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mexico

summary || you cant get enough of your best friends family, especially his father.

pairings || bestfriends!dad!andy x f!reader

warnings || corruption kink, 18+ minors dni, loss of virginity, age gap (reader is 20, andy is in his 40s), cheating, unprotected sex, sucking on fingers, spanking, mentions of food, slight masochism, oral (f), andy has a big cock, reader doesn’t think it’ll fit, dub-con-ish. andy cums inside reader.

note || my first post!! my requests are open if you want to pop one in! <3

wc || 2.9k

you should’ve been creeped out by the lingering stares at the barbecue, but for some reason it made you feel proud. proud of the outfit choice for a start.

the sundress showed your figure perfectly, falling over your upper thighs. the colour made your eyes pop beautifully.

the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you made you blush and feel powerful. but the only eyes you cared about were your best friends father. it was disgusting and you knew it.

his eyes connected with your body the second you walked in with his son, jacob. he licked his lips and ignored his nagging wife. he couldn’t get you out of his head.

you couldn’t either, you had a crush on him since the first time jacob took you back to his house in your first year for spring break. he called you ‘honey’, sending a shiver down your spine.

you were currently placing some sausages on your place, not forgetting some chicken skewers. you sat next to jacob and andy, andy poured you a cup of sprite.

the way his hand gripped the large bottle made you squeeze your thighs together. “thank you, mr. barber.” you smiled up at him with your doll eyes. andy bit his lip and sat down.

“honey, we’ve been through this, it’s andy.” he spoke, wiping his thighs. you blushed and nodded. you bit into the sausage, trying to keep up with the conversation jacob was spewing.

andy watched your lip wrap around the sausage as you took a bite, he felt his cock stir in his pants. you hummed and nodded. “i just really don’t think it should’ve ended like that!”

jacob was ranting about his show ending, you didn’t even catch the name. all you could think about was andy’s arm wrapped tightly around your jaw, or maybe his fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“y/n? did you hear me?” andy’s voice rang. you snapped out of the disgusting thought and looked up at him. “we’re going to mexico again, at the end of summer, we’d love for you to join us.” he pressed the beer bottle against his lips.

you melted in every sense of the word. “i’d have to ask my mum but i’m completely down.” you nodded as you scratched your neck. andy nodded and smiled at you. “perfect, i’ll call your mom.” laurie said.

you watched as laurie left, looking back at andy. “jake, how about you go help your mom with the rest of the food.” andy nodded. jacob groaned and got up, walking inside to find his mother. “i can go help—“ you started.

it would be a lie to say you weren’t nervous around andy. “no, no i want to get to know you.” andy took your arm, keeping you down. his rubbed his thumb on your hand before pulled it away. you wanted to moan at the affect he had over you.

“what do you want to know si- andy?” you tried, hoping to get the reply you wanted. andy shrugged and leaned back against the chair. “let’s just say, the ins and outs.” he replied with a smirk.

you looked at him confused, hoping he didn’t mean what you meant for the sake of everyone around you. “you know what i mean, honey.” he licked his lips. you bit your lip and looked around at any lingering eyes.

you noticed laurie and jacob seemed to be pretty caught up in the kitchen. “i wanna feel you, honey, know how you taste.” he teased. you thought you could squirt right then and there.

he lifted his hand and tucked a stand of your hair behind your ear. you took his hand and bit your lip. he lifted two fingers, which you didn’t hesitate to put in your mouth.

andy thought he could cum in his pants at the sight of you taking his fingers. “you’re so good, aren’t you? takin’ my fingers like a good little girl.” he whispered, pulling his fingers away when he saw laurie move towards the door.

he stuck them in his finger and moaned. you felt yourself dripping down onto the chair. “dad stop licking your fingers.” jacob scoffed, sitting down next to you.

“sorry, i got some ketchup on them.” he smirked, wiping them off on his jeans. you bit your lip as you watched him closely. “i need to go to the bathroom.” you said quickly, getting up and rushing inside.

you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to clean yourself up at least. you walked into the bathroom and pulled down your panties. they were drenched. you blushed, embarrassed even though no one was around.

you were wrong, andy knocked on the door with a sly smirk. you panicked and threw the panties in the bin, opening the door with a smile. “jus’ checking on you, everything good?” he asked.

you nodded and bit your lip. “need help, finding the wipes?” he whispered, walking in and closing the door. you nodded and leaned against the counter. andy put his hands on your waist and smirked at you.

“you want this?” he asked, making sure you were completely on board. you nodded and put your hands on the sides of his neck, letting him kiss you roughly.

you moaned at his roughness, his hands travelling your body and landing on your ass, gripping it and slapping it. “been thinkin’ of this tight ass since i met you.” he mumbled against your lips.

the growl andy left in your mouth sent shocks to your naked core. andy pulled away and put his forehead against yours. he looked so beautiful with his lips swollen and breathe gone.

he looked down into the almost empty bin. he chuckled and bent down, lifting up your panties. “i didn’t know what else to do with them.” you confessed in a whisper.

andy licked his lips and stuck them in his pocket. “your mom said you can come to mexico with us, make sure to pack more of those sundresses, hm?” he kissed your cheek before walking away.

that’s exactly what you did. you brought jacob shopping and bought weeks worth of sundresses and sexy lingerie, telling jacob you wanted to finally get laid on the trip.

you were on the flight to mexico, sat between jacob and andy once again. andy was quiet until laurie fell asleep, then he was whispering dirty thoughts into your ear, telling you how much he would’ve loved to take you right there.

the hotel was beautiful, you all had your own separate rooms, there was a kitchen, it was practically an apartment. you picked your room and put your clothes away.

“hey, just wanted to come check on you.” andy walked in, sitting on the bed. you turned around and smiled at him. you walked to the door and locked it. you walked over to him and smirked.

andy opened his arms for you. you sat on his lap and wrapped around his neck. “missed you.” he whispered, kissing you softly. you giggled into the kiss and pulled away.

andy gripped your ass and smiled up at you. “you’re so beautiful.” he mumbled, admiring each of your features. you blushed and shook your head. “thank you, andy.” you said as you played with his hair.

“laurie and jacob are having a mother son day tomorrow, leaving at seven, won’t be back till really late.” andy smirked. you wiggled your eyebrows and giggled.

andy slapped your ass and took you off his lap. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” he mumbled, kissing your cheek. you wanted to throw him onto the bed and take him there.

he unlocked the door and walked out, taking too long so you took the time to shamelessly stare at his ass. what you would do for that man to be on top of you was borderline criminal.

the day passed quickly, you were grateful for you mother agreeing to allow you onto this trip, it was truly the greatest thing ever. andy’s eyes continued to linger on you.

the next morning you woke up to laurie and jacob already gone. you walked out of your room, not even bothering to get ready. you wiped your eyes as you stood at the door frame.

andy was sat on the couch, reading one of his books. you yawned and walked to the kitchen. “we already had breakfast, i got you some bacon and toast, didn’t know what you liked.” andy spoke, eyes not even lifting from the book.

you smiled at him and grabbed the plate of food. you sat next to him and started to eat. andy put the book down and looked over at you. “are you going to brush your teeth?” he asked, crossing his arms.

you nodded and looked up at him. “honey, hurry up and eat, i’m bored.” he groaned, throwing his head back. you giggled at him and put the plate down. “let me get ready and i’ll be back.” you mumbled.

he nodded and let you walk away, slapping your ass in the process. you giggled and closer your bedroom door. you changed into a light blue sundress, brushing your hair and applied a small amount of makeup.

you walked out to him, blushing when his eyes widened at you. “fuck.” he mumbled as he stood up. andy walked up to you and put his hands on your waist. you looked up at him and put your hands on the sides of his neck.

“want me to go out for food? maybe do something cute?” andy asked, kissing your forehead. you nodded and sat down on the couch. “hurry up though, i’m bored.” you teased.

andy shook his head and chuckled at you before going out. you spent your time perfecting yourself, brushing your teeth every few minutes, brushing your hair every two minutes.

you placed yourself back on the couch and waited patiently for andy to come back. when he did, he placed boxes of food on the table.

you two ate and bonded with each other, you learned a lot about andy over dinner. you found out he got laurie pregnant in his first year of law school and they’ve been together ever since, he loved acdc and so much more.

“come here.” andy mumbled, pulling out onto his lap. you placed your hands on his shoulders and bit your lip. “don’t want to waste another second.” he looked into your eyes before kissing you softly.

you kissed him back and gripped his shirt. andy’s hands moved to your ass, gripping it tightly. you gasped, andy took advantage of the opportunity and slid his tongue into your mouth.

you moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. he pulled away and kissed your neck. “come on.” he mumbled, lifting you and bringing you into your room.

he sat down on your bed, throwing you over his lap and lifting up your dress. you looked up at him confused at what he’s doing. your questions were quickly answered when andy’s hand connected with your ass cheek roughly.

you yelped and snapped your head up. “that’s it.” andy smirked. you whined, which earned another smack against your ass. you cried out, biting your lip. andy smirked and slapped your ass again.

again, again, again, and again. your ass was red and throbbing, tears were falling down your cheeks like a river. “you look so fuckin’ good.” andy mumbled. he continued to spank you until your ass was bruised.

the stinging in your ass was intolerable. andy pulled you up and sat you on his lap. “andy, i gotta tell you something before we.. y’know.” you mumbled as you looked down.

andy hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your head up. “i’m a virgin.” you whispered, a blush running over your cheeks. andy smirked and nodded. “all i can say, honey, is that this is gonna hurt.” you can tell he was proud.

he moved you onto the bed, you hissed at your sore ass being thrown against the memory foam bed. andy spread your legs and pulled off your dress. he admired how you looked almost naked.

he pulled off his shirt and pants, before getting on his knees and pulled you to the bottom of the bed. he placed your legs on his shoulder and ripped off your panties. you gasped and looked down at him.

andy moaned at how wet you were. you were dripping onto the bed sheets. his middle finger connected with your wet folds, a quiet whimper erupted from your throat.

andy’s finger rubbed through your slit. he pulled his finger away and slid it into his mouth, moaning at your taste. “fuck, aren’t you sweet?” he joked as he connected his thumb with your clit.

you moaned and fell backwards, his tongue slid inside of you, moaning at the direct taste. “oh god.” you whispered, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your hands fisted the bedsheets as you arched your back. andy slowly slid his finger inside of you, thrusting it slowly. “fuck, fuck.” you whispered, tears brewing in your eyes.

andy tested you by trying to slide in another finger. “fuck! stop!” you cried out, jumping up and grabbing his arm. andy nodded and continued with the one finger. “m’ sorry pet.” he mumbled, kissing your tummy.

you nodded and sat back, enjoying the slow thrusts. after a while, andy tried again, this time it felt amazing, like pure bliss. “holy fuck.” you shook your head, tears streaming down your face.

the coldness of andy’s wedding ring hit against your wet hole, only adding more pleasure. the coldness of the rings made you want to stay in this moment forever.

a knot appeared in your stomach. it was slightly painful but the pleasure took over immediately and nearly knocked you out. the last thing you remember is shocks flying through your body.

“that’s it, honey.” andy smirked as he pulled his fingers out, slipping them into his mouth. he hovered over you and pulled your bra down. “i love these tits.” he mumbled, connecting his lip to your nipple.

you moaned and your hand went to his hair. andy smiled and pulled away, standing up fully. you took off your bra and threw it somewhere. andy rubbed your thighs before kissing you again.

he pulled away and then pulled down his underwear. he looked at you with a smirk as you eyed his cock. “jesus christ you’re huge, that’s not going to fit.” you shook your head.

andy shook his head with a smirk. “i’ll make it fuckin’ fit.” he spat, hovering over you and placing one of his hands on the side of your head. you whispered and looked down at him.

his hand wrapped around his cock and jerked himself off slowly. “i could just get off by your body.” he teased, sliding his tip over your clit. you whined and wiggled your hips.

“honey, don’t force this, it’ll just hurt more.” andy shook his head. you nodded and bit your lip, looking up at him. andy slid his tip inside of you, making you moan out.

andy smirked and bit his lip at the tightness. he slid himself in further, moaning into your ear. “oh god.” you cried out. the painful stretching hurt like hell, you hated it.

andy couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, your loud cries egging him on. “please! andy— stop!” you sobbed, tears everywhere. andy smirked and shook his head, thrusting at an animalistic pace.

“i fuckin’ need it, you fuckin’ need it, you’ll like it.” andy spat. andy pulled out and quickly replaced his cock with his two fingers, giving no time to adjust before hes mercilessly fucking your cunt.

you whined and groaned as he flipped you over, lifting up your ass and smacking your clit. you cried out, your cries being silenced by andy shoving your head into the bed.

andy held your hips before slamming back into you, earning a loud scream. “that’s it, jus’ like that.” andy groaned as he started to thrust inside of you. soon, the insufferable pain turned into a beautiful pleasure.

“oh god! don’t stop! please! don’t fuckin’ stop!” you cried out, gripping the bed sheets. andy smirked and slapped your ass. “told you, you’d like it.” andy teased.

you really didn’t care— nor even hear him. your vision and mind was completely blurred, you were in a drunken haze as his cock hit your g-spot. “right there! you’re so fuckin’ amazing.” you cried out.

andy bit his lip and slapped your ass again. you felt the knot form in your stomach again, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “oh my fucking god!” you screamed as you came.

your body went limp, andy caught you and chased his own high. his thrusts became sloppy, soon releasing ropes and ropes of cum inside of you. he pulled out and you were both gasping for air.

you both went another few rounds, at around six p.m, you both decided to give it a rest and lay off each other. you both got redressed and went into the main room, watching some tv.

jacob and laurie returned with multiple shopping bags. you looked over at jacob and gave him a flat smile. after they had everything put away, jacob came into your room.

“you stink of sex, did you finally get laid?” he asked, sitting next to you. you bit your lip and blushed, nodding to his question. you weren’t going to tell him anything more.

because you couldn’t, how does one explain that they’re fucking their best friends married father?

Is That What You Wanted?

Avengers x teen!reader

warnings: death!! guns, blood, alcohol ment

a/n: this is not good lmao

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if you could write an avengers one shot where the reader is an avenger and is pretty young (maybe peters age) and the other avengers dislike her because they think their “useless”, and then one a mission the reader ends up passing away, and then the other avengers feel really guilty? Ik this is pretty and if you can’t write it then that’s 100% fine! 💕💕”

The Avengers didn’t have you for long, but for the time that they did, they did not like you at all. You were young, which was already a bogey. All you heard Tony go on about was “child labor laws and endangerment” and how he “didn’t want to go to prison because of you.” Apparently the whole team was on thin ice because of you, and for what? Your powers were mediocre, you simply controlled the air.

Truthfully, you weren’t using your powers to the fullest. It was a bad idea, they scared you. You’ve hurt people in the past, so now you were destined to be a walking air conditioner and a severe burden. And seriously, you’ve been used as an A/C unit before. Missions in this climate could get very warm very fast.

“I bet you all feel lucky to have me right now.” You chuckled while circulating air through the armored vehicle taking you to your final destination—the most risky fight of your life. There was a vast desert surrounding you and your fellow teammates and god, were you bored…

No one answered your little comment, either. Not even a chuckle or a sly remark. It truly made you feel as useless as they had seen you, and you wondered why they even kept you around. Maybe they saw potential in you and were just using tough love, or maybe Cap didn’t want you to feel such a harsh rejection, or maybe the team just needed you as a loyal errand kid.

You actually stopped the breeze inside and waited for someone to notice, and it wasn’t long before someone spoke up.

“Hey, what’d you do to the air, y/n?!” Clint snapped at you and the whole group began to stare holes right through you.

“I—I just got a little tired. I can start it up again.” You sighed and began to use your powers once more.

“I don’t even know why we keep you around at this point.” He propped his feet up on the seat in front of him and you stared at him in disgust. “Do you need something?”

“Yeah, I need to get out of here. Christ’s sake.” You muttered before standing up and opening the back doors of the moving vehicle.

“Y/N, sit back down, right now.” Nat commanded, but you hopped right out and began to fly overhead, using your wind to slam the doors behind you.

“You guys should really be nicer to them. They’re just a kid.” Bruce chimed in without looking up from his book.

“The enemy doesn’t care if they’re just a kid, Banner.” Clint told him. “Besides, if they can’t use their powers to ventilate this thing, how are they gonna use them to fight?”

“Y/N’s more than just their powers.” Bruce closed his book and set it aside.

“Well, y/n isn’t a scientist with seven Ph.D.’s now, are they?” Nat smirked back at him and watched him roll his eyes.

“Not what I meant.”

Meanwhile, you flew ahead with Tony and Thor, who were surveying the upcoming area for threats before the team reached their destination.

“What the hell did I tell you, y/n? I said ‘stay in the truck.’ Jesus, you never listen, do you?” Tony started to argue with you immediately. “I mean, we told you it was dangerous out here. Thor and me are allowed out here because I have this armor and he’s a god. What do you have? A little bit of wind?”

“Stark, it isn’t that big of a deal. Y/N is apart of this team, are they not? And if you want to get rid of them so bad, why not let them go on the dangerous mission?” Thor explained, making your eyebrows raise at his boldness.

“Because, genius, I don’t want to go to prison on a child neglect charge. What is so hard to understand about that?” They bickered back and forth as you all flew forward, but they stopped paying attention, which would be blamed on you in the moments to come.

“Guys, we’re coming up on something.” You told them as a base came into sight, the one that you’d been searching for all day. It wasn’t long before they spotted you, either. Or before they launched missiles in your direction. Tony and Thor hadn’t exactly been paying attention enough to do something, so you acted fast to create a gust of wind so powerful it acted as a tornado and spun and launched the missiles back to where they came from. “Can you two get serious now?”

“That was lucky, y/n. Real lucky.” Tony rudely replied to you and boosted his suit to win the “race” to the base. You landed on the vehicle that some of your team was on in order to protect it from any more heavy fire. The rest of them would be on the other transport just a couple hundred meters back. Luckily, they wouldn’t be the target thanks to the heavy-duty fliers in the field.

“Are you guys ready?” You poked your head into the cabin after opening the door a bit.

“Stop getting distracted, y/n. We’re fine.” Nat waved you away and began to adjust all her gadgets for the fight.

“Just trying to help. You guys are kind of the worst.” You laughed and slammed the door shut before flying to the second car and asking the same question.

“Yes, y/n. We’re fine. Why don’t you go ahead and do some work for once.” Sam shot back to you while powering up his wings.

“We’ll be there soon.” Steve added. You just sighed and flew ahead to join in on the action. It was already loud up there, but what did you expect from the God of Thunder and flashy rich boy?

“Need any help?” You asked while swooping onto the scene.

“From you? Not really.” He flew past you and blew up a defense tower. You were getting really sick of this, but you were also scared to prove yourself. Using your powers the wrong way could have some really awful consequences. Suffocation, trauma to the body, catastrophic destruction, and even (un)natural disasters. Was it really worth the risk?

As the rest of the team arrived, all hell broke loose. It was a trap, they were expecting you, and now you were all in the same place, completely surrounded.

“I need you guys to cover your faces. I’m talking eyes, mouth, nose.” You warned them without explanation. “Or hide on my mark.” They all stared at you like you were crazy. “Sam, Thor, Tony! On the ground, now!”

“We don’t take orders from you, kid.” Sam stayed in the sky as you enacted your plan. A sandstorm that would be sure to cause unrest. It wasn’t long before grains of sand overwhelmed everyone on the base, a good enough distraction to save your team. While the enemy braced themselves for your power, the Avengers evacuated to the transports without you, waiting for you to finish up.

“Y/N, get out of there, that’s an order!” Steve shouted to you as you eased up on the storm. The team was surprised to say the least. You’d never used your powers to such an extent before, but you did it for them. Only, it’d been so long since you’d even attempted such power, you were to weak to go on.

“Someone needs to get them.” Bruce told the team, but no one volunteered. “Seriously, any day now!” While they argued about who would go back into the settling sandstorm, you hobbled onto your feet and slowly, weakly walked to your transport in a daze, then noticed a red light shining across your torso. You didn’t even have time to react before realizing what it was before a bullet flew through you. The bang of the gunshot startled the rest of the team and you watched all of their heads swivel to you as you stood alone, gripping your stomach.

“Guys?” Sam asked in disbelief before seeing a dark red stain grow more prominent on your suit. You dropped to your knees and onto the ground just seconds later and the whole lot came running for you as Sam and redwing analyzed the trajectory and found the shooter, ending him without another thought.

“Y/N? Hey, eyes open, alright?” Nat snapped her fingers at you and watched them flutter open. “Good, that’s good.”

“There’s no way I’ll make it through this one, you know it.” You chuckled out of fear and groaned as Nat flipped you over to plug the entry wound with something from the first aid kit, then laid you down again and pressed on the exit wound. Tony landed beside you and exited his armor.

“Come on, kid. You gotta pull through. I can’t go to jail.” He sort of begged while Bruce checked your pulse.

“Not now, Tony. Just don’t.” Cap sternly told him while Sam worked to call the Quinjet.

“Quinjet is en route, should be here in five.” Sam told you all and you knew you wouldn’t even make it that long.

“It’s fine. I did my job. Went out a hero, I guess.” You quietly spoke to the group as Bruce offered you some water. “Thanks…anyways, I saved all of your asses despite your constant mocking and mean comments. Who knows where you would be right now if it weren’t for me.”

“We’re lucky to have you, y/n.” Steve assured you as he placed his hand on yours.

“I hope so. And I hope you remember this. Forever.” You told him with a wavering voice.

“Y/N, you must save your strength.” Thor pointed out, but you’d rather get this over with.

“You can all be horrible people, you know? No wonder this team is so fucked. They abused a teenager until they needed them to sacrifice themselves. W-What—does that say…about you?” You took one last breath and went completely limp, sending the Avengers into peril. There was no saving you, no way to help at all, just watch your corpse lay still until they could bring you home.

The ride home was quiet. Natasha was still covered in blood on her hands, arms, and stomach. And she and Bruce sat with you the whole time. Steve stared from afar, wondering where it all went wrong. Sam sat beside him with tears in his eyes, already mourning a bit. Clint sat away from everyone, thinking about what could have happened if you weren’t there and how many lives would have been lost if not for you. Thor was thinking of what he could say about you, but kept it to himself. Tony was staring out the window while crying to himself, he got a kid killed and they didn’t even think twice about saving him. And he was going to have to answer to someone about this.

Once they arrived at HQ, your body was covered in a white cloth and transported inside via stretcher. Never had the Avengers felt shame quite like this. You were right, they were fucked if the life of a child was put on the line in order to save their skins.

“We need to talk.” Steve told them as they gathered their composure inside.

“I’d rather not.” Tony rubbed his temples and walked to the bar to grab a drink.

“Y/N was a good soldier and a valuable member of our team. We have to honor them in some way.” He explained to the still silent group that couldn’t be bothered any more. “They saved our lives, something we’ll never be able to repay or forget.”

“Oh, I won’t forget it.” Tony said before taking a long swig straight from the whiskey bottle. “No, I won’t forget their last words. The ones that’ll haunt me until it’s my time.”

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Vogue Gone Rogue

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: hello! i kinda.. sorta.. accidentally deleted the request for this, but i decided to write it anyway! i’d like to note that the italicized portion is what is happening in the video! happy reading <3

Summary: Singer/Songwriter Y/N L/N does a skin care routine video for Vogue, but fails to realize her secret girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, is in the background.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were a singer/songwriter. Your career skyrocketed when you posted videos of yourself doing various covers to your favorite songs at the age of 16.

You had gotten the attention of a major record label and were immediately signed. Ever since you were a child, you had dreamed of being able to share your music with the world.

When you were signed and your first single was released, you were overjoyed that your dream had finally come true.

Your first single went double-platinum and you were thrown headfirst into the spotlight shortly after that. Now, five years later, at the ripe age of 21, you were now one of the biggest names in music.

Although your job had many pros, such as loving supporters, financial stability, and being able to meet people you have looked up to; there was definitely a ton of cons.

The biggest downfall of all was the lack of privacy. People thought that because you were famous, it meant that they could blatantly disrespect your privacy and boundaries.

Paparazzi followed you everywhere you went. Some even had the audacity to camp out, right outside of your home.

Tabloids would come up with various scandalous rumors that were very far from the truth. Once, they said that you had gotten pregnant from Nick Jonas, which was absolutely insane.

For starters, you were as gay as anyone could possibly be. You’d been out to the public throughout the entirety of your career. Not to mention, you had never even met Nick Jonas before.

Every aspect of your life was constantly violated and publicized. However, there was one part of you that you held close to your chest; your love life.

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You have been secretly dating Natasha Romanoff for a little over two years now.

You had met the redhead when you performed at a party that the Avengers had been attending.

Natasha approached you after your performance and praised you. Apparently, she was a huge fan of yours and listened to your music constantly. She then offered to talk and have some drinks together.

You were flustered when you met her for the first time. Honestly, even up to now you still get a little shy around her. You have had the biggest crush on her ever since she was introduced to the world as the Black Widow.

Obviously, you accepted the assassin’s offer and the rest was history. You guys have been going strong and have managed to keep things under wraps throughout the entirety of your relationship.

Natasha was a spy, so she was very good at being secretive. You were good at keeping things sealed as well, but it was only a matter of time before your relationship with the Russian was exposed for everyone to put their two cents in.

You just didn’t expect your relationship to be revealed in the way that it had.

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You had been lying in bed with Natasha. Your head was resting on her thigh while she rested against the headboard of the bed, reading through a file. She gently ran her fingers through your hair with her other hand.

You had opened up Twitter and your eyes nearly fell out of your head as you read what was trending.

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“Y/N L/N and Natasha Romanoff are the newest power couple!”

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You quickly tapped onto the headline and you read through multiple tweets. Natasha felt you tense up against her thigh, causing her to lower the file and stare down at you.

“What’s wrong, detka (baby)?” You didn’t speak as your eyes raked over a few of the thousands of tweets. Natasha sat up slightly and leaned over to stare at your screen.

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@DaddyL/N: Y/N and Natasha are dating??? The couple we didn’t know we needed!

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@Y/Nplsrailme: OH MY GOD Y/N IS DATING NATASHA ROMANOFF? I DON’T KNOW WHO I’M MORE JEALOUS OF RIGHT NOW.

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@AvengerL/N: I’ve never been prouder to have my username. I manifested this shit!!! Y/N and Natasha for the win ❤️

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Your mind was swarmed with a ton of questions, but the main one was the most important: How the fuck did people find out?

Your question was quickly answered when you came across another tweet.

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@Y/NStan: In case anyone is wondering what happened with Y/N and Natasha. Here you go! I’m so happy for our baby 🥺

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There was a video attached to their tweet which you instantly recognized. It was a clip from a skincare routine video you did for Vogue a week ago. It was just posted today, so you hadn’t had the opportunity to watch it back yet.

You clicked onto the video and watched as you spoke into the camera.

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“So first, I’m going to mix the extra treatment lotion and the extra face oil.” You spoke as you showed the two products that you would be using.

“All you really need is a couple of drops of each. You mix it together until it gets all emulsified and then… you make the most beautiful skin prep.”

You poured small drops of each product onto your hand before mixing them together.

You were stood in front of one of the sinks you have in your bathroom. The other sink being behind you. Your sinks had a vanity mirror in front of them.

As you placed the serums onto your face, you closed your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha had entered the bathroom quietly and grabbed her brush from the sink counter.

Natasha was trained to be quiet and sneak around, after all. So, of course, you didn’t notice her presence.

Unfortunately, although she wasn’t in front of the camera, she was still visible in the reflection of the mirror behind you.

When you opened your eyes, you continued to speak, completely oblivious to what had just occurred.

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You and Natasha were frozen in place as the video ended. You blinked your eyes in surprise as the realization dawned on you; your relationship was no longer yours.

The reason why you wanted to keep your relationship quiet was because of the fact that people would try and insert their opinions and act as if they have a say in who you date.

The tweets you had seen were positive, but you were absolutely certain that not everyone would be happy with your choice of partner.

Natasha’s hand trailed down to your cheek and caressed it tenderly, as she stared down at you. She used her other hand to shut off your phone screen, causing your attention to turn to her.

“I’m so sorry, moya lyubov (my love). I didn’t realize I could be seen then.” Natasha stared down into your eyes as you peered up at her.

“I know you wanted to keep us under wraps. I’m sorry I failed to do that for you.” You instantly shot up from your position on her thigh, causing Natasha to jump in surprise.

You turned around and placed your legs on either side of Natasha’s. Your arms wrapped around her neck as she stared at you in confusion.

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t fail me or this relationship. I love you, Natasha. I’m proud to be able to call you mine. Our love is strong and no one can take that away from us.”

You smiled at the assassin, who returned the gesture. You leaned down slowly and connected your lips with hers in a gentle kiss.

You both pulled away, but your foreheads remained connected. Your eyes fluttered open as Nat suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

“I guess you can say that your Vogue video went a little rogue.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your girlfriend’s words. She laughed along with you as her arms wrapped around your waist. She placed a soft kiss onto your chin.

“At least people will know to back off of what’s mine now.” Your laughter slowed at her words.

“Oh yeah… totally…” You spoke sarcastically as Natasha raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at you.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Huh?” You let out a squeal as the redhead suddenly flipped you onto your back.

She was on top of you and you burst into a fit of laughter as her hands attacked your sides.

“Natty! No! Please stop.” You managed to stutter out through your giggles. Nat was laughing along with you and showed you mercy after a few more seconds of tickling you.

You both stayed in that position, staring at one another breathlessly. You wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck.

Nat moved down and placed a kiss on your lips. You instantly reciprocated the action. When your lips finally disconnected, you couldn’t help but smile at the woman who hovered above you.

You felt like an idiot for wanting to keep her a secret. You had valid reasons, but now you realized, that you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now, you’d get to show off the woman who held your heart. The green-eyed Russian who could have you weak in the knees with a smile.

Your Vogue video wasn’t the only thing that had gone rogue, but so did your heart.

Natasha had picked you up and swept you off your feet. You felt free and fearless. You now realized that you should’ve never let your fear of other people’s opinions get in the way of showing off your love and happiness.

As long as Natasha was by your side, you’d go rogue and never look back; uncaring of the expectations and criticism that had befallen you.

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pairing: maddy perez x reader

prompt: "you owe me a kiss."

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There was no denying it, Maddy looked fucking hot tonight. You wanted nothing more than to take her home right now but apparently it’s not socially acceptable to just leave so here you were waiting until enough time has passed. You watched as she did the rounds, talking to her friends, sending you a wink every now and then knowing it will drive you crazy. You downed the last bit of your drink and went over to her.

“When can we leave?” You pouted making Maddy grin at you. She loved teasing you, she also loved seeing try anything to get her to leave early.

“Soon.” She promised, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “We haven’t even sung happy birthday.”

“I’m sure Kat won’t even notice if we left” You tried, kissing Maddy’s neck and up to her jaw knowing this will make her knees weak. It almost worked but she managed to regain composure before it could go any further. Gently pushing you away, she missed the contact already, but she had to do it.

“Trust me, she will.” Maddy said and you groaned, leaning your head against her shoulder. “Just another hour, okay, and we’ll leave.”

“Fine but you owe me a kiss.” You kissed her before whispering all the things you’ll do tonight.

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picking up jacob at the airport w bestfriend’s dad!andy 😄 jacob’s like aw it’s so nice my best friend put up w being alone w my dad to come surprise me at the airport 😄 but really y/n and andy fucked in the car beforehand and then jacob spots a pair of panties and when they get home, jacob brings it up to y/n like “i think my dad has a girlfriend and he’s not telling me” and she’s like umm that’s interesting😆

airport pick up ~ bestfriendsdad!andy

warnings || smut, minors dni, daddy kink, bestfriendsdad!andy barber, car sex, public sex, creampie

You were very accustomed to fitting in the back of Andy Barber’s car, thankful for the tilted windows as the older man buried his cock in your cunt. Your legs were positioned on either side of his lap in the back seat while you waited for Jacob’s plane to land. You had gotten there early for this reason, or at least you suspect that was Andy’s plan when he had dipped his hand between your thighs after he put the car in park.

“Andy, we can’t...”You had said, whining when you felt his fingers sliding past your pretty panties. The pad of his digit rubbed against the sensitive bud, making you whimper softly.

“You honestly want me to believe you came all this way just to see my son?”Andy asked with a smirk.

“I might have...”

“Wearing this little skirt? You wear this for Jake? Should I be worried my little slut has a thing for my son?”Andy taunted, adding pressure onto your clit.

“N-No, fuck.”

“Tell daddy what you need,”Andy’s breath was hot against your neck and you can’t take it anymore.”l

“I want your cock,”You admitted, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Crawl in the back, baby.”

You listened, waiting for Andy to sit down in the back before your crawled over him. You slipped your panties off, letting them fall into the floor before you were impaled on his cock just like you were made to be.

“Dirty girl, fuck yourself on my cock, but you better hurry...daddy doesn’t have long...gotta be done before Jake gets here,”Andy grunted, his beard tickling the smooth skin on your neck.

You feel so full, his cock so deep inside of you as you sank back down on him with a moan that makes him smirk,”Daddy, fuck, this is so—oh my god, wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Yet, this sweet pussy craves me, doesn’t she? Can’t get enough of this big cock inside you, my little slut,”Andy groaned, looking down to see how your tight little pussy swallowed his cock so eagerly. Your walls stretched around him, making you squeeze his cock happily. His hand smacked against your ass,”Don’t lie to me, tell me want you really want.”

“Please, daddy, wanna be your little slut, wanna have your cock in my cunt every day,”You gasped out, bouncing on his cock like the good girl you were.

“That’s what I thought, such a good cockslut for me. I got my little girl so cock drunk for me that you don’t even care that your best friend could be here any minute, you don’t care as long I fill this little pussy,”Andy growled, biting at your shoulder harshly while you cried out for him.

Your hands were placed on his shoulders, bracing yourself as you greedily fucked yourself against his large cock. You rolled your hips, his cock dragging against your walls before you sank back down.

Andy loved the way it looked when his thick veiny shaft covered in your sweet juices disappeared in your cunt.

“Gonna milk daddy dry, aren’t you? Better cum soon...that flight’s already landed..”Andy grasped your hips, forcing you up and down on his cock with his strength. You whimpered out, clawing at his shirt while you absolutely collapsed into him with thighs shaking. Your vision was blurry, gasping out daddy when you came hard and fast.

Andy fucked into your pretty, clenching pussy before his seed shot inside you with a smirk. He loved to leave you leaking with him, making you keep him inside your young cunt.

“Shit, Jacob’s calling,”You cursed, quickly making yourself presentable before answering while you climbed into the front seat with your legs crossed to keep the cum inside you. Andy fixed his shirt, getting back in the front seat with a pleased smile.

It was about five minutes before Jacob slid into the backseat,”I can’t believe you rode all the way with my dad because you missed me,” He teased,”Hope you were too bored.”

“Hey, now,”Andy laughed with a narrowed glance,”Your old man can be quite entertaining.”

“Yeah, right,”Jacob scoffed, leaning between the middle seat to look at both of you.”Did he tell dumb jokes the entire time? Talk about football?”

“He was telling me about his job, I had a lot of questions, you know, since I’m seeing the law student,”You lied, ignoring how Andy smirked at the elaborate lie you had been spinning for a couple weeks now.

“Oh yeah, how’s it going with that guy? Gotten down and dirty yet?”He chuckled, his attention focused on you.

“He’s very sexy, and you know I like older guys, so he’s kinda perfect,”You admitted with a shrug.

The car ride continued like that, you talking with Jacob like you hadn’t just been fucked in the seat he was sitting in. Jacob talked about his trip while you tried to get the image of Andy’s cock out of your head but it’s all you think about when was driving. The last car ride you had taken with him, you had sucked him off while he drove. It was as if the car did something to you to make you jump this man’s bones.

You hadn’t noticed that pair of panties you left in the back floorboard until it was far too late. It wasn’t until you pulled into the drive way and realized you would have to clench your thighs to keep the cum from seeping out you when you walked inside that you noticed you panties had disappeared completely

As Andy got out of the car, Jacob pulled you aside to show you the panties he had noticed. You can’t help but flush and for a moment you think he knows.

“I think my dad might have a girlfriend and he isn’t telling me,”Jacob said uncomfortably, shaking his head.”Not that it’s weird he has a girlfriend, but he’s really bad at hiding it if he’s leaving panties in the car...he must have seen her before he picked you up.”

“Yeah, he must have,”You murmured, wanting nothing more than to face palm.

“You staying the night? We can play that new game I got,”He offered, getting out the car and walking you inside the house. You had to squeeze your thigh together, glancing to find Andy smirking.

You didn’t need Jacob to know it was your panties, and you definitely didn’t want me to know his dad’s cum was about to leak down you thighs. No, this was your dirty little secret and you wanted to keep him.

never yours

summary: nat is getting married.  the reader is there in attendance.

pairing: nat x named unimportant character, nat x gn!reader

word count: 597 words

warnings: definitely a little bit ooc, but it’s for the sake of this mundane au please bear with me, also mentions of a wedding reception with a preacher?  idk is natasha religious? ???

a/n: idk what this is so don’t @ me

“there’s nothing to be nervous about,” you reminded yourself, straightening out your evening attire. “it’s fine. everything is fine.”

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Natasha Romanoff X Reader - CAT WALK

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: Being friends with Natasha isn’t always easy, especially when you’re supposed to be helping her pick an outfit and you’re struggling to keep your mind out of the gutter.

Warnings: Language, smut

Words: 5061

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Looking up from the book in your hands, you watched the woman who had burst into your bedroom with all of her usual respect for your privacy, dumping an assortment of shopping bags onto the mattress beside you and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh my god, I’m so stressed.” she huffed out, collapsing into the chair by your desk and looking across at you.

“Please come right in.” you muttered dryly, turning your attention back to what you were reading 

Natasha blew out another exasperated breath, “I’ve been shopping all day for something to wear to this damn conference on Thursday and I literally hate everything I’ve bought.”

“So why buy it then?” you asked, not sounding in the least bit interested in her problem.

“Hey, will you …” she reached forward, snatching the book out of your hands and throwing it to one side causing you to look up and scowl, “I need your help.”

Narrowing your eyes at her, you gave the red head an unimpressed look, “With what exactly?”

“I need you to tell me what to wear.”

“Nat, you know how to dress yourself, you know how good you look, you’re more than aware what suits you and what doesn’t. You really don’t need my help.”

It was likely that you sounded like a pretty bad friend but there was no denying that what you were saying was true; Natasha certainly wasn’t low on self confidence and you couldn’t think of a single time when you had seen her look anything short of gorgeous.

“Yes but this is completely different, this is a massively important conference, they already all hate me up there and I need to make a good impression.”

You shrugged indifferently, reaching forward to grab your book again, “Just wear something tight and low cut, I’m sure that’ll win them over.”

Slamming her hand down on top of the book before you could reach it, Natasha threw it to the other side of the room, “Flashing a bit of cleavage is not going to cut it this time.”

“Would work on me.” You muttered, smiling at her playfully, “Never could say no to a pretty girl in a nice dress.”

“Yes well you,” she paused as she got to her feet and pushed the side of your head teasingly, “Have a one track mind.”

You grinned back at her, “I like hot women, is that a crime?”

“No.” She started, picking up one of the bags and tipping it upside down so the contents landed on the mattress, “But refusing to help your best friend is so … you’re going to let me try on these clothes and you’re going to tell me which ones look best.”

“Do I have to?” You groaned, throwing yourself back onto the mattress in dramatic fashion with your limbs spread out like a star fish.

Picking up the room separator in the corner, she pulled it open so that it would stand, balancing her first outfit over the top of it, “Yes.”

You watched her curiously as she picked up the rest of the bags and put them where she clearly planned to get changed, “It’s not like you to be so modest, what’s with the blinds?”

“I don’t want you to see the clothes until they’re all on … don’t worry, I’m still not modest.” As if to prove her point she unfastened the first few buttons of her shirt, spreading it open to reveal her cleavage as she leaned forward with a shake of her chest in your direction.

You snorted out a laugh at the action, “Yeah yeah I get it, come on let’s get this over with.”

Natasha didn’t say anything and simply offered a smirk, undoing the rest of the buttons as she stepped behind the screen and pulled off the rest of her clothing, “Okay so this dress … I’m not really sure about. It’s black so naturally it’s amazing but I don’t know whether it’s a bit too … I dunno, revealing.”

Muttering a generic reply, your mind started to drift in a matter of seconds as you lay sprawled on the mattress, not even marginally paying attention to whatever else Natasha was saying. This wasn’t the first time she had insisted on you helping her pick something to wear, the mere notion of her requiring your assistance in the fashion department completely ludicrous to you as you knew virtually nothing about what looked good on a person. The idea of trying on outfit after outfit was the most boring way you could think of to spend an afternoon and it was difficult for you to pretend to care when Natasha asked for you to pass judgement on her clothing.

“So what do you think?”

Your attention drifted back to the task at hand, propping yourself up on your elbows so that you could see the other woman better and tilting your head to the side as you scanned her up and down, “You look nice.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Nice? I’m going for just the right balance of sexy and professional … does this do it?”

“You know better than me Nat.” You sighed, sitting a little further up and studying her more closely, “I mean you look good … really good, that dress is incredible but I dunno if it’s very professional … I see a lot of skin.”

Gesturing at you with her hand, she gave you a half smile, “See that’s what I wanted, thank you. Get the zip for me.”

“Now you’re making me get up?” You huffed out an annoyed breath as you sat up on your knees, shuffling to the edge of the mattress and beckoning her towards you until she stood at the foot of the bed with her back to you, “I was having a nice relaxing afternoon before you came in here hassling me.”

“Oh please, you were sat on your ass doing nothing as always.” Teased Natasha, stepping back behind the blind once you had pulled the zip down and rifling around in one of the bags for another outfit. “You need to get out more.”

“I get out plenty I will have you know.”

Even though you couldn’t see her, you could hear the grin on Natasha’s lips, “You need to get laid so you can stop checking me out all the time.”

“Fuck you.”

Peaking her head around the side of the wooden screen, Natasha gave you a smirk, “I knew that’s what you wanted.”

“You’re seriously too much sometimes.” you muttered, trying not to smile at her behaviour as she disappeared again and continued pulling on clothes. “Plus it’s not exactly easy to meet people given our job and such … the whole thing is way too hard to explain.”

“So don’t explain.” suggested Natasha, finishing pulling on a suit jacket as she stepped back into view and ran her hands over her clothing to straighten it out before looking up at you expectantly, “Well?”

Scrunching up your nose in concentration, you skimmed your eyes over the other woman, taking in what she was wearing and trying to come to what you hoped was a helpful suggestion, “The dress was better.”

“But this is a suit, it’s way more smart and professional.”

“Yeah and it kind of looks like you’ve dressed yourself up in a power suit so that you can go in there and swing your dick around like you usually do and they’re not exactly going to like that are they Natasha?”

She rubbed at her face in frustration, “Okay well what if I wore a skirt and heels instead of the trousers?”

“I guess.”

Popping open the button on the front of her trousers, Natasha pulled a face at you before turning back to grab what she needed from her shopping bags, “You are borderline useless, you know that?”

“Wow, and I love you too.”

She didn’t take long to change into the skirt, slipping a pair of heels onto her feet as she hopped into view before standing up straight and presenting herself to you again, “Okay, how about now?”

Looking across at your friend this time, you had a noticeably different reaction to how she was dressed. The red shirt underneath her jacket had the first few buttons unfastened, showing just the right amount of cleavage to draw attention but not too much that it would be considered poor taste. The jacket she had on over the top fit her shape perfectly, accentuating her curves and showing off her figure. The same could be said for tight, black skirt that she had paired it with, cutting off just above the knee and allowing you to enjoy the sight of her toned legs. You had to remind yourself that it was your friend you were looking at and somehow managed to kick your brain into gear, swallowing hard and clearing your throat as you nodded your head encouragingly.

“Much better.” You internally cringed at how hoarse your voice sounded and you could have sworn that a flash of amusement flickered across Natasha’s face for the briefest second.

“You’re sure?” she asked, turning on the spot and doing an over the top twirl so that you could see the whole thing. You had to literally will your eyes not to drop to her ass as she span around, trying to ignore the hammering of your heart in your chest and mentally chiding yourself for even entertaining the idea of looking at Natasha in such a way. “I was leaning towards the trousers just because I don’t want it to be like … too sexy secretary, you know?”

Wetting your lips in a bid to get some moisture into your mouth, you prayed your voice would come out even, “No you … erm … you look good.”

“So you don’t? Think this is too sexy?”

If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn she was trying to kill you by means of inappropriate arousal as she turned again, this time hiking the skirt up a little further as she studied herself in the full length mirror on your wall. 

“Is there really such a thing as too sexy?” You attempted, not really wanting to answer her question and hoping you could just dodge it with one of your own.

“You tell me.” she said, shooting you a grin over her shoulder before removing the jacket and throwing it back towards the bags, “Although I think the dumb look on your face says enough.”

You were relieved that she turned her head again after her statement so she couldn’t see the furious blush that was now rising up your neck, feeling suitably embarrassed that she had called you out on what must have been quite obvious gawking. Raking your fingers through your hair, you cleared your throat awkwardly as she disappeared again, “I don’t look dumb.”

Natasha laughed from behind the blinds, “Maybe dumb isn’t the right word.”

“You’re getting a little full of yourself.”

She peered around the blinds, a taunting smile still very much glued to her face, “Well you can hardly blame me, being stared at like a piece of meat can be a bit of an ego stroke.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were practically drooling.” joked Natasha, immensely enjoying teasing you as she vanished from view and startled digging around in another bag, “Now there’s one more thing I bought.”

Flopping backwards on the bed again you let out an over the top groan, “No, we were done, we picked one.”

“Stop being a baby, I just want your opinion on one more thing. Try to keep your tongue in this time.”

“Oh shut up I’m only human, you know you’re hot.”

Natasha chuckled, “See, I told you that you need to get laid.”

“I know, I know … it’s just hard to get out there and meet someone nice and normal.” you grumbled, sitting up on the bed again and toying with a loose thread on the edge of the duvet, “It’s either bat shit crazy women who lose their head over the idea of sleeping with one of The Avengers, or women who run in the opposite direction because they’re completely terrified of me. I don’t actually know which is worse.”

Natasha laughed again, “Yeah I know what you mean .. there are alternative options though.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah I mean, there are women who don’t find you terribly awe-inspiring or terrifying.”

Letting out a long sigh, you shook your head gently, “Well maybe you should let me know where I can find one of these mysterious women.”

“They’re everywhere if you look properly.” answered Natasha, pausing for a few moments before trying to get your attention again, “So, what do you think of this?”

As she spoke again, you looked up from the blanket you were idly playing with and you were fairly certain your jaw hit the floor and your heart stopped. The sound that left your lips was nothing short of embarrassing, some sort of unintelligible mix between a whimper and a strangled cry as you tried to get your mind to process the sight in front of you. 

“Do you like it?”

The answer to her question was obvious: what wasn’t to like? But it surprised you just how much you liked it when you knew for a fact you shouldn’t. Natasha had stripped herself of the suit she had previously been wearing, however the heels remained. The only thing covering her body was the lingerie set that she stood in, breasts practically spilling out of the black lace and thighs wrapped with garter straps. You felt like you were burning up just looking at her, unable to drag your eyes away or form any kind of words. Your mouth bobbed open and closed a few times as you attempted to come up with some response for her but it was futile. She took a small step forward, your eyes drawn to the action and watching as one of her heels sank into the carpet. 

“I’m going to take your none answer as a yes.” stated Natasha, taking another step forward so she was now just in front of you at the foot of the bed. She placed one hand on her hips and used the other to press under your chin and tilt you head up to look at her, “Want more?”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you finally regained the ability to speak, albeit it not by much, “More?”

She knelt down slightly, placing her hands on the mattress either side of you to box you in as she set her face in front of yours, “I mean … you don’t just have to stare you know.”

“But …” you fought with all of your will power to keep your eyes level with hers, “This is … we’re just friends.”

“True.” agreed Natasha, lifting one hand from the mattress and running her index finger lightly along the underside of your jaw, “Is that all you want though?”

“I … errr … I … well I never really … thought about it.” you wanted to punch yourself for how pathetic you sounded. 

The grin that traced it’s way over Natasha’s lips was almost terrifyingly intimidating, “I don’t believe you.”

“Okay …”

“Because we’ve been friends a long time now and I don’t think we’ve ever just been friends have we? I know that the way you look at me sometimes isn’t exactly friendly … and I can certainly say the same for myself.”

At her words, you finally seemed to regain to ability to get yourself together, having had enough of nonsensical yammering and actually attempting to hold a conversation, “That’s a bold assumption to make.”

“If you don’t like what you see, I can always put some clothes on and we can both go back to pretending this isn’t what we want and just being friends.”

“Or …”

Her grin broadened, leaning a little further forward so her face was barely an inch from your own, her arms still trapping you in place, “Or we could have sex, your call.”

You probably should have hesitated. This was such a line to cross after all of your time knowing Natasha and there was certainly no going back from it. Things had arguably already gone too far the second she modelled her finest lingerie for you but anything more was definitely a step further than it would be possible to recover from. However there was no denying how your body had reacted to her. You couldn’t even attempt to hide how impossibly turned on the sight of Natasha in her underwear had made you. There was nothing in this world that could have made you tear your eyes away from her and it seemed that it had caused all rational thought to go out of the window because instead of putting a stop to what was happening, for some reason you decided to escalate it, sitting up properly on the edge of the bed and placing your hands on her waist to tug her towards you.

The force of your action caused her to stumble slightly and she placed her hands on your shoulders to keep her balance, allowing you to pull her closer. She separated her legs to step either side of where you were perched, moving forward just a little until she was able to settle on your lap, arms still wrapped around your body. She breathed out a laugh at the urgency of what you had done, one hand travelling up the back of your neck and into your hair, “I assume you’re voting in favour of plan B then.”

“What was plan B again?”

Obviously deciding a demonstration would be more effective than a vocal response, Natasha tightened her fingers on the back of your head and pulled your face towards her so she could press your lips together. She held onto your body tighter, pushing down into your lap and sliding her body closer as her tongue slipped into your mouth, a satisfied moan vibrating against your lips. You had been just a little concerned that kissing Natasha would be weird or there would be a lack of chemistry given how long the two of you had been friends but as she sucked your tongue into her mouth and a wave of arousal swept over your body, you quickly realised that you needn’t have worried.

The kiss became heated in no time at all, her fingers lost in your hair as your hands moved to her thighs, running slowly up and over the garter straps and settling on her hips. Gripping her waist tight you pulled her body into you and Natasha released a groan of approval into your mouth as your stomach pressed satisfactorily in between her legs.

She broke the kiss to push out a heavy breath and you instinctively attached your lips to her jaw instead, working your way to her neck and down her throat as she whimpered at each kiss and nibble to her flesh. Her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you against her as she began to rock her hips against your body, moving almost impatiently in your lap the more worked up she became. 

Moving one hand to cup the side of your face, Natasha tilted your head slightly so her lips were closer to your ear, biting down on your lobe as she lowered her voice, “Touch me.”

You ran your hands a little further up her body, moving slowly over her rib cage as you leaned back, finally separating your lips from her skin so that you could look back at her. The dark shade of green staring back at you nearly took your breath away, her lips pinker and cheeks more flushed than usual. Her chest was rising and falling fast as she tried to get her breathing in check and you were certain that you had never seen someone look so completely stunning and captivating in your life. 

Dancing your fingertips over her ribs you watched her squirm slightly under your touch and felt the goosebumps rising, “What do you want Nat?”

At first she didn’t say anything, resting her forehead against yours as she moved to take one of your hands in her own, lowering it from her sides until it was between her legs. You didn’t need her to guide you any further and as you reached forward just the small distance required and grazed your fingers over the lace of her panties, her breathing hitched and her eyes fluttered closed before nodding her head hurriedly in approval, “I want you inside of me.”

Her request made your stomach flip and conjured a strong twinge of arousal. You were conflicted between being so impossibly turned on by the minimal clothing she was sporting and wanting to enjoy it some more, or instead tearing the entire ensemble from her body so that you could see even more of her. Impatience won in the end, crashing your lips against hers once again as you moved your hand further down, thumb brushing firmly over her clit through her underwear on the way and earning you a twitch of her body and a whimper into your mouth. The kiss had slowed slightly but it was no less intense, her tongue brushing firmly over your own or occasionally biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to stifle another moan. 

It surprised you how quickly and how thoughtlessly you had become lost in her. You couldn’t remember ever having as much desire for someone as you did for the woman currently straddling your lap and for some reason it didn’t seem to matter at all that she had simply been your best friend just a little while ago and this was new and unexplored territory. Every noise she released was like music to your ears and every new inch of her flesh you explored only made you hungry for more. You wanted to turn her into a writhing, moaning mess and have her calling out in pleasure and you had every intention of getting what you wanted. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you slipped her panties to one side, running a finger along the length of her pussy. She arched her back into the contact, her lips breaking from yours with the force of the movement as she dug her fingernails into your shoulder blades in anticipation of what would be next. You almost groaned out in appreciation at how wet she was already, the feeling of her arousal coating your fingers something you were sure you could never get enough of. 

Natasha tore her lips away from yours to once again settle them by your ear, this time sucking the lobe into her mouth as you glided your finger over her again, dipping slightly lower so you could brush over her clit. The heavy sigh she released against your wet skin caused a tingle that set the hairs on the back of your neck on end. Natasha’s hips jerked against you as you grazed her clit again, the contact tortuously light and she was visibly desperate for more.

She whimpered against the side of your neck, sinking her teeth into your skin as you circled over her clit more firmly, “Yes, more … please.” 

You couldn’t help but smirk at her request. It wasn’t often Natasha would ask for something from someone else, much less that she would sound so frantically desperate for it. It was rare you had the upper hand and you couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction it gave you that you had the power to give or deny her what she wanted. Deciding to relish the moment for just a fraction longer, you raised your other hand to her face, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to look at you as you pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, “How badly do you want it?”

Huffing out a breath, an almost pained expression formed on Natasha’s face at your question, unable to stop the impulsive rock of her hips against your hand in a bid for more of your touch, “Don’t be a tease.”

“Answer my question.”

As you circled your fingers over her again and added more pressure, Natasha released what sounded like a growl and you could see that she was reluctant to admit to just how much she wanted you, “Are you really going to make me beg for it?”

You grinned back at her, never ceasing the lazy movement of your fingers, “That sounds fun.”

“You know I’ll get you back for this.” breathed out Natasha, still moving her hips impatiently in time with your hand in a futile attempt for more friction where she wanted it.

“Mhmmm, I’m sure you will.” you answered quietly, fingers dipping down a fraction further and circling teasingly around her entrance, “Now tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

A frustrated whine rumbled in the back of her throat and she leaned forward so she was able to snag your lower lip between her teeth, biting down harder than before as she gripped your face roughly in her hands and looked back at you, “Put your fingers inside of me, and fuck me hard … please, I’m begging you, I need you.”

Her words were needy and heavy with lust and combined with the frantic look in her eyes they caused a prickly heat of arousal to sweep over your body that made it impossible for you to deny her any longer. In one swift motion you pushed two fingers inside of her, the moan of pleasure that sounded in the room sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands slipped around your neck and she gripped a fistful of your hair as she threw her head back and pushed her body into you. Building up a pace with your fingers you used your other hand to reach up and pull down one of the cups of her bra, leaning forward so that you could take her nipple into your mouth.

She practically purred in approval, holding your head against her as you swirled your tongue over the hardened peak and grazed your teeth over it earning you another moan as she arched her chest further into you. With each curl of your fingers you felt her tighten around you, hips working faster in time with you as she started to chase her release. Desperate pants for breath and loud moans of encouragement were all that could be heard as you curled your digits again, this time stretching your thumb upwards to press against her clit causing Natasha to throw her head back and grip onto you tighter.

Tearing your mouth away from her chest, you looked up at the woman currently unravelling in your lap and the sight of her alone could have made you come yourself. In all the time you had known Natasha you had always thought she was beautiful but in the throes of passion she was something else all together. 

Leaning up so that you could reach, you pressed a sloppy kiss to the underside of her chin as you pumped your fingers into her harder, curling them again and hitting that sweet spot inside of her that pushed her ever closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck that feels good.” she sighed out, words just about coherent in between heavy breaths, “God don’t stop, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

Every word that left her lips was exactly what you wanted to hear and more, and combined with the heavy breaths and frantic moans you were sure you would never hear anything quite so incredible for the rest of your life. You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, her legs tightening either side of your thighs and a noticeable tremble to her body. It was obvious she was close and you wanted nothing more than to feel her cry out in satisfaction and come around your fingers.

“You are so fucking sexy right now.” you praised, reaching up and pinching her nipple hard between your thumb and forefinger, “I wanna see you come for me … that’s it.”

Your encouragement seemed the only thing she needed to tip her over the edge as with a final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back further into you as she clamped her legs around you and her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her. Natasha dropped her head to your shoulder, balling your shirt into her fists as a loud moan of your name sounded throughout the room. You were positive that you would never feel something so good for the rest of your life as she slowed the movement of her hips, riding out her orgasm as she came down from her high. 

Lifting her head from your shoulder after a few moments, Natasha pulled you towards her and crashed her lips into yours, arms wrapping around your neck and holding your body to her own as she kissed you urgently. She released a soft sigh as you removed your hand from her panties so that you could snake your arms around her waist, running your hands eagerly over her skin. 

When she finally broke the kiss, there was a wide grin plastered on her face, brushing her nose over your own before pushing you forcefully in the chest so you toppled back against the mattress. She removed herself from your lap, rising to her feet before kicking her heels carelessly across the room, “Clothes off, now.”

You returned the smile as she stepped back towards the edge of the mattress and you started to work on the buttons of your shirt.

“And I wouldn’t look so happy about it either.” stated Natasha flatly as she reached behind her back to snap open her bra, “You can be sure I’m about to have my revenge.”

Swallowing nervously, the smile didn’t falter from your face despite her threat. If there was one thing you were fairly certain of, it was that you were definitely going to enjoy Natasha’s idea of revenge. 

she knows

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pairing: andy barber x fem! reader

warnings: infidelity, daddy kink, degradation, choking, undefined age gap, aftercare.

word count: 617

authors note: okie hi guys here is a little horny thought about dilf andy that i sent to sam bam so i hope you all enjoy

minors dni. 18+ only.

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she knows.

the long nights at the office, cherry lip gloss staining his collar shirts as she does his laundry, girly and peachy scents wafting with his own as he sneaks into bed. hoping to act inconspicuous but failing.

you had never meant to get caught up with a married man, but when that man was as broodingly handsome and consumingly dominating as he was, and on top of that he had shown interest in you? well, you were always one for spontaneity.

he’s watching you from the corner of the backyard where you talk to a group of people your age, and he’s caught up with a bunch of the neighbourhood dads, drinking beer and catching the eye of all the wanting gazes in newton. including yours, especially as his silver wedding band twinkled in the shimmering sun. and you thought you were dreaming when he glanced your way and gave your sundress clad body an appreciative look over. making your face feel flushed and you averted your gaze, calming your breathing and focusing on the conversation at hand.

you managed to steer clear of him and your indecent thoughts for the better half of the night, especially considering laurie was with all the moms, her diamond ring reflecting onto the metal bar of the lawn chair. you can’t help the way your eyes wander up and down his figure, his broad shoulders and toned biceps, long legs and beard framing his carved face perfectly. and the way you familiarized yourself with everything underneath. you’re too wrapped up in watching him, too caught up with all the sinful imagery playing in your mind. remembering the way his hand wrapped around your throat, feeling the coolness of his wedding band contrasting your heated skin as he slams his hips into yours, easily finding the spot that has you keening as he whispers the most lewd phrases into your ear with his deep voice, just for you.

“such a dirty girl, getting off on my wedding ring choking you. i knew you were nothing but a whore.”

“you know how to make me feel good don’t you? just wanna please me like the good little girl you are?”

“you’re daddy’s good girl aren’t you?”

and you cant do anything but let your mind wander off into that blissful space, mindless of reality when you whisper back, “i’m yours daddy, all yours.” voice broken and whiny as he dicked you down better than you ever had gotten before. all that you could think about before was how wrong this was, but now as his finger rubbed your swollen clit and your back arched off his bed, clamping around his thick dick and all you could think about was how incredibly good he felt, how right he felt buried inside you and encouraging you to let go.

the way he had tenderly cleaned you up afterwards, gotten you up to pee after he had made you cum enough times that your legs were complete jelly so you whined, “i can’t walkkk” and he chuckles, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom because what was the point of all that muscle if he couldn’t baby you just a bit. (more than a bit) then held you close to his chest as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in a blissful post orgasm high and the warmth and security his hold brought you.

and as your shook out of your day dream, your friends teasing you for drool running down your face and andy smiles at you, he couldn’t wait to tease you about this later. then, you glance over at laurie her eyes already on you,

she knows.

hi! id like to req sth i saw somewhere about nat x r, where reader is doing an online class and nat wakes up and casually kisses reader’s cheek and everyone who saw it is freaking out because the black widow has a gf and just generally fluff

Zoom Meetings

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a few cuss words, very brief sexual suggestion

A/N: hello! i believe i’ve seen this idea on here as well! credits to @starsvck for the original idea! also, totally didn’t take inspo from a class i took. not proofread. <3

Summary: Y/N’s zoom meeting was interrupted by her famous girlfriend; Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 1.6K | masterlist

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You were a college student. When the pandemic hit, you were ecstatic to hear that you would no longer have to physically attend your classes, but now you wanted nothing more than to go back to school.

Sitting through zoom meeting after zoom meeting seemed more exhausting than actually attending classes. You’d constantly complain about how hard online school was to your girlfriend; Natasha Romanoff.

Nat would listen intently as you rambled off about how your teachers were assholes who assigned you work without actually teaching the lesson. They really were the worst, and you made sure Natasha knew too. You shared everything with her, she was your girlfriend after all. Nat would laugh as you talked about how shitty your teacher’s Internet connections would be; causing them to come in all choppy and making their screens freeze on a funny face.

No one knew that you were dating the famous Avenger. She was the infamous Black Widow. Your decision to keep your relationship quiet was a mutual decision between you and Natasha. You were both rather private people and enjoyed keeping your relationship well… yours. It wasn’t that you or Nat were embarrassed by the other, it was just easier with people not knowing.

People would put their opinions everywhere in regards to your relationship if they found out. That was something you and Natasha wanted to avoid as long as possible. Of course, you both had known it was only a matter of time before the world found out about the two of you. You just didn’t expect your relationship to be exposed in the way that it had.

It was another day of classes. You had situated yourself at your little desk in yours and Nat’s living room. You guys had bought this desk so you guys could work on any work the two of you needed to get done. You shoved your AirPods into your ears and connected them to your laptop before you tapped on the zoom link for your AP Calculus class.

Yeah.. AP Calulus. It’s as boring and challenging as it sounds. You honestly had no idea what was going on in the class at this point in the semester, you had given up. You just showed up for attendance and cheated on the tests using online calculators. Hey! It’s not like the teacher would know, you were just trying to graduate.

As your teacher did her opening remarks, you began to doze off. Your mind drifted to your sleeping girlfriend in the other room. She had the day off after months of nonstop work. You guys had a whole day planned today that would begin as soon as you finished your classes. God, you couldn’t wait for the school day to end so you could spend time with Nat.

Your teacher began to go on about something called Riemann Sums. If anyone were to ask you what the hell that was, you wouldn’t have a damn clue. Your teacher drew on her screen as you observed your classmates. They all looked bored out of their minds.

Most teachers didn’t require your cameras to be turned on during lessons, but there’s always that one teacher who makes a big deal out of cameras being turned off. This teacher was one of those. You would get lectured if your camera wasn’t on, so the entire class’ faces were on display in small square boxes.

You had known a few of your classmates from your previous years in college, having a few of them for classes. You never got the chance to get to know any of them beyond borrowing a pencil from some of them. College meant you were always busy and so were they.

As you attempted to pay attention to your teachers boring lesson, you failed to hear your girlfriend calling out for you. Natasha had forgotten that you had classes today. She had awoken and reached out to your side of the bed, expecting to feel your warm body breathing steadily beside her, but she was met with empty bedsheets. They were still warm, which meant you got out of bed not too long ago.

Natasha called out for you, but she didn’t get a reply. Nat, still in her very sleepy state, walked out of your bedroom and caught sight of you sitting at the desk. She didn’t even question why you were sitting there with your AirPods tucked firmly into your ears. All she wanted was for you to come back to bed with her.

So, Natasha made her way to you as she adorably rubbed her puffy eyes. She walked up behind your seat and hugged you tightly, causing you to jump in surprise. You whipped your head around to face the redhead with panic settling on your face.

“Nat! What are you doing?” You asked, completely freaked out. Natasha frowned at your reaction to her affection. “I woke up and you weren’t there. I miss you. Come back to bed.” Nat mumbled sleepily as she placed a kiss on your lips.

You kissed her back to not upset her before you quickly pulled away. “Nat. I’m in class right now.” You winced as you turned back around to face the camera as your teacher’s voice filled your ears.

“Ms. L/N, I’m sorry am I interrupting your love fest with my lesson?” Your teacher asked you sarcastically. God, she was a bitch. You were muted, but your camera was on so she, along with the rest of the class, could see you and Natasha. At your words, Natasha’s eyes widened as she looked towards your laptop. She was met with a ton of shocked faces and one angry one. Your teacher was obviously not happy with her interruption.

“No, Ms. Y/T/N. I apologize for the distraction.” You let out nervously and offered an awkward smile before the teacher returned to the lesson. Natasha quickly moved out of the frame and sent you an apologetic look before she made her way to the kitchen to make you guys breakfast.

You turned your attention to the zoom meeting once more and took notice of the zoom chat box blowing up. You opened it up, and as you expected, your entire class was freaking the hell out privately messaging you.

“Oh my god, was that THE Natasha Romanoff? You’re dating her?”

“Dude, there’s no way you’re hitting that. You’re so lucky.”

“OH MY GOD THATS THE BLACK WIDOW. WHAT THE HELL. WHEN DID YOU GUYS START DATING?”

You rolled your eyes at your annoying classmates before you closed the messages and pretended to pay attention to the lecture. After another 45 minutes, your teacher finally ended the meeting. You shut your laptop with a sigh, your next class wasn’t for another hour, so you could take a break.

You stood up from the chair and stretched your body. Sitting in the same position for so long had your back hurting. You felt a pair of soft, but strong hands rub your back and you let out a soft moan at the relief.

“I’m so sorry for what happened moya lyubov (my love). I didn’t mean to get you in trouble and out us like that. I’m sorry I embarrassed you, I understand if you’re ups-“ Natasha’s words halted as you abruptly turned around to face the red-headed woman.

“Upset? Why would I be upset? It’s okay, Natty. We were bound to come out anyway.” You gave Nat a reassuring smile as you wrapped your hands around her waist, Nat’s arms reflexively going around your neck.

“I’d never ever be embarrassed of you. You’re the hottest woman to ever walk the planet and you’re all mine. I’ll show you off proudly.” You winked, prompting Natasha to roll her eyes at you.

“Hey, maybe my teacher will back off of me now that she knows my girlfriend could find her and kick her ass.” You joked, causing Nat to throw her head back in laughter. Her laugh made you laugh, it was extremely contagious. Natasha never laughed around other people, maybe a small chuckle, but never a genuine laugh. She only let you hear it and it was a god damn honor.

“You’re such a dork. I love you.” Natasha smiled at you as she nuzzled her nose against yours. Your nose scrunched up as hers wiggled against your own. You let out a little laugh. “I love you. And I’m not just any dork, I’m your dork.” You rubbed your thumb lightly against Nat’s waist as she played with the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“Yeah, my dork. I’m excited to have the day to ourselves, so we could do whatever we want…” Natasha pulled away as she spoke with a suggestive tone. You raised your eyebrows at your girlfriend as she got away from your embrace.

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” You asked your girlfriend as she backed away from you. “You’ll just have to find out, but you have to eat breakfast and get school done first. So, hurry the fuck up.” Natasha spoke as she turned around as she teasingly swayed her hips as she walked away from you. You eyed her up, checking out her ass with a shit-eating grin.

Yeah, you would never ever be embarrassed of being with her. If anything, you were glad that people knew about the two of you now. That meant that everyone would know she belonged to you, and you only. Yeah, that sounds possessive as hell, but she’s the love of your life. She was yours to love and you were hers.

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Mine To Love

Summary: Every other year, you’re required to train the new SHIELD agents, but will your relationship with Natasha survive the ups and downs when a certain new recruit becomes enthralled by you?

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: blood, cheating, torture, drugs, obsession, stalking, sexual assault

Words: 26,106

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♞This is a dark fic as confirmed by multiple readers. Please read at your own risk! ♞

The first time she laid eyes on you, she had thought she was still asleep. The beauty, the perfection that caught her attention was only able to be manifested in a dream, but here she was, staring at the impossible goddess as she continued to pinch herself in an attempt to wake up. She was instantly drawn to you, ignoring whoever was talking to her to marvel at you. The way your ears perked up when you smiled, how your eyes sparkled when you spoke, your tongue flicking out to lick your lips when you listened. She was on the other side of the room, but your laughter reached her ears and it was the only noise she heard in the busy lobby.

You placed a hand on Clint’s elbow, bidding him a farewell before walking away. Jealousy instantly fell upon her as you left the room, eyebrows pinched together in anger as she watched Clint turn and approach the small group, ordering for attention.

“Welcome to SHIELD, agents,” he called out, a smile plastered on his face. The room instantly quieted down, all eyes on Clint Barton as he greeted the new agents. She was amongst the group, a fresh face in the middle of even more fresh faces. She couldn’t get her mind off of you, already knowing she wanted you. “This is officially your first day in changing the world. Does anybody have any questions before we begin?”

Her hand was in the air faster than the rest of the recruits, Clint’s eyes landing on her immediately. He glanced down at the clipboard in his hands briefly before looking back up at her with a grin.

“Agent Hopkins, what’s your question?”

“Who was that you were talking to?” She knew the other agents must have better questions than her, but she couldn’t find it within herself to really care. That was the most important question to her: your name. She wanted to feel it come off of her lips, form on her tongue. She needed to know your name urgently.

Confusion crossed Clint’s features, clearly not expecting that to be the first question. But he quickly regained himself, his small smile returning. “That was Y/N,” he answered. “Some of you will be training under her. She is one of the best agents we have, so you’ll all learn a lot from her. Any other questions?”

Her hand remained down this time.

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I Hate You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,996

Warnings: Angry sex, hate but like the “hate” hate y’know? Argument, strap-on… I think that’s it.

Request: heyo!!! i just love the way you write top!reader!!!! can i request like sub!nat x top!reader,,,,maybe like they have never really acknowlegded their attraction towards each other,,,get into an arguement over smth,,,and end up having angry sex,,,maybe??? stay hydrated!!

Summary: I guess you could call this a new addiction.

A/N: I’ve never written angry sex before, but I tried my hardest! Sorry for the long wait, hope you like it! Not proofread. I honestly don’t know how good this is.

18+ ONLY.

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I Hate You

Part Two: Is This What Hate Feels Like?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,560

Warnings: Remnants of spanking/rougher sex, talks of arguing, couch sex, fingers. Think that’s it.

Request: Yee.

Summary: Well, fuck.

A/N: This was long awaited, and asked for repeatedly. So I hope you guts rlly like this.

ALSO!! This it dedicated to @caws5749 for our servers ‘Mad’s Day’!

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Won’t Let Go

Pairing: Mazikeen x Reader

Warnings: homophobe asshole

Words: 3013

Tag(s): @noysho

“I love riding the train,” you expressed, weaving your fingers through Maze’s as you kept your eyes on the window in front of you, watching the Los Angeles sights fly by. You squeezed her hand with joy, making her smile at your childish expression.

“I’ll never understand your joy of riding a simple mechanic made in the 1800s,” she said, chuckling when you looked at her with wide eyes.

“Well, excuse me for enjoying the simple things,” you stated, smiling. “Besides, I wasn’t born in the 1800s like some of us, so I couldn’t enjoy it back then.”

She laughed. “I’m not gonna say anything more.”

You released her hand and wrapped it around her neck. “Good,” you told her before pulling her forward, your lips brushing against hers and you could feel her breath fan over you. Just an inch closer and the two of you would be kissing…

“That’s just disgusting,” a man declared obnoxiously, making the two of you split apart and look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was fine with the two of you holding hands, but I will not sit here and watch you two make out.”

“Nobody said anything about making out,” Maze declared bitterly. “Besides, if it bothers you that much, I’ll be so happy to help out your little problem.” She stood up, but you were quick to grab her hand and pull her back down. You knew what she was capable of.

However, this man did not. “Look, I’m just expressing my opinion here, alright? And I don’t need some girl to threaten me, so let’s just call this conversation over before you get hurt.”

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6:41 on a thursday morning

pairing(s): mazikeen x reader

summary:

it’s a morning like any other, the first time mazikeen says it—those three little words: ‘i love you.’

contains: light angst & fluff

word count: ~800

rating: teen

warnings: mentions of creepy men, mentions of maze’s propensity for violence, but other than that… none?

notes: requested by anon. look i’m SORRY they requested fluff and somehow a little bit of angst wormed its way in there. anyways, hope this is otherwise okay<3

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ASHAMED

request: where reader is meeting chris’ parents in boston and he tries to get frisky when he thinks his family is asleep and eventually it leads to smut and then getting caught

warnings: smut smut smut, unprotected sex

a/n: this has taken me so long i’m so sorry i’m awful :)

you held chris’ hand tight as you stood on the front porch of his parents house.

you had been invited over for dinner and to stay the night, chris’ siblings were also coming over.

you and chris had been dating for a little over six months, and you had met his parents plenty of times, but it still made you nervous. you wanted to keep up your good reputation.

chris chuckled when he felt you squeeze his hand, pulling your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles softly.

“relax sweetheart. you know they love you. are you gonna get nervous every damn time?”

you laughed. “um, yes.”

lisa opened the door after a few minutes, pulling you in straight away for a hug.

“y/n! i haven’t seen you in ages! wow you look gorgeous.” she grabbed your hand, ushering you inside.

“and hello to you too mum.” chris laughed, stepping in after you.

lisa shook her head, turning to her son for a hug.

you gave lisa a bottle of wine you had picked out for the dinner, chris heaving your bags into the lounge.

lisa thanked you for the wine, her smile disappearing a little before she spoke again.

“i’m so sorry guys but you’re going to have to sleep on the sofa bed tonight. scott claimed the spare room when he got here earlier.”

chris groaned, making you laugh.

“that’s no problem! thank you so much for letting us stay.”

“you’re both welcome anytime.” lisa smiled.

“so polite.” she mumbled to chris, gesturing to you. you smiled shyly, watching as she made her way outside.

he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“come on, the others are outside.”

you joined the rest of chris’ family out in the garden. everyone greeted you with a hug. scott went all out as always, spinning you around whilst crushing you with his bear hug.

you placed yourself next to chris on the garden sofa, sipping a glass of wine whilst chris drank beer.

conversation flowed easily, and soon you were in fits of laughter about some childhood adventure that scott was telling you about.

after a few hours of chatting, you decided to touch up your makeup, excusing yourself from the group.

chris noticed you leave, his eyes catching onto the way you body fit nicely into the summer dress you were wearing. he knew how much you loved to tease him.

you were applying your last coat of mascara when chris appeared at the door.

“you okay?”

“great actually. i was just touching up my makeup.”

chris removed his hat, his hair messy from being stuck under it all day.

you moved towards him, running your fingers through his hair.

he hummed quietly, hands moving down to your hips.

“you look sexy tonight.”

you laughed at the sudden comment. “oh really?”

he nodded, moving forward to kiss you softly.

you leaned into the kiss eagerly, letting his tongue roam freely.

once he began to get carried away, you pulled away, laughing when he frowned.

“come on, we should get back. they’ll be wondering where we are.”

“i don’t care.” chris moaned, grabbing at your butt.

“well i do.” you kissed his cheek, pulling him towards the garden.

he followed you out, but not before complaining under his breath.

scott gave him a look as he sat back down, his eyes trailing down to where yours and chris’ hands were entwined.

chris stuck his middle finger up discreetly, making you and scott laugh. scott would always tease you and chris about your pda.

dinner went well, you sat quietly beside chris, savouring the delicious dinner that lisa had made specially.

chris kept a hand on your thigh the entire time, and you kicked at his ankle when his hand slid underneath your dress, fingers dragging along the inside of your thighs.

he smirked, and managed to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the meal.

after dinner, everyone gathered in the lounge. scott forcing everyone to play a game of charades.

chris’ parents went to bed pretty soon after that, his dad mumbling something about how he had to work tomorrow.

scott refused to go to bed at such an early hour, challenging you and chris to a few rounds of mario kart.

you happily agreed, you had been waiting to beat chris’ ass at a racing game.

you sat on the sofa inbetween scott and chris, your game face on.

“scott that’s my steering wheel.” chris reached over to snatch it out of his brother’s hands.

“no it’s not. i always use this one.”

you rolled your eyes, listening to the two boys bicker like teenagers.

“scott! you’ve never used that one! come on babe back me up here.”

you laughed, crossing your arms as you leaned back into the sofa.

after a few minutes of squabbling, chris let scott have the wheel, but not before smacking him lightly round the back of the head.

“jesus, y/n, how do you put up with this, he’s so annoying”. scott massaged the back of his head.

you laughed. “i know, i deserve a medal.”

chris pouted, jokingly elbowing you in the side. you smiled sideways at him, your arm drapped over his thigh.

it was half an hour later, and you were huddled up against chris, your head resting on his chest.

you had promised yourself that you would beat those boys’ asses at the game, but after five rounds of speeding round the fictional roads, the wine got the best of you and you gave up, silently cursing yourself at your failure of staying awake.

you fidgeted when the boys laughed loudly, chris’ arm sneaking around you to pull you close.

you kept giggling as you rested your eyes, hearing chris and scott try to bicker in their whispery voices. from what you could hear, chris was winning.

you must have fallen asleep beside chris because the next time you opened your eyes, scott was kissing the top of your head, bidding you goodnight.

you sat up abruptly, feeling wide awake. you peered over the sofa at chris who was grabbing some water.

“hey baby.” he gave you a huge smile. “you fell asleep for a while.”

“what time is it?” you stood up, stretching.

“midnight, i think.” he scratched his beard.

he passed you some water, rubbing your back as you gulped it down.

“did you win at mario kart?” you asked him.

“of course i did! no one beats me.”

you rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “come on, let’s go get changed in the bathroom.”

you followed him, pyjamas clutched in your hand.

you changed silently while chris brushed his teeth, nearly falling over when you stepped out of your dress.

you washed up quickly, returning to the lounge to get under the covers., it was freezing.

chris was already getting comfortable, he looked cute in his grey t-shirt and plaid trousers. he opened up the duvet for you and you crawled in beside him, resting your head on his chest.

he yawned, leaning down to kiss your lips a few times.

“did you have fun tonight?” he whispered.

“yes…i love your family so much.” you mumbled, making chris smile.

you shut your eyes, snuggling into chris’ neck, but sleep didn’t seem to want to overcome you tonight.

after about 15 minutes, chris spoke.

“y/n?”

“yes?” you giggled.

“i can’t sleep.”

“me neither.”

he fidgeted before speaking again. “to be honest, i can’t stop thinking about you in that dress earlier. and you didn’t even let me do anything about it.”

you sat up on your elbows, peering over at him.

“well, what would you have done about it?” you smirked.

it was chris turn to sit up now, his hands pulling your waist closer to him. he pulled at the back of your neck, eager to feel your lips against his.

you reciprocated the kiss, trying not to smile when you felt him sneak his tongue into your mouth.

his hands started to wander, pushing up his t-shirt that you were wearing, his fingers sliding towards the band of your panties.

“c-chris.” you pushed him away, laughing. “i wasn’t being serious, we can’t do this on the sofa bed at your parents house!”

he smirked, “who says we can”t? come on sweetheart, you can be quiet for me can’t you?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips.

shit. he knew just what to say to you. your panties growing wetter by the second.

“chris.” you dragged out his name, laying flat on your back. chris sat up beside you, his fingers trailing circles on your lower stomach.

“sweetheart, it’ll tire us out. no one will hear us i promise.” he smiled, leaning down to your ear. “plus, i’ve been dying to feel your pretty little pussy around my cock since we got here.”

your breath hitched and you groaned. your body was betraying you, giving in by the second.

you exhaled loudly as chris waited eagerly for an answer.

“fine. but if we get caught i swear to god i’m not going anywhere near your cock ever again.”

he laughed, maneuvering himself until he was above you.

you kissed him deeply as he pulled your panties off, chuckling to himself when he felt how wet they were.

his fingers slid through you folds, dragging your wetness around. you gasped, your hands clutching at chris’ t-shirt as you tried to not make any noise.

“b-babe. i don’t think i can be quiet.”

chris laughed again, “maybe i can help with that.” his hand came up to cover your mouth, but not before he gave you another sloppy kiss, pulling your tongue into his mouth.

you breathed calmly through your nose, focusing on how chris had pulled himself out of his trousers, running the tip of his cock through your folds.

your legs squirmed by themselves as he pushed himself into you, going as deep as he could.

“shit, sweetheart, so tight for me. try and keep your legs still for me darling, i’ve only got two hands.”

you moaned into his hand, begging him silently to move.

he got the memo, beginning to thrust softly into you. he started off slowly, making sure you were comfortable.

your hands gripped his sides, your eyes squeezed shut as you were overcome by how good he felt.

seeing as you couldn’t speak, you clenched around him purposefully, telling him to go faster.

he groaned into your neck, “such a greedy baby” he smirked, picking up the pace.

your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling of chris pushing into you over and over, his cock hitting all the right spots.

he tried to muffle his own groans by burying his face in your neck, biting at your skin softly.

“just like that sweetheart, i want you to cum for me pretty girl. you can do that, can’t you?”

you nodded, your eyes squeezed shut. chris’ thumb travelled down to your clit, pressing light circles into your bud to help you reach your climax.

you squirmed, clenching around his cock even more.

just as the knot in your stomach threatened to burst, a light flicked on in the kitchen.

you froze.

“what the fuck?”

it was scott.

“scott! what the fuck are you doing?” chris pulled the sheet over your bodies, covering you up as much as he could. his body covered your own.

“i was just getting some water! oh my god guys-“ he started laughing uncontrollably. “i can’t believe you’re fucking on the couch! jesus chris, can’t you keep your dick in your pants for one night?”

he clutched his stomach, doubling over.

chris chucked a pillow at him, looking down at you.

“are you okay sweetheart? i’m so sorry.” he looked worried, you on the other hand, were smiling, trying to control your laughter.

chris’ face softened when he saw that you weren’t mad.

“what the hell are you still doing here, creep!” chris shouted at scott, who was still laughing.

“alright i’m going! don’t stain the sofa!” he laughed at his own comment, scurrying out of the kitchen.

you hid your face in chris’ shoulder, embarrassment settling in.

“chris! what if that had been your mom?”

chris kissed you softly. “well, let’s just be grateful that it wasn’t. now…where were we?”

part two coming soon

tags: @slutforsebstan @chrisevansgirl34

[x] // requester: @depressedbimyself // request here

IMAGINE: TEACHING MADDY HOW TO PLAY CHESS.

Maddy leans her elbows forward on the table, raising at eyebrow at you and your intense expression of concentration. She smirks slightly, watching as you assess all the pieces on the board before moving one forward. The two of you were spending a quiet afternoon together, and you had offered to teach her how to play chess. The idea didn’t quite appeal to Maddy, but she agreed nonetheless.

She picks up one piece on her side, waving it in front of your face. “What’s this supposed to be?”

“That’s the queen, Maddy,” you chuckle, gently guiding her hand to put the piece back. She grins at your fingers brushing up against one another’s, and you try to ignore the flush rushing into your cheeks as you continue, “That’s the most important piece.”

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

#7 Part 2

Words: 2,365

Click here for Part 1

Warnings: love, angst, trauma

Notes:

A part 2 was requested so a part 2 is here. Thank you for requesting, and sorry for spelling mistakes. I’m not sure if anyone notices but here, and in the first part, i’m really experimenting with my writing. If anyone reads these notes let me know if you like it...(also sorry for the sorta abrupt ending. The Word count was getting far too high.)

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Natasha looks at you and sometimes she wonders how exactly they had broken you. She wonders how they put out your flames.

Sometimes she thinks that maybe it was simple, like they poured water over you and watched as the flames died into embers.

Other times, more commonly, she thinks it was more difficult than that, she thinks that maybe putting them out—your flames— was challenging, and that people got burned in their efforts. She thinks that maybe it had taken an entire crew of people who specialize in putting out peoples flames. Firefighters.

Then, one day, watching you sleep with peace that you now only have when you’re unconscious; she thinks she knows.

They poured water over an oil fire—you’re oil fire—over and over again, and left it to burn, burn, burn, until everything around you was ash. Until you finally stopped and looked around at the nothingness and wondered what you were burning for in the first place.

The thought makes Natasha furious. She wants to wake you up just so she can tell you, so that she can shout that; your strength isn’t a distinguishable flame, and that you are not as small as a forest, that you are an ocean, and your strength is the waves, your strength is a whirlpool, your strength is a typhoon, and you are simply infinite.

To Natasha—to Natasha you are infinite.

She doesn’t tell you that though, she can’t while you’re still so reluctant to talk about what happened, she can’t when her love and her reassurances are like water to the oil fire you limit yourself to, and you’re still so scared of burning everything away.

——

You’re so scared of what it will mean to be strong again, but you want it so badly anyways.

You muse with no small amount of humor if that makes you brave, then you laugh because what a funny concept.

You were brave, you remember, when Hydra began their abuse and their nightmare pills and their cruelty. You were brave, and you were strong, and it was so much harder than just giving in but it didn’t make you hate yourself as much.

You were brave and strong, and Natasha loved you, and then you weren’t and she still loved you anyways.

——-

Natasha’s been tasked to call you downstairs for the weekly ‘Avenger family dinner’. She checks her room (you’re there more often than not again), and when she doesn’t find you there she checked yours.

You’re not there either, and she can’t hear the shower to your bathroom but she pushes it open anyways—just in case.

She’s gotten used to not knocking...she doesn’t even consider it anymore. She doesn’t even stop to realize that she hasn’t seen you without clothes since you were rescued, and that maybe there’s a reason for that, she just opens the bathroom door and stops so completely when she sees you her legs hurt from the abruptness.

You’re there staring so blankly in the mirror Natasha knows you’re not really looking at it—you’re looking through it at things she can’t ever see.

You don’t realize she’s there, but she’s there. She’s there, and you’re naked with scars she’s never seen before littered across your skin like shells on a beach.

Scattered and many. Too many to count. Too many.

Natasha stops, and the world stops, and infinity stops. Everything stops—at least to her it seems that way, because how can anything possibly exist outside this moment.

How can there be other lives and how can there be more pain in the world than this when this moment feels like it is already too much more than Natasha can handle—too much for the world to handle even.

Natasha has known logically that they had tortured you, you are the evidence—you obviously told her too—but none of your evidence is...touchable. Physically.

It’s been visual—yeah—but not like this.

This is...this is violence, and cruelty, when since you’ve been back you have only been the exact opposite. This is red lines and scars not quite healed yet forming constellations and shooting stars and hope.

Hope because you have survived so much violence, and yet here you are, still so good. Natasha wants to reach out and touch them—touch your scars and make wishes against them because she thinks that maybe your strength has the power to do anything.

Tears fill her eyes and fall over her cheeks and suddenly all she can think of is how you shouldn’t have to be that strong. No one should have to be.

She wanted to protect you. All she has ever wanted to do is protect you, and yet here you are.

Here you are, staring into a mirror unseeing and conscious but not there, with a look in your eyes Natasha has only seen in nightmares where she’s failed you—and you’re trying. You’re trying even now and Natasha wants to be there for you but this isn’t something she can hold your hand through.

This isn’t something she can kiss and make better. There’s nothing she can do. There’s nothing she can do and the simple fact rips away at her heart and leaves it bleeding out with it’s helplessness.

And then, and then you turn around.

The world starts moving again.

It starts moving and her heart stops bleeding—stiched up with her love for you—and you have never looked so sad but you have always looked so beautiful.

“I think,” Natasha whispers, voice throaty and full of shooting stars, “I think I love you more than I ever have. I think—” she pauses then, thinking of infinities, “I think my love for you is infinite.”

Your mouth parts open just slightly, and your eyes widen just that bit more. “Nat…” you stutter out wobbly, eyes filling with tears.

Natasha blinks, shocked and guilty for making you cry, but then you release a smile so bright and simply glowing Natasha can only think of stars again.

You’re laughing in the next instant, laughing and crossing your arms over your torso, digging your fingers into your arms, and then sobbing. Sobbing but somehow still laughing, and Natasha is crossing the bathroom and wrapping her arms around you like seaweed being pulled in by ocean waves.

“I think,” you gasp out between breaths, pulling away slightly to meet Natasha’s eyes, “I think that you’re going to beat me to it.”

“To what?”

“To putting my pieces back together,” you answer like it’s obvious. “You seem to do it so easily, yet when I try the pieces don’t quite fit right.”

Natasha cups your cheek and simply smiles. “Oh baby, look at how many pieces you’ve already put back.”

You don’t know what she’s talking about for a moment, Natasha can tell, but when it hits you it’s obvious. “I...I don’t flinch anymore.”

“Not around your friends. Not in the compound,” Natasha confirms, feeling a part of your joy when you screech like a child on Christmas and tightly wrap your arms around her neck.

Natasha thinks that maybe she—you—will get by just by just fine without a wish upon a star.

——-

There’s a silent argument going on, an argument that only shows itself on the floors of the training room and seeps out of the both of you like it was never there the moment you leave.

Natasha’s begun training with you again but she clearly doesn’t want to be there.

You don’t want to be there with her either if the whole time you’re training with her she’s going to be so...loud. Loud but silent. You can hear her shouting at you—accusations, pleads, and why’s. Why, why, why, you can hear Natasha ask.

Why are you doing this?

You don’t have the answers she’s seeking, not any that would appeal to her anyways, and it’s exhausting—exhausting because this is you trying to glue some pieces back where they belong and all Natasha see’s is you forcing them together when they don’t fit.

It’s infuriating, and heartwarming, and tiring, and when you’ve finally had enough of it you decide to try and train with someone else—Steve—but you’re trembling the whole fight and your insides don’t burn, they quake, and your nauseous; nauseous because he moves too quickly, because he’s reaching for you but it’s not him, it’s not him, and you’re dying, you’re dying, you can’t breathe— Natasha is there.

Natasha is there, arms wrapped around your torso and angry, but this time it’s not at you, it’s at Steve, and it’s Steve again, not some Hydra agent. It’s your friend.

Steve is looking guilty and sad, like a kicked puppy, and Natasha is yelling, and then Steve says something, something and suddenly she’s looking guilty too, guilty and sad.

Not like a kicked puppy though, like a betrayed one.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Natasha asks quietly. Steve is gone. Where did he go? When did he leave? “Are you...are you there?”

Oh. Had Natasha said that out loud?

“Doing what?” You rasp, despising the way that you hate it when your jaw shakes. It’s okay, you remind yourself. It’s Natasha, it’s okay to be broken around her. Even when she’s angry.

Natasha has broken pieces, and she has missing pieces, and you do too, so it’s okay.

“Why are you training, why are you doing any of this when you aren’t,” Natasha searches your eyes, desperate, “you aren’t going out there on the field again.”

And now, now you are burning.

——

You croak out a raspy; “What?” That has Natasha wincing like she’s already been burned. “Natasha, I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but i’m- i’m going out there again.”

“You can’t even fight anyone that isn’t me,” Natasha says, freezing the moment the words are past her lips.

She tries to cup your cheek but your wincing and stepping away, away, away, too far for Natasha to reach and she hadn’t meant it like that, it wasn’t supposed to be an attack, she hadn’t—

“I’m trying now,” you say, and your voice is shaky but it’s there, and it’s strong, and you aren’t backing away any more you’re moving closer— like this time Natasha is the ocean and you’re being drawn in.

You’re wrapping your arms around Natasha and she’s confused but she’s relieved because you’re still there. You’re still with her.

“I’m trying and I know things have changed,” you whisper, “I know you’re scared, I am too, but we...were heroes because we keep trying, because even when missions go wrong and we don’t want to—we go out there and we fight so that other people don’t have to as hard.”

And Natasha knows this. She knows but…

“I know this has been hard for you,” you say, and you’re the ocean, you’re the fire, you’re all of the stupid metaphors the two of you have made up to signify strength. You’re strength, and you’re bravery because she knows how scared you are of being strong and for it to mean nothing in the end, and yet here you are.

“I know it’s been hard for you to see me like this, I know it’s been hard for you to deal with what’s happened to me,” you pull away to clamp a hand over Natasha’s mouth so she doesn’t dispute anything, and Natasha couldn’t if she wanted to because you’re crying, there are tears running down your cheeks, and she’s been speechless since the moment you hugged her.

“I know that you’ve been handing me the little pieces of yourself that you have left, and that you’ve been ignoring the pile at your own feet, and I could never thank you enough,” you smile at her then, brushing away tears that Natasha hadn’t even known she let fall “you wouldn’t want me to anyways, but now—right now I need you to let me be strong again. Even though it’s scary, because Natasha…”

You pause, closing your eyes and letting your hand fall from her mouth. “Hydra took me on a chance. It could have been you. It could have been any of the Avengers. That’s the position you put yourself in, that’s the position all of us put ourselves in, but we take that chance. I let you take that chance. Let me.”

And Natasha kisses you. She kisses you, and you gasp against her lips because you hadn’t expected it, but she keeps kissing you, and kissing you, because you're her shooting star and she wants to wish for infinity to slow down.

“I’m so scared,” Natasha says when she pulls away for air, and a sentence has never resonated with her so much, but you’re strong, you’re strong even though you’re scared, and Natasha won’t let it mean nothing, because it means everything that you’re being strong for her. “But okay. Okay.”

The breath of relief you release against Natasha’s neck, and the way you sag into her like your strength has been sapped out of you makes her tense and swallow down a sob. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

But you pull away from her grinning and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Does this mean you’ll stop going easy on me?”

Natasha gets whiplash.

“I uh...I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she denies, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks only to have you start wiping away at her own. Natasha laughs because what else is she supposed to do.

“Hypothetically though, if I were to have been going easy on you, I'll try to be more fair.”

Your smile widens just that bit more and Natasha is put at ease.

The two of you will be just fine, Natasha knows. No matter what the two of you face, what the two of you go through, you’ll be okay.

“I won’t go easy on you either then.”

“...What…?”

Hey can you do a fic where reader is under mind control of some sort from an enemy and is forced to attack Nat and the rest of the avengers and Nat has to talk her out of it and calm her down something rlly intense and angsty pls

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #6

Words: 2,177

Warnings: Agnst

(tell me if there’s more I should add)

Notes:

I realized after I finished writing that I didn’t have Nat talk R out of it like you asked...I solved it in another way...i’m sorry!! I hope you enjoy anyways, thanks a lot for requesting (and sorry for spelling mistakes...there’s probably a lot) also sorry for this in general...I’m disappointed in it and the ending...I was sleep deprived and delirious for half of it...

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It was supposed to be a simple mission, and a simple day. You and Nat had planned to head to the beach for the first time in a long time afterwards and everything. It was supposed to be a good day.

Good day...ha.

The sad truth is, is that things don’t always work out the way you expect them to. Sometimes things go horribly wrong.

Sometimes you get mind controlled by the ‘big bad’ and hurt the people you love most. Or maybe that stuff only happened to people like you. ‘Heroes.’

——-

You were conscious. That was the cruel agonizing part of it all. It’s that with every swing of your knife, every landed hit, every plea that fell from their lips, you knew what was happening.

You knew what was happening but could do nothing about it. Well...you could, technically, but it hurt. It hurt to fight. The pain was similar, you imagine, to what it feels like getting burned alive and then ran over eighteen times.

You didn’t think you could do it. Your will power wasn’t that strong. You would probably die trying to gain control—

It hurt. It hurt. You didn’t want to. You couldn’t, you—

Natasha. Natasha was saying; “fight it, Y/N, fight it,” and to you and to the pain that fighting the mind control caused, she may as well have been saying, “die, Y/N, die”

And yeah. Okay. For her, you will. For her you must.

Tears were running down your cheeks, it was the one thing the mind control didn’t have control of. It was...weird. Weird feeling such an immense amount of pain, such an immense amount of suffering, and being unable to show it. Unable to scream. You were silent, but your body felt loud, your head felt loud.

For a long minute you couldn’t hear them, you couldn’t even register the things you were seeing, all you knew was pain, everything outside of that was illegitimate.

Then, silence. For a brief, blissful moment before it was gone again. Nat’s arms were around you, and you were shaking, but completely still otherwise—finally, finally, you weren’t hurting them— “You’re okay,” Nat whispered, and how could that concept, in a few moments of agony, become something so foreign. Have you ever been okay before? Have you ever lived without this much hurt?

———-

“Nat,” you croaked, the words shaking almost as roughly as your body. “Natasha, kill me.”

Those three words, said with an immeasurable amount of desperation, were just as much not your own as your body was at this moment. They were said in a moment of pain.

Somehow, Natasha knew that. She knew that. She knows what you look like when you’re experiencing physical pain. It’s been seared into her mind countless times, but that doesn’t prevent her heart from aching as much as it does when you start begging.

“Natasha please, please baby, please. Somebody, please! Before it—”

And then you were screaming, and Natasha hates how it’s even worse than the begging.

Somehow you’ve managed to gain control of your vocals, but your body isn’t yours again, she realizes it when you start struggling against her arms…it’s a terrible thing to realize.

“Stop,” Nat yells, so obviously terrified and raw that half of the Avengers freeze where they’re circling you. “Stop fighting it, it’s okay, it’s okay.” She holds you as tightly as she can, with her eyes screwed shut. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And god, she hates the way it sounds like a goodbye too, but she just knows that even if you could register her voice right now, you aren’t going to listen.

You’re going to keep fighting to protect her and the others, because it’s what you’ve always done.

So Natasha takes a deep breath, in and out, and tries to think about her options. She tries to think about her options with you struggling and trying to reach for your knife, and the Avengers circled around her with nothing but ashen expressions that speak of nightmares to come, and she doesn’t know. She just doesn’t know.

There’s no safe way for her to knock you out for a long period of time, not ones that won’t cause long term problems afterwards, but she doesn’t need any because suddenly your body stops struggling, and stops moving, and you’re slumped unconscious in her arms.

It’s a great relief for everyone until Natasha lifts her hand from your pulse, and says, shockingly and terrifyingly devoid of emotion; “I think she’s going into shock.”

——

Everything is a blur to Natasha after that. She recalls yelling, lights, arriving at the hospital, a countdown of; one, two, three, and then she’s sitting in a seat next to your hospital bed wondering when everything went so wrong.

——

All Natasha hears when she closes her eyes is you screaming in agony at the top of her lungs, and all she feels is the phantom touch of your cold ashen skin against her hands.

You’re okay now, Natasha reminds herself. You’re going to be okay, but there’s something deeply traumatizing and everlasting about the moments where you’re sure everything won’t be—the moments you’re almost sure the love of your life won’t be.

Hearing someone you love beg you to kill them, seeing the person you love most in so much agony, it’s...scarring...but Natasha will be strong. She has to be, because being weak hurts too much, but more importantly; you need her to be.

As traumatizing as the experience was for her, she knows that yours was just as bad—if not worse. You were strong for her, so she’ll be for you.

Like protecting her to you seemed like your only option, even while you were hurting so much because of it, it’s Natasha’s only option too.

So she’ll keep it all together, until you’re back to normal and she doesn’t have to anymore.

——-

Natasha startles when you wake up. She physically startles, because the first thing you do is start sobbing, sobbing hard enough to make Natasha concerned that you’ll start hyperventilating.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asks, up from her seat in a flash to be by your side, “is he still mind controlling you? Are you still hurting?”

You aren’t looking at her, Natasha realizes with a large amount of grief. You won’t look at her, but you’re shaking your head no to her questions, and she supposes that perhaps you are okay—physically.

She wants more than that for you, so she sighs, heavily and sadly— because she can’t protect you from this anymore than she was able to protect you from the mind control—and wraps her arms around your distraught form.

“It’s okay,” Nat mumbles, and then winces and corrects herself because it’s so clearly not. “It will be okay.”

That she is sure of, but you aren’t.

“Natasha,” you force out (Natasha tries not to remember the way you said her name yesterday), “You’re covered in- you’re covered in bruises and cuts...baby, i’m so sorry.”

Your voice cracks on sorry, and Natasha closes her eyes to prevent her own tears from falling. “It wasn’t you,” she whispers fiercely, “i’m not mad at you. Of course i’m not.”

“You should be.”

You pull away from her then. Natasha feels the loss in her heart, she’s sure.

All she wants to do is hold you in her arms and never let go, but with the amount of unjustified shame you’re feeling she doubts you’ll let her.

“Your arm,” you stutter, “did it need stitches?”

Natasha won’t lie to you, so she says nothing—instead she tries to meet your haunted eyes. It’s a useless attempt.

She knows what you’re remembering, and she hates it. “The cut on my neck...it wasn’t that deep. It shouldn’t even scar.”

“I didn’t ask you about the cut on your neck, Natasha.”

Natasha tenses where she’s standing, caught off guard by the loathing in your voice until she realizes that it’s not directed at her, but at yourself.

Your eyes finally, finally, meet Natasha’s. They’re tear brimmed, scared, and unbelievably angry. “I’m going to kill him,” you rasp brokenly, “Natasha, i’m going to kill him.”

——-

Nat says nothing. She just continues to stare back at you.

“He had no right, Natasha, he had no right to do that to me,” your face is crumbling now, anger turning back into devastation in an instant. “Nat, why—why was it me? I—god, i’m so angry, i’m so—i’m so sorry. I’m sorry, i’m sorry. God...what did I do?”

Natasha still says nothing, why isn’t she saying anything? You want to yell at her, you want her to yell at you, you want—you want.

“Is Clint...is he okay?” You ask wobbly.

You remember vividly the moment you stabbed him, and the betrayal on his face, the betrayal on everyone’s faces until they realized you weren’t in control of your own body.

“He’s okay,” Natasha says simply. Then, “the man who did what he did to you...Wanda is handling it. She’s able to block out his mind control.”

“Okay.”

“Can I hold you?”

“What?”

Natasha shifts where she stands, looking down. She’s never looked more uncertain. “You didn’t seem to want me close before...I wasn’t sure…”

Oh.

“Nat,” you whisper, heartbroken, “I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust I’m me.”

Natasha tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and leans down to kiss your temple. You want nothing more than for her to get away from you. You don’t want to hurt her ever again. You can’t. “Oh baby,” she laughs a sad sort of laugh, “you’ve been handcuffed.”

And that, for whatever reason, starts another wave of unreleased tears, but you're laughing now too...if only at the insanity of your situation.

You feel restricted by the handcuffs, trapped in the way you were during the mind control, but you also feel safe. Safe from doing harm, so you allow her, between breaths, to join you on the hospital bed.

She lets out a relieved breath when you do, both because she’s allowed to hold you, and because you’re laughing...yeah it might me a manic sort of laugh, but it’s something.

Something is better than nothing. It’s a start.

——

“Natasha, I can tie my own fucking shoes.”

Nat looks up at you from where she’s crouched by your feet, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Then why’d you ask me to do it?”

“W-What? No I didn’t.” Mind controlled. You were mind controlled again. Fuck—

“Yeah you did,” Natasha reminds gently, “while you were eating your disgusting jello.”

Oh. Yeah.

You release a shaky breath, laughing quietly all the while, because wow. Wow. You’re losing your mind. “I totally remembered that...they just slipped something into my jello…”

Natasha watches you carefully for a few moments before rolling her eyes and getting to her feet. “Tie your own shoes.”

“Asshole,” you mutter bitterly under your breath. Natasha pretends not to hear you and simply presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” she confesses quietly. Natasha’s been saying as much over and over again since you first awoke.

“Now I feel like the asshole. Just go get the discharge papers.”

Finally, Natasha laughs.

——-

You’re healing still, emotionally, the Avengers and Natasha are very aware of that. They’ve been as gentle as they can possibly be with you since you left the hospital a couple of weeks ago, but now—now it’s time for an intervention.

So naturally, you press the big red emergency meeting button Steve hides in his room and force everyone to meet in the living room.

“I’m not sad anymore,” You announce to them all when Wanda asks why the fuck she was woken up for.

The grumbling immediately quiets.

“Well,” you pause, considering, “I...am. Deep down. I’m tryna work through it but it’s kinda hard now that I'm forgetting a lot of what happened.”

Natasha sits up at that, alarmed. “You’re forgetting?”

You wave your hand dismissively. “My mind is blocking it out. I’m traumatized...but pretty okay otherwise.” The others don’t look convinced, so with an annoyed groan you relent. “I’m thinking about seeing Steve’s therapist. You guys should too.”

A chorus of protest instantly comes forward, not to your surprise...but Wanda...Wanda does surprise you.

“I am, too.”

Then Natasha, “I...was actually considering it myself.”

Well then.

“I’m also considering making my own sitcom,” Wanda continues, resting her head in her hand. “What do you guys think?”

“Stick to therapy, Wanda. Stick to therapy.”

At that, everyone comes forward in agreement.

You’re sure, in that moment, that with these people you’ll be okay.

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💋 Warnings: Swearing, interesting references, that gay shit

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I Met Sarah In The Bathroom by awfultune (Slowed)

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((MY QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY EVERYTHING))

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 the kind to drink. Especially in a place like this. The party was raging at your sorority house, and you felt slightly overwhelmed. It was Halloween night after all, and the president of said sorority was making all the girls dress up in Playboy Bunny costumes. 

When you and Megan first heard about it, you scoffed. What in the sexualized fuck? You two weren’t down. But somehow, the other house members found a way to convince you.

Cut back to now, a tray of Jello shots in one hand, your phone in the other. You had been watching men’s eyes glance all over your body all night and you hated it. The exposure of skin, the make-up, the heels. 

You had been plotting with Megan to go into one of the upstairs bedrooms, lock the door and just watch one of the Halloween specials that was most likely playing on a channel. 

Suddenly, a waving figure caught your attention. You looked and there was Megan, an empty tray under her arm as she walked quickly towards you. You smiled, always excited to see her. 

“Jeez, business slow tonight, or what?” she joked, referencing to the full tray of Jello shots on your tray. 

“Yikes, that’s a little embarrassing,” you blushed, finally taking notice, “Guess taking a Jello shot was men’s an excuse to get closer to you, Fox.” 

“Oh shut up, I’m totally over men at the moment,” she rolled her eyes, referencing to the recent break-up with Brad.

Fuck Brad.

He caused her to go into a depressed state. But all the while, you comforted your roommate, making sure she was okay. It was the least you could do. 

Suddenly, you saw Megan jerk forwards, her eyes wide as you looked at who caused it. There stood a douche bag with a Gamma Phi Beta hat on, a grin on his face, looking her up and down. 

“Nice ass, Foxy, you look good tonight,” 

Your blood boiled. How dare he? Especially after all she’s been through.

Megan gritted her teeth, “Shut the fuck up, you absolute slime-ball. Go jerk off some of your friends, why don’t you. Heard you’re frat bros are good at that,” she hissed back. 

“Aww, come on, you aren’t gonna give it up like you did with Brad, huh?”

Brad. FUCKING BRAD.

You had seen enough, dropping the tray, and cocking your arm back. Your fist suddenly collided with his face, his tipsy form collapsing to the ground with a thud, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kicking him. 

Megan suddenly pulled you back once she thought he had enough, and she snapped you out of your funk pretty quick. 

“Hey, hey,” her voice soothed, her hands on both sides of your face, looking at you. 

Your breathing slowly turned back to normal, and you glanced back at the dickhead on the floor. You glared, and Megan turned towards him as well. 

You watched as she gathered saliva in her mouth, spitting it on his face. 

“You wanna go watch a movie?” you asked. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” she gave one last glare to the asshole on the ground before taking your hand and disappearing into the crowd of people that watched everything go down.

.

.

You and Megan were now watching Nightmare on Elm Street with a bottle of wine as the bass from downstairs still rattled the walls. You were cuddled up close together under on big fluffy blanket, laughing when a character would say something amusing or Freddy id said something stupidly cheesy, you would both take a sip of wine.

But all that time, you couldn’t help but feel Megan’s eyes drifting over the side of your face. It made you anxious to know she was watching you. You didn’t even know why she was looking. 

“Why did you help me with the asshole downstairs?” her voice suddenly rang out, making your attention shift fully to her as your eyes met.

You stuttered, and you were too intoxicated to put in your filter, “Because I can’t stand to see you treated like that.” the words tumbled out of your mouth, and you almost instinctively put your hand over your mouth. 

“That’s sweet,” she smiled, a pink tint crossing her cheeks as she looked back at the TV, “I like you, [ y / n ].”

You laughed, “I like you too, Megan,” 

She suddenly shifted, taking your hands in hers as you sat up, “No, I mean, I like like you,”

You knew that Megan wasn’t straight. But never in a million years did you ever think that this day would come. 

But you wouldn’t dare complain. Not with this. Not now. 

“I…I like you too, Meg.” you admitted, and you felt so cliché saying it out loud; putting it out there for anyone who happened to be listening. It felt so good to get that off your chest… finally.

“I think I want to kiss you,” she spoke, her eyes glancing at your lips. 

It all felt like a dream at this point, and if it was, you prayed to god that you wouldn’t wake up before the best part. But despite the fact that you were excited beyond belief, you were hesitant as you felt your eyes grow wide almost out of instinct. 

Megan paused as she looked at you.

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Megan’s eyes searched yours, trying to find an answer with no words. 

Your heart felt like it was going to bust out of your chest. What were you supposed to say to that? Of course you hadn’t. But lord knew you weren’t straight. And Megan knew that too. 

“Have you ever thought about it?” she continued to prod, and the questions made your breath hitch. 

How do you tell the girl you have fallen in love with that you want nothing more than to grab her and kiss her like you’ve been waiting to do since you two were freshmen collage alumni? Or how you scared everyone else away so she could be your roommate? 

You nodded your head gently to her question, and to that, her lips cracked a small smile, which made your heart flutter. This was such a change of pace.

She scooted closer, making your eyes shift down to the intertwined hands, then back up to her eyes. God, her beautiful green eyes could make you melt. 

“Do you wanna kiss me?” she asked, her thumb drifting over the top of your hand, making your head feel fuzzy. With a face like her’s, how could you say no?

Your head nodded slowly, and before you knew it, her lips were glued to yours in glorious chemistry, as you were slightly taken aback. But you didn’t pull away. You wanted this, you both did. 

Your lips danced with hers in perfect sync. Your anxiety melted away, your body feeling calm as you felt you were right where you were supposed to be. Your hands found their way to her waist, making her smile into your lips. 

The feelings you were feeling were almost overwhelming, and there was nowhere you would rather be right now. She was perfect, her smile, her eyes, her lips, her body. You never thought you would ever crave her body as much as you did right now. 

You sighed into the kiss, and her hands went to the sides of your face. 

You then pulled back, even though every fiber in your being was screaming for you to pull her back in. 

“I want you,” your tone was soft, needy, as you locked eyes with her. You didn’t think you had wanted anything more in your life. 

“Then have me,” she muttered, reconnecting the kiss. 

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Get Comfy {C.E.}

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 2K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

A/N: Yes, based on that video. His voice does things to me and this is what happens.

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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Take It All Off

Summary: Chris does not want you wearing another team’s jersey in his house. In fact, he doesn’t want you wearing anything in his house.

Pairing Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Chris (he’s a warning. No plot lives here on Sinday

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Music booms through the lower level of the house, the waning scent of pizza and mozzarella sticks from the earlier hour-long break wafting through the living room. Boxes stacked neatly in the hall, you’re  standing in front of a small tower, searching for one in particular. Turning the stack around with your foot, the black writing on the side comes into view.

You scan down until you find the one with your t-shirts and sweats; you wiggle the box out and head upstairs. “Chris, I’m going to get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Darlin’ we don’t wear clothes in this house,” he yells from the couch, sorting through your books.

You scoff, jogging up the stairs, dodging more boxes on the landing. That man is incorrigible, he’s already tried to tell you he has a “must wake Chris up with sex” rule and a “must sit on Chris’s lap during the game” rule. He already talked you into taking your pants off when the movers left.  

Incorrigible.

In fact, if he could keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes, half your stuff would have already been unpacked. And your shirt would not be covered in marinara sauce.

Who finds eating mozzarella sticks sexy?

 Christopher Evans, that’s who.

He kept trying to kiss you while you ate, causing you to spill the sauce down your shirt. Which led to him licking it off your exposed chest while you playfully fought him off. You smile softly thinking about how he offered to let you lick some off of his chest. 

Three hours into your first day officially living with him and you love him even more.

You push the bedroom door open with the corner of the box, setting it on the end of the bed. Ruffling through it, you find one of your favorite old worn t-shirts, setting it on the top of the pile, you pull your stained shirt over your head.

“Damn,” Chris groans from the doorway, “take it all off, baby”. He openly ogles you, biting his lip. He can feel himself getting hard seeing your soft half-naked body in his room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the shirt in the wicker hamper by the door, you grab your t-shirt shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over your head, “down Chris,” you joke.

Chris pouts, pushing his plump bottom lip out, his bright blue eyes despondently watching your chest disappear under the fabric, “aw c’mon, baby we got an hour before the game, we can finish getting your–,” he cuts himself off when he spots the offensive logo on your perfect body.

You look over at him, brows furrowed at the sight of his narrowed eyes. Chris places his hands on his hips, his black shorts clinging to his ass, his muscles popping out of the dark shirt with the patriots’ logo painted on. He walks to you slowly, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his cheeks.

He pokes you in the middle of your chest with his long index finger, “what the fuck is this?”, he asks, his voice deepening.

You glance down, confused by his sudden mood change until you see the logo under his finger.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, you can feel the resentment and indignation rolling off him in waves. 

And you like it.

Since you started dating, you learned what buttons to push to get Chris to do what you want, but there’s nothing like discovering a brand new one.

You flutter your lashes innocently, keeping your eyes on him, and shrug, “they’re my favorite team,” you bite your lip, pushing his finger away to touch the logo reverently, “I thought you knew that”

Chris glares at you, holding your chin between his warm rough fingers, “since when?”

“Since that time they kicked your team’s ass,” you smirk. You don’t know if or when they played against the Patriots, but when the flush on his cheeks deepens, you know you made a good guess.

“Take it off,” he spits out, leaning so close you could count his long eyelashes, his plump lips almost touching yours.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and retort, “Make me Christopher,” mocking his tone.

God, his eyes burn with passionate fury. That look blazing through you, making you wet and throb so much it almost hurts when you see the veins in his neck pop up.

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