#petname

A gender related to the petname doll

Fic Premise: Fic will start with an established soulmate Omegaverse relationship between a civilian (Omega Fem) reader insert and an avenger (Alpha) Black Widow. Both of them are waiting for their third soulmate. At some point, after some gratuitous smut and fluff, Reader is kidnapped by Wanda during an engagement with the avengers (Hydra removed her other alpha's mark? or something to that effect), and Wanda edits her memories of Reader to make her believe Natasha was her abuser. Finally, after some more gratuitous fluff and smut and angst on the side of Natasha, all three soulmates are united. And thats about as far as I’ve thought. Also if anyone has a way to make those handy masterlists that everyone seems to have that’d be helpful too)

Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is my absolute first fic. After consuming through some of the absolute fantastic works here regarding WandaNat, I thought I'd contribute my own to the treasure trove of Tumblr. This work is in various tenses and prose(much to my dismay). So please let me know anything I can improve on and what you prefer. whether it be short 2-3 sentences and then a break or longer paragraphs(My professors used to say that my reports had a lot of run-on sentences, so I tried shortening paragraphs) But umm, let me know and please feel free to take the premise above and write it better. (just tag me so I can read along)

Eventual Wandanat

Warnings: Slight Mentions of physical and psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship dynamics, strap-on use, orgasm denial, memory alteration(Eventual)  F/F, F/F/F. Heat/mating cycles, GxP(eventual) ( If I’ve missed anything let me know)

You woke up in the warmth of your alpha's embrace as Natasha hummed out a good morning as she drew meaningless patterns on your bare stomach. "Morning, my love." You whisper out. Her warm hands move up to cup your breasts, and you remember last night's antics and feel Natasha's strap on at the apex of your thighs. 

"Sleep well, Kotenok?" she whispered before peppering kisses into her mark along your neck. You groaned as her lips made contact with your scenting gland. "I always sleep well in your arms, Nat." You say, turning to face her. You'd been together just over two years, and you were still working on breaking what remained of the walls built around Natasha's heart by the Red Room.

You think how far your relationship has come since meeting the assassin from her refusing to acknowledge your existence after you served her shwarma after the Chitari invaded New York. You tried speaking to her as she left. Bruce and Tony tried to get her on to the side of sense. Her rejection left you feeling dejected and worse when your heat hit full force after your body detected your soulmate. And after two days of agony, Natasha finally put aside her pride as her rut was in full force. And while it certainly wasn't the bonding you imagined, Natasha seemed to accept your presence in the tower, but made no effort to further your relationship. You were there as a biological necessity not as someone worthy of love.

 It was only after you managed to pin her down. (By straddling her while she was engrossed with some mission reports, I don't think you could pin Natasha) And get her to speak to you honestly. She confessed that she was scared that she'd hurt you. The red room taught her that soulmates were a weakness, a liability, that no one could ever love them after everything they'd done. It broke your heart. But you kissed your alpha's tears away and assured her that nothing could stop you from loving her. You spent every waking moment with your mate reassuring her that she was worthy of love. You’d broken down the walls for the most part but despite Natasha’s Alpha designation she often needed the assurance that you wanted her”

As Natasha continued peppering your neck with soft open, mouth kisses, she pulled you flush with her with the side effect of her strap pressing against your clit. You groaned and involuntarily ground your hips to get some friction. You felt her smirk into your neck. "Is my little omega eager? 

Do you want to prepare my strap Detka? 

"Natasha, you can’t tease me like this. You have training with your shield recruits all day!" You whined as you ground your core into the veins of the strap. "I'm not teasing, love." She said as she rolled to the edge of the bed, shedding the duvet and carrying you to your ensuite bathroom. "There will be plenty of time for me to please that greedy little pussy of yours." 

You wrapped your legs around her back and your arms around her neck as she continued her mouth's assault on her mark on your skin. You heard the water spray, and you get on your own little offensive on her neck. You'd let those shield special weapons trainees that Natasha was claimed as you found her pulse point and sucked. She groaned, adjusting the spray and then activating the rain shower head. 

Meanwhile, she stilled your hips as you were unconsciously grinding against her strap. And she stepped into the shower, placing you against the... warmed tiles (She'd obviously adjusted the water spray to warm the tiles for you, and you loved how she paid such attention to your comfort) as the water cascaded down between you. You bucked your hips. "Come now, kitten. You need to use your words." 

"I need your strap, Nat!" You lead. "I don't know, love. I'm not quite convinced."She replied, rolling her hips, grinding the silicone into your mound. "Natashaaaaa." you cry out. "Still not convinced, kitten, but I'm not going to leave you aching all day.... not when I can't watch you squirm. How about my tongue?" Your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. "I need words Detka." She tsks. "Yes, yes, please use your tongue Natasha." 

"Alright, love, I'll need you to engage your core here" as she adjusted your legs from around her waist to your calves hanging perpendicular to her shoulders, and she slowly knelt down till she was settled with you against the tiles in a wall sit and her breath against your swollen nether lips. She gave you a few kitten licks before your arms moved towards her crimson hair and tried to alter your angle of approach to stop neglecting your clit. As you let loose a symphony of cries and moans as her tongue makes its way into your snatch, and she finally moved her perfect nose to grind into your clit. And her tongue is replaced with her long fingers and her nose with her attentive mouth as she starts a vacuum around your clit. The coil in your stomach just coils tighter and tighter until it explodes, and your cum is lapped up by your adoring alpha as she eases the pressure on your clit while helping you ride out your release. She taps your jelly legs, and you slowly move them off her shoulders and stand on your own two feet as she rises up to claim your lips. You taste yourself as she plunges her tongue into your mouth. She pulls away and places her forehead against yours, and smiles. 

Your voice still shakey after your high "Only you would turn sex into a core workout."

 Natasha Smirks. "I'm quite proud of that, actually. It puts me on a time limit before you might start to cramp. Now how about an actual shower? And shall I put your usual breakfast order?" 

You tilt your head quizzically, "You're not eating?" 

Natasha smirks sinfully. "I already ate my breakfast." 

You roll your eyes. "Yes, I'll have my usual (your favourite breakfast food, bonus points for you if it is eggs benedict with a citrus-y hollandaise)"

Natasha took (Your favourite brand/scent) of shampoo from your copious shower shelving. And gave your breakfast order to Friday as she started a lather in her hands before directing you to turn around as she ran it through your hair. The head massage after being eaten out is literally heaven as after she's satisfied with your hair, she moves down to your neck, massaging muscles that needed a little loosening. You can practically hear her comment on how poor your posture is and dread what punishment she'll devise to fix it. (last time, it was balancing books on your head as she had you ride her strap, and for each time they fell, it was another day you'd go without her allowing you to reach release.) She used (your favourite) body wash to remove the evidence of your nightly activities. And use a light luffa to exfoliate your skin. After which, she rinsed you off, and you return the favour.

You loved running your hands through Natasha's shoulder length firey locks and smiled as you heard her purring. And after rinsing her off, she opened the shower door and used a warm towel to dry the both of you off as she inspected the hickey you left her. 

"Someone was extra possessive today." she remarked, the light bruising on her neck. 

"Well, you are mine, and I don't want any of your little trainees to think theirs any ambiguity." You say as she pads you down with a warm towel. 

A chime indicating that your breakfast was ready pings through the bathroom as Natasha moves on toward your shared walk-in robe. (And damn, did you hate to see her go but love to watch her leave) As she slipped into her undergarments and her catsuit. You got into some (Whatever you'd wear for a comfy day where you might see intrusive housemates) 

"I'll see you when I'm done with the shield dunderheads." Natasha whispered after kissing the crown of your head.

'Hurry, back to me, my love." You call out as she leaves, and your head to your breakfast. 

mellilla (genitive mellillae) (fem.)

For me I have too many so i’ll give 3. lol

 For Toshiya it’s Totchi-pooh, Daddy, And Pookie 💀💀💕

Damian's: Sugar, babe, darlin, sweetheart, hon, lovebird