You Ask Them To Leave The Room To Change ∣ marvel preferences
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Characters Included ➼ Ajak, Bucky Barnes, Druig, Gamora, Hela, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop, Loki Laufeyson, Maria Hill, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Okoye, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Pietro Maximoff, Sif, T'Challa, Valkeyrie, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova
Warnings ➼ Sexual innuendos, and obviously mentions of being naked.
Word Count ➼ 6,683 words
A/N ➼ Hope you enjoy reading ! I Was inspired by @orobaxis story 'Can you leave the room? I need to change.' I don’t think you realise how much I struggled with Matt’s part, it took me like a couple days to think of how it would go with him. Also so sorry this is a bit late then when I promised it would come out. This is also my longest work yet.
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Ajak !
“Darling, can you leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk over to the wardrobe. Ajak’s eyes follow you every move, as sits on the bed confused.
“Y/N, i have literally seen you naked so many times, darling. Why do I need to leave now?” She asks, her thick southern accent nearly making your knees buckle at the sound. Her eyes watch you look for clothes to wear, and it gives you butterflies.
“I just want some alone time. So are you able to leave the room while I change?” You repeated, wanting to go through with your prank. Ajak loves you so much and she respects and listens to you all the time. So she nodded her head, as she started walking over to the bedroom door. Her head bows down in disappointment as she makes a mental note to ask you why you wanted some alone time, and if anything is upsetting you.
“Ajak!” You call out as she walks past the doorway.
Just before she closes the door she calls out “yeah?”
“Come back here.” you demanded. Her head instantly rose up, and a smile started spreading on her face. She was practically jumping for joy as she walked back to you. Feeling like she is on cloud nine.
“Yes, Y/N?” she smiles, happy to be in your presence again. You reach out for her hand, and force her to stand closer to you. Your hands grab a hold on her hips, and you press your lips against hers.
When you pull apart, you rest your head against her. Both of you share the same intensely passionate gaze. “I was just pranking you, you can stay here.” you whispered against her lips.
“Thank god. I thought something was wrong.” she laughs. Her hand finds the small of your back, and forces you to come even closer to her and kiss her again.
“Nothing is wrong, baby.” You commented just before you pressed your lips against hers.
She pulls back, a cheeky smirk forming on her face. “Yes there is something wrong. You still wearing that towel.” Safe to say, you both forgot all about this prank.
Bucky Barnes !
“Hey Buck, are you able to leave the room real quick? I just need to get changed.” You ask. He looks up from his historical novel to look at you. His face shows that he is utterly stunned. One side of his mouth pulled to the side in a questioning manner. His eyebrows raised and scrunched up, trying to understand why you would want him to leave.
His mind immediately went to the negative side. He wonders what he has done to make you mad at him. Is she starting to resent me for my past? Does she not love me anymore? Am I doomed in life? Will I ever be loved?
You notice how Bucky stays still and avoids eye contact with you. Your heart falls down, feeling so guilty. You can tell he is not thinking helpful or good thoughts.
As you step closer, his head snaps towards you. Your footsteps bring him back to the present moment. “Why do you want me to leave? Have I done anything wrong? Because please let me know. Or if you are feeling insecure about the way you look, just know that I have seen you thousands of times, in all different ways. Naked, wrapped up in multiple layers, sweaty, shivering, naked, in swimmers, in lingerie, and in your pyjamas. I have seen your body also from many angles. There is nothing I haven’t seen before. If it isn’t about any insecurities you may have about your physical appearance, is it about any insecurities in this relationship? I-” you cut him off, by grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb against his knuckles. He looks up at you, his eyes starting to get glossy.
“I am so sorry, my love. I just saw this prank online where they asked their partners to leave the room so they can get changed. I am so sorry that I made you panic. Trust me I never ever want to leave you. Ever since you came into my life and we have started dating, I have felt whole. Also, you have made me fall in love with my body even more, around you I could never feel insecure.” You stated, placing a kiss on his lips between each sentence.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, his whole body changing in any instinct. His fingers rub away any tears, his hands have stopped shaking, he is taking deep breaths at a normal rhythm, and his face looks less twisted and stressed.
“I- I don’t know what to say.” He mumbles. “But I think you should make up for this.” He whispers before he pulls you in for a cuddle and a kiss on your forehead.
Druig !
“Hey Druig. Can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask.
Druig watches you walk past him, not even looking at his direction. Something is up. He sits up on the bed, and stares at you. You walk and act normally, it confuses him. Normally he would use his mind control, to maybe get an idea on what you are doing, but he promised to never do it on you. “No.” He grumbles, wanting to see how you play this out. His brain is completely confused by you.
You whipped your head at him. This isn't how you wanted the prank to play out. “What do you mean ‘no’?” You ask him, standing still as you raise your eyebrow at him. Egging him on, to continue speaking.
“No. Why would I start doing that now, when we haven't done that basically ever. Unless you have something planned for me, I don't see the reason why. I am your husband now, and it was made clear that I will happily enjoy seeing you in all different ways.” He explains, crossing his arms in annoyance. Not happy with your behavior at the moment.
You rolled your eyes, darn him and his quick thinking. You bite back your smile as you walk towards him. He raises his eyebrow at you, wondering what you are going to do next. You straddle his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. You place kisses from his right shoulder all the way up to his temple. Getting in nice and close to his ear you whisper “I was trying to prank you.”
You hear and feel his throat tightens and his breathing hitches, as his face rests against your neck. “You know, you shouldn’t prank a literal god. It won't do you any good.” he whispers, his hands snaking around your back and undoing your towel.
His hands go under your thighs as he picks you up, and he places you on the bed. Laying on your back, he takes his time to explore every part of your body.
Gamora !
“Gamora, can you leave the room while I get changed?” You ask her.
She looks up at you, completely confused. Her fingers stop playing with her knife, as places it on the bedside table. Getting off the bed, she walks over to you.
You stand in front of the wardrobe, looking for some clothes to wear. You ignore her footsteps, assuming she is leaving the room. Yet she stalks up from behind you, tilting her head in bewilderment. She hesitantly wraps her hands around your body. Afraid that you have actually been replaced, and someone is here to attack her. But your body smells the same intoxicating way, the same way that drives her insane in the best way. But you never acted like this before, you were never shy in front of her. You were the exact opposite, you loved showing off (your skills, body, etc) so you can receive praise from her. Her hands gently press against your stomach, unsure of who you are. An enemy or yourself. She doesn't know if she should hold you down more firmly, just in case you attack her.
“Y/N?” She asks, her voice wavering.
“Yes, love?” You respond. Your same sweet tone of voice, confused Gamora even more. There are so many signs that point towards your figure actually being you. But the way you acted and asked that question still rings alarm bells in her head. Her past life is glooming in the back of her mind.
“Y/N Y/L/N? Why are you acting like this? Is something wrong?” Gamora’s voice started sounding more scared, and that sound shattered your heart. You love her, and you know she loves you because you don't hate her for her past. And now from the sound of her voice, you can assume that her past betrayals are haunting her mind. You turn your body around, and press your lips gently against hers.
“I am so sorry Gamora. I wanted to prank you. I am all okay, I didn't mean to hurt you.” You whispered against her lips after you pulled away from the kiss.
Hela !
“Hela, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking past her laying on the bed. She watches your every move as you walk towards the wardrobe. Her eyebrows are raised, yet a smirk is plastered on her face. What are you up to?
“No, I will not leave the room.” She insisted, her voice firm but silky smooth. It sends shivers down your spine, and you are ready to pull the plug on this prank already. Wanting to listen to your Queen, as you try and force your body to stay upright and not melt at the sound of her voice.
But you continue fighting the urge to listen to her. “Can you please leave the room?” You ask again, your voice wobbly, as you lack confidence in you successfully fighting the urge to not fall to your knees. But Hela has you wrapped around her finger, and you both know that.
“I will not leave the room. And as your Queen I demand you to tell me why you request me to do so.” She walks over to you, and her hands lay on your hips and force you to face her. Her towering figure makes your knees want to crumble. Why did I try to prank a goddess?
“I-I-I…” you start explaining, yet her strong fiery gaze makes you forget how to speak. Makes you forget what words are.
“Go on.” She presses, a smirk now defined on her face. Loving the way you are practically crumbling at her feet.
“I-I was trying to prank you.” You whisper, ashamed of your attempt.
“Well as your Queen, you need to make it up to me. I think it is fair enough to force you to sleep naked tonight.” She whispers against your neck. Her hands force your towel to drop on the floor, and she carries you over to the bed. You melt into her arms, your body already giving out.
Jane Foster !
“Jane, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask. She looks up from the sheets of paper and photographs that lay on the bed. She is currently editing her next scientific report. Finding it better to edit the report when it is printed, and all her photographic evidence laying beside her.
“Is everything alright?” She asks, confused by your question. She has literally seen and dealt with some of the world's strangest physics situations and they have left her confused for sure. But not as confused as she is feeling right now. Her scientific brain already try to come up for possible reasons why you ask her that.
Is she wanting to break up with me? Is she getting annoyed that I am focusing on my report more than her the last couple weeks. Because I swear Y/N said she is fine with it, and doesn’t mind that she works on the report. Because it makes me happy, and she loves seeing me happy.
Is she feeling insecure? Did I or someone else do or say something to make her insecure? Is it the toxic influencers on the internet making you feel insecure? Because they don’t know shit. I remember one time when Y/N said that you saw a workout influencer say she fixed her extreme case of scoliosis by working out at the gym ‘only’. If you are insecure about how your body looks, hopefully you have realised by now I love your body so much, more than I love space. Also, if you didn’t ask that question I wouldn’t have paid any attention to you getting dressed and I would still be focusing on my work. So I would even look up at you, which could possibly make your possible insecurities worse.
When you heard only silence coming from her direction, you turned your body over to her. You see Jane’s face going blank as time went on, obviously deep in thought. You knew she was already stressed out with work, now you are causing her to stress out. It hurts you, it shatters your heart. You walk up to her, and rub your hands up and down her shoulders, snapping her back to the present moment. She looks up at you, and you place a kiss on her forehead, relieving any press up in her brain. She sighs at the contact.
“I am so sorry to make your brain go into overdrive. I know you are already stressed with this report. I was just trying to prank you. I was so excited, I completely forgot all about this report.” You mumbled against her forehead. Her hands reach up to the back of your head, massaging it in a way that tells you she is okay.
Kate Bishop !
”Hey Kate, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, as you walk towards the wardrobe.
Kate looks up at you, puzzled. Lucky also follows Kate’s eyesight, and stares at you as well. Kate closes her laptop, her focus all on you. Instead of trying to wrap her head around her university work, she is trying to wrap her head around the question you ask her. The only time she can remember you asking that was when Clint came over to her house. She completely understood why in that situation. But no one is here except her, Lucky, and you.
“Is everything okay?” Kate asks, sitting up on the bed. Getting more serious about this conversation.
“Yeah, everything is okay. Trust.” And she does. Kate trusts you with her life. She makes a mental note to talk to you about this later, cause something is feeling off. She calls Lucky to follow her out the bedroom door.
“Lucky can stay here.” You call out to her just before they leave the room. Okay, what? Kate whips her head to look at you, and you look back at them. To see both of their heads peering out from the corner like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy.
“So the dog can stay here but not me?” She questions, a confused chuckle leaving her lips.
“Lucky is half blind.” You commented, before searching your wardrobe for clothes to wear.
“Something is up, tell me what it is.” She says, as she stalks up from behind you. Her hands wrap around your stomach, forcing you to lean against her. Kate attacks your shoulders and neck with kisses, and you tap out on the prank.
“It’s a prank? It’s a prank!” You screamed out, as she licks and kisses the sensitive part of your neck.
“You pranked me? I am so wounded.” She comments. With her hands she forces you to face her way. “I think the only way you can make it up to me, is letting me see you naked. We can kick Lucky out the room, if you want me to.” She winked, before repeatedly kissing your lips.
Loki Laufeyson !
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, looking towards your boyfriend. He is currently lying in bed playing with his magic tricks.
Instead of answering you, Loki remains quiet as he ignores your question. So you ask him again if he can leave the room. He once again ignores you.
“Why are you ignoring me?” You ask, wanting to already give up on this prank. He finally looks up at you, but he still plays with his magic trick.
Loki lets out a slight egotistical chuckle, before smirking towards you. “I don’t need to leave the room, I have seen you naked multiple times before.”
You watch him get up from your shared bed, and he walks over to you. His eyes narrow down on you intensely, making you feel like he is a predator and your prey. He lets out another sly chuckle, before cupping your face. He leans in near your ear and whispers “If you have forgotten the times when I have seen you naked, perhaps I should perform a magic trick and show you them.”
Your face immediately reddens, unsure of what to do. You knew you should’ve expected some time of boldness, but you weren’t expecting that. He smiles at your frozen state, before leaning back down to your ear and whispering “You would like that wouldn’t you?”
Maria Hill !
“Hey, lovie, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking into the bedroom, your body wrapped up with a towel.
Maria looked up from her laptop, and stopped typing, as her mind processes what you just asked her. Although her job teaches her how to do the opposite, she can’t help but let her mind spiral into negative thoughts.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, slowly, scared of your possible answer. Her mouth started turning down, and you immediately hated yourself. Walking over to her, you cupped her face and kissed her lips.
“No you did absolutely nothing, trust me. I just saw this prank while you were gone on a mission. And I wanted to do it to you when you got back.” You say, kissing away her worries.
“You tried to prank me? The Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That is a very brave action, I respect you for that.” She whispers. Her hands reach for your hips, and grab you to sit on her.
“So you only respect me? You don’t want me to pay for what I have done?” You ask. Your lips turn from a smirk to a pout, as you gaze into her eyes. And her eyes flick up and down from your eyes, lips, and to the top of your breasts that is peaking out from your towel.
She pulls her face away from yours, taking a second to think of a response. “Hm, I think it is only fair that we have a shower together, and see if you still want to try and attempt that prank on me.” She responds, a small smirk present on her face.
“I already had a shower just then.” You commented.
“Well, this is payback for your stunt. Anyways, S.H.I.E.L.D pays for this apartment and any of its bills, so we don’t need to worry about the water bill.” She comments, before picking you up and carrying you back to the bathroom. Maria carries you over her shoulder. So when Maria looks at the bathroom mirror when she enters the room, a visible groan leaves her lips when your position doesn’t quite cover your backside. Let’s just say, during the shower Maria got very distracted.
Matt Murdock !
“Love, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom. He hears your heart beat intensely pounding in your chest.
Just like the good partner he is, he listens to your commands, and starts walking towards the bedroom door. When it struck him, I am blind.
“Why do I need to leave, I can’t see you getting changed either way?” He asks, laughing at his stupidity for forgetting all about that.
“Sorry.” You whispered between a tight lipped and bashful smile. He hears it, and turns to where you are standing. “I was trying to prank you, I didn’t think about the blind thing.”
“Neither did I.” He laughs in your ear as he slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “But because you wanted to be so mean and deprive me of a good time, I say you should do the opposite now.” He smirks against your neck. His breath heating up your neck, killing you in the most amazing way.
“Yeah, and what do you suggest?” You ask, sprinting around in his hold. Your hands wrap around his neck.
Placing kisses all around his face, he responds. “I think I deserve some time to trance every inch of your body. For at least an hour or two. That is my legal opinion.” He smirks, pressing a long passionate kiss against your lips.
Natasha Romanoff !
“Hey baby, do you mind leaving the room so I can get changed into my pjs?” You ask, walking into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body. She is currently laying on your shared bed. Natasha looks up from her phone, her face completely confused. One of her eyebrows shooting upwards, her mouth agape, and her facial muscles tight.
“What did you just ask?” Natasha questions. You try your best not to squeeze your legs together, not wanting her to see what affects her (and her thick Russian accent) is doing to you.
“Can you please leave the room so I can change?” You repeated. Your gaze towards her reads like it is very clear what you are asking her to do.
“Why would I? It is nothing I have seen before. I have seen your naked body more times than I can count. So I shouldn’t have to leave the room. Unless you are wanting to surprise me?.” She says, her voice a little higher at the last sentence. Unsure of what possible surprise you could have in stall for her, to make you want her to leave the room.
You walk towards Natasha, and she meets you halfway. She grabs your hips and forces you closer to her, till basically your stomachs are touching each other’s. “So why should I leave the room, darling?” Natasha asks, her voice smooth but smoky.
The intensity and heat within the room rose dramatically after that question left her beautiful mouth. You can’t hold it in anymore, she is getting under your skin in the best way possible. “Okay, this is a prank. I saw it online this morning, and I wanted to try it on you tonight.” You confessed.
A smirk forms on Natasha’s face as she goes into deep thought. ”Well, I can think of a great way to get payback on you.” Natasha started, her hands rubbing up and down your sides. One of her hands finds a gap in between your towel, and she grazes her finger on your bikini line. This sends shivers down your spine. “Since you didn’t want me to see you naked, how about tonight you sleep naked? I would say that is pretty fair, don’t you?” She asks.
She smiles at your head nodding in agreement. Her hands find themselves up to the top of your towel. She unravels the fabric around your body, before grabbing your hand and leading you into bed. Before you two doze off, she places kisses all over your shoulder, back, and neck as her hands roam up and down your body, spending the most amount of time near your private parts.
Okoye !
“Hey Okoye, can you leave the room for a sec, so I can get changed?” You asked. She had just come from a political meeting, where she had to stand by as guards for the King and listen to utter bullshit coming from the other politician’s mouth. Now she has to come back home, and hear that bullshit. Unbelievable.
“Why should I do that, Y/N/N?” She asks back, a slight smirk forming on her face.
“Because I am your wife. And when we got married you said you would always respect my wishes.” You answered, turning you back against her as you looked for clothes to get changed into.
“But here's the thing, every single night we shower and get dressed together. And because I came home later than normally because of the meeting, I wasn’t able to have a shower with you, and she was naked. I think it is only fair, if you get changed in front of me.” She retaliates. You bit the inside of your cheek, can’t say no to that.
You walk to where she is standing behind you. Okoye pulls you closer to her by your waist. You press a quick kiss on her lips. “I wanted to prank you tonight with that. I hate that meeting so much. I was looking forward to pranking you.” You pouted.
“You and I both agree with hating the meeting.” She responds. While she has you wrapped around her in a hug, she uses her skilful assassin moves for good (like always) and undo the towel that wraps around your body.
When the towel drops onto the floor, her hands begin romancing around, gripping and squeezing the places she loves the most. “Perfection.” She whispers into your ear.
Peter Parker !
As you exited the bathroom, trying your best to hide your grin. While at university, you overheard this prank that someone did on their significant other, and you decided to do it on Peter tonight. He had just snuck into the apartment via the windows.
You enter the main room and walk over to the wardrobe. Peter blushes intensely, not expecting to come home to you walking around naked with just a towel wrapped around you.
“Hey, Pete. Do you mind leaving the room for a sec, while I get changed?” You ask, trying you best to bite back a smile.
Peter stood there dumbfounded. “We live in a studio apartment. Do you want me to leave the apartment?” He asks. A small chuckle leaves his mouth, a very concerned one. He is still in his Spider-Man suit. You two just moved to this apartment, and he is pretty sure his neighbours don’t want to see Spider-Man being their neighbour, or Peter just in his boxers waiting outside your apartment.
“Yeah, and?” You ask. He responds by repeating all the thoughts that went through his mind. Shit, I didn’t think this through.
A shameful smile escaped into your face, as you internally mock yourself for being stupid. “So, I may have tried to prank you.” You mumbled, and Peter heard it clear as day.
A heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, as he walked over to you. “I can tell.” He laughed.
Pietro Maximoff !
“Hey Piet, can you please leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom towards the wardrobe.
“Why?!” He asks, his voice high, unsure of why you asked that. You know he has seen every part of your body and that he worships and loves your body. So why hide it from him now, all of the sudden.
“What do you mean why?” You ask back, facing him. The pure shock that has laced his facial features nearly made you laugh and therefore not complete the prank. You bite down on your lip, trying to act links you are confused on why he asks that.
“Why would I leave the room? I have never done that for years now. You only did that during our first couple months.” He asks, while he walks slowly up to you.
“You would leave the room as a sign of respect to your girlfriend, as you should listen and do what she asks.” You laughed, unsure where he was going.
You turn you back against Pietro again and search through the wardrobe for some clothes to wear. Meanwhile, Pietro speed runs towards you, and positions himself between you and the wardrobe. His hands on his hips.
“Yes?” You ask, moving to the side to continue looking for clothes. He grabs you by the hips, forcing you to stand in front of him.
“Why are you doing this? Listen if you are surprising me with some lingerie, I am more than happy and interested to watch you put it on. Even help you.” He winks.
“I am not doing that.” You chuckle, before your eyes move to search the wardrobe again. One hand cups your jaw, and forces you to look at him again.
“Then why are you doing this?” He asks, in a serious tone.
“Because I am pranking you.” You stated. He stands still, his mouth agape. He’s completely shocked. You laugh at his reaction.
“You pranked the prank master? Well done draga. But now you are going to make up for it.” He says, before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bed.
Lady Sif !
“Sif, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you enter your shared quarters.
Sif looks up at you, confused, wondering why you would ask that. She has seen your naked form so many times, she has lost track. But being the very respectful warrior she is, she walks out of the room. Planting a small kiss on your forehead as she passes and a ‘of course, my love’ leaving her lips.
Just before she was about to open the bedroom door you called out her name. Her head snaps over to you and your direction.
“I was just pranking you. You don’t have to leave the room. I want you here. Nearby me, with me.” You stated. Blush rose up onto Sif’s face, before she walked back over to you.
“That was very cheeky, my darling. I hope you know that as a warrior I don’t allow you to do this without me paying you back.” She winked and chuckled slowly. Shivers run through your spine. You nearly melt at the sight of her smile.
T'Challa !
”Hey love, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you walk past him on the bed. He sits up, watching you walk past him, practically ignoring him. Like you expect him to immediately have left the room.
“May I ask for the reason why you want me to do this? I have seen you naked many times, my dear.” He speaks up, walking over to you. As you find what clothes to wear, he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You two both swayed side to side at the same time.
“I just wanna have some alone time tonight when I get changed. So is it alright if you can leave?” You ask, leaning your head into his embrace.
“Yes, whatever you ask.” He replies. You smile to yourself, god you feel so lucky, dating a man who listens to what you want.
Before he walks over to the bedroom door you call out his name.
“Yes, Y/N.” He says, his voice smooth like honey, and as sweet as tea.
“I am kidding. You can stay. Your sister told me about this prank she saw on the internet when we went out for lunch today. She begged for me to do the prank on her.” You honestly told him. His jaw drops, as he swims in betrayal. You laugh at his stunned body.
Your laughter brings a smile to his face as he walks on over to you. You begin undressing and getting changed, and T’Challa stares at you. Trying his best to be respectful, but he can’t be around you when you are teasing him.
You look up at him while you put on your pants, and say “like what you see?” A low pitched hum of agreement left his lips, as he continued staring at you.
As you walk over to him, you press a kiss on his lips, finally bringing him back to the present moment. He remembers what you said only a few moments ago. About you and Shuri. “You better not tell Shuri what happened. She would kill me with annoyance.” He laughs, pulling you towards the bed.
Valkeyrie !
“Hey, Val.” You say entering your bedroom. You walk on over to where she is laying on your bed playing games. Sitting down next to her on the we of the bed, you brush the hair off her face, and she smiles up at you. “Are you able to leave the room for a couple seconds while I change?” You ask, placing a kiss on her temple.
She gently pushes you off her, confused. You look down at her, eyebrows raised. She raises her eyebrows back at you, looking at you like you had just grown two heads. Valkeyrie chucked her demo controller and headphones to the other side of the bed, closing the game she was currently playing.
“What did you just ask me?” She asked, her hands firmly holding onto your hips. She lifts you up like you weigh nothing, and forces you to straddle her lap.
You try your best to hide your smile as she stares up at you with sad puppy dog eyes. She has just been told the worst thing - she can’t see you naked. You wounded her, twisted the knife multiple times.
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You whispered, kissing her temple multiple times.
“Nope.” Valkyrie grins, her hands tightening around your hips.
“So you don’t respect me?” You ask.
“I do, but I deserve to see all sides of you. And you were born without clothes, it is destiny that you should be naked in front of me.” She laughs. You roll your eyes at her silly argument, before cupping her face. Leaning down for a kiss, you whispered against her lips, “well if that is the case, I guess you need to undress me.”
Valkyrie smirks into the kiss. While you two makeup out, her hands keep rummaging around your body, already trying to take off your clothes. When you break away to breathe, she takes her chance to take off all your clothes. Leaving you bare.
For the next couple of hours, Valkyrie makes you pay back for the absolute pain you caused her. By forcing you to sit on her lap while she plays. Completely ignoring your wines and your desperate attempts to find release. Let’s just say, after that hour, you soaked her pants.
Wanda Maximoff !
“Hey babe. How’s your day?” You ask as you walk straight past her on the bed, and straight to your shared walk in wardrobe. You close the door more than three quarters of the way, before going over to your side of the wardrobe. Picking out some pyjamas to wear.
“Today was good, just did some training with Natasha, and had some lunch with Piet.” She answered. When she heard lots of movement coming from the wardrobe, she raised her eyebrows, unsure of what was happening in there.
“Yeah, well that sounds good. Where did you and Piet go for lunch?” You ask, just as you were walking out of your wardrobe.
Wanda just stared at you, silently, as thousands of thoughts rushed through her head. If you were wanting to change and she was in the bedroom or bathroom, you would normally get dressed in front of you while you two talked. It was one of the things that made Wanda feel human and normal, and not some kind of monster the media says she is. So what has happened to make you not do that?
“Hey, why didn’t you get changed in front of me while you changed? You always do that if I am in another room in this bedroom while we are talking. You always want to be in the same room as me for these conversations? Did I do anything wrong to upset you?” She asks, moving herself towards the edge of the bed. She sat down, staring straight up at you, confused and hurt.
She looks like an injured puppy, her eyes big and watery. It shattered your heart, you didn’t want this outcome when you saw the prank. Your hands cup her cheeks, forcing her to look directly in your eyes. “Wanda, I am so sorry, but this was a joke, love. One of my friends from work said they did this to their boyfriend, and I wanted to try it on you. You did nothing wrong, nothing at all that could possibly upset me. You are utterly amazing with the way you treat me.”
Wanda lets out a huge sigh of relief then a laugh. You watch as she falls onto the bed dramatically, clutching her stomach. “You alright, Wanda, baby?” You ask.
“You know karma will always come after you. But I know a way for you to make it up to me, so karma doesn’t bite you.”
“Yeah, what is it?” You ask, a smirk forming on your face.
“I will let you know, honey. Just don’t ever do that prank again, I nearly had a heart attack.” You laughed alongside Wanda, and joined her on the bed. Laying your head on her shoulder, one of her hands strokes up and down your arm while she litters your face in kisses. Wanda smiles to herself, as her heart flutters. Pranks also make me feel human, noted.
Yelena Belova !
“Hey baby, are you able to step out of the room, so I can get changed really quickly?” You ask as you enter the room. You have just gotten back home from work. As you walked towards the wardrobe, your mind didn't even recognise that yelena in fact hasn't left the bedroom like what you asked her to do. You don't even hear her getting out of bed and walking over to you. You mind to focus on the comfort of wearing your pyjamas after such a long day at work.
As your body inched closer and closer to the wardrobe, your mind and body didn't even react to Yelena’s hand against your shoulder trying to get you to look at her. You mind and body doing its own thing, and not letting anything come in the way with you putting on some comfy clothes.
Yelena groans out in annoyance, before letting go off your shoulder, and running past you. She blocks the door to the walk-in-wardrobe, as she just wants to know why you want her to leave the room. This is not how you normally act.
You bump into Yelena, letting out an ‘ow!’.
“Why am I not allowed to be near you when you change? I have literally seen you naked multiple times, I know every single thing about your body even when I am blindfolded. So why can I see you get naked now, because I have seen it thousands of times. And trust me there is nothing you need to be ashamed about.” Yelena blurted out, both of her hands now resting on your shoulders.
You stepped back and blocked a couple times, trying to remember why you told her that. When it clicked. “I wanted to prank you.”
Yelena lets out a soft laugh, before staring back at you with a smirk present on her face. “You wanted to prank me? Well now you are gonna have to get changed in front of me? I think it is quite fair, don’t you, sugar?”
Blush rises instantly in your cheeks, and your head tilts downward to hide your blush. “Now, now, don’t be acting all shy. You had the guts to prank me, now find that same guts to get undressed in front of me.”
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.
characters: diana prince, carol danvers, valkyrie, maria hill, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, emily prentiss x reader
warnings: implications of smut, for the shits and giggles so read at your own risk.
she resurfaces alive after disappearing for ages! i'm only two months late right? started the drabble on valentine's but abandoned it till now. unedited and just an overall mess of writing so please don't be mean :(
diana prince
diana loved to spoil you more than anything in the world. as soon as you breathed a word of wanting, it was yours. you were looking at her as if she hung every star in your sky. your eyes twinkled, the smile on your face reflected in the shine of the watch she had just given you. an addition to your ever growing collection of cartier.
baby pink tulips had greeted you in the coffee table as soon as you woke up.
the most lavish spread of breakfast on a tray, served to you in bed. all for diana’s girl.
you knew the occasion, valentine’s of course. with you, every day felt special to diana. and so she wanted to make sure that you felt special too.
in the evening however, diana becomes a different person. still sweet and caring, but far more dominant.
Diana rolled her eyes, her grip on your neck applying a light pressure.
"stop over thinking this."
she's still holding them down, her leg pressed more firmly between your thighs.
"or stop thinking entirely. it'd serve you better."
And then she's on you, her mouth hot and open on your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse point hungrily, like she's been waiting to get her hands on them this entire time.
diana’s always hungry for you.
carol danvers
if you asked her what her favourite aspect of today was, relieving her girl’s stress during valentine’s would be the top one.
even if you didn’t acknowledge officially being hers yet, there’s no denying the tension and the close proximity the both of you share. everyone around you can see it.
so carol took it upon herself to surprise you with flowers and chocolates. cheesy, right? she promises that there’s no expectations and that the chocolates are a specialty she got from some alien planet during one of her space voyages.
you pop one into your mouth. it’s delicious, and not overly sweet.
but a few minutes later, you start to feel warmer. something’s wrong, you eye her suspiciously, her grin slowly widening and asks,
“what’s going on?”
carol might have forgotten to mention one tiny detail. the chocolates themselves have something special infused - aphrodisiacs. you huff, well aware that with you sometimes carol thinks with her lower body.
carol looks innocent enough. the effects are minimal and harmless, they’d go away on their own after a while, but she’d be over the moon if you were the one who initiated it this round. besides, you’ve been stressed lately, and one of her jobs is to relieve your stress, right?
you sigh, giving into temptation and climb onto her lap, kissing her. carol is victorious at the action, and doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back passionately. after you give her the green light, she takes charge.
“don’t worry your pretty little head about it baby, I promise I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget everything else.”
and she did indeed, when you woke up the next day in her bed, littered in her marks. of course, she wasn’t without the hickeys you left on her neck or scratches from your nails.
you sigh, yet another day you find yourself in carol’s bed. willing of course, but when will you be able to get out of her trap? according to carol, not if she can help it. after all, her skill is beyond compare, you love her fingers and her mouth and did she just confess to you again?
valkyrie
somehow you find yourself with val again. not unusual, certainly not the first, even if it is a strange sight for a mortal girl and the immortal king of new asgard.
val's expression turns soft again, her expression completely fond. her hand gently grips your arm, her hand rubbing your arm.
“really, sweetheart.”
she lets out a small sigh. “i'm a very patient person, you know”.
her hand begins to gently rub your arm up and down, her fingers tracing your skin.
“so i can wait until you're ready to be mine.”
she doesn’t pressure you any further about a relationship. Instead she puts you to bed, after all, she wants you to get the best sleep you can and not wake up cranky in the morning.
you let her, tucking the sheets around you and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“and that means a princess like you needs to be given all the love in the world so you can fall asleep easily.”
you know that deep in your heart, maybe you’re not so averse to the idea of having a relationship with her anymore. nevertheless she would always wait for you, even when you’re looking at someone else.
maria hill
it’s late, most have already slowly filtered out of the office but not you. after all, what other plans have you got on valentine’s day? plus, the super secret organisation you work for doesn’t seem to care, piling stacks of files upon files for you to analyse.
a while later, still typing away at your desk, you feel her presence approaching you. maria hill, towering over your workspace, with an eyebrow raised.
“if you’re spending the night alone, why don’t we have dinner together instead?”
she adds as an afterthought “and hate on all the pda couples while we’re at it.”
that certainly broke the ice. and fair point, who doesn’t get sick of all the displays of affections that couples display in public, like get a room.
you tilt your head at her and grin slyly, nodding along ‘alright then, let me wrap this up and let’s go’
at the restaurant, the both of you make a game of how many couples vs friends there are, trying to guess if each table are merely friends or more.
it’s this playful, familiar flirting and the banter the both of you share that breaks down the walls you hold. after all, you had distanced yourself from her when she got the promotion to deputy director. fraternising with superiors is a big no no.
maria, ever the gentlemen she is, doesn’t even let you try to touch the check, “it’s my duty to pay for the dinner I initiated. plus a pretty girl like you shouldn’t need to worry about it.”
whilst you wouldn’t normally flaunt your appearance, you’re aware that you’re at least average - or even above average in terms of looks. after all, when you’re not slaving away at your desk or out fighting in the field, SHIELD seems to have a tendency to send you out to lure information - a honey trap if you will. maybe that’s another reason why you were hired into this clandestine government department?
back at the dinner, laughter and wine flow freely. maria’s sardonic humour making you laugh, you know best that she’s not as unapproachable and cold as everyone claims her to be.
what you don’t know however, is how you wake up in her bed the next morning. you did learn some of your tricks of seducing a target from her, but how did she end up successfully getting to you is a mystery.
natasha romanoff
valentine’s day. yet another ordinary day, or at least normal for an avenger, with fighting a few villains and saving a few civilians during the day you finally find that you have the evening all to yourself.
finally, a break.
although you seem very preoccupied in your game of mario kart, nearly smashing the controllers, you can still feel the burning gaze at the side of your head.
namely, natasha romanoff. ex russian spy, female avenger and what not.
you can’t help asking, "don't you have better things to do?"
"not really. you're kind of my favorite distraction."
wow. this nearly flusters you into losing your first place. nearly.
your cheeks tinge with a blush, although whether from her words or from the intensity of the race is only something that you know.
“it’s valentine’s day.” natasha, the charmer she can be, should not be spending it alone. especially not watching you intensely race in mario kart, even if you seem to be winning spectacularly.
you manage to finish the race, and finally look towards her, trying to seem nonchalant even though her gaze is burning into your cheeks.
natasha, in sweatpants and a tank top, is sprawled in the couch next to you, one leg thrown over the other as she leans back.
"no date?" you manage to ask.
she laughs, it's not a mean or mocking one, simply one of disbelief. "who in the whole world would want to go on a date with the black widow?"
you blurt out “who wouldn’t?”
she grins, like the cat that cornered the mouse
“is that an invitation?”
the rest of the evening was a blur but you seem to have found yourself going on a date with her at a fancy restaurant and maybe having one too many glasses of wine.
well, at least you wake up in your own bed in the morning. and wait, you freeze, looking at the red spot in the mirror. is that a hickey? a flash in your mind about her grin that was equal parts dangerous and amused and you gulp.
wanda maximoff
“my poor baby” wanda coos as she massages your belly. what better timing for your period to come than valentine’s?
a small uninterrupted pressure in your lower belly, threatening pain but not quite there yet. her tone, a soft and comforting hug, yet the words that run out of her mouth makes you tingle.
wanda’s magic surrounds you, the red wisps electric on your skin. she’s just doing her best to comfort her girl, no hidden intentions right?
lies.
“do you know what will help ease the pain, milaya?”
orgasms. wave after wave, your limbs turning into jelly. and finally she spares you, cleaning you up with a damp towel. you’re well aware that she’s using her magic to change the bedsheets too.
the ever loving girlfriend she is, she disappears for a moment only to return with chicken paprikash, sokovian style. it’s warm, comforting and oozing with love, and what makes it better is that you’re enjoying it cuddled up next to your her in bed. this might be one of the only occasions wanda lets you eat in bed.
after all, what sort of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t teach you manners and take care of you? manners like eating all three meals, ideally on the dining table, keeping you hydrated and so on. and if she took it upon herself to teach you manners in bed, who’s there to judge?
emily prentiss
it’s valentine’s day. but to you and em, it’s just another day of being together, not falling for the overcapitalised commercial crap the ads seem to be throwing at you.
the both of you kept it simple. a dinner date at home with her favourite red wine. you watched her move about in the kitchen, cooking up a delicious pasta and plating it up beautifully.
after the dinner, the both of you cuddled, along with sergio curled up on the couch. you giggled, a wicked idea forming in your mind.
“how about a movie?”
emily agrees, of course she does, for how could she ever deny her wife’s whims? except until, it lands on a romcom.
em scrunches her nose, complaining albeit petulantly to you,
“isn’t it too cheesy?”
not at all. the both of you absorbed into the movie and when it got to the kissing scenes, well let’s just say the emily couldn’t help kissing her wife either.
A/N: Hiii im back! And yes its here after pending for so long I hope you enjoy! (I'm rusty)
You sat around great wooden table, your legs bouncing underneath as the women explore trades and deals. All in the room that was built upon the most dirty gluttonous secrets of power. You knew how power and greed warps the mind, takes hold, and infects its host. You could see it within their actions. Wanda Maxioff, always pushing boundaries as Carol Danvers, twists words to her way, while Valkryie dissagrees with everything never satisfied. And finally, Natasha Romanoff (who to the government has quite a few assassinations to her names, shhh 🤫) only prioritizes herself.
It was chaos and messy, but you felt so insignificant, like worm surrounded by birds, even though the women's actions were childish and immature. Natasha presided over the meeting, and you were seated beside her, head low writing notes like the 'good girl' she told you to be.
As time dragged along like a wounded soilder, the women just disagreed more and more with each other. They were trying to find a middle ground.
That's were you finally came in...
"Come on, sweetheart, you don't want the company falling apart, do you?" Natasha warned.
"No, of course not!" You're worried voice rushed out.
"Then you would help my dear friends and I out here. Perhaps help find a middle ground."
"Okay...?" You mutter, unsure. "What do i need to do"
That's how you ended up here.
Back against the cold table. Your face was messy with tears and smudged makeup. As you gagged around Wanda's girthy cock, lips red and puffy. Saliva and cum dripping down your chest between the valley on your boobs. You looked up. You could see she was enjoying her self grunting as her manicured hands tangled in your hair as she made you deep throat her. "Fuck shes a pretty one Nat." Wanda growled, looking down at your dumb expression, glassy eyes and tears.
"Tell me about it. I had my eye on her since day one." Natasha replied, gripping your inner thighs harder, making you whimper. Natasha groaned she flourished at the sound of your pleasure. Natasha is possessive and rough. She insisted to have your sweet cunt, your her assistant after all. She held your legs wide open. Fuck she craved this. She would admit she is a big pervert. The handsy behaviour and weird requests fueled her secret want? need? greed.
Ding ding ding that's it. Greed.
We all know these women are greedy but even during sex? It's really corrupted them.
Natasha thick cock stuffed you. She was large and long smothering your cervix with rough kisses. She made sure to make it known.
"Look at that pretty body taking that cock" She announced. Her hands grazing over your stomach bulge from her stilled cock deep inside your warm wet pussy. Making the women look.
"Fuck your tight sweetheart. Mh really do need my cock don't you?" You tried your best to nod. Natasha didnt like not getting answers.
"Fuck I need this cunt more often, would make a good breeding hole." She say roughly. She starts thrusting again. Rough,hard, thorough strokes making your body jerk each thrust. Your clit subject to the merciless pads off her thumbs. You cunt was greedy swallowing her up. Trying to pull her in deeper. Natasha bends down to whisper in your ear. "Mh youre a good girl." And honestly that's all you wanted to be for her. You moaned like a pornstar.
"Ah fuck she loves that." Valkryie says as Carol chuckles along with her. Both of them using youre hands as personal fleshlights. Both guiding your hands to pump and squeeze their staffs hard. The smell of rough sex, moans and grunting filled the room. Before you can registered Wanda's movements getting sloppy. You feel a big warm load of cum fill your mouth. "Swallow" Wanda breathlessly moans out. She watches as ur throat bobs as you Swallow her load. "Good girl" she says pulling out and flopping back into her chair.
Natasha looks at her sternly. She doesn't like that she make you Swallow prompting her to pound away at you harder. Soon Carol and Valkryie cum. Their loads splattering across your sweaty body.
Once all women are seated. Natasha pulls you into her lap. Wrapping her arms around your waist. She helps guide your limp body. riding her as she jackhammers up as you scream giving the women a show.
"Gonna cum" you pitifully whimper out.
"Yeah, mh that's a good girl" she whispers into your ear. You shudder violently as your orgasm hit you like a wave, screaming as Natasha keeps on abusing your cunt. You buckle your hips. Natasha holds you down.
"Gonna cum gotta make sure that cum gets deep inside that pretty cunt." She grunts out. Her balls tighten and she grunts squeezing you. Her load pushing deep inside you filing you. She smirks with a sigh. "Thats it"
She pushes your head into her neck to let you rest her. You whimper with her cock still inside. You go to move to get it out. But she holds you down. "Stay still" she growls into your ear. You settle down, embarrassed and sensitive.
