plush lips. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. You brought a hand to his face and gripped his jaw.

“If you ever keep something like that from me again, I’ll kick your ass back to Asgard? Got it?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

The god smirked at you, leaning in to steal another kiss. “You have my word.”

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seshatsdomain · 2 years

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Praise The Body

Pairing: Pagan Fertility God Thor x Black Fem Reader

Wordcount: 1,644

Warnings: SOFTDARK!THOR. DUBCON. Sexual Manipulation. Pagan God Thor. Mentions of Pregnancy. Mentions of Fertility and Infertility. Mentions of Marital Abuse. Smut. 18+.

A/N: This is my first foray into writing darker themes, so be easy with me. I wrote this for @syntheticavenger’s writers camp. @syntheticavenger was incredible and helped me work out the kinks of the fic. She was also just so nice and supportive. I’m so grateful that I was able to work with her, and if you aren’t following her yet, go and give her a follow!

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She should have listened when the old woman told her not to marry Arne; maybe then she would have been happy.

The stories told by the old folk — the ones with hands too gnarled to weave, who sat upon chairs and watched the world through filmy eyes — are ignored by most. Their wise warnings went unheeded. She crawled back to the old woman on her knees. She had held the woman's crooked fingers in her own callused hands and begged for advice. She hadn’t listened once, she would not make that mistake again.

The old woman had urged her to go to the temple. To make her offerings regularly, to pray earnestly, and when the time was right to find her rest among the gods.

“A night spent in the presence of the divine will bless you ten times over.”

She looked up at the elder from her place on the floor. She was grateful to have a plan, some action to take, even as outlandish as it seemed.

“How will I know when the time is right?” She questioned.

The crone cackled, the noise loud within the small house.

“You’ll know.” The old woman patted her hand. “You’ll know.”

Her sandaled feet slipped in the mud as she ran. She landed hard on her knee, pain radiating from the spot. Her arms quivered as her hands sank into the soft earth. The wind howled as it shook the trees that towered over her. Rain drenched her face, a single drop falling from the tip of her nose as she brought her head to the sky.

Her destination was not far. She could see the stone spires of the temple, Looming shadowy in the distance. It beckoned to her, and she knew she must answer. Her feet found purchase in the wet dirt, driving her body upright. The steps she took were wobbly — unsure— but she kept a steady pace. The trees rustled around her. She could see the temple now, the warm yellow glow of the interior candles. A lighthouse even in the cold dark of the forest.

Come. It seemed to whisper to her. Come home.

Her sandals slapped wetly on the stone stairs, She winced as pain sliced up her back. The familiar chamber of the temple eased her bruised feelings. Her cloak, heavy with rainwater, landed on the floor with a splat. Her skin prickled as the cool night air brushed her bare shoulders. She limped forward, her box of offerings clutched in her palms. The giant throne sat before her, the large statue there always lording over the room. She knelt at the feet of the altar, esoteric mumblings falling from her lips. The box was placed in between the colossal feet of the figure.

“Accept my offering, O’ God of thunder. May my devotion honor you ‘thus.”

She repeated her prayers twice more. It wasn’t necessary, but she continued. For she did not want to leave the temple. Leave this God’s presence. It may have been silly — the others in the village certainly thought it was — but the temple, this temple, was more of a home to her than her house with Arne had ever been. Which was yet another thing for Arne to quarrel with her about. She had always been diligent with her worship of all the Gods. She dutifully gave her offerings to each of them. But Thor? The powerful and benevolent God of Thunder held a special place in her heart.

She paused as her eyes fell upon her strewn cloak. Her limbs were unwilling to move, her feet frozen upon the cold ground.

Do not leave us. The temple whispered. Stay here. Stay home.

The croaking voice of the old woman came to her then. The advice that the elder had given her.

A lightness flooded her veins as she made her decision. She fell asleep with joy singing in her heart, even as her clothes grew damp from the cloak she laid upon.

She dreamed of him. Stone turned into golden flesh. Blonde hair artfully tousled on his shoulders. It brushed her thigh as he moved between her spread thighs. She jumped as he lapped at her center. His deep chuckle reverberated through her flesh. She wiggled her hips towards him, wanting more, craving more. She only ever felt like this in her dreams, her mind creating the kind of pleasure her husband could only wish to give her. Maybe it was wrong to dream of a God this way, she would never speak of it to anyone. But in her dreams? She let herself go.

“Yes! There!”

He mouthed at her clit before sucking it between two full lips. Thick fingers prodded at her entrance; he slipped two in and thrust. She cried out as he scissored them within her, not giving her time to adjust. The feeling built in her, a tingling at her lower back that moved upwards. Just when she was on the precipice, right on the edge, his lips detached from her heated flesh with a wet smack.

“Wake, sweet girl.”

No. She didn’t want to wake. She wanted to reach completion, she wanted to stay here with the beautiful god between her legs. She didn’t want to wake in a broken bed with Arne-

“Wake.”

Her eyes fluttered open, the gauzy dream fading around her.

The early morning light streamed into the temple, bathing the room in softness.

“There you are, sweet girl.”

Her head snapped up. There kneeling between her spread thighs, was Thor, God of Thunder.

She scrambled back, her elbows hitting hard stone, her back scraping against the ground.

He grabbed for her. Two huge palms locked around her thighs. The fingers of his right hand left streaks of wetness on her skin as he pulled her back toward him.

“What’s this?”

He moved his hand between her legs once more. Spreading her folds before gently petting her clit.

“Come now, sweet girl, you can’t be afraid. Have you not been praying to me for months?”

Her back arched as his gentle petting became insistent. He circled her clit, and the feeling made her breath catch. He stared at her with vibrant blue eyes that cataloged her every expression.

“I’ve heard them. Accepted every offering you gave me. And now-“

Heat surged through her body as she came. Her center clenched around empty air. His eyes snapped down to observe it.

“- Now your faithfulness shall be rewarded.”

He sat back on his heels, spreading his legs slightly. She gasped as she caught sight of it. His cock was larger than any she’d ever seen. It jutted towards his muscled stomach, bobbing as he circled it with his hand. The tip was red and angry, dripping with pre-cum.

He leaned forward, notching the head just inside her entrance. She took in a sharp breath.

Power rolled off him as he looked at her.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I-“ the words lodged in her throat.

“Tell me that you’ll bear my seed.”

Time seemed to suspend itself as their eyes locked. Brown meeting blue.

“I want it.” She whispered

Then he thrust into her. He gave no time for her walls to stretch and accommodate him. He hammered into her. The sounds of their skin slapping together filled the quiet temple.

Her legs rested on the outside of his. Thor spreads his knees, widening her legs in turn.

His massive hands encircle her entire waist, his grip firm as he moves her into him again and again.

Her high-pitched moans joined the chorus of their slapping skin. Her own hands reached up to play with her thick nipples. Thor groaned at the sight.

He angled himself, and suddenly he was hitting something within her that made her see stars.

“Thor!” She cried. “My lord, please!”

He hushed her, his tongue darting out to lick at his pink lips.

“I know, sweet girl. I know.” He thrust into her harder, and she thought she would shatter.

He placed his hand back on her clit, rubbing in small circles before he sent a zap of blue lightning into her. She jolted, her entire body tightening.

“Come for me.”

It felt as if her soul had left her body. Like she had ascended to the heavens and would never come down. Thor was still thrusting into her, rhythmless now as he chased his own completion. The Earth shook when he came, his roar echoing off the stone walls of the temple. With his head thrown back, he shot rope after rope of his seed into her. His chest heaved as his hips began to move again.

“No more.” She pushed lightly at his arm. Her body twitched with overstimulation.

He smiled indulgently at her even as his hips continued to move.

Thor caught her shaking legs as he finally moved away from her center. Little jolts of electricity tailed after each brush of his hands on her skin. He stroked at her legs, coaxing them closed. She flinched as his hands moved to rest her legs over his bare lap. Her body elevated, just enough to lift her hips.

“You should know, sweet one,” his deep voice rumbled as he settled her against his side. “That it was not you. It was never you.”

“What-“ her mind was slow to work, “what’s not me?”

Thor pushed his nose into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, and she could feel his cock stirring at her hip.

“You are quite fertile, I can smell it on you.”

She gasped.

“Then, Arne-“

“Do not speak of him.” His voice went dark. Blue streaks of lightning lit the early morning sky as he tipped her face towards him.

“You shall come again tonight. Yes? We must make sure it takes.”

Her eyes widened as his lips descended on hers.

#thor x reader #soft dark thor x reader #thor x black!reader #thor x black reader #pagan god au

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pastelbarbie1 · 1 year

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Can someone please tell me the name of the thor bwwm book on wattpad, where odin banishes the daughters of Gaia to earth and thor needs help from one of the daughter's because he set free a demon that's going to end the world.

I probably didn't explain this well but for the life of me I can't figure out what the name is.

Someone please help me 😫🙏🏾

@paisholotus help me out boo

#black reader #self post #black tumblr #black writer #wattpad #thor #thor x black!reader #thor x black reader #marvel #marvel x black!reader #marvel x black reader #some one help me please

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lokisbirdofhermes · 2 years

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In which you, a down on her luck pick-pocket, accidentally pick the worst mark of all time: Thor, God of Thunder, King of Asgard. Thor/Black Female Reader. Post Ragnarok.

For abr0925 via commission.

If you would like to commission a fic from BirdOfHermes, please send me an Ask.

#BirdofHermes #fanfiction #fanfic #thor #thor x reader #thor/reader #thor x black reader #thor x black female reader #AO3 #archive of our own #smut #fluff #OC #first pov #eventual smut

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midastouch013 · 1 month

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Thor: I have a new game for thy mortals.. it's called "Lift Mjolnir"

Natasha: Because nothing builds teamwork like a bunch of males with fragile egos trying to lift an enchanted thing.

Y/N: I'm, in but can we make it a thumb war instead?

Natasha: smacks head And then there's her

#avengers #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #thor #thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader

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incorrectquotesmcu · 3 months

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Natasha: What are you doing?

Y/N: I'm leaving! You don't want me here, I'll just make it easier for you!

Steve: No, we want you here, we just want you to play by the rules.

Y/N: I'll pack my bags and go home right now! Would that make you guys all really happy?!

Thor: No, that would not make us happy!

Y/N: I'm sick of this shit! I'm done! I'm done!

Tony, narrating: Y/N is throwing shoes and they're cursing and all I'm thinking is "you are so hard to take seriously wearing those sunglasses!"

#source: dance moms #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #black widow #steve rogers #steve rogers incorrect quotes #captain america #thor #thor odinson #thor incorrect quotes #tony stark #tony stark incorrect quotes #iron man #avengers x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

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th3-c0rps3-r0gu3 · 8 months

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Natasha: if you could be any animal what would it be?

Wanda: ooh a cat!

Tony: fox.

Steve: eagle

Thor: bear!

Y/n: butterfly.

Natasha: a butterfly? Y'know they only live for like a week.

Y/n: hence why I wanna be one.

Natasha: dekta no.

#natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #wanda maximoff #tony stark #thor odinson #steve rogers

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sycamorelibrary754 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas

Summary: It’s the most wonderful time of the year. You and Natasha are off to the annual Stark Christmas Party. Little does the team know that a special surprise awaits them.

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is part 2 to Happy Thanksgiving! I recommend reading it first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. I hope you enjoy!

“Be down in a minute, malyshka!” Natasha called from your bedroom.

You were standing in the kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar topped with chocolate sauce. A “homemade Reese’s” you dubbed it. Your first pregnancy craving that had Nat popping down to the corner grocery store at 2 am for the dynamic duo of ingredients.

“No worries, love!” Already dressed for Tony’s annual Christmas party at the compound. Clad in a green Sequin-Lace Halter Twist-Neck Jumpsuit, your baby bump beginning to show.

The click of Natasha’s high heels signaled her arrival a few moments later in a sleek long-sleeved red scoop-back midi dress that hugged her in all the right places.

“Wow, Nat. You look beautiful. Red is most definitely your color.”

“So you prefer it over the black,” she smirked as she put on her earrings.

“I didn’t say that now, did I,” with a wink.

“The baby enjoying its homemade Reese’s?” grabbing her clutch.

“Very much! I was thinking,” Putting away the chocolate and peanut butter. “Tomorrow we could make fudge!”

“Ah, because the baby has such a sweet tooth?”

“Yes,” you giggled.

“Well, whatever the baby wants, I suppose,” wrapping her arms around you in a loving embrace before leaning down and kissing your stomach.

“You ready to drop the baby bombshell tonight?” Patting the top of Nat’s head.

“Yes, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous,” sighing as she stood up. These are the same people who freaked out when they found out Clint had a family. How are they going to handle this?”

“Like the amazing aunts and uncles they were meant to be,” grabbing Natasha’s hand. “Plus, I think announcing it with the Christmas crackers is a cute idea.”

“I hope so,” placing a soft kiss against your lips.

“Frankly, I’m more surprised Yelena hasn’t blabbed yet.”

“Oh, that’s because I warned her if she told anyone I would make her run with me every morning at 5 am until the baby is born.”

“Well played,” high-fiving your wife.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Now come on, let’s go get our holiday cheer on.”

*^~^*

The drive to the compound was even more beautiful during the holidays. A light snow fell as you passed house after house dressed in beautiful Christmas lights. Natasha placed her right hand on the center console. You softly intertwined your fingers with hers and placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

You are greeted by a rush of warm air upon entering the compound lobby. Natasha shook the delicate snowflakes out of your hair and off your coat. You both step onto the elevator and are welcomed by the soothing voice of FRIDAY.

“Merry Christmas, ladies. Welcome to the annual Stark Christmas party.”

“Merry Christmas, FRIDAY. How’s the party so far?” You asked as the hum the elevator carried you up to living quarters.

“The party is in full swing. Mr. Stark is currently treating guests to a medley of Christmas carols.

“Of course he is,” you giggled.

“You know, he only plays that baby grand piano when he gets a bit tipsy,” Nat said. “When we got home from our month-long undercover mission in Romania, he celebrated on the jet and then made us all listen to his rendition of Dancing Queen.”

“Aww, and I missed it!” Feigning disappointment.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to joyous noise and laughter. An abundance of greens, reds, gold, and silver flashing here and there, adding opulence and brightness. Classic poinsettias tied in tradition, and shiny bows and foiled paper glistened under the 12-foot tall Noble Fir Christmas tree, inviting their recipients to sneak one open before the actual day.

“Hey, the Romanoff’s are finally here!” Clint exclaimed as his kids rushed over to both of you.

Nate jumped into your wife’s arms as you hugged Lila and Cooper. It seemed like every time you saw the Barton kids they had grown a bit more. It was thanks to Banner and Cho that you were carrying a child that would be half yours and half Natasha’s. Looking at Clint and Laura’s kids and how they resembled their parents, you couldn’t wait to see what features your little plum would inherit from each of you.

“How’s my little namesake?” Kissing Nathaniel’s cheek. Have you been practicing the punch and kick combinations I taught you?”

“Practicing the what?” Laura asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing,” Natasha smirked as Nate giggled.

“You two look great, I love the green and red thing you’ve got going on,” Clint said.

“Thank you. Lovely Christmas sweater by the way. I especially love Rudolph’s glowing nose.” you pointed.

“Hey, the Barton’s are the cream of the crop when it comes to ugly Christmas sweaters.”

“Clearly,” Nat teased.

“I’ll take your coats,” Cooper offered.

“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” you winked at Laura as you handed him yours and Natasha’s pea coats.

You scanned the room and noticed Wanda putting the finishing touches on trays of Christmas cookies. You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder and motioned toward the kitchen. She gave you a quick nod as you meandered over to the counter.

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda… what do we have here?”

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” wrapping you in one of her signature hugs that you loved so much. “This is my parents’ Christmas cookie recipe,” she proudly declared. “I convinced Tony and Pepper to let me handle the desserts this year. So, we’ve got cookies, the Viennese torte is in the fridge and the pumpkin pie is cooling.”

“Wow, you have been busy,” you smiled. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Yes, you can take a cookie and go mingle. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” handing you a charming little cookie decorated like Santa. You took a bite and couldn’t believe it. It was the best cookie you had ever tasted.

“Mhmm, Wanda! This is amazing.”

“That is why I will always vouch for homemade over store bought goodies. Now seriously, go mingle,” shooing you away.

You turned back around to see your wife sitting by the fireplace talking to Steve, champagne in hand. As you started to across the room you were intercepted by a festively-dressed Kate and Lucky.

“Y/N! Hey, oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?”

“I’m good! I see you and Lucky are enjoying the party,” petting the Golden Retriever.

“Absolutely, say hello to Santa Paws and Mrs. Claus!” Kate exclaimed. Unfortunately, we’ve lost Yelena. She’s our elf,” glancing around the room.

“Wait, Yelena’s dressed as an elf?” Eyes wide. “Oh, that’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, if you see her will you send her our way? We’re supposed to be taking the photo for our holiday card tonight.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” you smirked with a hand on Kate’s shoulder.

You bid the young archer and pooch farewell and rejoined your wife.

“Hey, deka,” Wrapping her arm around your waste.

“Y/N, I was just telling your wife that she needs to find her holiday spirit and come Christmas caroling with us next week,” Steve said.

“Natasha singing? I’m not sure that would be good for community morale,” you joked

“Says the woman who performs one woman tributes to Harry Styles in the shower?” Nat giggled.

“Hey, my rendition of Sign of the Times is highly praised, I’ll have you know.”

Tony and Pepper join your little huddle with Morgan in tow.

“Romanoffs! You have to try this Hot Buttered Rum,” Tony remarked.

“Oh, I love Hot Buttered Rum, but I think I’ll stick with sparkling cider tonight,” you said “Nat would probably love some though, right, love?”

“Sure,” grabbing the glass from Tony’s hand as Steve looked back at you curiously.

You peered down at Morgan who was sitting on the ottoman next to the fireplace. Ever since you found out you were pregnant you were drawn to children like never before.

“Hi, sweetheart! You look so pretty tonight,” kneeling down to the little girl’s level.

“Thank you, Aunt Y/N,” she grinned.

“Are you excited for Christmas? You are clearly at the top of Santa’s nice list this year.”

“Really?!” Morgan squealed.

“Oh, absolutely, I have a feeling the man in red is going to be very good to you this year,” you winked.

“Did you hear that Daddy? Aunt Y/N said that I’m on the top of the nice list!”

“I sure did, squirt. I didn’t realize Aunt Y/N was so tight with St. Nick,” eyeing you coyly.

“Oh yeah, we’re on a first name basis. I’m surprised you’re not?” Smirking at the billionaire. You loved Tony like a brother, but you enjoyed giving him crap.

“Trust me, Mrs. Romanoff, I’m much closer to Santa than you are.”

“Really, do you have a direct line to the North Pole?”

“Are you having milk and cookies flown in from Holland? Because you know those are his favorite,” raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ooookay, that’s enough,” your wife placing hands on your shoulders from behind. “You both know Santa. You both have giant egos. Merry Christmas,” Nat mocked. Come on Tony, let’s go grab some hors d'oeuvrs for our better halves. I’ll be right back, detka,” leading the billionaire toward the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but admire Natasha as she walked away. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at you with all the love in the world. You just about melted right there in front of the fireplace. Snapping out of your love daze, you noticed Pepper grinning at you.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I just can’t help but notice how glowing you look tonight,” as Morgan pulled her away towards Clint’s kids and Steve strolled away to join Bucky in conversation with Rhodes.

“Pssst… Pssst!”

You turned around just as a styrofoam snowball was about to hit you in face. You caught it in one swift motion.

“Nice catch,” a Russian voice said.

“Yelena, where are you?” Glancing around not seeing your sister-in-law.

“Over here,” poking her head out from the behind the seven-foot snowman next to the pool table.

“Oh, now don’t you look adorable as an elf,” you giggled.

“If you weren’t pregnant with my niece or nephew you would be hanging upside down from the rafters right now.”

“You know Kate and Lucky are looking for you, right?”

“Why do you think I’m hiding behind the giant snowman? Kate Bishop forced me to dress in this saccharin American Christmas costume and now she wants photographic evidence of it.”

“Because she loves you, silly,” your arms crossed over your chest.

“Detka, it’s time for dinner. Let’s go—“Natasha stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her sister. “Oh my God,” she burst into laughter.

“Tred carefully, sestra,” Yelena threatened.

“No, I love it. I think this qualifies as new mission suit attire,” poking the bell dangling from her elf hat. “Maybe you can get Stark to upgrade this outfit with Widow Bites.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Yelena sneered.

“Come on you adorable elf, it’s time for dinner,” placing an arm around your best friend’s shoulder.

*^~^*

You took your seat next to your wife at the Astoria Grand Giovani dining table. Natasha quietly squeezed your hand. You looked over with a shy smile and a festive blush on your cheeks.

Pepper stood up from her seat next to Tony at the head of the table. “Before we enjoy this lovely holiday feast, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how grateful we are that you’re all here,” grasping Tony’s hand. “Everyone in this room knows how precious life is and we don’t take a moment of it for granted. We love you and Merry Christmas.”

“Here, here!” Thor declared a couple seats down from you as glasses clinked around the table.

A traditional Christmas dinner soon filled your plate. Roasted turkey with all the trimmings. Home baked bread, mashed potatoes and garden veggies gently roasted, drizzled in balsamic vinegar. The group drank, were merry, and told the most terrible of jokes.

Pregnancy mood swings were becoming commonplace and as the dinner wore on, you suddenly found yourself overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of your extended family enjoying the holiday season together.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Carol looked at you with concern in her eyes from across the table.

“Oh, yeah” dabbing at the corner of your eyes with your napkin. “I’m fine.”

“The holidays always make her a bit emotional,” Natasha offered laying her head comfortingly on your shoulder.

After dinner you helped Wanda serve the desserts. The Christmas cookies took their place in the center of the table, flanked by the Viennese torte and the pumpkin pie. Coffee and dessert wine circulated around the table.

The group of full bellies and ever so slightly sleepy eyes then made their way to the living room to relax. Christmas music softly enveloped the room as the kids were discussing what they hoped Santa was going to bring them this year.

“Okay, Kate Bishop. Let’s get this picture over with. I want to put on my pajamas,” Yelena announced as she stood from the sofa.

“Yay!! Okay, don’t move. Lucky! Here boy,” calling the dog who promptly romped over. “Vision, can you take the picture?”

“Of course Ms. Bishop.” Taking the Canon EOS R-50 from the archer.

“It is customary to say cheese before a picture, but since it is Christmas time perhaps you should say mistletoe?”

“Just take the picture,” Yelena deadpanned

“Mistletoe!” Kate yelled.

“We’re going to get one of these cards right?” Looking at your wife.

“I had Kate put us down for two,” she smirked.

*^~^*

As night fell, you rested your weary head on Nat’s lap as she ran her fingers through your hair.

Natasha looked at her watch. “You ready to drop the baby bomb?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll get the Christmas crackers,” rising from the sofa.

“Umm, everyone. Y/N and I have a special gift for you all,” your wife announced nervously as you passed out the gold and silver novelties to the team.

“Christmas crackers? I have to be honest, I was hoping for something a bit more extravagant… Oww!” Tony whined, as Pepper pinching him on the arm.

You smiled with nervous anticipation as you reached for Natasha. The snap of the festive crackers echoed across the room. Clint was the first to reach inside and remove the tiny gift. A small round ceramic white ornament tied to a red ribbon appeared in his hand. Lila, Cooper, and Nate huddled around their dad to get a glimpse as Clint read the inscription.

“Uncle Clint?” Looking up at Natasha in shock.

“No way!” Sam shouted.

Wanda, Carol, and Kate all screamed at the sight of their own ornaments. Their names adorned with the title of Aunt.

“This is joyous news!” Thor crowed.

Pepper got up immediately and embraced you in a warm hug as Laura did the same with Natasha.

“How far along are you?” Wanda asked.

“Almost three months,” Yelena cut in.

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Kate shouted; slapping her girlfriend on the arm.

“Because I want to sleep in!”

“I’m so happy for you, Nat,” Steve kissing her on the cheek.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you with a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You ready to be Uncle Bucky?” Your eyes meeting his gaze.

“Oh God,” his face like a deer in the headlights.

“You’ll be great, Buck,” you giggled.

Bruce and Helen embraced Natasha in a tandem hug.

“I’m so relieved everyone knows,” Helen said turning to you. “Now we can openly discuss your pregnancy. Have you been continuing with your prenatal vitamins?”

And remember, you have an appointment on Friday,” Bruce interjected.

“Yes and yes,” you said as Natasha placed a soft kiss to your cheek and then another to your belly.

Tony walked up to you with that signature smirk on his face. You mentally prepared yourself for a signature Stark one-liner or some stupid joke. Instead, he took you by surprise when he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Congratulations, Romanoff. Looks like you do know Santa best.”

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