can someone please recommend some period wlw fanfics???! victorian, regency, medieval, it doesn't matter but I NEED to read about forbidden love, yearnism, comphet, internalized homophobia, religious guilt, angst, or anything like that. or or or something like butch knight x femme princess please ANYTHING
“x reader” fics where hot women are fighting over me and getting jealous acting like i’m a 10/10 stunna but i’m literally reading them in bed like this
𓂃 ´ཀ` WHAT ARE THEIR KINKS? feat; Wanda maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Rio vidal, Yelena belova, Carol danvers and Selina Kyle x fem!reader
tw; SMUT. fem!reader, mommy kink, g!pNatasha, strap-on, brat-tamming, degradation, praise, slapping, pet names (baby, babe, sweet, bunny and good girl ), punishments, hair-pulling, dirty talk, dumbfication. dni men and minors.
Wanda: Mommy kink (nobody can tell me otherwise
♱ “You take me so well” she dips her head, pressing kisses against your jaw, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin while she thrusts into you, slow and deep, without any rush. Her breath hot against your ear, rasping and unsteady as she murmurs, “Come for me, bunny. Can you do that for me?” You whimper, tears pricking in your eyes as she continues thrusting, filling you so well "I know, I know bunny”
Her lips press against your cheek, tears dried and skin flushed. “It's okay” She coos feeling your legs tremble around her waist, bringing a calloused hand to the soft skin of your thighs, running her fingers over the skin "Mommy is here baby" she groan softly against your skin, sinking the strap deeper into your pussy.
You whine high-pitched, burying your face in the pillow, and that makes her let out a low, possessive hum in the back of her throat “No, sweetheart.” she murmurs unsteadily, fingers finding your chin and lifting it to come face to face with you, her pupils are dilated as she examines your face.
looking at your disheveled and sweaty appearance make has a fire burning in her guts. She uses her free hand to pin your hips, preventing any more movement. “Wanna see your pretty face when you come for me.”
Natasha: Breeding kink (G!p)
♱ Her hands grip your hips to keep you in place, so hard that it leaves her fingerprints on your skin. Her thrusts strong and deep, desperate “Shit— so tight” she whimpers, feeling your walls tighten around her sensitive dick
She mumbles something that you're unable to make out against your skin. Her fingers dig in your hips, her grip almost bruising now, “Gonna fill you up so good—” She grits out, voice thick, still pumping up into you with those hard, sharp, harsh little thrusts, her head just getting more fuzzy.
“God, you are so pretty for me,” she breathes, voice low and wrecked already. Her hips give a deep thrust, sinking all her cock so you can feel how deep it is inside you. “This tight little hole was made to take my cum—made to keep it.”
She moves in long, punishing strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust punches the air from your lungs slamming forward harder. “Gonna breed you— till it’s leaking out” She presses the heel of her palm low on your belly, right where she’s buried deepest.
Your body starts to tense, breath hitching faster, walls fluttering hard around her cock. She feels it instantly—the way you tighten, the little tremors running through you, the way your hips jerk back involuntarily like you can’t help chasing it
“You close baby?” she whispers hot against your ear, voice dark and teasing, lips brushing your skin “Come with me”
Rio Vidal: Brat-tamming kink
♱ “You were being such a brat” she groans against the back of your neck, fingers tightening in your hair, pulling you closer to her “Where did those words go, uh?”
Another pitiful whine spills out of you, high, broken and needy—your body caught between trying to pull away from the overwhelming fullness and pushing back for more. She laughs darkly at the sound, the vibration rumbling through her chest into your back.
“Listen to you,” she groans, panting. Her hand on your hip coming down to slap your ass hard, leaving a sharp, painful heat against the sensitive skin. The sound echoes in the room; the sting blooms instantly, sharp and fiery, spreading heat across already tender skin.
“F-fuck! Rio—" Tears well up in your eyes from the sting of the slap as she continues thrusting into you, you jerk forward on instinct, but she doesn’t let you escape—her grip on your hair keeps your head yanked back, forces you to take every punishing thrust while your pussy clenches around the strap.
“Shh…” Her voice is low, almost gentle. Her fingers loosen in your hair for just a heartbeat—long enough for you to suck in a desperate gasp—before she shoves your face forward, pressing your cheek hard into the soft, warm pillow that still smells faintly of her shampoo and sweat.
The fabric muffles your next moan instantly, turning it into a pathetic, wet whimper trapped against cotton. Your nose fills with her scent; your mouth opens on instinct, tasting salt and laundry detergent as she grinds her hips forward in one slow, deliberate roll.
The strap sinks impossibly deeper—deeper than before, deeper than you thought your body could take. The thick, ridged silicone presses right up against your cervix, stretching you so wide your walls flutter helplessly around it, trying and failing to adjust. A sharp, electric ache blooms low in your belly, mixing with the throbbing pleasure until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Your thighs tremble violently, knees sliding wider on the sheets as your hips jerk forward on reflex, only for her pelvis to slam back against your ass and pin you in place.
“There you are,” she coos, voice dripping with mock-pity, the kind that makes your face flush even as your cunt clenches harder around her. “So pathetic”
Her fingers dig into the back of your skull, pressing your face deeper into the pillow until your breaths come in short, ragged pulls through your nose. You can feel every inch of her inside you—every vein on the strap dragging against your sensitive walls with each shallow grind, the tip of the strap finding that deep spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes water. Slick leaks steadily out around the base, running hot down your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath you in a growing wet spot.
She doesn’t pull back far—just enough to give you a few cruel, shallow thrusts that make obscene, squelching sounds every time she bottoms out again. Each one punches a choked sob out of you, the noise swallowed by the pillow, vibrating against your lips.
“Are you close, uh?”
Yelena: degradation kink
Yelena’s grip on your chin tightens just shy of painful, forcing your gaze downward to look at her fucking your pussy. The thick strap glistens obscenely with your slick, plunging in and out with wet, filthy sounds that fill the room. Every time she pulls back, your lips cling desperately to the silicone, strings of your arousal stretching and snapping between you like they’re trying to keep her inside.
“Look how wet that greedy pussy is,” she says in a condescending tone, clicking her tongue like you’re some disappointing little slut who can’t control herself. But the dark satisfaction in her voice betrays how much she loves seeing you like this—ruined, dripping, pathetic.
She slows deliberately, dragging the ridged length out so slowly you can watch your own cunt gape for a second, fluttering and empty, before she slams back in—hard—making your whole body jolt. A fresh gush of slick leaks out around the base, running hot down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you in a dark, spreading stain.
“Disgusting,” she murmurs, voice low and mocking, but her eyes are hungry, pupils blown wide. “Look at the mess you’re making. Can’t even keep it together while I use this hole.” Her free hand slides down to spread your folds wider with two fingers, exposing your swollen clit and the way your entrance spasms uselessly every time she bottoms out. “You’re soaked”
She starts thrusting faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make the strap batter your cervix with every snap of her hips. The bulge in your lower belly rises and falls visibly, obscene and unmistakable. Yelena presses her palm flat over it, grinding down so you feel exactly how deep she’s ruining you.
“Feel that?” she growls, thumb tracing the hard outline through your skin. “That’s me fucking this little cunt.” She groans against your skin, hips jerking involuntarily. “clenching like a whore.”
Your thighs are shaking violently now, slick dripping steadily, pooling under your ass and making everything slippery and obscene. She hooks one of your legs over her shoulder, opening you even wider, the new angle letting her drive impossibly deeper. The wet sound of her hips against yours is relentless, your moans turning into broken, needy sobs that you can’t hold back. “Are you going to come for me?”
Carol: size kink
♱ She sinks in all the way with one long, slow slide until her hips meet yours, the base flush against your soaked folds. A soft gasp escapes you; your legs tremble around her waist. Carol leans down, lips brushing your jaw in a gentle kiss as she sees you clench around the strap.
She starts moving—deep, steady thrusts that drag almost all the way out before plunging back in, each one making the thick head kiss your cervix. The bulge rises visibly in your lower belly with every stroke, and her large hand slides up to rest over it, palm warm and possessive, pressing just enough so you feel the hard outline of her inside you.
“Look at that… taking me so well,” she murmurs, voice low and warm, thumb tracing the swell. Another thrust, slow and deliberate, watching your face soften with pleasure-pain. “You feel how deep I am, baby? Right here.”
Her pace builds gradually—long strokes turning into firmer snaps, hips rolling in a rhythm that hits every sensitive spot. The wet sounds fill the room, skin meeting skin, your slick coating the strap with every pull-out. She keeps one hand on your belly, feeling the bulge shift and pulse under her palm, while the other slides to your thigh, lifting it higher to open you even more.
Your breathing turns ragged, little whimpers slipping out as your walls flutter around her. Legs shaking, hips bucking up to meet her, nails digging lightly into her arms. Carol’s smile widens, leaning closer to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
She adjusts the angle just right—short, precise thrusts now, grinding deep against that spot that makes your toes curl. The pressure builds fast, your body tensing, clenching hard around the thick length. “Gonna come for me?” she whispers against your ear, voice gentle, teasing, almost fond.
Selina: overstimulation kink
♱ “Shh— kitten” She smirks, biting your jaw, her slim fingers sinking deeper into your sensitive pussy, rubbing her palm against your swollen clit. You've already come four times in a row, your cheeks flushed with dried tears.
She doesn’t give you time to catch your breath.
Her teeth sink harder into the soft skin beneath your jaw—sharp enough to bruise, possessive enough to mark “Shh—kitten. You don’t get to hide from this.”
Her fingers plunge deeper, rougher, three now, stretching you open with brutal insistence while her palm slams down against your clit in tight, punishing circles. Your whole body convulses—muscles locking, thighs trembling violently, trying to close around her wrist but she forces them wider with her knee, pinning you open like she owns every inch.
You’re sobbing openly now, raw and wrecked, tears spilling fresh down your cheeks into your hair. Four orgasms already ripped through you and left you hypersensitive, every brush of her knuckles inside sending lightning up your spine. But she doesn’t slow. She speeds up.
“Feel that?” she hisses, voice dark and ragged with her own arousal. “You’re dripping down my wrist, baby—look how fucking messy you are for me.”
Her free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is bared completely. She drags her tongue up the column of it—slow and hot, hen bites again, harder, right over your pulse.
Her fingers crook viciously, hammering that spot inside you over and over without mercy. The pressure builds too fast, your belly tightening, thighs shaking so hard the bed creaks. You’re clenching around her so violently she groans against your neck.
“Thats it baby, i know you can take it”
She's sure you can give her another one, right? Like a good girl.
May you do how the Marvel women are when readers mad at them
That’s all lol nothing too much
When you're mad at the marvel women
Natasha is a pro at managing anger but even though yours is a lot milder than say… the Hulk’s it still stings the most coming from you. She won't push you to talk right away, and when she does she sounds a bit like a crisis negotiator but your feelings are more important to her than you probably even realize, and as cool as she may appear on the surface this woman is restless until she's back in your good graces.
Wanda feels your anger deeply. Part of her wants to get angry right back just for making her feel like this, but when it comes to you she always tries to take space when she's hurting rather than lashing out. And she is an empathetic person, when she has time to process it's easy to see the pain behind your anger, and knowing she caused it is heartbreaking for her.
Carol’s passionate but she's also diplomatic, it's easy for her to snap at you when things get heated but she's just as quick to come to her senses and apologize. When your anger doesn't defuse as easily it can be frustrating for her but she always cares more about de-escalating and finding a compromise than ‘winning’ an argument.
Valkyrie’s feisty. At first she doubles down, tells anyone who will listen that she's not apologizing and that you'll come around …But then she starts to miss you. Before long she's back with a lighthearted joke, hoping the tension will just blow over but if it doesn't she's ready to get serious and talk it out, because as it turns out, her avoidant tendencies and her pride just aren't as strong as her love for you is.
Kate’s argumentative at first, not angry exactly, but she'll stubbornly try to make you understand her point of view while completely overlooking yours, but when that doesn't work and your anger festers she goes into total ‘kicked puppy mode’, getting clingy and apologetic, and eventually it becomes impossible not to take pity on her.
Hey, I really love your angst I was wondering if you’ll be doing a part 2 of clingy or outsider?
Outsider: Alt Part Two
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Link to Part One [x] and original Part Two [x]
[A/N] Some of you wanted a version where reader does NOT forgive Nat so here we go! I have one more request for a particularly angsty Part Two which will be released soon 😘 Thanks for the love for this one, hope you all enjoy!
Christmas comes and goes without Natasha hearing a word from you. That’s fair enough, she supposes. At first looking after the kids without you was relatively simple. They didn’t have anything to complain about anymore after all. That’s why she’s surprised when Elena announces loudly one day “I wish Y/N was here.”
Natasha looks at her “What makes you say that?”
“I miss her. She always had fun ideas and she’s nice.”
“Really?” Natasha asks lightly “See… I thought you didn’t like her.”
“No, Mommy doesn’t like her.” Elena says, more focused on her colouring than this conversation “Mommy said it was Y/N’s fault that you two weren’t together anymore.”
Natasha pauses, wondering whether Rosalie had said something like that in front of the kids. That’s not the kind of thing a child just comes out with unless they’ve heard it somewhere and Natasha frowns, knowing that with how Rosalie had behaved over Christmas there was probably some truth in her daughter’s words. Natasha had instigated the break-up more than Rosalie had. She’d felt bad about separating given they had kids but Rosalie loved the attention of other people and in the end Natasha had found it too difficult to cope with. Every time Rosalie went out Natasha would spend the whole night worrying she was cheating. Rosalie would come home smelling of someone else’s perfume and would laugh, waving off Natasha’s worries and accusations. In the end Natasha couldn’t take it anymore and she’d left.
It certainly hadn’t had anything to do with you. Her and Rosalie had been separated for months by the time Natasha had even met you. Natasha’s cheeks flush as she remembers those first few months – it had been nice, finally having something separate from motherhood that wasn’t work. You were hers and hers alone. You were such a kind, sweet girl that Natasha never worried you were out cheating. Every time you looked at her it was as if you couldn’t believe she’d chosen you. Out of everyone. But of course Natasha had. You made her feel happy, secure, wanted. Everything that Rosalie hadn’t.
Not for the first time her hand reaches for her phone but she stops herself at the last second. Her pride won’t let her. Natasha knows she should call. That she should apologise for sending you away just before Christmas, that maybe you’d been right after all.
Christmas had been weird. When the kids were in bed on Christmas Eve her and Rosalie had shared a bottle of wine and Natasha had confided that the two of you had broken up. She’d been looking for comfort, for reassurance, for sympathy even but what she got was a delighted shriek from Rosalie as she’d pulled Natasha in for a hug “I mean honestly Nat, it took you long enough.” Rosalie had sighed “Y/N was a loser. Not good enough for you.”
A few more drinks later Rosalie had kissed her. And it had felt… Nice. Familiar. Comforting in a weird sort of way. She was missing you so she went along with it and the next morning she quickly covered her naked body with the duvet as the kids ran into the bedroom, squealing with excitement about Christmas. As soon as she realised what she’d done the regret had flooded through her veins. You’d only broken up the day before. Were you even actually broken up? Did this count as cheating?
That was part of the reason Natasha couldn’t bring herself to contact you. Rosalie had assumed the two of them were back together, going as far as telling the kids who’d screamed with excitement. Natasha had sat through the most awkward Christmas Day of her life before explaining to Rosalie in no uncertain terms that her lapse in judgement the night before did not mean they were back together.
“Oh come on.” Rosalie had said “It was nice, wasn’t it? Like the old days. And we have kids together Nat, kids who miss you when you’re not here.”
“I don’t appreciate you telling the kids we’re back together before we’d even discussed it.” Natasha replied, folding her arms “We broke up for a reason RoRo.”
“You used to call me that all the time, it’s so cute.” Rosalie had put her hand on Natasha’s cheek and gone in for another kiss.
This time Natasha had come to her senses. She’d pulled away, told Rosalie angrily that they were not getting back together and had then returned home even though she was meant to be staying another night. Part of her felt bad about disappointing the kids but she reasoned it was Rosalie’s fault for raising their expectations so high. Natasha herself was disappointed to get home and not find you there. Maybe you’d meant it. Maybe you really had broken up with her. And how was Natasha supposed to face you now? She’d done the one thing she’d always sworn she’d never do, the one thing she herself could never forgive. How could she have been so stupid?
So whenever you’d crossed her mind and she’d reached for her phone she’d stopped herself at the last second. How could she face you after what she’d done? Natasha had decided instead to focus on the kids, reasoning that they were at least happy about your split even if she wasn’t.
Now it’s May, five months since the two of you had split up. Some of your belongings are still here but you hadn’t contacted Natasha to collect them and she was still too embarrassed to face you.
Elena keeps colouring then suddenly offers “Mommy said after Christmas you would come back to live with us.”
“I think Mommy got a little confused.” Natasha says quietly “We’re not together anymore, remember?”
Jacob nods “You’re with Y/N!”
“Yeah, we like Y/N. She took us the zoo and she let us have chicken nuggets for lunch.” Elena says.
Natasha swallows hard. Her priority had always been her kids but she can see now you’d been right. Rosalie had been ruling the roost from afar, deliberately turning the kids against you. If Natasha had just listened to you, actually spoken to the kids properly about her new relationship rather than burying her head in the sand…
“Will you take us to the zoo, Mama?” Elena asks, looking up at Natasha.
Natasha forces a smile on her face and nods “Yeah, if you want. It’s a nice day, let’s go to the zoo.”
Of all the things Natasha expected to see at the zoo, you were not one of them.
It’s actually Jacob who notices you first. His face lights up and he lets go of Natasha’s hand, running towards you at full speed “Y/N! Y/N, Y/N!”
Elena looks over and squeals with joy, running after her brother “Look Mama, it’s Y/N! Y/N!”
Natasha closes her eyes for a moment, not wanting to look over but eventually she has no choice. When her eyes land on you her breath is taken away. It’s been five months but you still look exactly the same. Beautiful, radiant… She can’t help smiling when she sees the way you wrap the kids up in your arms, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks as they squeal and giggle. Natasha had been crazy to think you ever considered the kids the problem. You’d loved them. Natasha wishes she’d appreciated that at the time.
Slowly, Natasha makes her way over to you and smiles awkwardly “Hey.”
You pause in making a fuss of the kids, looking up at her and smiling back shyly “Hey.”
There’s a long moments silence between the two of you though the kids fill it with excited squeals and laughter as they cling to your hands, talking to you a mile a minute. Natasha feels her eyes fill at how happy the kids are to see you – five months is a long time in a child’s life but they’d remembered you and were excited. Eventually Natasha coughs “So uh… How have you been?”
“Okay. What about you?”
“I’m okay too.”
Silence descends on you both again and Natasha sighs “Hey so um… Clearly the kids are happy to see you and I figured… If you’re not too busy, maybe we could look round everything together?”
You stand up, shoving your hands in your pockets “Oh… Nat. Actually…”
“Y/N! Y/N, the sea lion show starts soon!”
Natasha is surprised to hear a child’s voice calling out to you and a moment later a little girl appears, tugging on your shirt. Following behind the little girl with a smile on her face is Carol Danvers. Natasha momentarily feels wrong-footed; looking between the two of you, hoping against hope this isn’t what she thinks it is.
Carol wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek “Sorry, she’s pretty excited to see those sea lions. Oh, hey Nat.”
Natasha’s heart sinks “Hey.”
You give her a small smile “This is Marnie, Carol’s daughter. Me and Carol… We’ve been dating since February.”
Natasha doesn’t know Carol all that well. As far as Natasha was aware Captain Marvel had returned to outer space, protecting the galaxy and leaving Earth to the Avengers. She had no idea Carol was back, much less that she had a child. And now you’re dating her…
“Can we go see the sea lion show too?” Elena asks, still holding onto your hand “Please Mama?”
Natasha cringes “We don’t want to bother Y/N, she’s out with-”
“It’s fine.” You smile at Elena and Jacob “Remember when I brought you last year and we all watched the sea lions?”
They both nod, practically jumping with joy as you all head to the sea lion section, Natasha hanging back as the three children chatter happily, all of them wanting your attention. Carol keeps her arm around your shoulders and Natasha can’t stop her eyes darting to look every five seconds. It should be her arm around you. You should be here with her, Jacob and Elena. Natasha is only realising just how badly she messed up, how much she lost.
When you all sit down you end up sat next to Natasha, Elena on one side and Jacob on your lap. Once the children are distracted Natasha looks at you “Carol, huh?”
“Maria got me a room in the compound when we broke up-”
“I never saw you.”
“Well, no I made sure of it. Then Carol came back for a visit, we got to talking and she asked me out for Valentine’s Day. I moved in with her last month.”
Your voice is clipped and cold, making Natasha cringe again “No, I mean she- She’s great. What about um… Marnie’s other parent?”
“What about him?”
“Well is he um… Is he still present?”
You glance at her “No. He was someone Carol met on her travels.”
“Oh. So he’s-”
“I don’t really wanna talk about it Nat to be honest.”
Natasha glances back towards the water where the sea lion is now balancing a ball on his nose, causing the kids to squeal with laughter. She looks at how comfortable Jacob is in your lap and ventures “The kids miss you.”
“Nat-”
“So do I. I miss you Y/N.” Natasha suddenly feels desperate. How had she let it get this far? Why hadn’t she just called you straight after Christmas?
You turn to face her, your voice quiet so the kids don’t hear “I can’t honestly say I don’t miss you Nat. We had fun and I loved you. But… Things with Carol are so good. It’s still early days but I don’t feel this constant pressure from her previous relationship. Marnie’s such a sweet girl who’s wholeheartedly accepted me into her little family. Even if I could turn my back on Carol… I could never turn my back on her. Not now.”
Natasha swallows hard. You care about Marnie. You’d probably cared about her kids in the same way at some point but Natasha had been too hard listening to their complaints which were coming from Rosalie to notice “There’s still… Some of your stuff at mine-”
“Keep it. Sell it. I took everything I needed.” You sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of Jacob’s head “It’s been really good to see you Nat. I’m glad the kids are doing okay. But we’re done.”
You turn your attention back to the sea lion show but Natasha can’t tear her eyes away from you. The way you hold her kid like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s a reminder of everything she lost. Natasha’s stomach twists. You’re right. Natasha’s still in love with you but you’re not in love with her. And there’s nothing she can do. She’s too late. She chose you too late.
pairing: marvel ladies x reader, (natasha x reader, wanda x reader, carol x reader, kate x reader, agatha x reader, rio x reader, yelena x reader)
summary: first episode of very dramatic and very gay dating show, with a lot of chaos, bad flirting and beautiful women.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: none just some flirting and a bit of drama (we´re staring slow)
an: first part of this fun series, wohooo, i truly hope you’ll like it! i’m super excited! happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there;) hit me up pls
"Welcome everyone... to the very first season of The Love Initiative!" The camera glides over sunlit villa, white walls, glass doors, pool that would be too big for twenty people and a lot of very pricey decorations, before settling on Sam Wilson, the host, standing in a custom burgundy suit.
"My name is Sam Wilson, I´ll be your host and before you ask... yes," he adds, smirking, "this is exactly what it looks like. Ten days. One villa. A group of very attractive, very single women... and one person who´s about to have their life turned upside down." He starts walking.
"Here´s how it works. Our contestants will be living together right here," he points at the villa, "bonding, competing, falling in love... or at least trying not to start unnecessary drama." Sam pauses, then shrugs, "actually, scratch that, there will definitely be drama." A quick glance at the camera, "you´re welcome."
Sam then gestures toward a seperate part of the villa, "and then there is the one and only. Our lead. The one making all the decisions. The one everyone´s here for." Sam smiles, "(Y/N)!"
"Now (Y/N) won´t be living with the others. They get her own private apartment, a little peace, a little quiet place to think... and to question every single decision they make over the next ten days."
"Each day, they´ll go on fun dates, face new challanges and get to know the women who are all here for one reason... to win their heart."
His tone softens just slightly, "and at the end of it all... they´ll choose one person. One woman to leave this villa with."
A beat of silence.
"No preassure, right?" Sam chuckles. "So get comfortable. Get emotionally invested. Maybe don´t pick favorites too early, trust me, never ends well." A pause, then a grin on his face. "because if there is one thing I can guarantee... it´s that sparks will fly!"
Right. So... this is really happening.
You stare at your reflection like it might suddenly give you an explanation how you got here. Here is a beautiful villa bathroom, that is definitely more expensive than your entire apartment back home, about to participace in what is essentially... a televised speedrun of your love life.
Which to be fair, needed help. A lot of help. Because if you´re being honest? Your romantic history could be summed up in three categories - almosts, what-ifs and that one time you thought girl was flirting and she was just cursing at you in another language.
You let out a quiet breath, leaning your hands agasint the sink. So the only solution to your problem is going on a fully televised dating show. Because if you were going to make questionable life choices, you might as well commit.
You straighten slightly, eyeing yourself in the mirror again.
Ten days. Ten days to meet a group of women who are all here for you. To go on dates. To figure out feelings. To... somehow choose one person at the end of it.
Your future girlfriend. Potentially your future wife. No pressure. None at all. Totally normal. This is exactly what well-adjusted people do. You huff out a small laugh, shaking your head. This is very normal gay experience.
The main hall is ridiculous in person. Beautiful ridiculous, to be specific. Warm golden lighting, tall windows, elegant furniture and at the center of it all is a stage framed by soft lights and large flower arrangements.
You stand just out of frame, smoothing your hands down the front of your clothes for what has to be the hundredth time, trying and failing to ignore the pounding of your heartbeat.
From somewhere beyond the cameras, Sam´s voice carries through the room, Unlike someone, he sounds very confident and overall effortlessly charming. "Now, before be begin, let´s talk about the person at the center of all this."
A large screen flickers to life. And suddenly you´re watching yourself. Pieces of you. Quick flashes of a life that feels oddly intimate, seeing it on the big screen now. Of course you remember them shooting it before you went to villa, but seeing yourself with friends in a coffee shop, or walking throught the city with headphones on, reading in your apartment or other candid moments where you look soft, free... it´s weird to see yourself through the eyes of someone else.
Sam narrates over it all, "smart, kind, funny..." he pauses, "questionable taste in food combos, according to production notes." A quiet laugh from the crew, "but most importantly? Someone who has a lot of love to give. And maybe, just maybe, is finally ready to let herself receive some back." The montage ends.
"And now..." Sam´s voice lights with very theatrical excitement. "Here they are- the one and only..." He grins towards the camera, "(Y/N)!"
Oh god.
That´s you.
That is, unfortunately, your cue.
You step out into the light, trying your best not to look like you´re internally screaming. The camera turn and everything suddenly feels very real. Sam meets you halfway, immediately offering the kind smile, that takes some of the edge off.
"Well," he says, gesturing toward you, "welcome in the villa, (Y/N)!"
"Thank you, it is very crazy to be here... in a good way, of course." You laugh, nerves making it come out breathless.
Sam chuckles, leading you toward the center of the room, both of you settling into the easy rhytm of conversation. "How are you feeling?" He asks, softer now, genuine.
You exhale a nervous little laugh, "honestly?"
"Please."
"Terrified. Excited, Slightly nauseous. But mostly excited."
Sam nods seriously, "that´s exactly how I feel every Thanksgiving with my family, so I´d say you´re doing great."
That pulls a real laugh from you, it definetly helps loosening up the nerves.
"Alright, but now the important question."
You immedietly narrow your eyes, "that sounds dangerous."
"It is," Sam folds his arms, "what is your type?"
You think about it for a second before shaking your head, "I... honestly don´t know if I have one."
Sam blinks, "no type at all?"
"No. I mean- obviously I find people attractive, but I´ve never really had a strict type. It´s more about the chemistry, I guess. Personality. Connection."
Sam hums, glancing toward the large closed door at the other end of the hall. "Well," he says, dragging out the word, "that´s actually great news."
You raise a brow, "oh?"
Sam smiles, mischievous, like he knows something you don´t, "because behind those doors..." he points dramatically, "we have plenty of types."
Your stomach flips, not in a bad way. Just in a holy shit this is happening way.
Sam catches your expression and laughs, "so... final asnwer," he turns towards you. "Are you ready for all the ladies?"
You glance at the door, at whatever, whoever is waiting behind them. You smile happily and nervously at the same time, "I am."
Sam claps his hands together, "that´s what I like to hear." He steps back, grin widening. "Then let´s meet your future heartbreaks- I mean..." A beat of silence, "... potential soulmates."
The door open, and the first woman steps through. Sam´s voice carries smoothly across the hall, "Natasha Romanoff!"
You forget how breathing works. She moves like she owns every room she enters, not arrogantly, but with a quiet certainty, that makes the whole space shift around her. Her blonde hair falls in a soft waves over one shoulder, she´s dressed in sharp black tailoring softened by silk. It looks expensive, that´s for sure.
Every detail about her feels unreal. Her gaze lands on you, unreadable at first, then softens, just enough to make your stomach completly betray you.
She steps close, offering a small smile, that already feels like a marrige proposal. "It´s lovely to finally meet you, (Y/N)."
Her voice is velvet and low and-
Right.
Words.
You should use words.
Preferably right now.
"Hi," you manage.
Excellent start.
Natasha´s smile curves slightly wider, amused and she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear before stepping to the side. Your heart is doing concerning things.
Sam leans closer, "you´re staring, (Y/N)."
"I know."
"Do you need a minute?"
"I want medical assistance," Sam laughs and so does Natasha.
Then the door opens again and Sam speaks up again, "Wanda Maximoff." As your eyes meet hers, somehow things get worse.
Or better.
Definetly worse.
Definetly better.
Wanda walks in like the wind throught tall grass, effortless, grounded. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, slightly messy in a deliberate way and she´s dressed in dark jeans, boots, layereed necklaces and a worn flannel hanging open over a top, that reveals strong arms and sun-kissed skin.
You are immedietly in love with at least three things about her. When Wanda speaks it´s simple and casual, "hey you," but you nearly fold in half.
"Hi," you breathe, somehow even less coherent than before.
Wanda smiles and she joins Natasha. You look between them. Two most beautiful women, already devastating.
How many women are left? God.
Sam softly pats your shoulder and he chuckles, "you´re doing great."
"I´m fighting for my life."
"That´s good for the fans." He smirks, then he looks at the door again. "Another lady to the group, Kate Bishop!"
Oh.
This one looks like trouble.
Kate walks in like she´s entering a stadium tunnel before a championship game. Broad grin, shoulders back, confidence radiating off her in waves. She´s tall, athletic, dressed in jeans with sneakers and fitted blazer over a shirt. She absolutely knows she´s hot.
Which is horrible. She knows exactly what she does to people. Her eyes flick over you and brighten immediately, "well, hi there."
That grin becomes flirtatious in half a second, "you´re even cuter than production said." Heat floods your whole face.
Sam makes a delighted sound beside you, "oh, she´s fast."
Kate laughs, stepping closer to shake your hand, but her thumb brushes lightly over your knuckles, deliberate enough to make butterflies explode violetnly in your stomach. "It´s really nice to meet you, (Y/N)," she says, softer now. Then with a wink, "can´t wait to win."
She´s competetive, cocky, charming. You are so unbelievably doomed. Kate joins the other and you stare blankly ahead. Sam glances at you with a smirk, "how are we feeling so far?"
"I´ll tell you later, just keep them coming," you mumble out.
Sam laughs, "got it, lets tear off a band-aid. This is getting better and better, ladies and gantlemen. Welcome Yelena Belova!"
A blonde woman enters with the energy of someone deeply unimpressed by everything and somehow that makes her impossibly magnetic.
Lather jacket, dark shirt, rings on her fingers. Cool confidence worn loosely, like she´s not trying to impress anyone and somehow impresses everyone. Her hair is slicked back, her expression dryly amused, eyes sharp yet soft enough to hint at something warmer beneath.
She stops in front of you, looks you up and down and then she nods once, "good."
You blink, "good?"
Yelena shrugs, "you seem interesting. I was hoping for interesting." Then after a beat, "also pretty. Bonus." Sam physically turns away to laugh.
You feel your soul leaving your body, which makes Yelena smirk, "oh this will be so fun."
You´re still trying to recover from Yelena, when Sam straightens beside you and grin suspiciously. "Oh, (Y/N), you´re pretty much in gay heaven."
"Or hell, it´s hard to tell, to be honest."
Sam nods, with a chuckle, "very true. I´d say both is very entertaining." The doors open again and Sam´s voice rings out, "Carol Danvers!"
And another confidence walks in. Not the quiet kind, like Natasha´s. Carol walks in like she´s used to stepping into high-pressure situations and coming out on top. Tall, huge shoulders, strong arms that look sculpted by the gods themselves. She´s wearing tailored trousers and a fitted white button-up with sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows, showing toned forearms and a sharp watch at her wrist. Devastatingly attractive.
There´s a bomber jacket slung casually over one shoulder like she just stepped off a runway and a military base. Her blonde hair is swept back and her smile...
Her smile is trouble. Very cocky, yet very warm. Her eyes meet yours with immediate focus, it´s like she chooses what deserves her attention and right now, somehow, it is you and only you.
She steps close, offering her hand, "Carol." You take it and immediately notice two things, her grip is very firm, yet her hands are soft.
"It´s really nice to meet you," she says, voice smooth and sure. One of her corner of her mouth lifts, "I´ve heard there´s competetion here."
Your pulse jumps. Carol glances towards the lineup of women already gethered, sizing them up in one efficient sweep before looking back at you. "That´s alright, I like the competition."
Kate from across the room, lets out a small offended laugh, Carol only shoots her a grin. You can feel the instant competitive energy in the room.
Sam whistles, "looks like it´s hot and we barerly even started, that´s what we like to see. Just don´t fight yet, our medic is starting from tomorrow." He looks around, "just joking." Sam looks at the camera lenses and mouths "I´m not... anyway Agatha Harkness, everyone!"
This woman walks in like trouble has been flirting with her for years. Strong hands. Worn boots, that hit the floor with deliberate weight. Dark jeans, a white tank and a weathered flannel hanging open over it, sleeves rolled. Her hair is slightly messy, silver streaks catching the light in a way that makes her hotter. She looks older than the others.
Her whole energy says 'I know exactly who I am.' Agatha walks up to you with a smirk on her face, "oh," eyes dragging over you, "well done, producers."
You nearly choke, hoping that the medic is close, just in case. Sam laughs, "she likes you," he winks to the camera.
"I gathered," you mumble weakly. Agatha then steps close enough, that her woodsy and smoky cologne briefly wraps around you.
"Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart," she says with a teasing grin. "Let´s save everyones time and just-" she offers her hand, while Yelena snorts at her offer. Kate grins knowing exactly what is Agatha doing, while the rest just watches, hoping that you won´t fall for her tactics.
Before you can finish, Agatha´s expression changes, only slightly, but you see it. Her eyes cut sharply towards the doors and her jaw tightens. Like she suddenly senses something unplesant and Sam knows what the unplesant thing is. Or rather who. "Interesting," Agatha mumbles.
You were so deeply wrapped in Agatha´s cologne, you didn´t even realize, that the door openned one last time. Sam looks at the camera knowingly, "last but not least, Rio Vidal."
Rio moves calmly, measured and dangerous. Dark tailored slacks, black silk shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, rings on her long fingers and dark hair in a bun, showing her sharp cheekbones. She is beautiful in a way, that definetly feels intimidating. Like everyone instinctively makes room for her.
Then her gaze lands, not on you, but on Agatha. And slowly, very very slowly Rio smiles, "small world."
Agatha lets out a humorless laugh, which makes you confused, "you´ve got to be kidding me." You are glancing from one to another.
Wait, what?
Agatha measures Rio, but then she walks up to her spot, where other ladies are, some trying not to laugh, some smirking, knowing this will be a hell of a ride.
Rio finally looks at you and her entire expression softens by a degree. Which kinda makes it worse, because now all that intensity is directed at you. She takes your hand gently, brings it toward her lips, not quiete kissing your knuckles, but close enough, that your entire nervous system short-circuits.
"(Y/N)," Rio says, voice velvery smooth. "Pleasure."
"Oh, she is absolutely not using my dating moves on national television," Agatha mumbles so only Carol can hear.
Rio walks up next to Agatha, but she quickly changes with Carol, so she stands between them. You stare at the lineup and you swallow hard.
"These are our contestants and this is what we call premium television." Sam smiles, gesturing to the ladies.
Natasha elegant and unreadable. Wanda steady and wild. Kate grining at all the ladies. Yelena amused, but sharp. Agatha glaring like she is planing a murder. Carol as a big ball of confidence. And lastly, Rio pleased with herself.
Everyone one of them is impossibly beautiful and you feel so drawn towards them. Your stomach is doing crazy things, not only butterflies but a whole damn zoo. You lean towards Sam, "I think I´m in trouble."
Sam smiles, eyes bright with mischief, "oh, honey." He gestures towards the women, "you were in trouble the moment you walked in. At the end, you are in The Love Initiative!"
Movie Nights!!! She's got most spy flicks memorized, even the niche noir ones. She'll mutter the dialogues under her breath, with her arm wrapped around you.
Very paranoid. In very subtle ways. She's constantly aware of the environment around her, from the paperboy to the food delivery guy.
She can't watch old Disney movies, no matter how much you beg to do a marathon. It's just too much
Very insistent that you know how to defend yourself. At least a little. She's not bringing you into a fight by any means, but she knows better than most that the fight usually comes to you.
She can have a hard time opening up about the past, specifically all the things that she had to do, purely out of the guilt.
Is always happy to share a wardrobe with you. She actually loves it when she sees you in her red sweatshirt.
Wanda Maximoff
She loves to move around the furniture of the room to make space and dance with you. She'll even blush if you put on old music.
Being with Wanda means to be with someone who is constantly in touch with your moods. You might think you've gotten away with being upset, but she'll corner you with a frown and get the truth out of you.
That being said, you always pick up when she's in a bad headspace the second she starts re-watching her favorite sitcoms
It can be a bit hard to start an argument with her simply because she does not like to fight. Like, at all.
She uses her powers to make things easy for you. Making sure there's a small shield between you and that blunt corner, healing your paper cuts, etc.
Always really flattered when you ask about her Sokovian heritage. That can be a recipe, a tradition, or even the pet names she calls you. She feels so seen when you ask about that part of her.
Yelena Belova
For date nights, her favorite thing to do is stay at home and cook dinner together. There are some people who like to be alone in the kitchen. Not Yelena, though.
Travelling! Her biggest dream is to backpack across the world with you. She's constantly talking about all the cities that she wants to see
Being with Yelena means being with the silliest, most sarcastic person alive. You guys have hundreds of inside jokes.
She keeps a souvenir magnet of every place she's ever been on the fridge.
Calls the both of you parents. Your child? Her dog Fanny. Won't hear anything else.
I'm not joking when I say she's one of the most unserious people ever. She'll leave on a mission, kiss you goodbye, and you won't hear from her for the next 36 hours. And in those 36 hours, what's the first thing she sends you? A meme.
Carol Danvers
Always misses you so bad whenever she goes off planet. Leaves behind goose, and a device showing you her exact coordinates. You get notifications telling you that your girlfriend in in the Sunflower galaxy.
Being with Carol meaning facetiming at odd hours of the night, cause wherever she is, the sun is only out for three hours a day.
That being said, when it's for some fancy event or a treaty or a party of some kind, she is the first to pick you up and quite literally take you somewhere out of this world.
What about when she's on Earth though? Carol is literally the most 'handy' person ever. You don't need a carpenter; you have a girlfriend.
Karaoke nights. Yess. The most fun. Both of you drunk, slurring and screaming out songs between kisses.
Whenever she comes back, she always brings you some gift from wherever she'd been. It can be a necklace, a stone only found on Mars, whatever. But is made her think of you.
Notes-
Hiiii
Happy Pride Month!!
Haven't updated for some time, but I'm alive and well. I'm writing this at 3 in the morning, so apologies for any inconsistencies. Let's get to it.
1. The red room used old Disney cartoons as a way of brainwashing little girls, as shown in agent Carter. I feel like they'd be triggering for Nat.
2. Yelena has a golden retriever named Fanny that shows up at an end credit scene in black widow, if you were confused about that.
3. The headcanon that Carol takes you to events in outer space is based off of that scene in the Marvels, if you know what I mean. Also, the sunflower galaxy is a real thing. Look it up
That's all! Not much to say, thank you for reading. Happy Pride once again
With Love,
Ophelia
