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prompt: have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?
Carol Danvers
Just Peachy **
promt: “if you keep looking at me like that we don’t make it to a bed” **
prompt: “come over here and make me”
Bruce Banner
The Little Things
You come here often?
promt: bruce x reader x tony lab sex **
Tony Stark
Help from a friend pt.i // pt. ii **
promt: bruce x reader x tony lab sex **
Sorry for the interruption
Vision
Body, Mind, and Soul
Shades of Vision **
Care to dance?
** indicates smut
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Who I write for currently: Carol Danvers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Vision, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, Loki x reader
Summary: Natasha catches you reading some fanfiction about her and things get heated up
Pairing: Natasha x female reader
Words: +2.6k
Warnings (18+ only): masturbation, fingering (r receiving), oral sex (n receiving), some teasing and mentions of strap-on use.
A/N: Hey guys!! It's me again. Now I'm quite a whore for Nat so here we are. Please keep in mind English is not my first language and feedback is really appreciated! Sorry if there's any typo.
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Recently, you had joined the Avengers. More likely, your dad got you an internship with Tony Stark and somehow you ended up working with the whole team. Yes, you knew them since they were quite famous but never imagined they were just... normal human beings with extraordinary skills? They all treated you like you were the baby of the team, always taking care of you since you were the tech girl, “got to protect the person who’s gonna get them out when they are on the field” they said. You clicked with everyone. But you had one weakness.
Natasha Romanoff was like fifteen years older than you, but that damned woman was fine like wine. Was it the fact you had mommy issues? Or the fact that she really was the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on? Anyway, it didn’t matter because every time she was around, you turned into a mess. It was almost like she could look into your soul.
So far, you managed to work with her without making a fool of yourself. But at nights you couldn’t sleep thinking of her. Training days were the worst, those days your body would be on fire craving her touch. And sometimes you touched yourself just to ease the pain between your legs, moaning her name as softly as you could for her not to hear you or anyone at all. And that’s how days will go by, probably until the day you die.
And there you were; sitting in the common room teaching none other than Captain America to use his damn phone [again]. Not for the first time you asked if this was really the point of adding you to the team, since Tony created Jarvis and then Friday for god's sake.
“You have to be kidding me, again?” Natasha entered the room with a smirk on her face “C’mon dinosaur, you can’t be serious. It’s a damn phone even the other fossil learned to use it first”
You held back a laughter. Steve’s eyes travelled from Natasha to you and you refused to make eye contact with him knowing you would lose it.
“I do know how to use it” you looked up. Is he making you lose precious time? You could be doing... well, you didn’t have plans but anything would be better than this “Don’t look at me like that. I just... Well, I was talking to Bucky and he and Sam were reading... this thing about us? And they were impressed and confused and they didn’t want to show me. Anyway, I want to read that and I kind of hoped you would help me find it”
You looked at him open-mouthed and Natasha laughed. You really spent thirty minutes trying to find what was wrong this time for him to be looking for something else? In that moment, Sam walked in and you smiled.
“What did you showed him?” you asked.
“Well, hi to you too. What are you talking about?” he replied taking a seat in front of Steve.
“Steve says you and Bucky were reading something about you, what was it?” Sam laughed and you felt more confused.
“I’ll tell you just because it’s going to be hilarious when Steve read this. Mr goodie two-shoes will be corrupted” he replied. Steve and you were looking at him expectantly and Natasha already lost interested and started looking at her phone “We were reading fan fiction” you sent him a curious look “What? You don’t know either? There’s even fanfiction about you and Natasha, not with Natasha, well I don’t know I just read about me. Anyway, fans out there write about us. Like stories you know?” Natasha started to listen when she caught her name in the conversation without taking her eyes off the phone “Okay, let me show you” he grabbed Steve’s phone and typed quickly “Here. I do enjoy it, I’m way cooler there”
Steve started reading, and a few minutes later he left the room without taking his eyes off his phone, bumping into Tony while walking and Tony was so confused that he didn’t say anything. You sighed and turned on the TV,
“Well, now he’s gone and I can finally watch a movie” you said calmly “Wanna join?” you asked them and Sam seated beside you.
“Sorry, rain-check?” Natasha replied standing up “I have some paper work to do” you smiled shyly and nodded.
She left and then it was only you and Sam choosing the movie.
[…]
Later that night, the curiosity started to haunt you. You still were on the living room, enjoying a cup of tea and watching Criminal Minds. Sam already left and it was only you there. Your fingers tapping anxiously the screen of your phone, deciding if you should read fan fiction or just let it go.
“Not with Natasha, well I don’t know” Sam’s voice was echoing inside your head. You took a deep breath. Did fans ship the two of you? You were kind of knew to the team, and they didn’t know you that much. Was it possible?
After a few minutes of you biting your nails hesitant of doing it or not, you started to type your name first. You found some interesting stories. And when you got the idea of what fan fiction was, you looked up Natasha’s name. Hundreds of stories popped up. At first you weren’t really reading, but then something caught your eye. Smut was that called. And you started to read and suddenly your body temperature started to raise.
You imagined Natasha doing those things to you. That was the point, right? And it made you really horny. You bit you lip and your right hand started to unbutton your jeans. Thank God you were alone, but you were praying for no one to walk in.
Your cunt was dripping. You started playing with yourself letting you finger run up and down your folds teasing yourself. You kept reading until your vision turned blurry, and soon you were a mess. Your index finger rubbed your clit, you wished it was Natasha’s fingers. And just with the thought of her, your movements got faster. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent you from screaming. Holding your phone up, you kept reading all the nasty things Natasha was doing to the reader in that story. Fuck, did Natasha really have a strap? Now you were craving her cock. You knew you would submit to her if she only asked. Your fingers went faster and you let a moaned escape. You wanted Natasha to get you on fours and rock your hips like there were no tomorrow. You were so close that you started muffling your moans with a cushion.
“Didn’t expect you to be here so late”
Your blood ran cold the moment you heard that voice. You didn’t dare to move. Clearing you throat, you straightened yourself putting the cushion you were just biting a few seconds ago on you lap.
“Well, I love Criminal Minds” you tried to sound calm, but Natasha knew better. After all, she was the greatest spy on earth. “What are you doing here...” you checked your phone “At 1 a.m.? Don’t you train early?”
Natasha seated next to you. She could smell your essence from there, so she smiled to herself mischievously. She got closer and your legs trembled.
“I wanted a glass of water and saw the TV on from afar” you cleared you throat again as she got closer “Are you okay? Is your throat sore? I can call the doctors in here” she took out her phone.
“No!” you screamed and she looked at you surprised “I mean, no. Sorry, it’s not necessary I’m feeling fine” you tried to smile “I just have a dry throat. I’ll get that glass of water for you” you stoop up and walked away as fast as you could without noticing your phone dropped.
Of course, Natasha didn’t want to take a look the moment your phone dropped into the couch but she couldn’t help herself. Were you watching porn? No. You were reading, of course you would be that type of girl. You didn’t seem like the type of girl whom watched porn. You read it. So, she just wanted to know what turned you on so much.
And she started reading fast, and the moment she caught her name in the story she felt her pussy getting wet. Now she knew you liked her as much as she did. To be honest, the thought of fucking the innocent (Y/N) turned her on so much that now she would try her luck.
She heard you coming back so she dropped your phone and pretended to watch the show. You took a seat next to her after taking a few deep breaths. You offered her the glass of water and watched the tv next to her. A comfortable silence surrounded you two.
Natasha was really trying to concentrate but the more time she spent next to you knowing you probably were touching yourself at the thought of her fucking your brains out, made her skin burn. So, she decided to do something about it. She needed to know you really were into her.
“Do you think maybe we can watch a movie?” she asked leaning closer to you “I mean, I’ve been this book called the price of salt and heard there was a movie based on it” the redhead smiled innocently.
“Never heard of it” you replied “I mean, yeah, sure. Is it on Netflix?” she nodded.
The movie was called Carol, and still, it didn’t ring a bell. You decided to give it a try so your mind could focus on something else. And the movie started, and the moment you realized what it was about your cheeks turned red. Should you looked away or keep your eyes on the screen and act cool about it? Natasha’s eyes were on the screen, she seemed invested so you decided to act cool.
The redhead asked if she could lay down on the couch and you nodded letting her to put her feet on your lap. And as the hottest scene you’ve ever watch appeared on screen, you felt your temperature raising again. Of course, you were oblivious to Natasha whom was shifting in her seat trying to calm herself. But she couldn’t, so she started moving her feet on your lap.
At first, the movements were soft. You didn’t even notice them. But when her big toe pressed in the right place, a moan escaped your lips. Natasha smirked; the movie long forgotten.
“Are you okay, honey?” she asked innocently. Maybe she didn’t do it on purpose?
“Yeah, it’s just...” Natasha pressed her big toe again and you moaned again. She was looking at you with a triumphant smile “Your...” now you tried biting your lips.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t hear you quite well. Could you repeat that?” she sat straight and then got closer to you “My what baby?” her tone got lower and deeper.
“What’s going on?” you asked almost scared. Were you dreaming? You pinched yourself; nope, definitely it wasn’t a dream.
Nat’s lips touched your left ear and whispered “Well, weren’t you reading about this?” You gasped. The redhead started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck “Tell me something, were you touching yourself when I came in?” your eyes were closed while she was sucking your neck leaving a mark. You shook your head “C’mon baby, tell me the truth and I will reward you. And before you try to lie again, keep in mind I could smell your scent the moment I got closer. So delicious”
Her green eyes looked at you, admiring the blush on your cheeks and how you were finding hard to breathe. You licked your lips nervously.
“I..” she cocked an eyebrow “Yes, I was touching myself” she smirked.
“Thinking of me?” you nodded “Well, detka, I just want to make something clear” she grabbed you by the waist and ordered you to sit on her lap “Next time, you come to me. You can’t touch what’s mine”
She kissed you. It started as a soft kiss but soon it got rougher. Moans escaping your lips between kisses as her hands move down your spine. She ripped your shirt off and her lips moved down your chest.
You felt dizzy but instead of trying to comprehend the situation, you just let her take control. You started rocking your hips and Natasha moaned.
“Come on baby, mommy will ease the pain” she unbuttoned your jeans and you took them off, her hand grabbing your cunt “Who got you this wet?”
“You mommy, you did” her fingers pressed your clit and you almost scream.
“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Let them know who’s making you feel good” and with that you felt your pussy clench around her fingers.
“What if someone walks in?” you asked with a shaky voice.
“They would get a good damn show” she replied moving her fingers fast. Your eyes closed and with her other hand she grabbed your chin “Look at me, baby. If you close your eyes again, I will stop” she bit her lip.
Your eyes met hers. The faster her fingers moved the harder it got to keep your eyes open but you didn’t want her to stop. Your moans got louder as her mouth started sucking one off your nipples without taking her eyes off you.
“So tight baby, you feel so good”
“Fuck, mommy. I’m so close” her lips moved up to your neck.
“Are you gonna cum in mommy’s fingers, honey?” you nodded “Words baby, I want to hear you say it”
“Yes, mommy, I want to cum in your fingers” you screamed.
“Do it, baby” your orgasm started building up. And when you reached your climax, you let out a loud moan. Her movements started slowing down and she gave you a few soft kisses “Such a good girl for mommy” you collapsed in her arms “baby, I need you to help mommy now, okay?” you nodded “Get on your knees”
You got on your knees with your legs shaking. She took her pants off along with her panties and she opened her legs. Her pussy was drenched and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“Don’t be shy. Eat mommy out, show her what a good girl you are” she said.
Your tongue started playing with her tongue. Soft moans leaving her mouth as she grabbed you by the hair and pulled you closer. Soon your movements turned faster and her moans became screams as she was rocking her hips. She tasted so good that you didn’t think you could get tired of eating her.
“Yes baby, right there. You’re making mommy feel so good” her raspy voice got you wetter.
You could feel she was getting close. And despite you were tempted to stop and tease her about it you knew better. So, you kept moving letting her almost ride your face with desperate moans along with them.
“I’m gonna cum baby” she pulled you closer smothering you but you didn’t care. She started screaming as your tongue moved faster and faster, soon her thighs closed surrounded your head and when she let you go, you both were beathing heavily.
“I’ve been waiting for that a long time” she said exhausted.
“Have you?” you asked cuddling next to her.
“Yes, so much” she kissed your temple. You felt sleepy and she hold you closer “here baby, let me take care of you”
She carried you to her bedroom, and you realized how strong she was.
Oh, lovely. His hands. His beautiful face. My mind went...somewhere.
Two Weeks Notice
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Word Count: Almost 1.6k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, one-sided love that isn’t one-sided at all, porn with feels
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.
You were always distracted by Andy's hands. Not just because of the size, though you had many thoughts about how large they were. It was because his hands were almost as expressive as his eyes. They could be animated one moment and clenched the next. It made it easy for you to pick up on his moods when you couldn't make eye contact with him.
"What the hell is this?"
You didn't have to see his face to know he was shocked. His grip on your letter in his hands spoke volumes. Why he was so angry, too, you had no idea. "It's my letter of resignation."
Andy began to crumple the sheet, finally looking at you. It felt like the oxygen left from the room. That murderous gaze had never been directed your way, but there was something more surfacing. He looked...hurt. "I know what it is. I just read it. What I don't understand is why."
Your gaze fell to his hand, unable to look in his eyes any longer. What were you supposed to tell him? That you couldn’t stand to work with him because you were in love with him? That it hurt seeing him each day knowing he'd never be yours? You had to keep some of your dignity.
"Is it money? Because I’ll get you a raise,” he promised when you didn’t say anything. He crumpled the sheet more when you shook your head. “Is someone bothering you? Harassing you? Because I’ll take care of it. I won’t tolerate it.”
Tears filled your eyes as you shook your head again. “No, Mr. Barber, and I really don’t want to discuss why.”
Andy tossed the letter into the garbage can before he grabbed his coffee. He took a sip, the silence in the room somehow deafening. It was like he couldn’t keep his hands still. “We've worked together for some time now. I thought we were friends. Friends can talk to each other,” he said quietly, setting the mug down. You bought it for him and he once said it was his favorite.
“We are not friends, Mr. Barber,” you corrected him as you stood up, the words leaving your mouth before you could shut it. Hearing him say the word “friend” was just another reminder of a dream that would never come true. “You’re my boss and you won’t even be that once my two weeks are up.”
He recoiled as though you struck him, but he recovered quickly as he got to his feet and placed his hands on his desk. “Fine. As my assistant, you’re not obligated to tell me why you’re leaving. And you may not consider us friends, but please consider that I want to know why you're walking out on me. You’re not just my incredible assistant. I care about you. And...you’re one of the only people I trust.”
“Mr. Barber…”
“Andy. I’m not Mr. Barber. I’m Andy," he said gently, his shoulders slumped as a thoughtful look crossed his face. “Are you leaving because of me?”
You wiped a tear away before it could fall. You knew that question was coming and you were still unprepared. He was a good man and he went through so much with Laurie and Jacob. It felt like you were kicking him when he was down. “Yes,” you admitted.
One word. That was all it took before he began to crack. “What did I do?” he asked, gripping the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles turned white. “Tell me what I did so I can fix it.”
“You can’t,” you told him, moving away from your chair.
“I can’t fix it, but you can quit. I can’t make it better, but I can make you cry,” he said, anger seeping back into his eyes.
“It’s better for both of us if I leave,” you spoke, turning to go before you said something that couldn't be unsaid.
"Fuck that," he hissed, moving faster around the desk than you anticipated. His hand gripped your arm, making you stop. It wasn't his grip that made you pause. It was the feeling of his fingers through your top. Including the finger that no longer had a ring.
"Andy, I just want to go," you pleaded. You wanted to go home and wallow in your self-pity.
He had other plans as he turned you to face him. "So, that's really it? You're leaving me?"
"I'm sorry," you swore, feeling guilty at his wording. You weren’t trying to hurt him. You were trying to protect yourself. "You can't convince me to stay."
"Yes, I can," he said, leaning his head down to kiss you long and deep.
The sound you made wasn't very dignified, but you didn't care. When he gripped the back of your head to deepen the kiss, you returned it with everything you had. If one word was all it took to crack Andy's armor, one kiss was all it took to break your dam.
"Stay with me," he breathed against your lips. "I can't lose you, too."
You rubbed your body against his, uncaring that he was still your boss. And with the way he dragged you to his desk and bent you over it, he didn't care that you were his employee. "Andy…"
"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" he asked, pushing your skirt up and ripping your panties off. "How many times your tight little outfits got me hard?"
You scrambled to hold on when he kicked your legs apart. This side of him was something you fantasized about. He wanted you. Andy Barber wanted you...physically. Could you give him this and still walk away unscathed?
"I know it was wrong wanting you since you work for me," he went on. You could hear his belt open and some more shuffling, your breathing heavier. Anyone could walk in, but you were desperate to be filled by his cock. "But I...but who wouldn't want you?"
You shut your eyes, wishing you could shut your emotions off. Wasn't it enough that he wanted you? It had to be for now. "Please," you whispered, your body winning the current battle when he pressed close. God, he was so hard. You did that to him.
You whimpered when his cock nudged your pussy. You weren't stretched, but you were soaked for him. And maybe you wanted a bit of pain. You wanted to feel him later.
"I'm going to take my time with you later," he promised, making you open your eyes. He wanted you more than once? "I'll take you to bed. Caress you, worship you. The way I've wanted to since you made my life bright again."
His hands...The hands you dreamt about kept you still as he sank inch by inch into you. The moan you let out was pornographic, but you couldn't help yourself. You were stretched around him, throbbing with a need that only he could satisfy. You didn't care how quick and dirty it was as long he filled you up in the end.
You tried to push your hips back, but he stopped you. "No," he told you, making you tense up. "You'll take what I give you."
And he gave you everything. He plowed into you like a madman, his hips forcefully smacking against your ass. You pressed your cheek against the cool desk, moaning as he took over. Of course, he'd figure out how to bend your body to his will. The man had your heart, but now he had all of you.
"Still thinking of leaving me?" he grunted.
"I just...ahh!"
"How many orgasms will it take to make you stay? What do I need to do?" he asked frantically.
"I didn't want to get hurt," you got out. You almost sobbed when he stopped. The bastard stopped. "Andy!"
"Never," he promised, pulling out just to thrust back in hard. "The only ache I ever want you to feel is me ruining your tight pussy."
You shuddered as he resumed his pace. Your mind shut off temporarily as he ignited every nerve, squirming as you felt your orgasm build. One of his hands reached up to cover yours, linking your fingers together. The intimate feel made your heart clench as you tightened around him.
"Come for me, honey. Just let go. I've got you."
You trusted him to catch you as you exploded. It was overwhelming and the most beautiful sensation you ever experienced. It was everything to you because it was given to you by the man you loved. You cried out as pleasure crashed through you again, the feel of him coming truly ruining you. It was something you could take with you.
His hand didn't let go of yours as you both caught your breath. The position should have been uncomfortable, his large frame covering yours. But you didn't want to move. You didn't want this to be over.
"I know it's…selfish. To think you're mine," he said against your ear. "But I'm yours, honey."
It was like he rubbed a soothing balm over your heart. You two had a lot to discuss and it was going to be a vulnerable conversation, but you had a feeling it would go well. "I've always been yours."
"You'll stay?" he asked hopefully.
"Well...you threw my letter out," you teased. "But I may need more convincing."
…remember back when we first started dating? You told me you used to be Spider-Man. Trying to impress me. It didn’t work. Until you showed me your web-shooters. Took me to Coney Island one night and we played target practice with them on the beach until dawn. Then I was impressed. You made these. My brilliant new boyfriend. You showed me what was possible and we built all of this together. But you weren’t building anything, were you? You were running. Creating false responsibilities to escape your real ones. Well, I’m not going to do that any longer.
You know, it’s uh… it comes with a price. This life you wanna live. To really help people. I mean, try to help people, anyway. Comes with a lot of sacrifices. And some things you’ll lose… forever.
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