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the great war pt 1
natasha romanoff x fem reader
warnings: if you count flirting as cheating then nats a cheater 🤡, angst, breakups, idk why i can never write fluffy shit…, kinda mean nat?, natasha’s a bad girlfriend but she means well.
(part 2 will be uploaded on saturday or sunday morning depending on where u live! i already have it written, just need to revise and edit 😊)
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natasha knows treating you the way she has isn’t enough. she knows she’s doing almost everything wrong in the relationship. she doesn’t understand intimacy too well (if not at all), she barely grasps the concept of monogamy (it doesn’t help that she flirts with almost every woman she meets), and she doesn’t understand you at all. sometimes, you feel like she doesn’t even try. above all of that, natasha has never even told you that she loves you. it’s been two and a half years, and she’s never said it. some days, natasha racks her brain trying to figure out why you haven’t left yet.
natasha loves you. she knows this, though she doesn’t know if you do. she wonders if you know just how much she loves you; how she often craves those gentle touches of yours that only you can give her. you read her so well, she never even has to ask, you just know. whenever she’s had a bad day or a tough mission, you somehow know. whenever she wakes up craving pancakes, there you are making pancakes without her even saying anything about it. it’s funny, wanda maximoff is the mind reader, but you seem to be the only one who can truly read natasha romanoff.
though, tonight— tonight you aren’t too sure about what natasha’s doing, or what she wants. you’re currently at the bar with kate and yelena, while watching natasha flirt with maria hill right in front of your face. you’ve had to sit through not one, but two sexy dances. watching your girlfriend let her work partner grind all over her isn’t actually how you imagined the night going. the truth was you didn’t even want to come out tonight, but you did for her. she asked you to come out with her, and now you’re sitting at the bar watching her practically undress maria with her eyes.
you chug the rest of what’s in your drink, and turn your attention back to yelena and kate. “i think i’m gonna head home. i’m not feeling too well.” you half lie, and kate’s face falls. “what?! but you’ve only been here for an hour! come on, stay! don’t let natasha ruin your night.” kate tries, and yelena smirks. “you know, you and i can always dance and make her jealous.” yelena offers, and you giggle sadly. “thanks lena, but that’s not what i do... truthfully, i don’t even care anymore. if she wants to flirt or hookup with hill tonight, that’s fine.” you sound exhausted, and this causes both of your friends expressions to morph into looks of concern. “i’m tired...” you trail off, and you stop yourself to keep your voice from breaking.
... i’m tired of trying to be what she wants. i’m tired of not being enough.
you clear your throat, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a twenty dollar bill for your now finished drinks. “at least let me drive you home!” kate tries, and you shake your head. “no, you stay. have fun! i’ll get a cab.” you assure her, and she looks like she wants to protest but you quickly gather your things and stand up, adjusting your dress. “if nat notices i’m gone, which i doubt she will, tell her i went home.” you request, and yelena only nods as you walk away. you turn your head and catch a glimpse of maria whispering something in natasha’s ear. whatever it is it makes natasha grin in a way you haven’t been able to in months.
your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in your chest, but you manage to pry your eyes off of them, the image fully engraved into your mind as you walk out of the club.
“should we be worried? about her? like i know natasha’s your sister and all, but she’s cheating right in front of our eyes.” kate points out as she sips her fruity drink. yelena looks over at natasha who’s still talking to maria, seemingly unaware that you had even left. yelena shakes her head, “natasha? she’s always like this. she pushes and pushes until she pushes the person she loves to snap or leave. you can call it what you want, but i call it self sabotage.” yelena blurts out her retort, and kate shakes her head. “but y/n loves her, yel. i’m really concerned, because she’s willing to let natasha cheat on her. who does that?” kate asks and yelena sighs, reaching for another shot.
“someone who’s tired. she’s probably... how do you say... mentally gone already? yeah, that’s it. she probably doesn’t care anymore about what natasha does.” yelena says, and kate’s face changes as she notices natasha somehow is now behind yelena, and can hear everything the blonde is saying. “i mean, would you? she’s given maria hill more attention in the last hour and a half than she has given y/n all month.” yelena adds, “i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.” yelana continues and kate shakes her head, flashing yelena a look of panic.
“what? do i have something on my face?” yelena asks, and natasha clears her throat from behind the blonde. yelena turns around, and is seemingly unfazed by her sisters sudden presence. “well if it isn’t the woman of the hour! how is your night fling going, сестра (sister)?” yelena asks with a drunk smile on her face, causing natasha to scoff. “fling? and do i wanna know what you were just talking about? or why?” natasha asks, and yelena chortles sardonically. “yes, your fling. your shield partner who you’ve been dry humping all night in front of your girlfriend.” yelena answers and kate sips her drink awkwardly, trying to avoid natasha’s harsh gaze.
“you know what yelena? what do you know about my girlfriend?” natasha asks bitterly, knowing too well about yelena’s not so little crush on you. yelena rolls her eyes, “apparently more than you. y/n has been gone for almost half an hour now, and you haven’t even noticed. i may not have experience in relationships, but i know you’re not supposed to hurt her all the time.” yelena states, and natasha’s fists ball up. “i hurt her all the time?? is that what she tells you?” natasha asks and yelena huffs. “obviously not, natalia! you know she practically worships the ground you walk on! you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.” yelena spits harshly, and natasha’s hard expression falters at the words.
“people like you truly don’t know what they have until it’s gone. and when she realizes she deserves better than catching a cab on her own in the middle of november— better than watching you give someone else attention while you’ve barely spared her a single glance since you’ve been back from your mission— she’ll be fine. she’ll find better. but you won’t find someone who loves you that much again, and you know it.” yelena says through gritted teeth, and natasha is staring into yelena’s eyes as if she could see right into her soul.
kate was positive someone was going to get murdered tonight, and it was definitely going to be yelena. until natasha shifts from one foot to the other, and sighs, “where’d she go?” natasha demands, and yelena chuckles, “oh now you care?” the blonde asks, and kate puts her hand on yelena’s shoulder. “she went back home.” kate cuts in, and natasha only nods. she avoids yelena’s gaze before talking again, “i do love her.” natasha starts, and yelena rolls her eyes, turning her head to the side in order to gaze away from natasha.
“you’re both the only two people i love unconditionally in this world.” natasha adds and yelena seems to soften only a bit at the words. “you have a funny way of showing it, сестра (sister).” yelena murmurs, and natasha sighs as she looks at kate, silently apologizing like a scorned puppy. “she’ll forgive you. she always does.” kate tries to reassure the redhead but this only makes her feel even more guilty. natasha nods, but says nothing else. “you better gravel.” yelena blurts out, snickering as natasha walks away.
the entire way back to your guys shared apartment, natasha thinks about you. the way she’s treated you. yelena’s words ring through her head, and she can’t help but grimace she thinks about them.
“you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.”
that couldn’t be further from the truth. yet, yelena’s words still hurt. what if you think the same way as the blonde?
“i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.”
yelena’s words hold heavy weight and meaning, and they manage to make natasha’s blood run cold. she doesn’t want to think about you leaving, but she’d be lying if she said she never does. every day she thinks about how much better you deserve, and how wonderful you are. she thinks about all the little things you do for her, like purchasing her favorite brand of hot cocoa from the grocery store. the way you always leave sticky notes on the mirror, telling her you love her. she notices every little thing you do for her. from the way you organize her drawers, to the way you cook dinner based on the foods she prefers.
when she gets home there’s a chilling, deafening silence in the apartment. there wasn’t a single sound other than the sirens and noises coming from the busy streets of new york. “detka?” natasha calls out, as she shuts the door behind her. when she walks in, she sees your sweater from tonight carelessly thrown on the back of the couch. the redhead walks further into your shared apartment, and as she approaches her bedroom, her heart sinks.
you’re not here.
“y/n?” natasha asks, her voice louder this time. when she’s met by more silence, a wave of panic washes over her. “no— shit, fuck—“ natasha slurs while she curses as she fumbles with the purse in her hands, her slightly shaky hands searching for her phone. something in her chest tightens as she unlocks her phone, the screensaver she has of you eating ice cream would in any other case make her smile. right now it makes the uncomfortable pit in her stomach grow as she starts to sober up while pressing on your contact information.
the phone rings twice before natasha can hear your phone ringing somewhere in the kitchen. natasha rushes over in the direction of the sound, and when she sees your phone on the counter, her heart drops right into her stomach. that little condescending voice in her brain is screaming ‘she left. of course she left you, who wouldn’t leave you after all the shit you’ve pulled?’ along with things like ‘yelena was right.’ ‘you never deserved her anyways.’ ‘you’re just a whore, natalia.’
her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by you casually entering the apartment wearing your pink velvet short pajama set. your hair is in unruly curls, and you nearly stop in your tracks at the sight of your girlfriend standing in the middle of the apartment with an inscrutable expression on her face. “you’re home?” you ask uncertainly, yet your voice and face don’t indicate any signs of anger. in fact, you sort of look confused. it’s hard for natasha to swallow as her hands tremble and she lets out a breath of slight relief as she realizes you’re back. “what’s wrong?” you question after not getting an answer from your gaping girlfriend.
“i— i got home and you weren’t here... where— where’d you go?” natasha asks, swallowing past the lump in her throat. her fists are opening and closing, and she’s standing robotically across the room. you step closer to her subconsciously, “mrs. rodriguez knocked; mr. whiskers got loose in the building and i was helping her look for him. we found him on top of the vending machine on level three.” you reveal, explaining your short absence to the ex-assassin. “why are you home so early?” you ask nonchalantly, as you walk past natasha, towards the counter where your phone is.
“you left early. why’d you leave?” natasha asks, ignoring your question, and you notice the way her voice breaks every so slightly. you furrow your brows, “i— i was tired, and i didn’t want to ruin your night... i told yelena and kate to let you know.” you retort, and natasha folds her arms. “you should have told me.” she states, and you raise a brow. “and interrupt whatever the hell was going on between you and maria? no thanks, i was already humiliated enough.” you murmur, and natasha tenses up.
“there’s nothing going on between me and agent hill.” she says seriously, and you roll your eyes. “does she know that? because she was blushing at everything you were saying tonight.” you respond smartly, and natasha scoffs, her crossed arms tightening over her chest. “i didn’t do anything tonight that i don’t usually do when i go out.” she points out, and you sigh, pushing your hair behind your ears. you look at natasha, and she can see on your face how exhausted you are. “yeah, i know.” you say under your breath, “that’s the problem.” you add as you go to leave and natasha moves with you, blocking your way to the bedroom.
“what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks a bit demandingly. you shake your head, “it doesn’t mean a thing to you, i know that.” you respond, your tone lacking it’s usual softness. natasha pauses, and you sigh. “look, i’m really tired, okay? i can’t do this whole fight just to make up thing tonight. i’m going to bed.” you declare, and natasha blinks a few times as you manage to make your way past her and towards the bedroom.
“you’re tired... tired of me?” natasha asks, her voice different than it usually is. this causes you to stop and turn back to look at her. “i’d never get tired of you. ever.” you affirm certainly, but your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy natasha. your shoulders slouch a bit, “i’m tired of the way you make me feel, nat.” you admit, your tone low, and your eyes on the floor. “i’m tired of laying awake at night while you’re out flirting and doing who knows what with people i have to face day to day, and they all wonder the same thing i do. i know it.” your voice cracks as you swallow thickly in order to keep your voice clear. “and what’s that? what are they all wondering?” she asks in a manner you’ve never heard before. your eyes meet hers, and for the first time she can see just how hurt you are.
“if i’m even enough for you. or why you’re even with me in the first place.” you whisper, looking away as your eyes begin to water. the way your bottom lip begins to quiver, and the way your eyes are begging for an answer makes natasha’s heart shatter. “detka...” natasha trails off, her voice faint and quiet. you shake your head, trying to be strong as your teary orbs meet hers. “you know you don’t have to pretend to love me, or settle for me... right? i— i’m a big girl, natasha, i can handle the truth. i think... i think i deserve the truth.” your voice trembles, but you keep your gaze locked on natasha despite the tears in your eyes and you’re trying to blink them away rapidly, causing each tear to fall one by one; streaming down your cheeks to your jaw.
the titian-haired woman stares at you for a long moment, her eyes now glossy and full of anguish. the flicker of emotions in those forest-green orbs does nothing to ease your fears and anxieties that are creeping up on you. tonight’s the night, you think, the night she finally admits you’re not enough for her. you never will be. “pretending to love you? is that what you think i’m doing?” natasha inquires in pure disbelief. “you think i don’t really love you? you think i settled for you??” natasha asks, sounding more upset than you’ve ever heard her. you don’t know what comes over you, but the dam that’s been poorly put together, finally bursts.
“not just me, natasha… everyone thinks that. and tonight— god, tonight you were just showing me how you really feel and i need to stop ignoring it.” you breathe out, the end of your palms digging into your eyelids, as you try your absolute hardest to ignore the urgent need to cry. natasha shakes her head, “that’s not true! i love you more than i love anything! you know that!” natasha raises her voice, and you stare at her with a pained expression. “i don’t. not anymore, and especially not after everything you’ve done.” you respond in a monotone.
natasha stares at you, trying to figure out your next move, but for the first time since she’s met you, she can’t. “maybe... maybe you should just go. go back to the club... back to maria. i’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you stay at her place... just till i can find a place of my own—“ you begin to ramble, and natasha’s eyes widen. “no!” she shouts, causing you to nearly flinch. “no, please— please don’t. please... don’t make me go.” natasha begs, her voice cracking and you can’t help but flash her a heartbroken expression.
“what else can i do, natasha? i’m not going to compete with her. i can’t... not when she’s obviously the better choice for you.” you hug your arms around yourself, turning away from natasha in order to hide the insecurity written all over your face. “the better choice?” natasha asks unrecognizably, and you turn to face her; the look on your face shatters her. “please don’t make me say it.” you beg, you’re heartbroken enough. “you’re going to have to, because i don’t understand. on what planet is maria hill a better choice than you?” natasha asks, and your fingernails dig into your upper arms.
“just... just leave me alone for the rest of the night. please.” you plead, and she takes a step closer to you, causing you to instinctively take a few steps back. “not tonight.” you add in a strained tone, natasha swears the floor might swallow her whole, and she desperately wants you to hold her. but the way you looked at her— you look absolutely disappointed in her. it makes her realize yelena had more of a point than she anticipated. you turn away, facing your bedroom, and you’re ready for this night to end already. you’re exhausted and all you wanted was to watch movies and cuddle tonight. instead you got this. again.
“i’m sorry.” natasha croaks out, and you close your eyes tightly, clenching your jaw. “me too.” you manage to voice out as you walk into the room, shutting the door behind you. the sound of the lock makes natasha’s heart fall further into that pit that only seems to be growing.
natasha’s legs feel like jelly as she shuffles to the bedroom door. her nose practically touches the cold wood, “i’m sorry.” natasha repeats through the door, “i’ve been a shitty girlfriend. i haven’t treated you the way you deserve, and i know that. i don’t mean to be this way...” her tone is broken and frail, and you stare at the door with tears falling out of your eyes. “the truth is, i don’t know why i do a lot of things. i was trained for everything...” natasha trails off, her voice getting caught somewhere in her windpipe. she swallows past the lump in her throat, “... but i wasn’t trained to keep a good thing. i’ve never had a good thing like this, and when you say you’re not enough for me, that’s just not true. i’m not enough for you.” natasha doesn’t realize she’s crying until she can taste the bitter salt on her lips, falling off her jaw and down to her collarbone.
her forehead is touching the door, and she lets out a ragged breath, squeezing her eyes shut. you don’t say anything, and god, she‘s terrified that she fucked this up beyond repair. then, she hears the door click, and she stands up straight, sniffling as you open the door. you peak through, your eyes full of tears, and they only multiply when you see her red and puffy eyes. she’s staring at you like a lost puppy and you reach for her, immediately seeking her comfort. natasha wraps her muscular arms around the back of your neck, pulling you flush against her. you both say nothing as she holds you in her arms, crying simultaneously. natasha’s arms are wrapped around your neck and she breathes you in. she never wants to let you go.
a few minutes of silence tick by, “i can’t do this anymore, nat…” you whisper, and the words make her heart fall deeper into that blackhole. there’s tears falling out of your eyes and you sniffle as you pull away from the taller woman. “i c-can’t keep doing this. i’m… i’m gonna stay at lizzie’s for awhile.” your voice cracks, and natasha’s eyes widen, she shakes her head quickly, “no— detka please. i can fix this. please, just give me a chance to fix it.” she begs, and you look down, the salty tears streaming down your cheeks. “no nat. i— i need time to think… i don’t want to feel this way anymore.” you express, your hand on your chest as if she’d literally taken a knife and stabbed you through the heart. natasha feels an enormous amount of guilt and regret as she realizes just how badly her actions have affected you.
“baby please… i’m sorry. i don’t want you to leave.” her voice cracks, and her mascara is running. she looks heartbroken, but so do you. it took her this long to realize you’ve been feeling this way, and it was all because of her foolish actions. “you should’ve thought about that before… you really hurt me, nat.” you try to sound strong, but the way you’re crying makes you feel weak. you turn around and make your way into your bedroom, ready to gather a bag of your things then call your sister to come and get you. natasha’s stuck in place as she watches you move around the bedroom, packing a duffel bag. her hearts pounding in her ears, she can’t move or say anything as you talk on the phone with your sister and she agrees to pick you up.
her body doesn’t feel like her own as you throw on a pair of jeans and your own hoodie; it becomes too real as you put your shoes on. she feels like a robot, standing in the middle of her bedroom. you give her one last look before throwing your bag over your shoulder and leaving; you don’t even realize you take natasha’s heart with you when you leave. after the door slams, the silence engulfs her and she can physically feel her heart break in two. what the hell did she do?
Cookie Jar
Warnings: g!p Nat, oral (Nat receiving), Fingering (r receiving), soft!dom Nat
Words: 1,753
A/N: Hi my darlings! Wrote this little thing, felt like writing some fluffy smut, hope you like it!
(Also Alex's dialog isn't a typo, he's like 3 and can't talk properly, set a bit after AOU)
Don't forget to drink water, sleep and eat well my loves! <3
You woke up to the sunlight, blinding your eyes in the early morning. Your wife's muscular arms wrapped tightly around your body. You groan, tossing and turning as you try to get out of her hold. “Where do you think you're going detka?” she mumbles out, whispering into your ear.
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pairing: Yelena x reader
warnings: none
word count: 1,060
summary: you accidentally introduce Yelena as your girlfriend at a party.
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There was a knock on your door. Yelena. You smiled at the thought of her as you put on your earrings. You went to your front door, pulling the door open with a smile.
“Hey, Lena,” you greeted. Yelena stared at you, mesmerized, her eyes drinking in the dress you were wearing. She herself was clad in a tailored suit, and you were just as pleased with the sight of her.
“You look beautiful, malishka,” Yelena said with a smile. You blushed, her compliments always gave you butterflies.
“You do too, Lena.” you said. You turned back into your apartment to grab your bag before heading out the door.
“Thanks for coming with me,” you said. “These company parties are always so boring when I’m alone.”
“Of course, beautiful. I like spending time with you,” she said, slipping her hand into yours as you walked out to find a cab. She ran her thumb over the back of your hand as she interlaced her fingers with yours. You gave her hand a small squeeze and a blush briefly crossed her cheeks. Your affections were the bright spots that made her want to have a future after all of the pain in her past.

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You Are Perfection
Summary: Shuri’s jealousy reflects her insecurities and doubts whispering and floating in her head as she sees you training with a young girl. But you make sure to remind your Queen she is gorgeous the way she is.
Warnings: Fluff, comfort, soft angst, mentions of pregnancy, jealousy (nothing extreme) self-doubt, reader being touchy and fluffy and comforting to Shuri.
A few words translated:
Mfundisi- Teacher
Umntwana- Baby
Ukumkanikazi- The Queen
Mhlekazi- Your Majesty
A/N: Enjoy:)
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Jealousy began to bubble in the center of Shuri’s chest, slowly gnawing and tugging at her patience. Her eyes were locked onto your face as you leaned closer to the younger girl beside you, your arms around her back to adjust the spear in her grasp, murmuring something near her ear that caused the girl to grin.
It was a good distance but not in the Queen’s eyes. “Alright, are you ready now, Xolani?” You asked backing away from the young woman who nodded in determination. “Ewe, Y/N.”she responded.
You had taken the time to train her, knowing how much devotion she had to become one of the youngest Dora’s.
Shuri sees how much her training payed off, watching as Xolani put up a very well fight with you. She turned you on your back, end of her spear nabbing atop your chest gently.
Others would’ve perhaps not backed down, pride and instinct to bring their opponent down in mere seconds but not you. You only rose to your feet, eyes gleaming in excitement and proudness.“Good job, Lani. You are getting better everyday!”
Shuri began to slowly approach the two of you as if she was trying not to get caught. Lani? Since when are you to call her Lani? Or since when has Lani been able to simply call you Y/N?
It was clearly obvious the Queen was there, sensing her strong stare before even looking at her. “It is all thanks to you Mfundisi, you are an excellent teacher!”
A low growl slipped from Shuri throat as she came near you, certain it was heard by you. Your eyebrows furrowed together and confusion crossed your features. “My Queen, is everything alright?”
“Everything is perfect, umntwana.”
There was a bite to her tone, one you could not easily pinpoint but it put you uneasy. You turned to look at your wife but her eyes were locked onto the young girl. Xolani was in her own world, proudly sharpening a spear you’ve gifted her for her training.
You placed your spear down, locks falling over your shoulder at the head tilt you gave Shuri as she now stood in front of you. You weren't even sure how it was possible but she looked taller as she towered in front of you, chest pressed against you, curls shadowing her dark eyes. She looked as though she was ready to claw the young girl till your hands gently rested against the material over her toned abdomen. Your fingers now slowly went beneath her shirt, pressing on her her tummy hinting how the newly muscles flex under the warmth of your hand.
It seemed like she was snapped out of the cloud of jealousy as her eyes dropped down to your face. Their blazing ember taming and her shoulders eased almost as embarrassed. Shuri’s always been the one to have a strong ego, but ever since taking that herb it was blown off the charts. So seeing her suddenly relax made a twist of uneasiness to your chest.
Your hands had reached out to wrap around her slim waist and you pulled her in, lips pressing underneath her ear. “Behave for a moment, my Queen.” You whispered before pulling away.
“Xolani, we are done for the day. Ukumkanikazi and I have quite a few of things to do today. We will resume in a few days, alright?”
You did not even turn to look at her as Shuri’s head fell to tuck into your neck, curls tickling your jaw. Your breath hitched as she placed delicate kisses to your brown skin. “Oh-yes of course, Mfundisi. Mhlekazi.”
You heard her steps get farther and seethed as Shuri’s teeth lightly sunk down on your neck, warm tongue soothing over the sting in apology. You sighed her name out, breathing in the lovely smell of her newly twisted curls, fingers of one hand carding through them as you pulled her away from your neck while the other remained over her stomach. “What did I tell you about behaving, eh? You are going to leave a mark.”
“That is precisely what I want, umntwana.”
Your chest couldn’t help blooming warmth at the name, soft affection now lacing the word unlike previous moments ago. “Yayimalunga nantoni?” -What was that about?-
“I don’t know what you mean.” She feigned dumbfounded. Her beautiful face however was warped in an expression you were not familiar with, your thumb soothing over the crease forming between her brows.
“You were practically going to dig your claws in the girl, my love. What is wrong?”
The ache to her pride seemed to ease slightly as you referred to Xolani as a girl. An exasperated sigh left her, embarrassment leaked into her while mumbling a response that you could not make out as her face fell back into the crook of your neck. As patient as you always were with your love, you were growing anxious as she closed herself off.
“We’re not taking this step, Shuri.”
Your hands dropped from her frame, pulling yourself away to get a look at the young Queen. She pouted, toned arms stretching out to lock you in again, “I want you close to me.”
You reached to touch her once more, palms resting over her abdomen only for her to back away. “You want me close to you yet you flee away. Uyabhida mfazi wena.”-Confusing woman you are-You muttered.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she confessed with a clenched jaw.“Bendinomona.”-I was jealous.-
Your head snapped up, eyes widening at her words. “Jealous? Of Xolani- the 16 year old?”
“Ungalikhankanye igama laloo ntombazana ndikhona.” -Do not mention that girl’s name in my presence.-
Your lips stretched into a wide grin, fingers curling over her hips as you pulling her till your chests touched and resumed letting your hands snake up her shirt to touch her stomach.
She refrained from freezing in your arms, even though she’d never admit the insecurity at how her body had changed after taking the herb, after training to maintain a good physique, to maintain her mantle as the Black Panther. She seemed to notice the changes, but she was afraid perhaps you did not.
“Something else troubles you, Shuri wam. Ndixelele.” -Tell me.-
Your nose nuzzled to the brown skin of her cheek gently, sweet little kisses trailing along sharp jaw as now both your hands gently skidded down her bare stomach. The pads of your fingers smoothed down her bare skin, a shaky breath passing her lips.
“I-I feel embarrassed. So much change in the world. And I know it is the least important but my body… the way the herb gave me strength. The constant training to keep sharp as Panther and Queen. The exhaustion causing my insecurities to hit me, looking in the mirror and not recognizing… and seeing you with that girl, I don’t know.”she mumbled softly. “ it reminded me of how you looked at me when we were younger…when I wasn’t this muscly…or this tense.”
Her eyes pooled tears now, curls shaggy over them as her head hung low in shame but sadness. Your hands stopped their movements, sighing softly against her skin at her finally speaking to you about it.
You knew the moment after the alliance between Wakanda and Talocan formed. How self conscious she became, how much the muscles of her stunning body contracted in a nervous way whenever you’d touch or see her bare. Which is why every single chance you got, you gave her lingering and sweet touches, gazes, kisses and words. But it didn’t always seem to process or enter your wife’s genius mind. And that is okay for you.
“Well then, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Your lips planted a loving kiss beneath her chin leading to the center of her throat, bobbing from the swallow she took but your lips followed the very movement. Heat sprawling over her body at your affection.
“You still are as breathtaking as the day I first met you, Entle(beautiful). You are still my beautiful minded Princess Shuri.” You would spend forever reminding her of how gorgeous she is, inside and out despite the raw pain she’s been put through.
Her heart flickered at your words, more tears burning in her deep eyes and tightened her hold on you as you placed little pecks up to her lips. “Except you are not princess anymore. You are now Queen of not only Wakanda. But of my heart. And we have grown, Shuri. Of course we are not going to be the same as before. And even in the future, my body is also going to develop…considering our plans.” You grin against her skin, seeing how a smile ghosted her lips at your words knowing exactly what you meant.
“Will you reject me after I do change? After my body stretches and marks and isn’t the same?” You asked glancing into her beautiful brown eyes.
Her curls swayed across her brows as she shook her head massaging your hips. “Hayi, I will spend my life reminding you the beauty you went through for birthing our children. That you’re gorgeous no matter what.”
Your nails lightly dug into her abs, a low moan erupting from your Queen’s throat at the pressure. Your cheeks were slightly aching from the enormous smile but you didn’t mind one bit.” And I will spend eternity reminding you that you’re stunningly perfect just how you are. That I love you.”
Her gaze was immensely enamored with you, cheeks burning as she pulled you into a deep kiss. Xhosa words being mumbled into your mouth as you laughed quietly. You pulled away, hands leaving her stomach to cradle her face.“I like you this clingy, my love.”
She groaned out a laugh as her head fell back, feeling all her worries wash away as your fingers went down to interlace with her own. “Are you okay now, my Queen?”
She simply nodded, words not forming as her heartbeat was uncontrollable, too dazed and felt too drunk on the words that left your mouth moments ago. Shuri grinned that charming smile that drove you insane as you tugged her out of the training room through the halls of the palace, followed by a squeal whenever she swept you off your feet, legs tucked around her middle.
As she felt the sparks of happiness and love flickering off your beautiful face, a surge of confidence waved over the young Queen with you in her arms. The nostalgic memory of you two both young and carefree souls from 20 years ago.
watching TV [three] // kate bishop
summary: after your feelings come at you in full force, you're not sure what to do with your relationship with Kate.
warning/s: mentions of injury and violence.
author's note: this is the last part! i hope you all liked it :)
one / two / masterlist / wattpad
The night of the event soon arrives and as if worried that Kate will somehow back out last minute, Kate's mum sends over a driver to stop by both of our places and pick us up.
Always the people-pleaser, I have no choice but to wear the dress she bought for me. It isn't actually too bad, but the pressure of wearing something extremely expensive (because I have no doubt it costs more than all of my belongings put together) and not damaging it is intense.
If possible could you do a G!P Kate Bishop x Barton Reader where reader and Kate have been trying for a child for a while and soon reader finally becomes pregnant and eventually gives birth on Christmas
Little peanut
Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x Barton!reader
Word count: 2283
Warnings: small smut, angst with a happy ending, fluff, reader is pregnant, Kate has a penis don’t like it don’t read, giving birth, overprotective Kate
Summary: When you were starting to lose hope in having a baby with your wife you received some good news
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Once Over
You nodded, looking back at her with a smile.
She blushes a little and to your surprised curiosity starts to fidget with the hem of her jacket.
“Hey y/n” she says tilting her head. “Surprised to see you here” she adds a hint of something nervous in her voice.
Older!Nat being a mechanic and younger!reader needed a reliable mechanic to “fix her car” 👀👀
WARNINGS: older!mechanic!nat x younger!reader, cutesy little lesbians, nothing much i hope this is okay
It has to do something with the gears or the oil, or maybe you think it’s the brakes.
In all honesty you have no clue, you searched up what made the most sense to you and dumbed it down just so you had an excuse to go the shop.
You’re sure spending more money than you need to but the mechanic who co-owns the place is gorgeous, intimidating, hot, and every adjective you can find for attractive.
She helped you before, you know, when your car actually needed help.

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making older!nat blush (can be in private/public)
WARNINGS: older!nat x younger!reader, reader is gender neutral i believe, just fluff <3
“Is this new?”
Natasha looks impassive to your question, she’s too focused on the email she’s writing on her phone as you devour the $10 sandwich she bought you.
“Sorry?” Stilk she makes the effort to notice your remarks, even though she’s completely unaware of what you just said.
You smile with a mouthful.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 (𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋) ⌇ wanda maximoff
summary: you used to think that nothing could heal the scars wanda left on you. but time can heal, and so can natasha romanoff.
☰ PAIRING: (past) wanda x gn!reader, (present) natasha x gn!reader, (present) vision x wanda
☰ TAGS: modern!au, angst, hurt no comfort, heavy angst, jealous!wanda, happy and healthy!reader, natasha romanoff is an angel, wanda has past trauma, i will make you feel bad, god there's so much angst
☰ NOTES: men dni | this is based off a request i got on AO3
this is part 2 of a two-part fic, here is part 1
i love the way you write 😍 more beefy nat x reader? #91
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#91 underground - Hayley Kiyoko | blurb replay 2022
Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Warning: (18+), angst & mention of smut
Did You Really Mean It ? - Kate Bishop
Masterlist
Summary : Three times where Kate’s feelings talked for her and one time where theirs did the same thing for you.
Warnings : embarrassed yourself in front of your crush, fluff, some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if I missed any.
French version (coming 25/12/2022, 9pm)
Prompt : "- You're cute. - What ? - I said you look like a fruit. - That doesn't even make any sense." from this prompt list made by @promptplanetblr
A Liar
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader kinda)
Summary: A short story about a catfish.
Warnings: angst, age gap, no happy ending
Word Count: 1.4k
a/n: merry xmas! here's some sadness.

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Not like the others: part two
Pairings: g!p Carol Danvers x reader
Warnings: smut, blowjobs, jealously, slight angst, degrading, praising, cumming on someone’s face, Carol has a penis
Word count: 2,049
Summary: After Carol finds out about a certain someone taking a liking to you she made it her job to show you just who you belong to
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
summary: Shuri pays a visit to Riri’s new apartment but is surprised that she no longer lives alone.
word count: 3k
warnings: smut, fingering, kimoyo bead toys, vibrating toys, dom!shuri, sub!reader, orgasm control, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, slight hurt/angst/grief, drugged sex, marijuana use, couch sex.
note: haven’t written in a while, but I’m back now! I am slowly but surely going to get through requests, so please be patient with me ˙ᵕ˙
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I set up my canvas in front of me and aligned my paintbrushes in the way I liked before lighting the spliff I had rolled earlier. I’ve been trying to get motivation, but I haven't had the easiest time finding inspiration around me since my Mother passed away due to cancer. Saying that my mom was my best friend is an understatement. At times it felt like she was all I had. I don’t have any siblings, and my Dad, I try my best not to think of him anymore. I remember crying to Riri once she returned. She hadn’t responded to my calls or messages when she got involved with the Wakandans. I understood why, but I will never forget the loneliness I felt when I couldn’t turn to my childhood best friend. If there is anyone who I can count on, it is Riri. When Riri returned, she rarely left my side. It’s the reason why we share an apartment now. We live close enough to MIT, so she doesn’t have to commute far, and my art gained a lot of following, so I opened a gallery in Massachusetts. She made money from hustling students and doing their school projects. While my gallery and custom canvases have allowed me to work and afford anywhere, I please. I took a big hit of the spliff before going on my phone to order a pizza since Riri was still at MIT working on her midterms. There was no point in waiting up for her to cook. I turned up my speakers to drown out the white noise with neo-soul, thought it would suit the vibe I’m on as I smoke and paint. I turned back towards my empty canvas, fiddling with my brush. It’s been a month, and I still couldn’t get the image of the Wakandan Princess Riri described.
I already have plenty of sketches of what I thought the Princess would look like in her panther suit, but I don’t think I’ve successfully captured the vulnerable side Riri spoke of yet. I lightly sketched an outline of her face in the top corner for reference before I decided on a pose and background. I chose the streets of Chicago to drape the backdrop, the neighbourhood I grew up in. I was centring the female Black Panther surrounded by the faceless members of the hood. I got lost in my art, utilizing my childhood memories to fill out the spaces on the canvas until I was left with the area the panther would occupy. I fiddled with my pencil as I tried to envision the stoic expression she would have.
The knock at the door pulled me away from my work. I was surprised that the pizza arrived so quickly. Tony’s Pizzeria was rarely on time, but it’s the only pizza I liked and worth the wait. I grabbed the twenty-dollar bill left on the kitchen counter and unlocked the front door to find none other than Princess Shuri. I couldn’t hide the shock written all over my face. I jolted backwards away from the door, unsure how to react.
“I’m starting to think American girls don’t like me very much. Riri had a similar reaction when I first visited her at her dorm,” she laughed.
I stood straight, still shocked that she stood before me in the flesh. Princess Shuri brushed past me to enter my apartment and closed the door to the apartment behind her. The Princess was introduced to the mess I’d made while working on my canvas. My drop cloth covered the hardwood floors, my paint supplies were strewn around my wooden stool, and my big green plants were pushed to the edges of the living room. In the distance, I could zero in on my bonnet on top of the couch. That made me spring into action, trying to tidy up the loft. She probably thinks I’m a mess! I was sure that I looked frantic as I did this.
“I’m sorry, I wasn't expecting company. Riri is supposed to come home later in the evening from her exams if that’s why you’re here.” I still held the spliff in my hand and subconsciously took another pull due to the onset of the stress of having the Princess in my apartment. I regretted doing it as soon as I blew out the smoke. “Shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I aggressively fanned the smoke away. But the Princess wasn’t paying attention to me. Instead, her eyes were trained on the canvas I was working on—focused on the spot where I sketched a rough draft of her face. I felt my heart beat out of my chest from embarrassment. Could anything else go wrong?
“I was just doodling and passing the time,” I tensed in anticipation of what she will say next.
“I don’t think you got my jawline right,” she said after giving it the last few glances. I analyzed her facial features and looked back to the canvas. She was right. The Princess’s jawline was now sharper and more defined. Gone was the roundness from the old photos I saw of her in the media. As I walked towards her, I pursed my lips in response and put out the spliff in the ashtray beside my art supplies.
“You should know I’m an artist and sensitive about my shit,” I joked.
“The one and only Erykah Badu,” she smiled in acknowledgement.
“I’m surprised you know the reference.”
Princess Shuri rolled her eyes at me as a way to say, “Duh.” I didn’t know much about her outside of what Riri and the tabloids had told me, which hasn’t been much. The Princess removed her blazer to make herself comfortable and revealed her toned arms in a muscle tank. I tried my best not to gawk as I watched her grab the wooden stool and place it on the opposite side of the canvas.
“Let me be your live muse, might as well get acquainted while we wait for Riri,” she smiled.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to keep me company,” I replied.
“But I want to, and pass me that joint while you’re up” Princess Shuri nodded towards the ashtray holding my spliff.
“Wait, Princess Shuri, are you even allowed to smoke?” I asked incredulously.
“Call me Shuri, and I will be coronated as Queen soon. So technically, I can do whatever I want now.”
“Okay… Shuri” It felt odd calling her by her first name. It made me feel like we were common acquaintances instead of strangers worlds apart. I passed Shuri the spliff, and she leaned in closer to me, tilting her head up to make eye contact with me to make it easier for me to light it. I quickly retreated to my easel to shift it over and prepped my colours to begin working. I watched as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke with ease as if she’s done it a million times. But, there was more to her than meets the eye.
“What made you get into painting?” Shuri asked. Her eyes observed the numerous half-finished projects and paintings on the wall. I’ve genuinely turned our apartment into a more personal studio.
“Uhm, my art helps me process my emotions and trauma. Each canvas is a journal entry for me. When I lost my Dad, I became depressed and introverted. It was my Mother who introduced me to art through different vessels in my life. She wanted me to have an outlet where I could express myself, something to soothe my soul, as she would say.” I blinked back my tears from the memories of her, the loss still fresh in my heart.
“She sounds like a lovely woman.”
“She was,” I whispered.
I briefly peeked at Shuri and saw her analyzing me. Her eyes were sad but filled with tenderness, “I’m sorry for your loss,” Shuri said.
“Me too,” I replied.
“I guess we have more in common than we think” Shuri sighed and pulled another drag of smoke into her lungs.
It was silent between us afterwards, only the music saving us from the tension in the room. I continued to perfect her jawline, adding a darker shade to add dimension. Shuri kept shifting her head, and it was beginning to make it challenging to get a good view of her features. Finally, I set down my brush in frustration.
“You keep moving, and it’s driving me crazy. I need you to keep facing forward toward me with your head slightly tilted to the right,” I huffed.
“Like this?” Shuri began posing in numerous ways jokingly, clearly feeling the effects of the weed. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at her goofiness. I walked towards her and gently grabbed her chin to adjust her accordingly. I stood in between her parted legs to do this. Shuri’s eyes were low and slightly red. She looked at me lustfully and slowly licked her lips. My stomach erupted with butterflies, and my nerves peaked.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
“What? Can’t I admire you? It’s only fair after you’ve been doing the same. I want to see why Riri sings such high praises of you.” Her gaze lowered to rake over my body hungrily. Shuri inhaled the last bit of the spliff and stood before me. Holding my chin, she blows the smoke in my mouth, lips grazing mine. I was thoroughly in a daze from my high and having her so close to me. The taste of smoke and her skin drove me crazy, craving more. She bent down and peppered small kisses as she made a trail to my neck, tracing her tongue along my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Shuri smelled sweet, like vanilla and had a hint of something else. I felt the pool of arousal in my panties as she teased me with her hands, groping and massaging my ass. I lightly pushed her off me to meet her eyes, my head spinning from how fast we were moving.
“What are we doing? we shouldn’t do this,” I stated.
Princess Shuri answered my question with her own, “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”
I paused at the forwardness of her question. If we continue, surely there wouldn’t be no turning back. But I didn’t want to stop now. I went on my toes to kiss her lips once more, slipping my tongue inside to deepen the kiss. Our tongues moved against the other. I pushed my body closer, rubbing my breast against hers. Shuri lifted me to press my core against hers and guided us to the couch. I straddled her as she ground herself against me. Shuri moaned in my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Her hands were firm on my hips as she moved me against her to keep pace with her movements. Shuri’s mouth left no place untouched. She left marks on my neck down to my breast. She was sucking and swirling her tongue as she did so.
“Shuri, please, I want you,” I moaned.
“How do you want me, princess?” she cooed.
“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted. She pushed me down onto my back so I was lying on the couch. Shuri toyed with the brim of my sweatpants, making her way down to my already soaked panties.
“You feel so good,” she mumbled against my neck and rubbed my clit in circular motions. Her fingers were slick with my juices. I rolled my waist to feel every stroke and closed my eyes to focus harder on how Shuri made me feel. I found myself getting lost in it until we heard the ringing of my apartment intercom.
“Fuck, that’s probably the pizza I ordered,” I groaned in frustration at the inconvenience of their timing.
“That’s alright. I’ll go get it,” Shuri offered.
“I don’t want you to stop and leave” I couldn’t hide the pout that formed on my face from the disappointment I felt.
“Who said we had to stop?” she asked.
Shuri plucked two Kimoyo beads from her bracket and slipped them onto the folds of my panties.“Be a good girl for me, and don’t cum until I come back.” I was confused about what she was referring to until I felt the active vibrations coming from the beads. I sat up in shock from the new wave of pleasure, my mouth slightly parted as I let out a soft breath. Shuri smirked in response and got up to retrieve her blazer.
“Don’t move,” she said sternly before turning her back and leaving me alone in my apartment. A small whimper left my mouth, and my thoughts were no longer coherent. I needed her to fuck me and relieve me from my aching desires.
I began panting desperately, trying to control my breathing to prevent the orgasm that was building within me. What were minutes felt like hours. The Kimoyo beads stroked my folds and clit in a painfully slow vibrating motion. I tried to find a position that would allow me to gain relief. However, the beads increased their vibration and speed whenever I tried to adjust them. Caressing my pussy with the utmost precision. Shuri knew what she was doing when she created these. I clenched my thighs together, but it only made things even more unbearable. Finally, the friction sent me over the edge, and I didn’t know how long I could stand. My legs started to shake uncontrollably. Yet I refused to move. I want to show the Princess I can be a good girl.
When Shuri came back, I was dangerously close to unloading, “Shuri, please, I want to cum” I cried.
Shuri enjoyed seeing her effect on me without even having to lay a finger. She slowly strolled to me after placing the food on the counter. I envisioned how I probably looked splayed open and vulnerable for her taking. My hair slightly stuck to my forehead, and my eyes rolled back in anticipation of what would come next.
“Look how wet you are for me.” her gaze was fixated on the darkened moist spot between my thighs. I was soaking through my grey pants. “I want you to beg for me,” she stated.
I pressed my lips in contemplation, unsure if my pride would allow such a thing. “Or I could just leave you like this while I help myself to your pizza,” she offered. “No, Shuri please!” She raised her eyebrows and only said, “I’m waiting.” I let out another moan as the beads did not subside or pause. My clit was overstimulated and tender to the touch.
I groaned in protest and looked into her eyes once more. “Shuri, I’m begging you. I want you to make me cum, only you, please.” I rambled in desperation for her to see how needy I was for her. I had no interest in games or toys.
“Louder.”
“Shuri, I only want you right now. I’ll do anything!”
Without hesitation, Shuri removed my clothing until I was left bare. The Kimoyo beads were drenched when we attached them back to her bracelet. Her strength and swiftness were evident throughout. Shuri watched me as she petted my entrance, playing with the sultry fluids inside my folds. Her mouth hovered over mine while she whispered, “You’re so beautiful when you beg.”
Shuri started thrusting into me, pounding her fingers in and out of me at an unmatchable pace. Shuri continued to push her long slender fingers into me, slightly curling them to hit my g-spot. The way my cunt clenched around her drove her to sweet insanity. Shuri’s eyes glazed over me, and she said, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you.” I met her strokes with urgency making Shuri take more control over me. Her other hand fondling my breast and nipple made me cry ecstatically. Her lips returned to the side of my neck, deepening the shade of marks she had already left. I didn’t think it was possible for her to get any deeper into my gushing pussy, but she proved me wrong. At this pace, my neighbours will no doubt know what happened. My screaming moans were insolent.
“Oh yeah, keep fucking me like that. I’m so close.”
I ground my pussy against her hand, riding the swell of euphoria that came over me. It only took a few more thrusts before I arched my back and stiffened under her command. Shuri buried her face in the curve of my neck, groaning quietly. “That’s it, baby. I got you”. The tightness in my abdomen slowly declined as Shuri whispered praises against my skin. My hips faltered from exhaustion.
Once I was settled and calmed my breathing, she slid her fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked my cum off her two fingers until all I could taste was my saliva and arousal. “let me taste you.” Shuri removed her fingers from my mouth and replaced them with her tongue. Licking the remnants from my lips.
She pulled back to smile and brushed back my curls away from my forehead. “if we don’t move now, the pizza is going to get cold,” she said.
“I don’t think I have enough energy to stand up” my legs felt weak from trembling.
“Well, you have to eat something” Shuri smirked at her double innuendo, and I almost took her up for it before my stomach growled. Perfect timing. Shuri began to laugh even harder at the sound.
“Shut up,” I smiled. For the first time in what felt like forever, a person other than Riri had been able to make me laugh.