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httpjupiterbby · 5 months
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nat, i’m serious. get the fuck off the floor and come home, the bed is cold. 😡🫶🏼
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chronical-ly · 11 months
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Beyond The Sea
Fisherman!Bucky Barnes x Mermaid!Reader
Warnings: cursing, sexual themes, smoking, slight mentions of suicide, mature themes.
In honor of MerMay
Chapter 2 (3)
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“What the fuck?”
Her black eyes stared back at him, colors swiping side to side every few seconds. She pushed her hand closer urging him to take the body. Bucky was hesitant to take it and did so rather slow, not sure if she would lean in to bite him or not. His finger brushed over her strangely slimy ones causing her to flinch back just a few inches, ready to escape at any moment.
But she didn’t move to return to the water. He wasn’t sure what to do next, the thing from last night was real. A mermaid was laying right in front of him, her eyes slowly mapping his body, going from his legs, his thighs; his torso, and chest. She was studying Bucky like he was the supposed to be mythical creature.
Her eyes paused on his lips. Hers parted slightly, white pointed teeth peeking through the gray. She looked almost human, not as bewitching as the bedtimes stories would tell but she was prepossessing nonetheless.
“Can you… Understand me?” Bucky watched as she tried to match the movement of his lips, as if she was trying to learn. It spooked him a bit, but he spoke again.
“Thanks for uh… Bringing this back.” She did it once more, this time strays of clicks and soft screeches came out. It almost made him laugh, she was smarter than he took her for. Of course they had to be to be seen as nothing but folklore.
“I suppose this is a thank you for saving your life the other night. You’re welcome, by the way.” She moved forward quickly, causing him to freeze in place, her face was just inches away. She sniffed him, taking in deep breaths as she crawled closer forcing Bucky to open his legs to accommodate her large tail as she took his intoxicating scent in.
He let out a shocked gasp when her teeth nipped his ear, the mermaid paused for a second in thought before doing it again but near his jaw line. Bucky groaned, turning his head from her and grabbing her shoulder, she was colder compared to him. “What are you doing?” It wasn’t until now he notice that she was quite bare. Her breast were exposed and pressed firmly against his chest, their body temperatures fighting for dominance and his heart was racing- why was his heart racing so fast?
She knew what she was doing, and she liked the noises the man made and wanted to hear more. Mermen never reacted this way, they never played into Mermaids games or teasings but this human… He was fun. She leaned closer and opened her mouth wider to take another bite just as a trash can fell over behind them, spooking them both. Bucky spun his head around out of fear but it didn’t last long, a cat trotted out from the can with old food in its mouth.
He let out a sigh before turning around only to find that she was gone. Bucky didn’t even hear her leave, no splash to warn him. There was a part of him that was glad she left, he wasn’t sure how far she was planning to go and to be honest Bucky wasn’t sure how far he’d let her.
But he did know he needed to sleep this off and needed to tell someone. Steve would be the best choice. He hoped.
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Bucky paced back and forth, biting the nail of his thumb until it was raw, then he switched to other thumb. It was a bad habit, one his mother never got him to stop no matter how many times she put lemon juice on his fingers.
He didn’t know what to say to Steve, he could see the surprised expression that his brother was going to make already. That stupid smile he’ll try to hide behind his hand as he simply humors Bucky. He was gonna throw up, his nerves were violently churning his stomach, maybe he should call Steve back and tell him not to come over.
And speaking of the devil, the man of the hour opened the cabin door and walked in, holding two cups of coffee. “White chocolate mocha with extra sweetener at your service.” Well now Steve has to stay, he fucking brought coffee without being asked to.
Bucky thanked him, taking the hot drink and hoping the caffeine would somehow level out his nerves. They sat down on the couch in silence for a bit, enjoying their drinks. “As much as I like just sitting here and not talking… You did call me over to talk. So what’s up?” Bucky took a second to gather his thoughts, setting down his cup before fishing out the black alto body and putting it in the middle of the table.
Steve questionably stared it. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Joaquin dropped this in the sea yesterday, something gave it back to me.” That only confused Steve more so Bucky took a deep breath, preparing to sound crazy. “You remember how Carter said he say something drag Freddy down? Uh, I sort of met it, well that may have been a Siren that killed him but I’m not too sure about that yet.”
The silence returned as Steve picked up his cup and took a sip before sighing. “I think you need to make another appointment with Dr. Raynor-”
“I’m gonna fucking punch you, Steven.”
“What do you want to me say?! You’re talking about Mermaids and Sirens as if they’re real, it sounds like to me you’re having another episode.” Bucky ran both hands down his face, if he was being honest, there was a moment we’re he thought all of this was nothing but him starting to spiral again.
No one would be surprised if that was the case, it’s happened before what’s stopping it from happening again?
Bucky shook his head. This was real, she fucking brought Joaquin’s body back, proof that this wasn’t only in his head. He just had to prove it to Steve.
“I know how this all sounds… Believe me, you’re looking at me the same everyone is looking at Carter.” Steve softened his expression, not realizing his face had contorted to such degree. “What if I had some kind of proof, not just this. What if I could show you that she’s real?”
“That the Mermaid or whatever it is- is real?”
The brunette nodded.
And then, so did Steve. For some unknown odd reason, he wanted to believe him. It’s possibly that he was just going to play along and humor Bucky until he realized that he needed help or there was a small part of him that actually believed his brother. “Okay. So show me.”
Bucky nodded once again, now he was trying to to figure exactly how to get that. For all he knows, she’s the first person she’s met face to face. And the way she way scared off by that stray last night definitely means that she’s skittish towards things unfamiliar. Was Bucky familiar to her? Why was she so close to the boat anyway?
“Of course, but she only comes out at night. Or least I’ve only seen her at night, but Joaquin’s alto should be the start.” He pointed at it before standing up, taking his drink with him.
“So we have to wait ‘til night? And where are you going now?” Steve went after him, grabbing his cup too as they went outside, the bright sun almost blinding them before their eyes adjusted.
“Listen, I have a whole plan working out in there.” Bucky tapped his temple. “But yes, half of it is waiting until it gets dark so come on, we can wait while getting breakfast.”
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Their voices were muffled underneath the water, the individual lights casting down moved across the surface as she stared up. But this time he wasn’t alone, there was another human next to him.
She’s seen him a lot, standing besides the other one. He seemed nice enough, whatever that meant, but she wasn’t here for the taller man and he was only in her way right now.
The Mermaid raised up to get a better look at them, her ear fin spreading out to listen in. Whatever they were talking about didn’t sound interesting, the tall one walked inside leaving him outside. Once he turned away she allowed her body to sink a few inches, just enough so she could grab the edge and pull herself up with making sure not to rock the boat as she crept up behind him.
The humanoid creature could smell his intoxicating scent clearly now that she was out of the water, she’s never met something that smelled quite as good as he does.
Bucky could feel her eyes borrowing into his back again but what he didn’t expect was to see her an arms length away, pretty black eyes staring up at him as she held her upper half up. He glanced towards the cabin, Steve could be back at any moment, sure her being here would be enough evidence but if she was watching them earlier and didn’t show up until now… It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t want to be seen by him.
He pulled out his phone and sent him a text, hoping that would keep him at bay for a while but he didn’t shut the device off yet. Bucky’s thumb hovered over the camera app, cons and pros bickering over who’s right and not knowing which he opened the app, making sure the flash was off before taking a picture and putting it back in his pocket.
“What are you doing here?” He wasn’t sure if she could even understand him, but the way her eyes slightly widened said otherwise. She held out a… A spoon. It was kind of rusty but the handle had a intricate design. This time, he took the item from her with less hesitation, a shiver crawling down his spine once he touch her cold hand.
Bucky squinted his eyes at it before looking to her. “Thank you? I-I don’t really know what this means… I don’t think you should be here right now either, didn’t you see, Steve?” She tilted her head to the side. “That guy in there, don’t act like you didn’t see him.”
She jutted her chin up at him, clearly defensive. She understood way more than he thought. Bucky kneeled down, deciding to get on her level, she was smarter than he realized so he knew she would get what she was going to say next.
“These little games you’re playing are going to do nothing but get you caught, I don’t want that and I know you don’t want that.” This time, she squinted her eyes at him in annoyance. He was shocked when she bared her teeth at him, Bucky was taken about, almost offended. The Mermaid pressed her lips together, rubbing them together before sucking in her bottom lip. She was making a ‘fsssh’ sound making him tilt his head in confusion this time.
“Fuck… You.”
He was gobsmacked. Her voice was kind of scratchy and soft but he could still hear her. She fucking spoke, cursed at him even. Bucky let out a scoff before chuckling, she was a moody thing. “Are you serious right now?” He managed to ask though his chuckles as she seemed to give him a nod.
“Okay, well, if you’re just gonna be that way I’m just going to take this spoon and uh leave.” He tapped it on his knee as he stood but she wasn’t about to let him go so quick, she leaped forward and pushed him on his ass causing the boat to bounce as she laid on top of him.
Bucky let out a harsh ‘oof’ as his hands caught her waist, oddly enough the weight of her laying on top of him felt right. He hadn’t realized just how much missed this, someone who was just on him for a quick fuck because the look in her eyes was anything but lust. She was almost in awe, wet fingers pinched the skin of his cheeks.
He would’ve liked to stay longer, maybe even move his hands higher but unfortunately the cabin door slammed opened, scaring mainly her. “What the hell are you doing out… Here.”
It all happened so fast, her ears flared as let out a snarling hiss. She was fast in the water as well as land, Steve barely had time to run before her tail flicked to the side, tentacles wiping out and sticking him in the shine. Immediately, he fell while screaming, pain shooting like fire through his veins as he clutched his leg.
“No! He’s a friend, you know he is! It’s okay!” Steve hadn’t even notice when her hand raised, her claws ready to strike him again but she stopped. Full black eyes receding as she paused, the Mermaid flinched back, looking between both men then staring at sea behind her.
“It’s alright, you didn’t mean to hurt him right?”
“She fucking attacked me! That was an accident!?”
Their voices overlapped one another, it was too much for her to understand but she did understand that she had hurt Steve. It was an accident, truly, she was startled by the door and her instincts kicked in but he didn’t know that, how could he? She stared at his shine, a red patch grew on his skin, welts and boils accompanied by angry marks, she knew how to make him better. “S-Stay away from me! Tell her to stay back!”
“Hey, what are you doing now? Are you listening to me?” She was but they just didn’t know what was happening yet. Her cold hand finally covered the throbbing wound as Steve couldn’t push himself elsewhere, the pain was becoming unbearable now.
Under her palm, a soft yellow light emitted seeping into his skin. Both men never took their eyes off it, the redness reducing in size, welts, bumps; and lightning strikes all reducing in size. Steve’s breathing was normal, no longer erratic as he felt a sense of relief was over him.
She pulled back, eyes switching from place to place not what she was supposed to look at. She’s never experienced this type of emotion before, a painful feeling of humiliation, distress, on no account acting on her instincts has ever done the creature wrong. Until now.
Steve raised his leg to his chest, rubbing over the smooth skin, there was no sign that anything had happened. He turned to Bucky, not sure what to do, but she would figure that out for them.
“Ssorry…” His reaction was lost to her as she scooted away, she’s been out of the water too long anyway, the slime keeping her body moist had dried up. Bucky called out for to wait but it fell on deaf ears, she was gone.
He leaned down grabbed the underside of Steve’s arms, helping stand up. Their gaze fixed at the dark sea, there was too many questions left to be solved and the only one who was able to answer just left. The only thing they could for the moment was retreat to the boat’s cabinet, it was going to be a long day tomorrow.
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*in the middle of a dangerous mission*
Carol: Okay, I'm going out to try to find the idiot trying to destroy the world.
Natasha: Carol, wait!
Carol, turning to look at her: Yes?
Natasha: Just... Just take care out there, okay?
Carol: Don't worry. But... *she steps closer and closer until they're inches apart* If I die out there, just know that...
Natasha: *eyes bright thinking she's going to hear a love confession*
Carol: ... you were the one who convinced me to come here. *smiles like the little devil she is and walks away* I'm going to be fine!
Natasha: *too shocked to speak*
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angelltheninth · 11 months
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Can I request MCU characters if you walked in on them msterbting?
Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!
Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers, King Valkyrie, Tony Stark, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, teasing, blushing, getting caught, being flustered, mutual masturbation, humping
A/N: Wanna try this format for the MCU writing, tell me if you like it.
KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor
Oh please feel free to take a seat and watch the show. There's no embarrassment in this at all, they missed you so much, they were so excited to get home to you from a mission and then you weren't even waiting for them. They couldn't wait either so they helped themselves with their hands, imagination and toys. Your favorite toys too.
STOPS DUE TO EMBARESSMENT - Sam, Shang-Chi, Peter
Your bed is already stained with his cum when he sees you at the door, watching him pumping his cock in his fist. Did you hear him moan your name just now? Oh shit. He... doesn't do this often, he normally has you but tonight he couldn't help himself, he needed release and needed it fast. Wait... you... oh. Your mouth? Yes, please.
WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate
There's nothing hotter then watching you get off while you watch them get off to you. They want your legs spread, your pussy and clit on full display, your nipples hard for them while they encourage you with their words and their own pleasure. Is that all you've got? No, they know you can do better, they've seen it, they've made you do better. Try to keep up yeah?
NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU - Bucky, Loki, Tony
Might have taken things into his own hands at first and was humping your pillow like a feral animal in heat but now that you're here he has something much better to sink his cock into. What's wrong? Don't try telling him you don't want it now, you can't keep your eyes off his dick. As you can tell he needs you bad, are you really gonna deny him this now when you're so wet too? He didn't think so either.
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manhattanminute2 · 8 months
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Avengers reactions to being called straight:
Carol: The fuck, no I'm not.
Maria Hill: Excuse the hell out of you?
Valkyrie: Ding dong, you are wrong!
Wanda: Who told you that? And why did they lie?
Kate: Rude.
Natasha: *punches the person*
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wandasaura · 9 days
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WHAT DID I SAY
summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name
warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni
authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!
know my place
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♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ・ mommy maximoff ✧
Maria – 
The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own. 
Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly. 
“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely. 
Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply. 
The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark. 
“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.” 
A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!” 
Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly. 
“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”
Natasha –
Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone. 
When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper. 
Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers. 
“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder. 
Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure. 
“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!” 
With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!” 
“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.” 
Wanda – 
When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more. 
Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for. 
A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her. 
“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements. 
Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward. 
You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation. 
A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.” 
Carol –
The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open. 
Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her. 
Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her. 
“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants. 
“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away. 
“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core. 
“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.
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togrowoldinv · 2 months
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The Bodyguard Pt. 2
Bodyguard!Natasha Romanoff x Actress!Reader
Natasha is tasked with being bodyguard to you and you two grow close. Maybe too close, but would she dare cross that line?
Note: The long awaited part 2 is here! Find part one here. I hope you enjoy it!
Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist
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“Rule number three: We can’t get too close to each other,” Natasha says. “I have to protect you with a clear mind.”
“Okay,” you say. “But maybe we could break the rules, Natasha?”
“Y/n,” Natasha warns.
“Come on Natasha,” you say. “Why fight this?”
Natasha stands up from the couch and paces back and forth in front of you.
“I have to step down,” Natasha says.
“What?” You ask, standing up. “You didn’t even cross a line! It’s okay, Natasha. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen.”
“I don’t think I can just pretend it didn’t happen, y/n,” Natasha argues. “I have to go. I’ll send a replacement.”
“Natasha!” You call after her, but she is already out of the door.
You sit on the couch with your head in your hands. Natasha drives to the office, fighting back tears of her own.
When she gets there, she finds Carol at her desk. She hands her your weekly itinerary.
“Nat?” Carol asks.
“Take care of her,” Nat replies. She begins to walk away, but Carol chases after her. She grabs her hand and turns her back to face her.
“What happened?” Carol asks.
“I got too close,” Nat shrugs. “We almost kissed.”
“Shit, I’m sorry Natasha.”
“It’s alright. I took an oath, you know. I can’t be her bodyguard now. You’re the next best one.”
“I’ll take care of her, Nat. I promise.”
Carol hugs Nat briefly before she reports to your apartment. You don’t greet her with near as much enthusiasm or politeness as you should. She doesn’t take it personally.
It doesn’t feel the same as she walks you to your car. You realize nothing will feel like being with Natasha did. And you didn’t even date the woman. You zone out on the way to the awards show you are to attend tonight.
“Miss Y/l/n, are you ready to go inside?” Carol asks you.
“I- I really don’t want to go in,” you speak truthfully.
Carol leans up and asks the driver to give you two a minute alone. He agrees and steps out of the car.
“Is this about Natasha?” She asks.
You whip your head around to face her. She wears a knowing look.
“She told you what happened?”
“She did,” Carol confirms. “I hate it for both of you. Nat was really happy, and she is never happy to be security for actors.”
“We got too close,” you sigh.
“What does that even mean?” Carol wonders aloud. “Life is too short to worry about being too close with someone, y/n. Sure, you two should suspend the professional partnership, but there’s no reason you can’t be with her.”
“You think so? She ran out before I could even ask her why not that.”
“You should try and talk to her again,” Carol suggests.
“I don’t even have her real phone number.”
“I have it on good authority that she will be here tonight,” Carol replies. She almost wears a smirk on her face. It reminds you of Natasha’s crooked smile. “And I’m pretty sure the world will be disappointed if their favorite actress doesn’t make an appearance tonight.”
You take a deep breath and straighten your dress. Carol gets out of the car first and helps you out onto the carpet. Cameras flash immediately, and you hear shouts of your name. It all feels a bit overwhelming.
“Just breathe and keep moving,” Carol says.
Your nerves settle as you do all of the required photos and interviews. Once you’re inside, you greet friends in the industry. You catch sight of Natasha out of the corner of your eye, but you don’t see her fully.
The ceremony is decently boring until there’s a loud blast. Before you can even process it, Carol is by your side and covering you with her body. You don’t feel any physical injuries. But it’s another person that lifts you up out of the rubble.
“Natasha?” You ask.
“It’s alright,” Nat says. “I’m getting you out of here.”
“Nat, you’re bleeding,” you say, recognizing the seeping red liquid coming out of her side.
“I’m okay.”
She carries you out of what is left of the building and to the emergency medical tents set up. Nat sets you at one of the tables and turns back towards the building. You reach for her to stay.
“You need help, Nat,” you say.
“Take care of her,” she instructs the EMT.
“Natasha-”
“I have to go get Carol. I’ll be back.”
She runs off before you can get another word out. It’s five minutes before you see her again. Nat is barely moving as she carries her unconscious friend over her shoulder. Clearly, they both sustained life-threatening injuries.
You rush towards where Nat lets someone take Carol from her. She falls to the ground in pain, finally.
“Y/n,” Nat whimpers.
“Help! She needs help!” You yell for someone.
The EMTs are quick to her aid, but she’s already passed out. You sit on the pavement and watch as they tend to her injuries. They tell you they have to take her and the other injured to the hospital. It takes forever to find a ride there yourself.
You burst through the doors and demand to see Natasha. A doctor stops you short of the restricted area.
“Hey, hey, who are you looking for?” The woman asks. She has to place her hand on your shoulder to stop you from barging past her.
“Natasha Romanoff,” you say.
“Okay. Let me find her chart.”
The woman takes forever to scroll through the tablet and find her name. It’s probably just seconds, but to you, it feels like hours.
“She is in surgery,” the woman answers. “I’ll take you to the waiting room, and someone can update you. Follow me.”
You follow the doctor to the waiting room and see a large group of other people waiting there. A lot of people were injured in this accident. Their heads turn when they see who you are.
“Shit,” you mumble to yourself.
You try to escape the crowd, figuring they would realize you’re not in the state to greet fans right now, but they surround you. The voices are loud and jumbled, but you hear one that is different. One that is helpful.
“Hey, come with me,” a woman’s voice says. You honestly don’t even care who it is as long as they get you out of this crowd.
She takes you down the hallway and scans a badge to the restricted area. You follow her into what seems to be a doctor’s lounge.
“My daughter works here,” she says with a smirk. “I’m Maria, by the way. Maria Rambeau.”
“Y/n,” you tell her.
“Yeah,” she says with a small laugh. “Who are you here for?”
“My- um- my bodyguard.”
“Must be some bodyguard if you care enough to be here,” Maria says.
You sit on the couch and close your eyes. You didn’t think you had any physical injuries, but your wrist is throbbing in pain. You sigh.
Maria types something on her phone and then makes you a glass of water. You accept it with your other hand and try to breathe. It isn’t long before another woman enters the room. It’s the doctor from earlier.
“Hey Monica,” Maria greets her. She pulls her into a hug. “How is she?”
“It’s touch and go,” Monica says despondently. “Oh, hi again.”
“Hey,” you say to her. “Can you check on Natasha?”
“Natasha?” Maria wonders aloud, mostly to herself.
Monica nods to her mother and pulls out her tablet again. She regretfully tells you there is no update.
“Can you look up my other bodyguard too? I know she was hurt pretty badly. I don’t know her last name, but her name is Carol,” you explain.
“Actually, that’s who I was just updating my mom about,” Monica says.
“You two know each other?”
“She is- well, she was my partner for a long time,” Maria says.
“Oh, I just met her today. She seems nice, though.”
“She is,” Monica pipes in. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll send someone to look at that wrist, y/n.”
“How did you know?” You ask.
“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Monica jokes. And then adds, “Mom noticed actually.”
You crack a smile and Monica hugs her mom quickly before leaving the room again. Maria sits on the couch opposite you.
“What happened with you and Carol?” You ask. When she hesitates to answer, you say, “Sorry, I just can’t stop worrying about Natasha and wanted to get my mind off of it.”
“That’s alright,” Maria says. She has a comforting yet confident way about her. You can see her being with Carol. “It’s kind of the age-old story. Everything was fine until it wasn’t.”
“I get that,” you say.
“We were best friends, and then we were more. On perhaps the shortest break from a relationship ever, I messed up and got with someone else. Enter Monica,” Maria explains. “I wouldn’t change the fact that I have her, but things with Carol were different after that.”
She continues, “She never faltered, not really. But she wasn’t really as happy. She always had these big dreams. She had a lot of ‘I’m going to save the world’ attitude about her. And she couldn’t save the world if she was stuck in Louisiana with me and Monica.”
“Was it that you two weren’t enough for her?” You ask. “I don’t see myself as enough for Natasha, but I would still risk it all to be with her.”
“No, I think Monica and I were enough. I convinced her to move on though,” Maria says.
“Why?”
“Well, sometimes in life, y/n, you make sacrifices for the people you love.”
Your conversation is interrupted by a doctor coming in to look at your wrist. They explain it’s just a sprain, but they put you in a brace for comfort. Maria promises to wake you up if there’s any updates, so you let yourself close your eyes.
It’s a few hours later when she wakes you. You stand at the sight of a doctor in front of you. You don’t hear anything, but that Nat is okay, and you can come see her.
You follow the doctor down the hallway to her room. When the door opens, you notice how small Natasha looks. To your surprise, she is awake.
“How are we feeling, Ms. Romanoff?” The nurse that followed you in asks her.
“Better now,” Nat says, smiling at you the best she can.
“The pain medicine kicked in,” the nurse tells you. “You can visit for a few minutes but she’ll need to sleep soon.”
You nod. Then you’re left alone with Natasha.
“You’re hurt,” Nat says with a frown.
“Just barely,” you say. You make your way to her bedside. “You saved me.”
“I’d do it again.”
“The doctor said you should make a full recovery,” you tell her.
“And Carol?” Nat asks.
“I’m not sure, but I did meet her family,” you say. “Or I guess what used to be her family.”
“Maria?” She asks. You nod. “That’s good. They’re good for each other.”
“Are we good for each other?” You accidentally ask out loud. “Sorry. I was just hoping to talk to you before everything happened. I really want this. I really want you.”
Nat tries to process your words through the pain and medicine. It’s a lot right now.
“You don’t need to say anything right now, Natasha. Just get some rest. I’ll be here,” you say.
“Thank you for being here,” Nat says. “Do you think- um could you get in here with me?”
“In the bed? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me, y/n,” Natasha says. “Please.”
You oblige and settle against Nat’s good side. She didn’t say it, but you can tell by the way she rests against you that she wants this too.
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Carol: What's Peter to you?
Natasha and Y/N: The reason we wake up every morning.
Wanda: That's adorable!
Peter, their son, earlier that morning, banging pots together: WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
(Bonus)
Peter, still banging pots together: I DEMAND ATTENTION!
Y/N: THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING ELSE, RIGHT NOW!
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The Devil is What You Drink - A Sugar Mommies Drabble
Word Count: 2110
Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!
Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader
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In retrospect, ringing one of your doms when you’re extremely tipsy and walking home alone at 1am, really isn't the best idea. 
But with the wine running through your system, it really doesn’t bother you. 
Natasha picks up after the first ring, voice heavy with sleep and it makes you grin broadly; almost jumping up and down on the spot with excitement. 
“Hi, Natty!” 
“...baby, hi.” She inhales deeply and you can picture her rubbing her eyes. “What time is it? Where are you?” 
“Oh, y’know me and MJ had that friendaversary didn’t we! Five whole years, Natty, can you believe it? How I haven’t killed her yet, I don’t know.” 
“Breathe, love.” 
“So I got home from class and MJ really wanted to go out for a drink and I was like, sure why not! So we went to that cute bar I took you one time - I got that cute flower in my drink, remember it, Natty?” 
“Yes, baby, I remember.” 
“So we went there and we wanted to be fancy again and got wine. Now I know, I know, wine is evil but it tastes so good so it can’t be that bad, eh? So we had like…two…maybe three bottles and just talked about all the stuff we’ve done together, cos’ like, five years is super long, isn’t it, Natty?”
“Yes, baby.”
“And then -” You boot a stray beer can with your foot and send it soaring into a nearby wall. It’s loud, especially in the quiet area you’re in and it immediately catches Natasha’s attention. 
“Baby…I haven’t heard MJ speak the entire time you’ve been on the phone to me…normally she pipes up…where is she, darling?” 
“Well she got picked up by Peter about fifteen minutes ago and the bar isn’t too far from home! So I thought I’d go on an adventure and - ” 
“Stop.” A deep, low voice, commands. 
The order comes so suddenly that it catches you off guard. You cease all words and movements as your inner submissive drops to her knees.  
“So you’re on your own?” Natasha asks. 
“...maybe…I just thought the fresh air would do me good..walk off the alcohol. Clever right?” 
“Y/N, you tell me right now if you are on your own walking through the dark. It’s 2am!”
After hearing your full name you can’t help but bite back a little with sarcasm.
“Well yeah, I - I have to get home somehow duh. I can’t afford a taxi and it’s only around the corner.” 
You hear Natasha rummaging around through the phone as you twirl a loose strand of hair around your finger. 
“Look around, tell me where you are.” 
You do as you’re told. 
“Hmmm…well I see black ‘cos it’s dark…”
“Y/N.”
“Again with the name, gah! Erm, I dunno, I took the shortcut and -”
“You have to the count of fucking five to get to the nearest streetlight, I swear to God.” 
“But it’s all the way over there!” 
“5.”
“I can make it there before you get to two!” 
You take off sprinting, giggling gleefully as you go, one hand pinning your cell to your ear as your other arm sticks out to keep your balance.
Only, it’s you. In heels. In the dark. 
You take the grand total of seven steps before you go crashing down, ankle bending at a near 90 degree angle as gravity takes you to the cement. You scrape your knees and your palm, squeaking upon impact.
“Detka, did you just fall?” 
“Mhm, running in heels is not the way to go. Ouch.” 
You’re lucky there’s no glass.
“Get up for me, can you do that? Are you okay?” When you reply, she continues, “now walk slower to the streetlight. And please don’t fall over any more twigs as you go.”
“That was one time!” 
“One time too many.” 
Limping and grumbling as you go, you manage to get out of the alleyway without any more injuries and cross over to the streetlight. 
“Natty, there’s gum on it. Gross.” 
“Don’t eat it. Don’t touch it.”
You drop your hand. 
“Fiiiine.”
“Where are you now?”
“I dunno, outside?” 
An exasperated sigh reaches your ears. 
“Tell me exactly what you see, Y/N. Be specific.” 
A car door slams shut through the phone as you glance around.
“I see trees…houses…oh the moon! Woah, pretty.”
“If you’ve somehow managed to get to the moon, Y/N, I will lose my shit.” 
“If I take a picture will you see it? It’s so pretty! Carol loves the moon.” 
“Baby, what else do you see?” Natasha gently reminds you. 
“Erm…oh! Oh, a restaurant! Can we go Natty? It looks nice!” 
“What’s it called babygirl, gimme a name.” 
Natasha’s car roars to life. 
“Why don’t you just stalk me, hmm? Be quicker.” You let out a giggle. 
“Because then I’d have to hang up, so no.” Natasha is silent for a second, waiting for your giggles to calm down, knowing her reply just fell on cotton filled ears. “Are you finished?” 
“Maaaaybe.”
“Now,” she warns, “I want you to listen to me because you only have one last chance, Y/N. Give me the name of that fucking restaurant before I spank your ass into next week.” 
“M-Mama’s…” You squint at the flag. “Oh! I think it’s Jamaican, I love Jamaican food!”
“Mhm, I know you do. Do me a favour? Have a look at the menu? Pick something you'd think we’d all like.” 
“Really? Even something like curried goat?” You scurry to the lit up window, eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright lights coming from inside. “‘Cos I had that once and I thought there was a fruit loop in there but it wasn’t - there’s a cat! Hi cat!” 
“NO!” Natasha practically deafens you. “Y/N, do not follow that cat!” 
“But he’s so fluffy! He’s got a big tail, hi baby!” 
“Y/N, it’ll have fleas, no! Do not touch it, stay where you are!”
“But Hedwig -” 
“Isn’t Hedwig from Harry Potter?” 
You stop walking, ashamed that those words even came from her mouth. 
“I let you fuck me with that mouth. Yes! It’s Hedwig! Harry Potter’s owl!” 
“Do you want to watch it when we’re home?” 
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Can we really?”
“Only if you choose something really yummy from that restaurant then, baby girl. C’mon, Harry Potter is on the line here.” 
“But -” 
“Say bye to Hedwig.”
“...bye Hedwig.” Your voice is tiny and it breaks Natasha’s heart. “Safe travels! Drink milk and eat tuna!” 
“God, you’re so fucking cute, baby.” Natasha mumbles. You, of course, miss it, far too busy waving the black cat off. “Now pick us something to eat, we’re so hungry.”
“You got it, boss!” 
“Good girl, baby. You’re doing so well for me. What do you see?” 
You peer close to the menu, bumping your nose against the glass. 
“Hmmm…” You don’t even hear her as the car rolls up behind you. “I dunno yet but I might get served right away, Natty, it’s empty inside. How lucky is that?” 
“So lucky baby, who’d have thought a Jamaican restaurant would stay open until 2 in the morning.” 
“I know right? But I’m not sure what to get! Maybe I should ask someone.” 
“Y/N -” 
You ignore her and go to the door, pulling it with such a force that you don’t expect it to not open. Your grip slips and you stumble back.
“Wha - hey. Daddy the door is stuck!” You go back and try to push it this time, coming to no avail. “My food! Excuse me? I can’t get in!” 
“Y/N, tone your voice down, darling.” 
“No, the food! I can see it!” You actually have tears forming in your eyes. “I want my dumplings! No! Daddy, I need you. Help me open this stupid door!” 
“Daddy’s here, baby.” 
When Natasha’s hand gently takes you by the wrist, you look at her with a pout, unphased that she’s even there. 
“Dumplings, daddy. They’re there, see!” 
She doesn't even look away from you. 
“Yes, baby, I do. But you’re shivering. Let’s get you into the car, hmm? Get all warm before you eat dumplings.” 
“...make sure you tell them they need to fix their door…that’s so bad for service…” 
You all but sag into the redhead as she carries your exhausted body to the car. 
“You’re getting sleepy now, huh?”
“Mmm, so sleepy.” 
Natasha takes her sweatshirt off and before you can even protest, shoves it over your head, enveloping you in her scent. If you hadn’t been so tipsy, you might have clocked her sweatpant and sports bra combo sooner. Perhaps even have drooled. 
You’ve been in the car for five minutes when you finally realise. 
“Woah,” You can’t help but stare at her abs. “I could eat a six course meal off there.” 
“You’ve licked whipped cream off them before, detka.” 
“Yeah well - I - you’re just, damn.” You force yourself to blink. “Someone get me a glass…I’ve just found me a tall drink of water.” 
Natasha rolls her eyes.
“Smooth, darling, smooth. Hitting on me with Disney.” 
“Did it work?” 
“No. But A+ for effort.” 
“Dang it.” 
You pass out for a few minutes, after humming a song from Tangled to yourself. You’re warm. Cosy. Wrapped up in a Natasha scented burrito and it lulls you to sleep. Jerking only slightly when the car door opens and the cold wind hits your body. Natasha - because of course she is that strong - scoops you up effortlessly into her arms and easily moves you both to the elevator. Your neck drops back, a small snore escaping you. 
She has you. You’re officially asleep, safe and sound. Punishment already thought and saved ready for tomorrow. All she has to do is carefully place you on the bed, sneak out to get water and slide in next to you. 
Only, the second your head touches the pillow, your eyes fly open and Natasha’s soul almost leaps from her body.
“Jesus fuck!”
“Dumplings! Daddy, we left my dumplings!” 
Besides you, Wanda stirs. 
“No way, close your eyes and go back to sleep, Y/N. C’mon, You were snoring.”
You pout, tears once again forming in your eyes. 
“But - ” You hiccup. “They’re lonely! They saw me, they knew I was there to eat them and I left them there!” 
“Tomorrow, darling.” 
“No, now.” 
“I will get you all the dumplings in the world tomorrow, if you will just-go-to-sleep.”
You ponder, glossy eyes looking into Natasha’s stressed ones. 
“...that’s a whole lot of dumplings, daddy. Bit excessive actually.” 
“Detka, I swear to God -” 
“Deal!” You giggle. “God I love dumplings. Got a dumpling shaped hole in my tummy as we speak. Riiiight here.” You point to your stomach and Natasha has to stop herself from laughing. 
“Go to sleep and you will get them faster.” 
“...dumplings? What? What’s happening?”
It’s like you forgot Wanda was even there, reacting like a child of Christmas morning when you register she’s right next to you; auburn locks a wild mane around her head. 
“Hi!” 
Wanda’s scream of shock is muffled by your shoulder and you both end up rolling into Carol. 
Who isn’t impressed. At all. 
“Separate bedrooms, Romanoff. I told you.” She glares at the red head who has her face in her hands. “Why the fuck have I been woken up by Y/N talking about dumplings?” 
“She’s drunk.”
“Tipsy!”
“Oh I love tipsy, baby!” Wanda snuggles into you closer. “Hi tipsy baby.” 
“Hi none tipsy mommy!”
“I cannot - ” Carol jumps up out of the bed just in time to avoid being flattened by the two rolling bodies. “Nat, what?”
“It’s a long story.” 
“Tell me tomorrow. You’re on your own.” The blonde walks past Natasha and kisses her before vacating to the safety, and peaceful, spare room. “If you can’t control them, you know where I am. They’ll tire themselves out eventually.” 
“Or order enough dumplings to feed 5,000 people. Get off your phone, Wanda!” 
The other woman looks at her a little sheepishly. 
“But dumplings sound so good right now.” 
“Have fun babe!” Carol shouts. 
Natasha sighs, watching as you and Wanda roll around the bed excitedly. You’re part way through telling her about your adventure, far too sleep deprived to notice her dommy side appearing when you tell her you walked by yourself. It’s quickly squashed down when you mention Natasha’s brave and daring rescue and you mount her legs to stare into her eyes. 
“Dumplings, mommy. We need to get them.”
“We really do.”
With an over exaggerated eye roll, Natasha slams her head on the bedroom wall. 
“I give up.”
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once-upon-a-thigh · 4 months
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Coming soon to a big screen near you…
Introducing a new series; your favourite characters in alternate cinematic universes..
Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader - Harry Potter AU
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I’m so excited for this aaah
Let me know which one you want first 👀
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httpjupiterbby · 5 months
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i have a very important ‘Hope’ question.
Actually think about it, you horny sluts. 😋
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chronical-ly · 10 months
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Beyond The Sea
Fisherman!Bucky Barnes x Mermaid!Reader
Warnings: cursing, description of death/drowning, sexual themes, smoking, slight mentions of suicide, mature themes.
In honor of MerMay
(Play song at this • mark)
Chapter 3 (4)
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The fishermen separated their catch into their respective containers to keep them fresh until later. They were forced to go far out, it seemed like all the sea life were scared off away from their usually resting spots meaning they’d have to stay out on the water longer and go out further than they wanted to.
“The fuck is this!? Which one of you ripped the goddamn net!? Do you know how much that cost!? It’s gonna come out of everyone’s paycheck if someone doesn’t fess up now!” The crew looked to their captain, his face red with anger as he pointed up at hanging net still dangling over the water.
The bottom had in-fact been torn open, the contents it held were long gone. No one said a word as they watched him walk around, jabbing his finger, and blaming each person for practically stealing money away from them by tearing the net and not telling anyone. It started to rain, a few droplets turned into heavy downpour catching them all off guard.
“Fuck this, ain’t nobody mess with net, Jack! Some lobster probably got picked up then escaped.” Marcus pulled up his hoodie and zipped his jacket, he wasn’t about to stand out in the rain arguing with that drunk boss of his.
“Ah! So you fucking did it! I outta beat your ass!” Now the crew was trying to to hold them back, the mixture of thunder, yelling, the rain hitting every surface around them it was loud and chaotic.
A large wave crashed a few feet away, the ripples making their boat follow the rough flow. One of the men slipped, just barely stopping his fall against the railing as he looked out at the sea. With the rain affecting his vision he quickly wiped his eyes and shielded them with his hands to get a better view.
Out in the distance there was a person in the water, from afar it looked like a woman? Then two women, three, four, five, they were all staring at the boat riding each wave, never going under.
“Hey! Hey!” The man pushed off the railing and grabbed the shoulders of his crew, turning them all towards the water. “What the fuck is that?” Everyone went silent, trying to comprehend what they were seeing as the rain created a misty blanket.
“Huh? Do you hear that?”
“Hear what? I don’t-”
“Shhhhh, just shut up for a min.” Marcus huffed and stood still, closing his eyes trying to pick up on what Jack was talking about. As the wind fiercely screamed in his ears there was something hidden in between. A hum. He opened his eyes, those figures were closer than they were ten seconds ago but he couldn’t focus on that, not when the hum became louder adding four more enchanting voices.
•“Is that them? My god…” The men took a few steps forward, wanting to hear more as the ‘women’ opened their mouths and started to sing. It was spellbinding, disarming them, all the anger and annoyance from earlier washed away as they stumbled to the edge eagerly wanting to hear the rest of the song.
But something was in their way, the stupid railing preventing them from getting to their destination. The men wasted no time jumping overboard, one by one they all descended into the icy sea, she lovingly took them in, welcoming each one home. They swam towards the music, ignoring the burning of their lungs and bones as they desperately searched for source until something compelled them to stop.
To let their heavy bodies sink and relish in the fact that they were finally home! Greeted with music and cackling and five bright lights. Marcus felt a hand touch his face, he couldn’t see anything besides the blinding light but it was too dazzling to look away. The hand traveled down his face, resting at his chin as fingers slowly pried open his mouth.
Marcus exhaled.
Air was replaced quickly as water settled in its place, running down his throat, to his stomach; to his lungs, and he invited it all. The light dimmed allowing him to see exactly who holding him. A horrid anthropoid, a Siren, but he had no interest in fighting back as long as the pod continued to sing, lulling them to the endless sleep.
The boat was left to its own devices, drifting and seesawing along as the wave got higher and higher until it engulfed the vessel, letting out a deep groan as the sea wrapped her arms around it, taking another metal beast for her collection.
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“I’m a fucking drowning rat out there.” Natasha hung up her rain coat with a sigh, they dropped the anchor and started locking everything down once a fog rolled in. If the weather kept worsening they would have to abandon the rest of the traps and come back at least an hour earlier the next day.
Bucky chuckled, taking her coffee mug from the dish rack, preparing her a drink as well. “Doesn’t Volgograd have more rain than we do? I thought you would be used to it by now.” Picking up both mugs he made his way to the small couch and sat down next to her as she dried her face.
Natasha silently thanked him. “Doesn’t mean I like the rain. Since when do we hot chocolate?” She took another sip, sighing in pleasure as the hot drink warmed her from the inside out.
“I know, right? I found it in the back of the cabinet I’m surprised it wasn’t expired yet.” The boat sprung up and down, they went along with the motion in order not to spill their drinks.
“Hey, so what’s up with Rogers?” Bucky looked out of the window above the sink, the rain disfigured his view but he could see the man outside. Last night was rough and the conversation that led after was actually insightful.
“What do you mean?”
Natasha raised a brow. “You of all people haven’t noticed how quiet he’s been? Did you to get into a fight or something?” He wished they had, it would be easier than Steve being accidentally attacked by a Mermaid only to be healed by her next, he hadn’t even known they could use magic.
“Uhh no,” he slowly answered, fingers rapping against the white porcelain. “Just talked about some serious shit, that’s all. But he’ll be fine.” If anyone can get over the fact that an actual Mermaid tried to kill them, it was him.
Eventually, the rest of the crew made it inside. Hanging up their coats and drying off, there wasn’t anything to do besides wait for the storm to past or head back to the docks if it got worse. All three men crowded the little kitchen, hunting for something to eat. Joaquin grabbed his star wars mug from the rack but paused and stared at the object sitting on top of the coffee maker. “Hey, is this my alto?”
Bucky and Steve immediately locked eyes as he turned around to the group and examined it. “Yeah this is definitely mine, I scratched the back here- see?” He pointed it out to Sam who nodded in agreement.
Bucky couldn’t believe he left it out, right where everyone could find it no less. “I didn’t tell you? It was sticking on to the anchor, found it when I pulled it up yesterday.” It was a believable lie, one his friends took without a second thought. He felt sort of guilty for lying but what else was he supposed to say?
He looked back over Steve who was know staring down at his leg in thought, he moved his foot around and watched his muscles flex under the pants before letting out a audible sigh. “You sure you’re alright, man?” Sam asked. The attention was back on him, of course they would notice when he wasn’t as outgoing as usual.
“Yeah. Just some shit on my mind but I’ll be alright.” He gave them a quick smile before turning back to his plate of food.
The cabin was filled with light conversation and noise from their phones, it’s only been about fourth minutes since they retired inside and the rain had yet to let up. Bucky made a mental to buy a bigger fishing boat, one that could withstand the large waves without sinking under but don’t try to sleep on ‘The Sea Commando’s’, she’ll get the job the done one hundred and ten percent.
Natasha stood at the sink, washing what few dishes was used. She was in her own little world, her favorite song playing in each ear until red and green lights shot past. She took out an ear bud and looked around confused as to what it was, the question was answered as two other boats sped by blaring a siren and their lights.
She dried her hands and placed her ear buds in her pocket as she walked to back. “Did you guys see that?”
Sam sat up from the top bunk, “more like heard it. Was it the coast guard?”
“I think so.” She looked back at the window, starting to get worried. As if Bucky read her mind, he stood up from his bed and slipped on his shoes.
“Alright, the weather is obviously not getting any better. We better get going. Nat, do you mind raising the anchor?” She nodded as they both put their coats back on before heading outside, the door was ripped from his hand as a gust of wind almost blew over.
Bucky forced it shut as made his way to the control room, he’d only stepped out for no more six seconds and his pants were just about soaked. There was low chatter on the radio as he walked in, turning up the sound he listened to what they were saying while keeping an eye on Natasha.
‘Did anyone see the coast fly by?’
The radio clicked, there was a stale silence before someone answered. ‘Yeah, look like they were heading north.’ So the others had seen them as well.
‘Ain’t that where Jack and his men are?’ Another asked.
‘They said ‘sum about heading out far that way. We were talkin’ not too long when he suddenly stopped answering so I called the coast guards. Ya can never be too careful in this type o’ weather.’ It was Bucky’s turn to let out a sigh, it felt like everyday they were losing more and more people. Unfortunately, death was sometimes the price they had to pay working this kind of job but he would make damn sure none of crew weren’t additions to the watery grave.
Once the red head flashed him a thumbs up and went back inside, Bucky wasted no time to start the engines and head back to shore, the vessel moaned in compliance as it followed his instructions. He was barely listening to the radio as his mind was occupied with getting home but he swore he kept seeing something in the corner of his eye but every time he looked over it was nothing there.
The radio started to crackle and stutter as the signal became weaker, whatever the person on the other end was saying he couldn’t focus on that right now, not with the way they seemed to be losing speed, Bucky peeked over at the gauges to see the fuel line depleting very fast and he clearly wasn’t the only person to notice.
“You okay?” Steve rushed in, yanking the door closed. “Why are we slowing down?” He ran a hand through his semi wet hair as he approached the controls.
Bucky tapped the glass of the fuel gauge. “I think we got a leak.”
The blonde cursed in annoyance. Neither said anything as they let the silence was filled with radio continuously clicked on and off, it didn’t take long for Bucky to figure out what to do next. “Okay, I’ll call the coast guard for help, do you mind going back out there to drop the anchor… Again?”
Steve let out an exaggerating sigh. “Oh my god, want me to rub your feet while your at it?”
“Get the fuck out of here before I punch you, punk.” He chuckled, watching him leave with a smirk on a his lips.
Bucky turned to the radio and switched stations as he kept an eye on Steve. “This is The Sea Commandos, Captain James Barnes, here does anyone copy?” He let go of the button and waited for a response, nothing but the squeaking sound of windshield wipers working overtime to keep the windows clear. “This is Captain James Barnes, we’re in distress. We’re about twenty miles west from the docks, there’s a leak in our fuel line and we need assistance; does anyone copy?”
There was no answer again, maybe the weather was knocking out the signal, maybe everyone out at sea were in trouble just like they were, just like Jack and men. Being fearful, he gritted his teeth and practically slammed on the button. “We are out of fuel and it’s getting worse out here! We need assistance!”
Bucky switched over the boat towing station and tried them a few times, nothing. He switched to another one, no answer. “Once again, this is Captain James Barnes and we’re in need of… Assistance.” Steve was still standing outside, the anchor had already dropped so what was he doing now?
Deciding to switch over to main station he called out to the other fishermen. “This is ‘The Sea Commandos’ and we’ve ran out of fuel, is anyone who would be willing to give pull us back to the docks?” This time someone did respond but their answer was choppy and honestly sounded a bit a sarcastic but he couldn’t worry about that, why the hell was Steve was just standing outside?
“Don’t listen to that… Where are… Pick y’all up.”
Bucky ignored the callback for now, pulling his hoodie over his head before walking outside. He was immediately met with strong winds, the howling drowning everything out as he approached the man, “What the hell are you doing? Come back inside!”
Steve didn’t move a muscle. Just staring straight ahead as if he was in some kind of trance. With no warning he started walking, heading straight for the railing. Bucky immediately stepped in front of him, pressing both hands against his chest. “What the fuck are you doing?” Steve was bigger than he is, sliding him across the wet ground that gave no traction.
Bucky looked into his eyes, they were no longer the vibrant blue as a cloud seemed to dull their color. His back hit the railing, using one hand to stop Steve away and the other to stop from tipping. “Steve? You need to snap out of it!” Just as he felt himself about to go over he mustered up enough to strength and shoved him.
Steve slipped, falling backwards. He didn’t even try to stop himself as his head hit the hard ground. “Steve?” He was breathing but he wasn’t moving. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Everything happened so fast, Bucky accidentally pushing too hard, him falling, the sound of a loud splash and someone grabbing him from behind and yanking him back.
Bucky barely had time to hold his breath as he was immediately submerged. He felt something stab him causing his body to immediately seize up, he couldn’t move, the only thing he could do was force his eyes open no matter how much the salty water stung.
His heart was beating so fast it almost hurt, Bucky couldn’t see anything as he sank deeper; the boney arms latched around his midsection before its hands traced upward. This couldn’t be her, right? No, it didn’t feel the same, he didn’t feel safe. Bucky couldn’t move, this wasn’t like before when she was singing and commanding him, he was paralyzed from head down only being able to move his eyes. He was petrified and his lungs were starting to beg for release.
A hand roughly gripped his face, it’s nails piercing his cheeks as a soft light faded into the darkness. This definitely wasn’t her. It’s face was less human as it sneered at Bucky, full black eyes burrowing into his has the Sirens other hand took hold of head as it forced his mouth open.
He couldn’t stop them, his stiff jaw widening to let out the trapped air. Bucky had always hoped that what everyone said about dying was true, that you’re entire life would flash before eyes the good and the bad. But it never came. He was left to stare the Siren as his body tried to gyrate and thrash once it realized what was happening and still he couldn’t move which somehow made it worse.
Bucky wasn’t sure if it was his vision getting dimmer or the light, maybe it was both, either way this was it. A fitting death for a fisherman. He could’ve sworn that at the last second before he passed out there was a familiar yowl coming from somewhere in the distance.
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I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece)
Pairing: Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will the one to do that
Disclaimer: English is not my first language
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The first time it happens, Carol had a small smile on her face while one of her hands held a piece of cloth to Natasha's shoulder, using the other hand to apply pressure from the other side. Natasha hadn't been shot, but one of the guys they were fighting against had pushed her through a window and, well, she got a small little cut.
"It's not small," Clint had argued after everyone joined the group when the fight was over. "It's pretty nasty, actually."
"I've had worse," was her reply and, well, she wasn’t lying.
Even so, Clint insisted that she put something to stop the bleeding and Steve had betrayed her when he said she looked a bit pale, and that's how Natasha found herself sitting at the back of a van while the team got back to the compound. Clint was driving and, usually, they would be the only ones there because everyone else could quite literally fly around, but Captain Marvel said she would ride with them to make sure Natasha would actually take care of her injury.
The redhead spent the first minute or two just staring at the other woman, wondering why she was there - not just the van, but Earth as well since she wasn’t known for spending too much time on her home planet before leaving again - but her resolve faltered when Clint's reckless driving made an appearance, making her jump when the car hit a hole. She hissed in pain and that's when Carol came forward to take a look at her shoulder. She had to slap Natasha's hand away, though with an amused grin, before deciding she was more fitting to the job of holding the cloth in place.
"It's not half as bad as you're all making it seem," Natasha complained after a moment, although her voice didn’t have the bite to it that she was aiming for.
Carol looked up, all bright brown eyes and a lopsided smile, and her hot breath hit the side of Natasha's face without her noticing it. The Russian woman did, though, and she had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes locked into brown ones.
"Yes, we all know you will survive," Carol teased her. "But I also guess you don't have blood bags spreading around to use if you keep bleeding like this."
"I'm not bleeding that much," Natasha mumbled, only slightly irritated.
"Well, you're welcome."
Carol shrugged so nonchalantly that Natasha couldn’t do anything else other than laugh at the gesture. The blonde seemed content with the reaction she got and her eyes shined like the stars that the woman flew by every day in space. Her smile also widened and she looked smug for a second before Clint hit another hole, making them both jump.
"Guess you're right," Carol said, "you're in more danger of dying in a car crash in the next few minutes than from this wound."
Natasha didn’t reply, mostly because she knew she should actually fear for her life there. That's why she didn’t let Clint drive.
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Alcohol, cotton and antiseptic were involved the second time. They were safe from Clint's driving, but Carol had followed Natasha to the bathroom when their post-fight meeting at the compound ended. They had won, once again, however not without throwing a few punches and being at the other end as well. Carol frowned when she saw Natasha entering the room with Captain America by her side, one side of her face already turning a sickening shade of yellow and purple. Her bottom lip was split, swollen as well, as half of her face was, but the woman didn’t seem even a little disturbed by that.
She endured all the talk, the jokes the boys liked to throw around, and then even helped Tony to set a few things on a computer before she walked out to the hall. That's when Carol followed her, making sure she would do something with her injuries. Natasha entered the hallway bathroom seconds later and, before she could close the door behind her, Carol stepped inside behind her.
"The hell?!"
"Let me take a look at it," Carol said before the redhead could actually start screaming at her.
Natasha, on the other hand, only scoffed as if the idea was too ridiculous to be considered. "It's just a bruise. It will heal just fine."
"Your lip is bleeding," the other woman pointed out without trying to hide her worry.
"Yes, that's what happens when someone punches you in the face," Natasha dismissed with an eye roll. "I'm sure you know."
"I know it can happen, yes," Carol answered slowly, "although I don't remember the feeling of it. It must be hurting, though."
Natasha didn’t answer her right away as she was expecting though. Carol was kind of waiting for the woman to snap again, but Natasha only looked at her with what seemed to be a curious expression on her face before she rolled her eyes again and turned to open a cabinet. She pulled a first aid kit from there and, making it look to be the hardest thing she ever did in her life, handed it to Carol, who just smiled happily at her. Moments later, the blonde was cleaning the blood from her chin with a wet cotton ball while holding her face with the other hand.
While her eyes focused on the injury, Natasha's eyes paid close attention to the superhero. To the crinkle between her brows while she was concentrating on the task in her hands, to the stray blonde hair falling down her face, to the strong shoulders beneath the red and blue suit, to the hands that were callous but handled her so gently. Natasha had a hard time thinking after that and, before she noticed it, Carol was pulling away from her with a smile.
"There!" She declared happily. "I think putting some ice on it will help with the swelling, so you should do that."
"I'm fine," Natasha said and immediately looked away when she noticed that her voice was just above a whisper. "Thanks."
"No problem. Just try to keep yourself in one piece next time, yes?"
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She did try, Natasha could argue, but she was also working for the craziest team in the world and they deal with a lot of shitty situations.
So, of course, the third time happened not long after the day in the bathroom.
This time, she got a concussion after an explosion that threw her back several feet. She got up to her feet pretty fast and made sure she took down some of the bad guys before she could get too dizzy to do so. Steve made sure the fight was over while Natasha tried to hide the fact that the world around her was spinning, but she wasn’t so lucky when Carol approached her, already putting a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay?"
Her voice sounded distant, so very far away that it was almost like Natasha had her head underwater. The redhead tried to focus on the face in front of her - the worried eyes and the lips pursed in a fine line - but there were suddenly two Carols in front of her and it was hard to keep standing. Even so, she wasn’t about to say that out loud.
"Sure." She tried to push herself away, to put some space between them and to prove she was fine, but her body wobbled before she could get too far and, suddenly both of Carol's hands were holding her arms to keep her standing. "Do you work here now?" Natasha asked, trying to change the subject. "Like… all the time? Thought your office was, like, up space."
"The amount of times you said 'like' is all the answer I need, really," Carol said with just a bit of humor. "You need to sit down."
"No, I'm fine."
Which would've been a lie if she ever managed to finish the sentence, but, just as she opened her mouth, she felt the bile at the back of her throat. Carol noticed the way her face twisted and got a yellowish color, which gave her enough time to get out of the way when Natasha leaned forward and let all the contents of her stomach meet the floor.
"Okay," Carol drew the word slowly while her hand kept touching the back of the other woman, making sure she wouldn’t fall face-first on the floor. "Guess someone needs to lay down."
"I don't," Natasha tried to insist, but it only made Carol roll her eyes.
Natasha wasn't able to notice things around her or register the conversations that followed. If she did, she would have argued when Carol told Bruce that she needed medical assistance and she certainly wouldn’t have agreed when the superhero said it would be safer if Carol took her back to the compound. Natasha wasn't okay though and all she could do was grab Carol's arm to stop her from picking her up from the floor.
"I can walk," Natasha said.
Carol hesitated for a moment, looking at the woman up and down twice to be sure. "I don't think you can."
The redhead scoffed. "Watch me."
She took one step forward and then suddenly the world around her began to spin in a way that almost made her puke again. She didn't. Instead, the spinning came to an end when everything went black as she fell.
Natasha regained her consciousness slowly. She could hear a steady beep from a machine that she knew was measuring her heartbeats, she could feel a very uncomfortable bed she was lying on, she could smell the antiseptic. She knew she was in a hospital bed before she even opened her eyes, although she instantly regretted it when the white light above her made her eyes burn and her head hurt.
"Yeah, not very wise to do it now."
The voice came from her right side and Natasha turned her head to that direction before she could stop herself, glaring at the woman sitting beside her. Carol had her legs crossed on a chair, flipping through a magazine, and looking very mundane wearing some normal clothes for once. Jeans and a band t-shirt that looked old and worn out. Even if her head was hurting and her eyes teared up because of the brightness, Natasha still forced herself to look at Carol because… well, she was there and she was a sight that couldn’t be missed.
The blonde flipped the pages twice more before she stole a glance at Natasha. "Try not to move your head so much. It will make you dizzy."
Natasha tried to speak then, but her mouth felt dry as if there were a dozen cotton balls inside it. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on a single movement to wet her lips, although she knew it was useless. When she opened her eyes again, Carol’s attention had gone back to the magazine and Natasha didn’t have another option other than to look at her profile for a while. Her tense jaws, her frowned brows, the lack of her usual smile.
"You mad," she muttered in her raspy voice that made her throat burn and her lips crack a bit.
It wasn’t a question. She knew Carol was mad. It was pretty obvious. Even so, she saw the other woman sigh and close the magazine with a harsh movement before her hand raised to pinch the bridge of her nose as her eyes closed. It lasted just a short moment, but she seemed tired when she looked at Natasha.
"I should call for the doctor to check on you. I kinda forgot how this hospital thing works."
"Why?" Natasha asked.
"'Cus I can't get hurt, remember?" Was Carol's answer, but she was already at the door by the time she said it and Natasha didn’t have the chance to clarify she was asking why Carol was there.
The doctor entered the room alone a few minutes later, smiling politely, and Natasha had to endure several tests that the man wanted to make. He told her she had been out for only a few hours, mostly due to the sedatives, and that it was normal for her not to remember entering the hospital or anything like it. He also explained she had a bad concussion and a wound at the back of her head that, luckily, didn’t need stitches.
"It was a bad motorcycle accident," he commented after making Natasha follow the light at the end of his pen with her eyes for a while. "But you will be fine."
It only took her a moment to realize that was the cover story Carol had come up with since they couldn’t exactly say Natasha had survived a bomb explosion that some crazy dude used to try to stop the Avengers from getting him. So, a motorcycle accident it is. Well, Natasha was glad that most people would fall for any lie without too much questioning.
"Your wife had been very worried about you."
Natasha's eyes met his face so fast that her head spun again. "What?"
The man, who was writing down a few things on her chart, used his pen to point at the door that Carol left before. "Your wife. She had been pacing around the room and driving our nurses crazy with her questions." He didn't seem angry about it, though. In fact, he had a soft smile when he kept writing. "She was pretty scared when she entered the ER with you, from what they told me. Your head was bleeding pretty badly and she had to carry you with something to try to stop the blood."
"She's not my wife," was all Natasha could say to all of that.
Which, of course, earned her a stare from the man. He considered her words for a second, then he shrugged and started putting the chart back in its place at the foot of her bed. "Well, put a ring on it, then. And try not to do any tricks with a bike again, okay?"
He left and Natasha was only alone for a moment before the door opened again and Carol entered the room. "They want to hold you for the night to make sure you're okay."
"No," Natasha quickly replied.
Carol sighed. "I knew you would say that, so I told them we would like to leave. I suppose they're just doing some paperwork for that now."
Natasha felt her body relax a bit knowing she wouldn’t have to stay there for much longer, although it didn't last long when she noticed that Carol hadn’t moved far from the door yet. "What?"
"I'm not mad," the blonde said eventually. "You got me pretty worried."
"Sorry," Natasha mumbled.
"I asked you to stay in one piece." Natasha arched one eyebrow that said way more than her words ever could. Noticing the gesture, Carol sighed again. "I know you have to fight the bad guys and all, but… that's the third time I had to stop you from bleeding to death."
"I was hardly bleeding the other times," Natasha quickly argued.
"Well, this time you were," Carol interrupted her just as fast, her voice raising without her noticing it. She did once the last word was out and the blonde took a deep breath to regain control over her emotions again. "Just… rest for a while longer until they come to discharge you."
"Why do you care?" Natasha had asked when they were walking out of the hospital almost two hours later. She saw Clint waiting for them at the other side of the parking lot, but she didn’t know what possessed her to ask the question.
"Because I care about you," Carol replied calmly.
"Why?" Natasha pressed.
The blonde turned to face her with such serenity written all over her expression that Natasha couldn’t come up with any reply after what she said. "Is it too hard to believe that I just do?"
Natasha didn’t bother saying that no one else in her life had ever cared.
Somehow, she knew that Carol was aware of that.
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The fourth time was a bit ridiculous, if Natasha was the one to say it.
She was cooking, something that wasn’t normal but also didn’t mean the world was ending.
Well, it could be ending because Tony, Steve and Bruce left a few hours prior to some mission, however, they said no one else needed to go with them. Clint had taken the opportunity to go spend some time with his family, which meant that Natasha would be the only one in the compound for the night. That’s what she thought when she walked to the kitchen to open the fridge and see what they had that could serve as a quick dinner. She was looking at a carton of milk, trying to find out if it had expired already or not, when she noticed someone was approaching her.
“Boo!”
Natasha didn’t even blink when Carol jumped inside the kitchen with her arms raised and a large smile that fitted her joyful little prank very well. The blonde froze for a second when she got no reaction from the other woman, but her smile didn’t falter when she walked closer to Natasha.
“I thought I could succeed with that one,” she commented when she leaned against the counter beside the fridge.
Natasha glanced at her for a second. “I am a trained spy, you know?”
Carol shrugged and reached out to grab an apple from the fruit bowl. “What are you doing?”
“Dinner,” the redhead replied as she watched the superhero bite down at the fruit.
It shouldn’t be a sexual gesture at all, but Natasha had to look away when she realized some dirty thoughts trying to break free. Carol was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Actually, anyone with functional eyes would be able to agree that she was beautiful. She was taller than Natasha, her arms filled her suit very well and she just had this energy on her that was hard to miss. She wasn’t wearing her suit that night, though, choosing a sleeveless tank top and loose sweat pants, with her hair pulled in a ponytail and bare feet touching the floor without a care in the world. The fact is that Carol Danvers was a gorgeous woman and Natasha had eyes, thank you very much, but the biggest problem was that they had been spending more time together since the blonde seemed to decide she would stay on Earth for a while. She wasn’t just gorgeous, Natasha didn’t take too long to notice. Carol was smart, brave, compassionate, charming, sarcastic and fun to be around. She could put up with Natasha’s smart mouth and they spent several nights playing chess or checkers, something that was way more fun than it should be.
It all meant that now Natasha was finding the act of eating an apple way sexier than she should and it bothered her so much that she had to look away and grab something else inside the fridge.
“Oh, sweet!” Carol exclaimed after she chew. “You’re making dinner?”
“Are you hungry?” Natasha asked instead of saying she was planning on eating whatever she found inside the fridge.
“Yeah!”
And that’s how Natasha found herself cutting things at the long-forgotten cutting board that she was sure Pepper put there for them. Carol tried to help at first, but Natasha took the knife from her hand when the woman accidentally cut through the first cutting board. After that, she sat at the counter again, as if the kitchen didn’t have dozens of chairs for her to do it, and chatted with Natasha while the other woman took care of everything.
“What are you going to do?”
“A Russian typical dish,” Natasha answered. “Raw fish with uncooked potatoes.”
Carol blinked. “Uh-”
The shorter woman looked up with a teasing smile. “I’m messing with you.”
“Oh,” Carol breathed out in relief, putting her hand against her chest when a laugh escaped her lips. “Wow, for a second I thought you were trying to kill me.”
Natasha shook her head in amusement and returned to her task of chopping some parsley. “I’m sure you ate worse things during your trips.”
“Well, yes, but I have high hopes here,” the superhero joked. “So, really, what are you cooking?”
“Golubtsi,” Natasha replied in perfect Russian to someone that didn’t even have an accent. “It is typical from Russia, actually. I think you might like it, but I will warn you that I haven’t cooked this dish for a very long time.”
“I’m sure it will taste great,” Carol said with a soft smile as she watched the woman.
“You made me curious,” Natasha changed the subject suddenly. “What’s the worse thing you ever ate?”
Carol thought about it for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger, before she looked back at Natasha with a grimace. “Not the worse, but the weirdest. Tentacles.”
The redhead arched one eyebrow at her. “Tentacles?” She repeated, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Of what?”
“To this day, I have no idea.” Carol’s face contorted in disgust and a visible shiver ran down her body, which made Natasha laugh lowly. “And I think it’s better if I never find out.”
“Poor Space Cadet,” Natasha teased as she moved to put the parsley inside a bowl so she could cut the onion.
“Space Cadet,” Carol scoffed even if she smiled widely at the stupid nickname.
Natasha only smiled to herself and moved to grab the onion, however, she stopped herself when she saw the jar of olives she took from one of the cabinets. She forgot about it before because her plans included eating the olives while she cooked, so she decided to open it now. Natasha used a cloth to dry her hands and then tried to spin the metal lid to open it, but it didn’t move even slightly. She knew she could open it, really, but her eyes caught Carol just sitting there kicking her legs like a small child and it was an easy decision. The redhead walked closer to the superhero and held the jar in front of her.
“I know I can use warm water to lose the lid and open it, but you’re here and I think you can be a perfect jar opener,” Natasha said before she gestured with the jar when Carol didn’t move to grab it.
The blonde then took it from her hand with an eye roll and had no problem opening the jar with a single movement that didn’t even make her muscles tense. She handed it back to Natasha, who was now smiling gladly at the open jar, and crossed her arms next. “Is that all I am to you?” She joked.
“No,” Natasha answered with an olive already inside her mouth. “I’m pretty sure you could open the tomato sauce can too.”
Natasha winked at her, smiling, then turned around to put the olives inside a small container while Carol huffed, trying to pretend she was mad. The Russian woman had just grabbed the knife again when she realized how domestic it all seemed. Carol watching her cook, opening a freaking jar for her, laughing at her lame jokes and just being there with her soft smile. And Natasha was cooking for her. And she thought about a dish that the woman would like, and she wanted to make small talk, and she wanted to find out everything about Carol Danvers.
Because she liked her.
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the knife descended to cut the onion, finding her finger instead.
“Fuck,” Natasha hissed, letting go of the knife and the onion out of instinct as she took a step back to take a look at the damage.
Before she could, however, Carol jumped from the counter and was standing in front of her so fast that Natasha barely noticed her move. “Let me see,” the woman demanded, all joy gone from her voice.
She held Natasha’s wrist gently, praying for her to let her see, and the redhead didn’t have to think much before letting the woman take her already bloody hand in her own. The cut on her index finger wasn’t that deep, but blood was running freely from it and the burning she felt couldn’t be ignored. Carol tried to look at it for a while, but the blood didn’t let her assemble how bad it was, so she pulled Natasha towards the sink carefully, where she turned the faucet on and put Natasha’s finger under the running water.
“Sorry,” Carol mumbled when the other woman hissed again. “Just making sure you didn’t cut anything important.”
Natasha bit her bottom lip to stop herself from replying, deciding it was better not to try to fight the worried Carol since it didn’t do her any good the other times she tried. Carol only relaxed when the blood cleaned enough for her to see that Natasha hadn’t accidentally almost chopped her finger off and that it wasn’t so bad that she would need stitches. She actually sighed in relief and her shoulders relaxed so visibly that Natasha stared at her with her eyebrows raised.
“It won’t stop bleeding until we hold something on it,” Carol said after a while, already looking around to find something she could use. She finally saw the paper towel at a reaching distance, which she promptly grabbed to take a few from the roll. She took Natasha’s hand from the water and wrapped her finger with the paper towel, holding it tightly. “Come on, let’s make a bandage.”
“There’s no need for that,” Natasha stopped her before she could start pulling her towards the bathroom. “It will stop in a few minutes.”
“It could get infected,” the blonde argued.
Natasha looked at her with both brows raised high. “I thought you forgot how to take care of wounds.”
When Carol’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, Natasha just knew her answer would mean something. “I made some research,” she mumbled under her breath before giving Natasha’s arm a gentle pull. “Come on, let’s at least put a band-aid at it. Humor me,” she added when she noticed the other woman was about to deny it again.
It was perhaps the way her lips curled up again, but Natasha found herself agreeing with that even if she thought it was ridiculous. They walked to the bathroom where Carol grabbed the first aid kit that she knew was there, all while Natasha watched her moves carefully as if she was trying to understand something or crack one of the difficult codes she used to hack computers with. Carol tried not to pay attention to that while she grabbed something to clean the wound first.
“That’s the fourth time you bleed in my presence. I’m starting to pick up a pattern,” Carol joked to break the sudden heavy mood that fell on the room.
“Is that why you made research?” Natasha asked quickly.
Carol opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly not sure how to respond to that, until she sighed and shrugged. She took the bloody paper towel from Natasha’s finger to put it under water again while she put the antiseptic on the cotton. “Well, I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to know a few things. I mean, I knew, I just had to remember. It has been a while since I needed stitches or a bandage.” She paused then, refusing to take her eyes away from the injured finger. “Humans are very… vulnerable.”
The last sentence was said in a whisper and Natasha wasn’t sure if she was supposed to hear that or not. She did, however, she had no idea how to reply to that. It wasn’t exactly what Carol said, but how she said it. Natasha knew from her late-night conversations with Carol over the chessboard that the blonde could only worry about the safety of her family while she was away in space, so she could assume that the superhero wasn’t talking only about herself getting constantly injured while Carol was around. Even so, it did seem like she was. Natasha averted looking at the other woman’s face when her stomach churned and it was only then that she realized Carol’s hands started to shake at some point.
“I’m going to be fine,” Natasha said. “It’s just a small cut, you know?”
When Carol looked up, Natasha offered her a smile that was equally reassuring and amused. The blonde held her breath for a second before she chuckled and turned to grab a band-aid. “Sorry. Guess I’m still a little shaken after taking you to the hospital,” she teased while placing the band-aid in the right place. “There you go. I’m not a doctor, but I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be just fine.”
“I told you so,” the Russian declared without removing her hand from Carol’s grasp. “You didn’t need to worry.”
“But I do.” Carol frowned and looked down. “I know you’re a very strong, capable woman that could probably kick my ass if you want to, but…”
Natasha waited for the rest of the sentence, but it never came. Instead, Carol brushed her finger over the band-aid. The shorter woman followed the movement with her eyes before she raised them to look at the woman standing in front of her. She wouldn’t be able to explain what possessed her to do it, but Natasha suddenly leaned forward. The tip of her nose brushed against Carol’s and she gave the woman enough time to stop her if she wished. Carol didn’t and she understood that as a sign that it was okay to keep going.
Their lips met in a soft touch that made Carol gasp. Natasha smiled into the kiss when she heard it and the smile quickly became a giggle, a sound that the redhead didn't make very often. Carol ended up laughing as well and their lips parted. Feeling giddy with the sudden feeling that rushed through her body, Natasha turned her head enough to rest her forehead against Carol’s shoulder. The blonde curled her strong arms around her waist, pulling their bodies closer, and Natasha felt the woman’s chest vibrate with another quiet laugh.
"It took you long enough to do that," Carol whispered.
Natasha felt her face heating up. "Why was I the one that needed to make a move, huh?"
"Because I didn't want to be punched in the face, that's why," the superhero replied.
Natasha sighed then and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out everything that had happened, but her mind was immediately filled with doubts and fears. She couldn’t help but mumble: "What are we doing?"
Carol delicately nudged Natasha away so she could look at her face. It was either her bright eyes or the happy smile she was holding, but, whatever it was, Natasha felt some of her worries washing away. "Well, we were making dinner, remember? And I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
"You're right," Natasha replied with a smile of her own. "Let's go back."
They walked back to the kitchen silently. They weren't holding hands and they didn’t kiss again, however, Natasha felt like something major had changed between them. It didn't make her uncomfortable, not even when she noticed Carol stealing glances at her while they walked. It made her grin, though, and she tried to distract herself by picking up the knife on the counter again.
"No, no, no," Carol stopped her quickly, taking the knife from her hand and nudging her to the side. "You need to take care of that finger of yours. I can handle it."
Natasha arched one eyebrow at her and placed both hands on her waist. "Not to be a jerk, but I don't think you can."
Carol laughed loudly this time. "I can!" She insisted, nodding. "Just give me the instructions and I will make it work."
"Please, don't destroy our kitchen," Natasha pleaded as she took a step back. To be fair, she was sure they would end up eating instant noodles because Carol wouldn’t be able to make anything, but she thought it would at least be fun to watch.
So, getting ready for the show, Natasha placed both hands on the counter behind her and pushed herself up, sitting in the same place Carol was before. For the next hour or so, she explained step-by-step the recipe to the blonde all while trying to make sure the entire compound wouldn’t be blown away.
"Taste it," Carol asked, coming closer to her with a spoon in her hand, putting the other hand beneath to make sure it wouldn’t fall on the floor.
Natasha let the woman put the spoon inside her mouth and felt a blush rising from her neck when Carol placed a hand against her tight, watching her expectantly for the verdict. "This is not bad," the redhead declared after a few seconds. "But it needs more parsley," she added.
"On it!" Carol exclaimed, already meaning to turn around to chop more of the parsley that was left, but Natasha quickly stopped her by wrapping her legs around the woman’s hips. Carol froze for a second, wide eyes and open mouth. "Oh."
Natasha only smiled when she put her hand on the back of Carol's neck to lean her in for their second kiss. It lasted longer than the first one, enough so that Carol found a place standing between Natasha’s leg to stay while both of her hands rest on the woman’s thighs, at the same time her lips seemed to tingle in excitement. Natasha kept her hand on Carol’s neck and her other arm thrown over her shoulder lazily, but her ankles crossed behind the blonde and her heart was beating way faster than it should be.
Now, Natasha wasn’t the romantic type. She didn’t believe in the type of love that could move mountains and oceans. Neither did she believe in kisses that made someone see stars behind her eyes. She did, however, felt her entire body buzz with something while her lips danced with Carol’s, the shiver that ran down her spine when their tongues met and the warmth getting lower into her body as Carol’s hands started moving forward.
It made Natasha think why on Earth it took so long for that to happen. She couldn’t remember why she had tried to keep her distance from Carol, why she was scared to feel anything when she saw the woman laughing across the chessboard, why she was trying to run away. It was hard to remember any of that when, at that moment, all she wanted was to get closer. Closer and closer and closer.
The tip of Carol’s hands had just touched the inside of her thigh when Steve’s deep voice was heard all across the compound and the two of them jumped apart so fast that it was like they burned each other. Natasha jumped from the counter while rubbing at her lips with the back of her hand, even if Carol wasn’t wearing any lipstick for it to be smeared all over her face. She didn’t allow the blonde to say anything, though, because she turned around and left the kitchen so fast that she nearly bumped into Bruce on her way out.
 
[...]
It was a bad idea.
Terrible.
She made a list, which sounded a bit idiotic of her, but it helped her to think more clearly.
Well, it became quite clear that it was a terrible idea.
For one, Carol traveled a lot. Which, okay, fair, it was a stupid reason because all of them traveled a lot, to be fair, but they traveled on Earth. Carol took her spaceship - or whatever she wanted to call it - and she flew across the galaxy jumping from one planet to another. She had been doing that for decades. She was barely on Earth at all, which made her constant presence at the compound the last months ever weirder, but that part didn’t make it to the final list.
Carol was also old. Well, that wasn’t the problem per se because Carol didn’t look a day older than thirty, and that was the thing. Carol wasn’t a normal human, not anymore. She didn’t age like everyone else. It would come a time when Carol would still be young and energetic while all of them - except for Thor - would be all wrinkled and grumpy.
And, fine, those were the only things Natasha could think to put on the cons list, but they were big deals. Huge, she reasoned with herself. Which meant that she ignored Carol for the next two days like she had an alien plague or something. She moved out of the way, she avoided being in the same room as her, she stayed more time inside her room and she didn’t wander into the training room because she knew that’s where Carol spent most of her days. Instead, Natasha locked herself inside the computers room with Tony and tried to think about anything else.
It, of course, didn’t explain why, on the third day, she found herself walking angrily toward an oblivious Carol standing across the yard while putting a few things inside her ship.
“What are you doing?!” Natasha exclaimed, still several feet away, which made the other woman jump a bit in surprise.
“Uh-” Carol looked around in confusion as she watched the shorter woman striking at her like a very, very, very, angry train. “Putting clean socks inside the-”
“Why?” Natasha interrupted her as she finally stopped in front of the woman.
Carol glanced at her, then back to the socks she had in her hands, before setting on Natasha again. “Because all the other ones are dirty?”
Natasha huffed. “So, you’re leaving?”
“Well, I suppose,” the blonde answered hesitantly.
“That’s great,” the Russian sarcastically scoffed. “That’s exactly what I was avoiding before.”
“What?”
“This!” She motioned with her hands at Carol. “All of this!”
Carol looked down at herself in such an innocent way that Natasha felt her heart pang inside her chest. When she looked up again, Carol had a frown and clear confusion written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Nat. I don’t understand.”
“You’re leaving.” Natasha very suddenly lost all fight inside herself. Her shoulders dropped, as did her voice, and she looked up at Carol so lost that the blonde took a step toward her. “You’re leaving,” she repeated in a whisper.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Carol confessed equally quietly.
“Why would I want that?”
“Because you have been avoiding me for days now.” The superhero raised one eyebrow in questioning. “I thought you wanted me to be gone.”
Natasha sighed heavily and raised her hands to grab a handful of Carol’s suit. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to push the woman away or pull her close, and, in the end, she did both. “I don’t want that.”
“What do you want, then?” She didn’t get a reply. All the redhead did was shake her head and look down, which made Carol take a deep breath before gently placing her fingers under Natasha’s chin to make her look back up. “Nat…”
“I can’t ask you to stay,” the woman admitted with sorrow clear in her voice. It made Carol’s heart break into small little pieces. “I can’t ask that from you. It would be selfish of me, because you love the space. You’re the Space Cadet.” She said the last line with a small smile.
“I can’t ask you to go with me,” Carol replied. “Your family is here.”
“But do you?” Natasha looked up with her eyes shining with what appeared to be tears she refused to drop. “Do you want to ask me to go with you?”
Carol nodded without having to think about it first. “I wouldn’t want anything else,” she declared. “I stayed here because I didn’t want to stay away from you.”
“Why?”
This time, Carol smiled. “Is it too hard for you to believe I just wanted to?”
Natasha sighed and shook her head in exasperation. “Yes because the most exciting things around the last months were you keeping me from bleeding around.”
“You are very frail, you know?” The blonde whispered after a pause and her hand raised to rub at the scar left on Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re powerful and dangerous, but you’re also human. I’m afraid something will happen to you and that I won’t be able to do a single thing about that.”
Maybe that’s what was on Carol’s list, Natasha thought to herself. It made her think if Carol even thought this through before deciding she wanted to spend more time with Natasha because that lead both of them with a lot to lose and not much to be done about it.
“In our world,” Natasha started after she looked too long into Carol’s eyes, “where anything can happen at any time, I think we should all live our lives to the best of it.” She paused to let her words sink in, but also because she was repeating those words inside her head over and over again. “I won’t ask you to stay,” she repeated.
“That’s okay,” Carol replied quietly. “You don’t have to. I’m offering to.”
“And, just so you know, I’m not usually that clumsy.”
Carol chuckled now, curling her arms around Natasha’s waist without a care as to who might see them. “That's a relief to hear, actually. If we’re making confessions, you should know I snore.”
Natasha’s laugh filled the space around them and Carol was sure she made the right decision.
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Summary: It’s the most wonderful time of the year. You and Natasha are off to the annual Stark Christmas Party. Little does the team know that a special surprise awaits them.
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: None
A/N: This is part 2 to Happy Thanksgiving! I recommend reading it first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. I hope you enjoy!
“Be down in a minute, malyshka!” Natasha called from your bedroom. 
You were standing in the kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar topped with chocolate sauce. A “homemade Reese’s” you dubbed it. Your first pregnancy craving that had Nat popping down to the corner grocery store at 2 am for the dynamic duo of ingredients. 
“No worries, love!” Already dressed for Tony’s annual Christmas party at the compound. Clad in a green Sequin-Lace Halter Twist-Neck Jumpsuit, your baby bump beginning to show. 
The click of Natasha’s high heels signaled her arrival a few moments later in a sleek long-sleeved red scoop-back midi dress that hugged her in all the right places. 
“Wow, Nat. You look beautiful. Red is most definitely your color.” 
“So you prefer it over the black,” she smirked as she put on her earrings.
“I didn’t say that now, did I,” with a wink.
“The baby enjoying its homemade Reese’s?” grabbing her clutch. 
“Very much! I was thinking,” Putting away the chocolate and peanut butter. “Tomorrow we could make fudge!”
“Ah, because the baby has such a sweet tooth?” 
“Yes,” you giggled.
“Well, whatever the baby wants, I suppose,” wrapping her arms around you in a loving embrace before leaning down and kissing your stomach.
“You ready to drop the baby bombshell tonight?” Patting the top of Nat’s head. 
“Yes, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous,” sighing as she stood up. These are the same people who freaked out when they found out Clint had a family. How are they going to handle this?”
“Like the amazing aunts and uncles they were meant to be,” grabbing Natasha’s hand. “Plus, I think announcing it with the Christmas crackers is a cute idea.”
“I hope so,” placing a soft kiss against your lips. 
“Frankly, I’m more surprised Yelena hasn’t blabbed yet.” 
“Oh, that’s because I warned her if she told anyone I would make her run with me every morning at 5 am until the baby is born.”
“Well played,” high-fiving your wife. 
“Thank you,” she smiled. “Now come on, let’s go get our holiday cheer on.” 
*^~^*
The drive to the compound was even more beautiful during the holidays. A light snow fell as you passed house after house dressed in beautiful Christmas lights. Natasha placed her right hand on the center console. You softly intertwined your fingers with hers and placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. 
You are greeted by a rush of warm air upon entering the compound lobby. Natasha shook the delicate snowflakes out of your hair and off your coat. You both step onto the elevator and are welcomed by the soothing voice of FRIDAY. 
“Merry Christmas, ladies. Welcome to the annual Stark Christmas party.” 
“Merry Christmas, FRIDAY. How’s the party so far?” You asked as the hum the elevator carried you up to living quarters.
“The party is in full swing. Mr. Stark is currently treating guests to a medley of Christmas carols.
“Of course he is,” you giggled.
“You know he only plays that baby grand piano when he gets a bit tipsy,” Nat said. “When we got home from our month-long undercover mission in Romania, he celebrated on the jet and then made us all listen to his rendition of Dancing Queen.”
“Aww, and I missed it!” Feigning disappointment.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to joyous noise and laughter. An abundance of greens, reds, gold, and silver flashing here and there, adding opulence and brightness. Classic poinsettias tied in tradition, and shiny bows and foiled paper glistened under the 12-foot tall Noble Fir Christmas tree, inviting their recipients to sneak one open before the actual day.
“Hey, the Romanoff’s are finally here!” Clint exclaimed as his kids rushed over to both of you.
Nate jumped into your wife’s arms as you hugged Lila and Cooper. It seemed like every time you saw the Barton kids they had grown a bit more. It was thanks to Banner and Cho that you were carrying a child that would be half yours and half Natasha’s. Looking at Clint and Laura’s kids and how they resembled their parents, you couldn’t wait to see what features your little plum would inherit from each of you. 
“How’s my little namesake?” Kissing Nathaniel’s cheek. Have you been practicing the punch and kick combinations I taught you?”
“Practicing the what?” Laura asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, nothing,” Natasha smirked as Nate giggled. 
“You two look great, I love the green and red thing you’ve got going on,” Clint said.
“Thank you. Lovely Christmas sweater by the way. I especially love Rudolph’s glowing nose.” you pointed.
“Hey, the Barton’s are the cream of the crop when it comes to ugly Christmas sweaters.”
“Clearly,” Nat teased.
“I’ll take your coats,” Cooper offered.
“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” you winked at Laura as you handed him yours and Natasha’s pea coats. 
You scanned the room and noticed Wanda putting the finishing touches on trays of Christmas cookies. You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder and motioned toward the kitchen. She gave you a quick nod as you meandered over to the counter. 
“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda… what do we have here?”
“Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” wrapping you in one of her signature hugs that you loved so much. “This is my parents’ Christmas cookie recipe,” she proudly declared. “I convinced Tony and Pepper to let me handle the desserts this year. So, we’ve got cookies, the Viennese torte is in the fridge and the pumpkin pie is cooling.” 
“Wow, you have been busy,” you smiled. “Anything I can do to help?” 
“Yes, you can take a cookie and go mingle. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” handing you a charming little cookie decorated like Santa. You took a bite and couldn’t believe it. It was the best cookie you had ever tasted.
“Mhmm, Wanda! This is amazing.”
“That is why I will always vouch for homemade over store bought goodies. Now seriously, go mingle,” shooing you away.
You turned back around to see your wife sitting by the fireplace talking to Steve, champagne in hand. As you started to across the room you were intercepted by a festively-dressed Kate and Lucky.
“Y/N! Hey, oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?” 
“I’m good! I see you and Lucky are enjoying the party,” petting the Golden Retriever.
“Absolutely, say hello to Santa Paws and Mrs. Claus!” Kate exclaimed. Unfortunately, we’ve lost Yelena. She’s our elf,” glancing around the room.
“Wait, Yelena’s dressed as an elf?” Eyes wide. “Oh, that’s fantastic.”
“Yeah, if you see her will you send her our way? We’re supposed to be taking the photo for our holiday card tonight.”
“Nothing would make me happier,” you smirked with a hand on Kate’s shoulder.
You bid the young archer and pooch farewell and rejoined your wife.
“Hey, deka,” Wrapping her arm around your waste. 
“Y/N, I was just telling your wife that she needs to find her holiday spirit and come Christmas caroling with us next week,” Steve said.
“Natasha singing? I’m not sure that would be good for community morale,” you joked 
“Says the woman who performs one woman tributes to Harry Styles in the shower?” Nat giggled.
“Hey, my rendition of Sign of the Times is highly praised, I’ll have you know.”
Tony and Pepper join your little huddle with Morgan in tow.
“Romanoffs! You have to try this Hot Buttered Rum,” Tony remarked.
“Oh, I love Hot Buttered Rum, but I think I’ll stick with sparkling cider tonight,” you said “Nat would probably love some though, right, love?” 
“Sure,” grabbing the glass from Tony’s hand as Steve looked back at you curiously.
You peered down at Morgan who was sitting on the ottoman next to the fireplace. Ever since you found out you were pregnant you were drawn to children like never before.  
“Hi, sweetheart! You look so pretty tonight,” kneeling down to the little girl’s level.
“Thank you, Aunt Y/N,” she grinned.
“Are you excited for Christmas? You are clearly at the top of Santa’s nice list this year.”
“Really?!” Morgan squealed.
“Oh, absolutely, I have a feeling the man in red is going to be very good to you this year,” you winked. 
“Did you hear that Daddy? Aunt Y/N said that I’m on the top of the nice list!”
“I sure did, squirt. I didn’t realize Aunt Y/N was so tight with St. Nick,” eyeing you coyly.
“Oh yeah, we’re on a first name basis. I’m surprised you’re not?” Smirking at the billionaire. You loved Tony like a brother, but you enjoyed giving him crap.
“Trust me, Mrs. Romanoff, I’m much closer to Santa than you are.”
“Really, do you have a direct line to the North Pole?”
“Are you having milk and cookies flown in from Holland? Because you know those are his favorite,” raising an eyebrow at you.
“Ooookay, that’s enough,” your wife placing hands on your shoulders from behind. “You both know Santa. You both have giant egos. Merry Christmas,” Nat mocked. Come on Tony, let’s go grab some hors d'oeuvrs for our better halves. I’ll be right back, detka,” leading the billionaire toward the kitchen. 
You couldn’t help but admire Natasha as she walked away. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at you with all the love in the world. You just about melted right there in front of the fireplace. Snapping out of your love daze, you noticed Pepper grinning at you.
“What?” 
“Oh, nothing. I just can’t help but notice how glowing you look tonight,” as Morgan pulled her away towards Clint’s kids and Steve strolled away to join Bucky in conversation with Rhodes. 
“Pssst… Pssst!” 
You turned around just as a styrofoam snowball was about to hit you in face. You caught it in one swift motion. 
“Nice catch,” a Russian voice said.
“Yelena, where are you?” Glancing around not seeing your sister-in-law.
“Over here,” poking her head out from the behind the seven-foot snowman next to the pool table.
“Oh, now don’t you look adorable as an elf,” you giggled.
“If you weren’t pregnant with my niece or nephew you would be hanging upside down from the rafters right now.” 
“You know Kate and Lucky are looking for you, right?” 
“Why do you think I’m hiding behind the giant snowman? Kate Bishop forced me to dress in this saccharin American Christmas costume and now she wants photographic evidence of it.” 
“Because she loves you, silly,” your arms crossed over your chest.
“Detka, it’s time for dinner. Let’s go—“Natasha stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her sister. “Oh my God,” she burst into laughter. 
“Tred carefully, sestra,” Yelena threatened. 
“No, I love it. I think this qualifies as new mission suit attire,” poking the bell dangling from her elf hat. “Maybe you can get Stark to upgrade this outfit with Widow Bites.”
“Do you have a death wish?” Yelena sneered.
“Come on you adorable elf, it’s time for dinner,” placing an arm around your best friend’s shoulder.
*^~^*
You took your seat next to your wife at the Astoria Grand Giovani dining table. Natasha quietly squeezed your hand. You looked over with a shy smile and a festive blush on your cheeks. 
Pepper stood up from her seat next to Tony at the head of the table. “Before we enjoy this lovely holiday feast, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how grateful we are that you’re all here,” grasping Tony’s hand. “Everyone in this room knows how precious life is and we don’t take a moment of it for granted. We love you and Merry Christmas.”
“Here, here!” Thor declared a couple seats down from you as glasses clinked around the table. 
A traditional Christmas dinner soon filled your plate. Roasted turkey with all the trimmings. Home baked bread, mashed potatoes and garden veggies gently roasted, drizzled in balsamic vinegar. The group drank, were merry, and told the most terrible of jokes.
Pregnancy mood swings were becoming commonplace and as the dinner wore on, you suddenly found yourself overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of your extended family enjoying the holiday season together. 
“Y/N, are you okay?” Carol looked at you with concern in her eyes from across the table.
“Oh, yeah” dabbing at the corner of your eyes with your napkin. “I’m fine.”
“The holidays always make her a bit emotional,” Natasha offered laying her head comfortingly on your shoulder.
After dinner you helped Wanda serve the desserts. The Christmas cookies took their place in the center of the table, flanked by the Viennese torte and the pumpkin pie. Coffee and dessert wine circulated around the table. 
The group of full bellies and ever so slightly sleepy eyes then made their way to the living room to relax. Christmas music softly enveloped the room as the kids were discussing what they hoped Santa was going to bring them this year. 
“Okay, Kate Bishop. Let’s get this picture over with. I want to put on my pajamas,” Yelena announced as she stood from the sofa.
“Yay!! Okay, don’t move. Lucky! Here boy,” calling the dog who promptly romped over. “Vision, can you take the picture?”
“Of course Ms. Bishop.” Taking the Canon EOS R-50 from the archer. 
“It is customary to say cheese before a picture, but since it is Christmas time perhaps you should say mistletoe?” 
“Just take the picture,” Yelena deadpanned
“Mistletoe!” Kate yelled. 
“We’re going to get one of these cards right?” Looking at your wife. 
“I had Kate put us down for two,” she smirked.
*^~^*
As night fell, you rested your weary head on Nat’s lap as she ran her fingers through your hair. 
Natasha looked at her watch. “You ready to drop the baby bomb?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll get the Christmas crackers,” rising from the sofa.
“Umm, everyone. Y/N and I have a special gift for you all,” your wife announced nervously as you passed out the gold and silver novelties to the team. 
“Christmas crackers? I have to be honest, I was hoping for something a bit more extravagant… Oww!” Tony whined, as Pepper pinching him on the arm. 
You smiled with nervous anticipation as you reached for Natasha. The snap of the festive crackers echoed across the room. Clint was the first to reach inside and remove the tiny gift. A small round ceramic white ornament tied to a red ribbon appeared in his hand. Lila, Cooper, and Nate huddled around their dad to get a glimpse as Clint read the inscription.
“Uncle Clint?” Looking up at Natasha in shock.
“No way!” Sam shouted.
Wanda, Carol, and Kate all screamed at the sight of their own ornaments. Their names adorned with the title of Aunt.
“This is joyous news!” Thor crowed. 
Pepper got up immediately and embraced you in a warm hug as Laura did the same with Natasha. 
“How far along are you?” Wanda asked.
“Almost three months,” Yelena cut in.
“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Kate shouted; slapping her girlfriend on the arm.
“Because I want to sleep in!”
“I’m so happy for you, Nat,” Steve kissing her on the cheek. 
Bucky wrapped his arms around you with a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“You ready to be Uncle Bucky?” Your eyes meeting his gaze.
“Oh God,” his face like a deer in the headlights.
“You’ll be great, Buck,” you giggled. 
Bruce and Helen embraced Natasha in a tandem hug.
“I’m so relieved everyone knows,” Helen said turning to you. “Now we can openly discuss your pregnancy. Have you been continuing with your prenatal vitamins?”
And remember, you have an appointment on Friday,” Bruce interjected.
“Yes and yes,” you said as Natasha placed a soft kiss to your cheek and then another to your belly. 
Tony walked up to you with that signature smirk on his face. You mentally prepared yourself for a signature Stark one-liner or some stupid joke. Instead, he took you by surprise when he wrapped you in a warm embrace.
“Congratulations, Romanoff. Looks like you do know Santa best.” 
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Carol: What the hell is up with Y/N? They've been lying on the ground for like 15 minutes.
Jennifer: They're just a little overwhelmed.
Carol: Why?
Jennifer: Natasha just giggled.
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