A list of things I sometimes write and the characters I write for.
*I donât post regularly
incorrect quotes master list
Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff:
the words left unsaid trilogy
Summary: Wanda and the reader get into a serious relationship but do they want the same things. Is love enough? (Lots of angst and heartbreak, cursing and bad jokes)
pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
WandaNat:
ooo, youâre in troubleÂ
Summary: Bruce and Tony test the limits of the readerâs powers. Set in a world where no one died. (Fluffernuttertown)
Uncut Gems series
Summary: 20 years after their first born goes missing, a young detective takes a special interest in their case. All these years later, will they finally get the answers they need?
Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5
Uncut Gems AU
not expected
Summary: A comedic look into the couples life with Annie before the events of the original series.
Natasha Romanoff:
a merc with a heart? series
Summary: Reader is a part of the team of mercenaries and crosses paths with the infamous Black Widow. (Cursing and graphic violence)
pt.1
do you need a lift?
Summary: Natasha tries using dating apps to meet someone.
Wanda Maximoff:
the hill that I die on
Summary: After three years of marriage, complications in your marriage began to surface. Will you be able to work through your differences?
bold of you to act like asexual people dont date (and enjoy it)
in this particular case, they do not a) want to date me, b) have an interest in dating generally so stop trying to cause issues. you asked a question regarding one person, i gave an answer based on the one person you were asking about :)
I genuinely donât understand why people have the need to be so nosey. It wasnât your business to begin with. Just because you didnât get the answer you wanted doesnât mean you can make judgements on things that DO NOT concern you. Get out of our life and go get your own.
that quote like âgod gave us transness for the same reason he made grapes but not wine; yeast but no loaves â so we may partake in the divine act of creationâ
A/N: I have been trying to fend off writerâs block by doing a wip a day on weekends, so I apologise in advance if this isnât up to par. I tried my best and I hope that the two anons are satisfied with my interpretation. I hope you all like this shorter fic. Happy reading <3
Request(s):Â âIâd like to request a bottom Nat just riding and bouncing on readers strap and reader just massaging her and holding her by the waist while giving her kisses on the neckâ - anon.
âCan you do something simple where Natasha is getting off on readers thigh, reader is just edging her until sheâs crying. Then she finally gets to comeâ - anon.
A pant of alleviation fell into the room, though obstructed by the black ball gag that was lodged in Natashaâs mouth, her pussy finally making contact with the skin of your thigh. You had been teasing the redhead all day, her face painted in scarlet from the mindless fluster that had claimed her. A forceful grasp upon her hips denied any chance of movement, Natashaâs brows sewn tightly together, unable to provide a verbal protest though it didnât deter her avid attempts.
âWhat are you saying, princess?â You asked, faux concern inherent in your tone before you chuckled it away. âI canât hear you.â
Natasha hummed in frustration, her duress thwarted as you forced her into thrusting, permitting the most minute of motions. Her body fell forwards, weakened by her overbearing sensitivity from being played with for so long. Unfortunately for her, the torment was far from a conclusion. A menacing simper found home upon your lips, snaking fingers reaching upwards to toy roughly with her nipples that now pointed outwards with a distinct rigidity. The act had Natasha close to a collapse, fighting desperately to stay upright on your thigh as she mewled around the occlusion of the ball gag.
i donât know if youâre taking requests but this particular idea has been getting me really hot and bothered. so natasha is a furry (her fursona is a rat) and reader is not into that lifestyle. so then reader and nat are at a furry convention and then thereâd be dialogue like âyou like that you little ratâ and nat would say âsqueak squeakâ
A/N: Here lies the product of 4 hours of work. I hope that the unnamed individual that I wrote this for enjoys it, and I am truly sorry if I went off on a mad tangent. Let me know what you think and please rb/like if you enjoyed. Happy reading filthy whores <3Â
Request: âNatasha has had a bad day, maybe from overworking or sheâs just very stressed and at the brink of breaking down, so reader takes her in her arms, leads her to the bedroom and gives whatever Nat wants. With praising kink, calling Nat âmy darlingâ all the while Nat is whimpering and soon enough relaxes and takes in the love reader is giving.â - anon.
Waiting up for Natasha had become a ritual, often met with redhead tackling you to the floor before you were able to utter a word. You had grown so fond of these flitting instances that you had developed a habit of consuming a late night coffee, just to bask in the excitement that exuded from her. Often times you would spend post-work hours snuggled together below blankets, the television sound providing background noise as Natashaâs feet played with yours to steal the heat that she lacked. It was these moments that made her job somewhat bearable, the reunions always pacifying the long and gruelling absences that you both faced.
A knowing smile subconsciously secured itself upon your lips as a pair of headlights peered out from the darkness and flooded the living room with newfound illumination. Anticipation dripped from every pore, your heart inflating at its own accord as you prepared to feast your eyes upon your girlfriend. The seconds droned by slowly, each one prolonged as if it were an hour, gentle steps bringing you closer to the door. Every trace of happiness drained from you as Natasha emerged from the threshold, the door firmly slammed behind her and an indignant expression cloaking her face. It was seldom the case that the redhead would return home affected, nor emotional, her default stoic nature seemingly robbed from her in that moment.Â
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Youâre All Mine - Natasha Romanoff x Reader [18+]
A/N: While I wait for tumblr support to fix my account (@multifandomme) I figured I would post my content here for the moment. I hope I did this request justice although I made a few changes. Please rb and like so my followers can find me again. Thank you <3
Request: âAvenger top female reader x bottom Natasha. It could take place at one of Tonyâs parties and everyone is tipsy and theyâre playing truth or dare so they dare reader to give Nat a lapdance with the song âPonyâ by Ginuwine. Kinda like a Magic Mike dance! After the dance Natasha sneakingly drags reader to their shared bedroom cause she ainât waiting anymore and wants reader BAD!â - anon.
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Nobody threw a party quite like Tony Stark, a certain ostentatiousness to be expected every time you were extended an invitation. Of course, being Natashaâs girlfriend allowed access to every gathering that occurred and you had grown fond of the usual attendees. With every event, Tony attempted to raise the stakes, Pepper staring on from the sidelines with a look of disapproval thrown towards his adolescent ways.
A coalescence of music and laughter echoed throughout the expansive home, merry faces filling the premises with champagne flutes clutched in hand. As immature as Tony could be, he could not be faulted as a host, his home buzzing with staff to ensure the perfect party went ahead, no glass left empty for even a moment.
summary: sometimes things are good, until theyâre not.
warnings: 18+ only! minors dni! smut, strap on use (r giving), some cursing, MAJOR ANGST WARNING
word count: 3.8k
authors note: based loosely off of goodnight n go by ariana grande, you can listen to the song here. this song came on shuffle randomly on my lunch break at work and i pitched the idea to nay @didujustcallmedumb and out came this beauty. make sure youâve got a box of tissues near by, youâre gonna need it <3
you do not have permission to translate, copy or post my work elsewhere!
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A knock at your door was the first thing that broke you out of your thoughts. You let out a grumble as you set the spices down that you were so delicately trying to measure out for your meal. You finished measuring out the rest of your spices when a second round of knocks sounded at your door. You grumped out an âiâm coming!â before wiping your hands off on a dish towel and making your way to the door.
Glancing through the peephole, you were shocked to see the familiar head of brown hair attached to the oh so familiar face you hadnât seen in months. You swung the door open, just as she was about to walk away. âWanda?â You spoke in disbelief, as your ex stood before you, a sheepish smile making its way across her face. âY/N, hi.â She spoke sweetly and you let out an airy laugh. âItâs been so long, how have you been?â You pulled the brunette in for a hug, one she was shocked to receive but nonetheless reciprocated.
Your friends tell you itâs weird, that youâre still close with your ex, but if anything, it proves to you that you two can be more than just lovers, but friends, and are still able to coexist in the same room without wanting to rip each other's heads off. She mumbled an âIâm good,â against your shoulder before you released her from the hug and ushered her inside.
âI was just cooking dinner if youâd like to stay and join.â You asked with a smile and she nodded happily, watching as you made your way back into the kitchen to resume your meal. âWhat are you making?â She perched herself up on your kitchen counter as she swung her legs freely, making you let out a small laugh at the action, choosing not to let the domesticity of the situation make your heart beat wildly in your chest.
âYour favorite, paprikash.â You gave her a smug smile as she raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless shot a smile in your direction at the sudden confidence you had at making her favorite dish. She pushed aside the feeling of her heart swelling in her chest at you perfecting the dish that you knew meant so much to her.
She watched as you mixed the spices into the warming stew with perfection, watching your hands cut the vegetables almost as if you were a chef, her gaze lingering on your hands, more specifically your fingers, as you grabbed the vegetables between them and dropped them into the bowl. She hopped off the counter, moving behind you as she let her hand rest gently on your waist, pressing her front to your back as she peered over your shoulder into the pot of the cooking stew.
You sucked in a breath at the sudden, close proximity of the brunette, her hand burning a mark into your skin even though your shirt was obstructing it. You held your breath, afraid to say anything stupid as you continued to stir the stew. Wanda hummed in satisfaction as she let her hand glide up your side and rest on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze before heading into the living room and turning on a show to pass time.
Once she was out of hearing range, you let out a breath and rested your hands on the counter, letting your head hang as you closed your eyes. âGet yourself together Y/N,â you spoke your thoughts aloud as you stood back up straight, focusing your attention on the stew, hoping it would distract your mind from the lingering feeling of her body pressed against your own.
You had dinner ready within the hour, ladling the stew into bowls for each of you, placing them on your small, makeshift dining table. âOh thank god, I was starving.â Wanda dramatically exclaimed and you couldnât stop the laugh that escaped your lips at the overdramatization of her hunger.
You sat at the table in comfortable silence until a moan cut through, breaking it, âOh my god, this is amazing!â She said almost shockingly, the grip on your spoon tightening from her initial reaction, before you spoke a soft âthank youâ and the two of you fell into easy conversation after that.
Wanda told stories of her travels, most of which had you holding your stomach in laughter, as she laughed right along with you. Her laugh sending butterflies to your stomach like you were a school girl fawning over her crush. You shared stories about the hospital, her comment that ânow these arenât dinner table appropriateâ to which you two busted out into even more laughter again, just basking and enjoying the presence of the other.
âThat was some of the best paprikash I have had in a long time, thank you Y/N/N,â Wanda gently spoke to you with appreciation, you tried to hide your blush under her gaze at the use of a nickname you havenât heard from her in years, before gathering your dishes and taking them to the kitchen to clean them. âFeel free to turn something on the tv, I wonât be long in here.â You announced from the kitchen and Wanda hummed something in agreement.
You barely had a chance to soap the dishes before you felt her slender arms circle your waist, pulling herself flush against your back. You froze at the contact, as her breath tickled your throat. âI donât want to watch tv,â she murmured into your ear, nipping at the lobe slightly, before leaving open mouth kisses along the base of your neck.
Your breath caught in your throat as you leaned your head back, allowing her more access to your skin. She hummed in satisfaction as she continued her assault, biting and sucking at whatever skin she could get her lips and teeth on. Your hands gripped the counter as you felt your knees growing weak, your arousal already pooling in your abdomen and you knew if you were to look, thereâd be a wet spot in your underwear already.
âWanda,â you breathed out through a moan as one of her hands worked on undoing your belt, your whole weight leaned back against her as you submitted at her will, your knees growing weak with every kiss she pressed to your skin.
Her teeth scraped against your pulse point, a throaty moan leaving your lips and that was enough to have you turning around in her grasp and smashing your lips together in a kiss. The kiss was a force of dominance, teeth clashing and tongues fighting as they explored the mouth of the other. Wanda gave up at one point, surrendering herself to you as you lifted her up and sat her on the counter, forcing yourself between her legs and pulling her body flush against your own.
She let out a gasp at the sudden impact, breaking the kiss slightly, which you used to your advantage, as you began trailing wet, sloppy open mouthed kissed down her neck, finding her pulse point almost immediately, which was rewarded by a low moan, and sucking harshly at the skin, sure enough to leave behind a dark purple bruise.
âBedroom,â she panted out. âNow.â She tried to sound demanding but her tone was more desperate, as you obliged to her command and lifted her off the counter, her legs securing tightly around your waist as you held her by the underside of her thighs, as you carried her to your bedroom.
You tossed her down on the bed (gently of course), and she was quick to rid herself of her clothes, and you watched in awe as she stripped, your eyes drinking in every ounce of her caramel skin as more of it was exposed. If you were a dog, you would definitely be drooling, but whoâs to say you honestly werenât.
Wanda kneeled up on the bed as she gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, different than the first. This kiss was desperation, full of want and need, your hands found the bare flesh of her waist to steady yourself as the kiss deepened. Her hands worked on ridding you of the rest of your clothes, your blouse was the first to come off followed by your pants, and your bra and underwear quickly followed. She went to pull you down on the bed with her but you stopped her and pulled away from her grasp, as she whined in protest, flopping down on the bed and squeezing her thighs together, trying to alleviate the dull ache of her throbbing cunt.
âBe patient baby,â you sauntered off into your closet as she watched, her lip pulled between her teeth as you disappeared, returning a short few seconds later as you were adjusting a harness around your waist. Her jaw fell slack at the sight before her, causing a smirk to rise on your face. âLike what you see?â You asked teasingly as you approached the bed again and she nodded fervently, as she pulled you in for another heated kiss.
âI wanna ride you,â she said through kisses, âplease.â She practically begged as she pushed you down on the bed once the strap was fully situated around your waist, barely giving you time to object. She climbed on top of you, and situated herself on your lap, pressing her dripping center against your waist, and rocking her hips to relieve some of the ache.
Your hands found her waist immediately, guiding her movements, âthink you can take it all from that angle?â You quipped in a teasing tone, and she looked down at you, her hair falling down on either side of her face as she looked at you, she raised her hips without warning and grabbed the base of the faux cock, lining it up with her center. In one swift motion, she sunk down fully onto the toy, pressing her hips flush with yours, the toy buried all the way in her, a deep moan escaping her lips as she felt the toy stretch her walls to the brim, her hands coming down to grip your shoulders to steady herself.
âC-can I move,â she gulped, letting out a whimper as her hips rocked ever so slightly. âPlease,â her voice was laced with desperation and you smirked. âSuch a good girl always asking for permission,â you praised her, another whimper leaving her, a shot of arousal going straight between her legs at your word choice. âGo ahead baby, move.â You didnât have to tell her twice as she began rocking her hips at a furious pace, bouncing up and down on the toy.
Youâve never found yourself so entranced by such a scene before you, the way her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, eyes screwed shut as her breasts bounced with every movement she made. You reach a hand up to grab at one of her breasts, twirling one of her perky nipples between your fingers, causing a moan to escape from her lips. âMore, I need,â she choked on a moan as the toy grazed against that certain spongy spot in her walls, âneed more, please.â You smirked and adjusted your hips, raising your feet to plant them firmly on the bed as you began pounding up into her, meeting each of her thrusts.
She screamed out in pure ecstasy, as you brutally kept up the pace and drilled the toy into her relentlessly. Nothing but babbles of nonsense and moans of pleasure could be heard coming from Wanda as her mind was filled with nothing but you and the way you were fucking her fantastically. You took pride in the way you knew how to make her squirm, how to adjust your hips in just the right places to reach where she needed you the most.
Her nails raked down the front of your chest, the sting causing you to hiss out in pain, letting it turn into a moan of pleasure at the idea of Wanda marking you, the scratches sure to leave red marks for weeks. Your breathing was starting to become uneven as you could feel the coil within your stomach nearing its release, âmâ close baby, are you?â You panted out and all Wanda could do was whimper a response as she let herself collapse on top of you, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck as she buried her face within the confines of it, nipping at suck at the pale skin.
âWant you to come with me baby, think you can do that?â You grunted as you picked up your pace, your thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier as the two of you neared your release. Wanda had given up at this point, her body submitting full control over to you as her hips stuttered to try and meet your thrusts, eventually giving up and letting you take over, driving into her with a sheer force that she thought she might black out.
She was moaning straight in your ear, as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching, âY/N, Iâm gonna- Fuck!â She cried out as her orgasm wracked her body, chants of your name echoing off the walls as waves of arousal coursed through her as it dripped down the base of the toy, effectively ruining your sheets. All it took was her moaning your name to send you over the edge, your hips stuttered and came to a complete stop as your orgasm took over your body, dropping to the bed in exhaustion as beads of sweat dripped down your forehead.
You wrapped your arms around Wanda, holding her securely against you, as both of you came down from your highs. You only moved her slightly enough to remove the toy from inside her, whimpers of protest leaving her lips as you did, missing the feeling of being full, as you maneuvered the toy down your legs and kicked it off somewhere into the room, reminding yourself to find it and clean it later.
Your hand trailed soft lines up her back, as her arms were loosely wound around your neck, as she rested her forehead against your own, trying to regain her breath. You smiled gently at the woman before you, reaching your spare hand to tuck some strands of hair behind her ear, and she shyly turned away at the gesture.
You frowned slightly at the movement, she wasnât one to deny your touch, she was practically begging for it just a few minutes ago, something was off, but you didnât know what it was. It was as if she knew this would be the last time, and she was trying to make the heartbreak hurt a little less.
She climbed off of your lap like she always did, not daring to look at you, afraid that if she even did a once over of your face, and looked into those big y/e/c doe eyes, she would fall back into the trap, and sheâd never be able to get out of it.
âWands,â you spoke softly, as you sat up in bed, your fingers raking through your hair as you watched her get her clothes that were haphazardly strewn around the four walls of your room. She didnât miss a beat, didnât even bat an eye when you spoke her name, as she pulled her underwear up her legs, her slacks following not long after. âHave you seen my bra?â She asked out of nowhere, finally breaking her silence, but still not looking your way.
You sighed as you climbed out of bed, grabbing your underwear and pulling them up your legs, before grabbing your sports bra and throwing it on, helping her look for her lost bra. âWands, please,â your tone was laced with desperation, as you begged the woman to even look in your direction. When she didnât respond, you held back the hurt expression that wanted to spread across your face. You should be used to this by now, used to her leaving without a word, sometimes barely uttering a goodbye before she kissed your lips and left.
You still found it hurting every time.
You found her bra amongst a pile of your clothes and held it up in your hand, she muttered out a âthanksâ as she snatched the bra from your hand and quickly put it on. You sat on the edge of your bed as you watched her grab her shirt and begin buttoning the buttons along the front of it, noticing the slight shake in her hands as she did. You reached your hands out and grabbed her own in yours, forcing her to stop her movements, her eyes still not meeting yours. âWands, look at me, please.â You begged, your tone pleading as you gripped her hands in your own.
She let out a breath, as if she was in deep thought, before turning to face towards you, and lifting her head just enough to look at you. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding when she finally looked at you. Her face was emotionless, void of any emotion, as if she were numb to the situation, numb to the pain of always leaving your bed and never returning for weeks or months on end, even if it broke her heart every time to do so.
âYou donât have to leave you know,â you spoke gently as you looked into her eyes, hoping to convey any sort of emotion to help the situation. âY/N, you know I canât.â She shook her head in response as she pulled her hands out of yours, and you wish that it didnât tear at your heart like the way that it did.
âI canât keep doing this. This back and forth,â you gestured between the two of you. âYou donât see me when you leave. You donât see how hurt and broken I am every time you walk out that door, just once, Iâm going to ask you to stay, for me, for us.â The tears were brimming in your eyes, and you were trying everything in your power to keep them from falling. âPlease, weâd be so great together. I love you,â Wanda gave you an incredulous look, almost as if you'd said the most erroneous thing to fall upon her ears. âAnd you know that I do, and somehow I can tell that you love me too. And we can finally have that family we always talked about and just stay awake late at night talking aimlessly about our future, so please, I'm asking you, pick me for once.â The desperation in your voice was no longer hidden, as you begged. All youâve known is her, all youâve ever held and fucked and kissed and wanted to spend the rest of your life with is her.
The tears threatened to spill from your eyes when her gaze casted downwards and she shook her head slightly, choking back a sob that so desperately wanted to escape. âY/N, we both know that I canât, this arrangement we have, sure, itâs nice. Itâs nice to have you every one and then, but I donât know if I want forever with you.â She spoke softly, ashamed of the words falling from her lips, because she knew they werenât true, she wanted forever with you, but she couldnât bring herself to say the truth, couldnât let herself fall fully for you.
âMy job is so demanding, you know this. Iâm away for weeks and months at a time, a relationship canât revolve around seeing each other only once every few months, it canât.â She shook her head as you stood up, âNo, no. Iâm not going to let you give up on us that easily.â
âThere was never an us Y/N! All we do is fuck, we relieve the stress we build up during our time apart and then you fuck me and I leave!â She exclaims and you flinch back at her harsh tone, your heart shattering with every word sheâs speaking. âWanda, please, we can try, we can make this work, please-â
âI donât love you!â She cried out, you took a step back from her, your lip quivering as you took in her words, and the tears you were trying so hard to keep at bay falling from your eyes. âWhat?â
âI donât love you, at least not the way that you love me. I donât think I ever have.â She spoke with a sigh and you let yourself fall down on your bed, your head dizzy with emotion as your heart beat erratically in your chest. This couldnât be true, there was no way. Were you reading the signs wrong the entire time? She made you laugh like no one else ever did, you two fit like two pieces of a puzzle, each of you molding to form one being.
âYouâre lying,â you sniffed as you shook your head, wiping at the tears that were now pouring from your eyes, Wandaâs heart shattering at the sight, she hated herself for doing this. âIâm sorry Y/N, but Iâm not.â You choked out a sob as you clutched at your chest, a sob wracking your body as your built up emotions finally boiled over and you couldnât contain them any longer. She tried to reach a comforting hand out to you but you shrugged her away.
âDonât touch me! Just go!â You yelled at her, your eyes swollen and puffy with tears as you looked at her, âjust say goodnight and go.â She took a step back from you, tears filling her own eyes but she didnât dare let you see them, as she obeyed your wish and grabbed her things, walking out of your bedroom and shutting the door behind her.
You fell back onto your bed in a fit of sobs, gripping at your chest as your heart ached, ached for a lover that wasnât even yours to begin with. You were stupid, you could see that now, but why were you letting someone who didnât seem to care about you, make you feel like the most vile person alive?
You loved her, and you hated to say that now, hated the way the words felt in your lips, almost as if you were spewing venom every time you spoke them. You hated her, but you loved her, you hated yourself for allowing yourself to fall in love with her. Now all that you had to do was pick up the pieces of your broken heart, and if you were being honest with yourself, you werenât even sure if youâd even be able to do that.
Confess Your Lust - Melina Vostokoff x Reader [18+]
A/N: Hello, whores, this is a request for my bestie @oncebit7 because sheâs a complete slut. I hope you all like this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Melina is sexy and I will be taking no counterarguments on this subject.Â
Request:Â âmommy!melina x daughterâs best friend!readerâ - @oncebit7
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Saturdays were always the highlight of your week, spent in the company of your best friend. Despite the amount of fun that existed on your weekly sleepovers, you were always the last to fall asleep, forsaken for hours until slumber took you under. This time was as identical as any, your best friend passed out beside you as you stared towards the ceiling, your phone securely in hand as you attempted to combat the boredom. After an hour or two of mundane scrolling, you ventured downstairs to find some snacks, hunger pangs striking within your stomach as you descended to the ground floor.
So consumed by your quest, you had forgotten that Mrs Vostokoff was home, all but startled by her existence as you noted her lingering by the kitchen counter as she sipped upon a glass of red wine. The woman was as strikingly beautiful as ever, your breath subconsciously caught for a second as you jostled with your natural reaction to fluster at the visual of her in her robe. Instead, you remained glued in place, unable to pry your eyes away from the way the soft silk enclosed around her frame so tightly and accentuated her curves.
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