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#11 A. Putellas— Go Fuck Yourself.

content: Top!Alexia, Bottom!Reader, hate sex, impact play (R receiving), fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, breath play, oral (r receiving)

warnings: public sex, bathroom sex, choking, degrading language (being called a bitch lol), impact play (literally one whole spank)

synopsis: You and Alexia have this toxic cycle of fighting in public and then fucking it out in private…what happens when those worlds start to blur?

word count: 1.2k

a/n: here’s a little something i found at the bottom of my google docs. my heads been feeling a little better, so hopefully tomorrow i can get some writing done!! the new Keira content is making me go into OVULATION btw 😮‍💨 the part 2 fic ideas have been steady BREWING my friends 😩

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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“Go fuck yourself, Alexia!” Those four words led you to exactly where you are right now…Bent over the sink of a nightclub, your captain behind you as her fingers piston in and out of your pussy. The LED lights of the club above you drown you in a sea of red. The color suits her, that’s all you think of as you watch her through the mirror before you. You’re drooling at how her muscles bulge out of her dress, and her hair cascades down, framing her face perfectly. Her lips reach for the back of your neck, leaving some bites in her wake as she starts fingering you faster. You swear you can feel the shake of the bass of the music inside your cunt, pushing back onto her thick digits as you chase the feeling. She’s got you wholly at her disposal, the rage burning through your veins turning into pure desire. You two always end up like this, and the girls have started taking bets on how long it’ll take you both to just finally get together.

No one can give the same spitfire back to Alexia…no one except you. She doesn’t intimidate you like most. You have no problem laughing in her face and calling her an idiot. You’ll gladly tell her off for being a bitch or going too hard on a certain team member during practice. When everyone is quiet and respectful, there you are with a smirk gracing your face and a smart-ass reply ready to be fired off your tongue. It’s like you see a challenge in getting away with pushing her buttons and driving her to the edge…Well, until she fucks you back into submission. It’s a vicious cycle that you both keep dancing around– but a welcome one at that.

“Segueix muntant els meus dits com una gossa en calor,” it comes out raspy and ends with a bite to the lobe of your ear. Her teeth pulls your skin for a second, a sharp sting settling in as she trails her lips further down.

(keep riding my fingers like a bitch in heat.)

“i’m not your bitch— ahh!” She cuts you off with a harsh thrust of her wrist. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you how your tits start bouncing from the force. Your hips are digging into the counter so hard you know there will be bruises there later. Little reminders of her for you to reminisce about later.

She keeps up this rougher pace, harsher words spilling from her mouth before she gets distracted by marking the back of your shoulders with hickeys. “C-Can I cum?” It comes out in a desperate plea, one Alexia can’t help but laugh at.

A deep laugh that sends vibrations through your spine. Her free hand lands a sleep on your ass before it finds home making a ponytail of your hair. She yanks it until your back is against her front, her fingers somehow reaching even deeper inside of your pussy. You can’t hold back the whimpers this time— tired of being vowed to silence by the blonde behind you. “Say it,” it’s whispered against the back of your neck.

Your brows furrow as you search your brain for what she wants, “P-Please?”

Her pace starts to slow, a smirk growing on her face shown to you through the reflection on the wall. “How nice of you, bebita. But I mean admet que ets la meva puta.”

(admit you are my bitch.)

Your wide eyes meet her sharp ones in the mirror, watching your every reaction as you process her request. “No!”

She fakes a pout at you, cooing as she kisses your shoulder before pulling her fingers out of your pussy. “That’s too bad— tenia moltes ganes de veure’t venir.”

(I was really looking forward to seeing you cum)

You turn around now that you're freed from her grip, turning her back towards you. Your arms go up around her neck, pulling her down until your lips meet. She tries to back away at first, but your lips are like a drug to Alexia. Always there to drag her back down into this spiral of fighting, fucking, and repeat. She groans into your mouth when one of your hands pulls at the hair around the nape of her neck. She responds with a bite to your lower lip, dragging it away as she pulls back to put a hand back around your neck. Her other one falls to your waist, pushing you until your back hits the counter. It takes about 0.2 seconds for her to lift you up and set you on it, your legs spreading to make room for her on instinct. Her fingers find their way back inside you, three slipping in this time instead of two.

A shuttered gasp escapes you as she stretches out your cunt. You can hear the sounds of it now— the wet noises filling up the space over the music as Alexia uses her body weight to help her pound her fingers into you. She squeezes her hand around your neck, cutting off your air as she fucks you stupid. Your high is approaching faster this time, hurling towards you at the spread of light. Your legs start to shake and your pussy tightens around Alexia’s fingers.

You don’t even have to say anything for her to know you’re on the edge, she knows your body better than you at this point. Every flinch, twitch, grind, gasp, or whimper has a special code that only Alexia knows how to crack. She leans your foreheads together, “Say it or i’ll leave. Et deixaré aquí gotejant i necessitat.”

(I’ll leave you here dripping and needy.)

You find your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to use every muscle in your body to hold back your orgasm as you debate the decision in your head. But as you feel her starting to slowly pull out, a loud declaration falls from your lips. “I’m your bitch! Sóc la teva petita puta!”

(I’m your little bitch!)

She surges forward at that, crashing your lips back together. “Go ahead, Cariño.”

Alexia swallows up your moans as you two keep kissing, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as she fucks you through your orgasm. You’re about to stand up and put your panties back on when she pushes your chest back. She slides your panties off around your ankle and tucks them into her purse sitting beside you on the counter. “W-What are you doing—”

“Shut up!” She growls out as she starts lowering herself between your spread legs, hands wrapping around your thighs as she keeps you held in place. “Estic intentant menjar el meu sopar.”

(I’m trying to eat my dinner.)

She licks a teasing strip up between your folds, avoiding your clit as she leans forward to press a gentle kiss to it. Alexia can feel your pussy throbbing against her puckered lips and she can’t help but groan. A hand tangles in her hair as she dives into your cunt, pulling at the perfectly styled strands as she works your overspent hole with her tongue. And as she pushes your hips further back onto the bathroom counter, your back hitting the cold glass of the mirror, you can only think one thing:

I really am Alexia’s bitch.

actually cried

The Butterfly Effect with Cara

Getting my moms to answer questions

Natasha Romanoff x Reader x their daughter

When Cara set up her filming station in her room, she hadn’t realized how exhausting it would be. She has three chairs all lined up together, box lights, a ring light, and a candle burning in the distance. Her camera is fully charged and ready to record. All she needs is you.

You both come barreling into her room with a bit of apprehensiveness. You more than Natasha. You’re both used to being in front of a camera by now. It’s a frequent occurrence but being in the “hot seat” by your teenager is a different type of scare. You take the seat on the left and Natasha on the right leaving Cara on the end. She sits with you two, phone in hand, and an arsenal of questions.

“Once we do this there’s no going back,” Cara warns.

“There’s nothing incriminating in these questions?” You ask with a brow raise. Agreeing to this might backfire in some odd way. Though it could be fun.

“Totally,” Cara nods before pressing record. She sits down and fixes her hair. This causes you to do the same. Natasha is cool, calm, and collected as she waits for Cara to begin. The young girl looks into the camera with a slight smile but otherwise chill expression. “Hello, it’s Cara, I have two very special guests today. My parents. Mama or Natasha if you know her. And my Mom or y/n.” You give a small wave to the camera while Natasha gives a slight tilt of her head.

“Happy to be here,” You say akwardly and before you know what’s happening Cara bursts into laughter. “What ?”

“That was so fake, Mom,” Cara giggles and even Natasha agrees.

“We both know you’re less than enthusiastic about filming this,” Natasha says.

“Whatever,” You pfft. “I’m here as a willing participant but if people would like to donate to my freedom I can leave my Venmo. You can put that in the description right ?” You’re only half joking.

Cara glances to the camera and then back to you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want thousands of people requesting money from you,” Cara says. She looks forward again. “Anyway, these are my lovely parents. You guys have been begging me to get them in a video. At least 90% of my comments are about them. So, today we’re doing a mom tag or asking my moms questions that you’re too afraid to ask yours. Are you guys excited ?”

“I’m pretty interested,” You shrug at the same time Natasha says “ecstatic.”

“Okay,” Cara looks down at the first question. “I can’t promise that all of these are innocent so I’ll just start with whatever one I think is…” she scrolls down a bunch before picking one. “Do you ever get used to touching poop and vomit pretty much everday?” She reads aloud. She lies her phone on her lap to allow you to answer.

You look to Natasha first, giving her the space to speak, and of course she’s unbothered by it.

“I won’t say that’s it’s not gross,” She sits up a bit straighter in her chair. “I think since I’ve seen it all I’m more immune to it.”

“She’s definitely more immune than me. If you notice whenever any of you have the stomach flu or anything I send you to her.” You motion and Natasha nods. “My stomach isn’t strong enough for it. Though I think it depends on age. A baby to toddler it doesn’t bother me. Anything older and I would be throwing up along with them.”

“Fair,” Cara says. She goes to the next one. “Why do you tell us to take the chicken out of the freezer instead of just taking it out when you’re thinking about it ?” Her eyes fly back and forth between the two of you. “I have to say this is a good one. I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times for not taking it out.”

“Hmm,” You think. “This is one of those things that I think is just passed down from generation to generation. I used to ask the same thing about my mom. I guess when you have a lot on your mind things can slip through the cracks. Also,”

“Some parents do that with a lot of things and take their frustration out on the kid for not doing that simple task and it’s understandable,” Natasha finishes the statement for you. “I guess there’s no real answer.”

“A mystery that remains unsolved,” Cara shakes her head. She taps her phone screen again and her eyes widen a little. “Okay, these are getting a little juicy. Just remember you agreed to the terms of the video so now we’re in a binding contract.”

“I don’t know how valid that is but,” You say as you lean over to view whatever is on her phone. “Oh. I guess that’s not too bad.”

“I’ll ask it then,” Cara shifts in her seat. “It’s a two parter. The first one is when was your first kiss ?”

“Our first kiss together or just in general?” Natasha questions.

“I guess together and then in general if you want to answer,” Cara waves a hand.

“I was 15 and my first kiss was with Bobbi Long at summer camp,” You’re more willing to answer this question than Natasha. Cara promises to bleep the woman’s name out. “That was the first and last year I went but I was kind of determined to make it memorable. There was this cute girl. We’d hung out the entire three weeks in her cabin and mine. So the night before our bonfire she pulled me over to some random bushes and kissed me.”

“Wow,” Cara seems to be enjoying the story. Even if she’s heard it before. “Summer camp fling. That’s kind of cool. Very rom com of you.”

“I think it was cute,” You look to Natasha for hers.

“I was 13, I think,” Natasha tries to think. “It wasn’t anything special. There was a girl in one of my classes I had the biggest crush on. She was a good fighter and dancer. So we had this huge dance thing where we were supposed to show our skills every quarter of our schooling. I faked not knowing so she could help train me. Long story short one day during our lessons I kissed her and that was the end of it.”

“Little Natasha had more confidence than big Natasha when it came to kissing girls,” You quip.

“Uh oh, what’s does that mean?” Cara digs deeper.

“It means for the first three months of us dating she didn’t kiss me,” You tap her thigh.

“What? You were afraid to kiss Mom? Why?” Cara instigates.

“She was intimidating and I’m not one to admit that,” Natasha breathes. “I was really confused about my feelings for her. I had never felt so strongly about a person and I guess I wanted to take things extra slow.”

“At the time we were kind of doing a long distance thing,” You explain. “She was still doing her job with the organization she was with so at the drop of a hat she would be in and out of the country. Her schedule is much more tame now but back then it was all over the place.”

“Very much so,” Natasha mumbles. “Then one day I took her ice skating. She taught me how to skate.”

“You didn’t know how? You’re such a good skater,” Cara compliments.

“Thank you but I was like a fawn when it came to that,” Natasha says. “I knew how but hadn’t done it since I was a child. After that we got hot chocolate and went back to her place. She shared an apartment with her friend Karen and Karen wasn’t home. So we cuddled on the couch with some movie I couldn’t pay attention to. I had been thinking about kissing her all night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.All of a sudden she turns to me.”

“Oh,” You cringe at the memory of your younger self.

“She turns to me and goes, ‘You do know you can kiss me,” Natasha looks into your eyes as she tells the story. Her eyes trail to your lips as if it’s that day again. “And I did.”

“Way to go mom,” Cara fist pumps. “So the next part to that question is when is the last time you two made out.” Cara actually grimaces at this. Partly because she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Last night,” You say bluntly. Neither of you looks embarrassed by it. “I can’t tell a lie.”

“Gross,” Cara mumbles to herself.

“It’s not gross you should be happy your parents still love each other and want to show and express that love,” You exaggerate.

“I’m totally going to edit this out,” Cara looks to the camera. “The questions only get worse from here so thank you for that.”

“Well the fans want to know,” Natasha teases. “It’s not everyday someone gets an Avenger and one of the best lawyers in the country on their show.”

“I should be so honored,” Cara’s voice drips with sarcasm. “Here’s one. Would you be angry if I came home pregnant?”

“Damn right I would be,” You answer. “I think a lot of parents are rightfully so. I do understand that teenage pregnancy wouldn’t be easy for the adults or the pregnant teen. Would we kick you out? No never.”

“I think that we are done having children so bringing another one into the world would change the trajectory of our lives but it wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Natasha adds on. “At that point it would be what’s done is done. We aren’t giving you permission to go out and get pregnant. We would just take it as it comes.”

“I like that.” Cara nods. “We have a lot of questions to get through but I’m going through the important ones. Okay, here’s one, who is your favorite child ?”

For a second there’s hesitation on both parts. Which Cara picks up on immediately.

“Ohh, come on, you can answer,” She rolls her eyes.

“We don’t have a favorite child,” Natasha answers

“You can say Paige,” Cara jokes.

“Paige is NOT my favorite child.” You laugh and hope everyone knows what a joke is. “If anything she’s at the bottom of the list today.”

“Really? What did she do?”

“She threw a tantrum for a solid hour,” You remind them. “My ears will never recover.”

“She does have a nice set of lungs,” Cara nods. “Seriously though if you have a favorite you can say.”

“We don’t though,” Natasha argues.

“Why wouldn’t it be you ?” You interrupt. “You’re smart and funny. You wipe your own bottom. I’d say you’re pretty high up there.”

“If those are the requirements I think Charlie would be it. Even James.” Cara looks to the camera to make sure that it’s still recording.

“Honestly, it depends on the day of the week,” Natasha says. “If you’re doing your chores and keeping your homework together then of course I like you a little more at that moment than the sibling who has a clear refusal to. It may seem really weird to say. I do want to make it clear that just because my child is defiant doesn’t mean I like them or love them any less than the child who doesn’t get into trouble. I think there are instances where some parents have a clear favorite and they allow that to cloud their judgment and their parenting when it comes to each child.”

“Yeah,” You fold your arms. “I will say there are some kids that when their personality is similar to their parents it may be easier to relate to them. That doesn’t mean you completely ignore your other children. As a parent you put forth the effort and make the conscious choice to bond with the child who may not listen to you as much or may get on your nerves a bit more than your other kids.”

“Parenting 101,” Cara makes a one with her index finger. “Don’t show that you have a favorite even though you may have a favorite.”

“Not what we said but,” You poke her.

“Mama, this one is for you,” Cara turns in her seat. “Have you ever blown a cover?”

“Never,” Natasha says simply.

“Okay,” Cara whistles. “Is that your real hair color?”

“Yes,” Natasha answers. Suddenly she becomes a bit more passionate. “Everyone constantly asks me that and I can proudly assure you that the carpet does match the drapes.”

“I can give eye witness accounts,” You say.

“What does that even mean?”Cara furrows her brow.

“It means you’re too young, next question,” Natasha laughs and you laugh along too.

“Dweebs,” Cara insults. “Mom, since you’re a lawyer, how often do you break the law?”

“Oh all the time,” You casually answer. “There are some laws out that you wouldn’t believe is even a thing. But for the sake of this video I’m going to plead the fifth.”

“Good answer.” Cara high fives you. “Have either of you ever done drugs ?”

“In college,” You tilt your head “when I was a fully grown adult and was out of my mother’s house and understood the consequences of my actions, yeah.”

“No,” Natasha answers easily.

“I’m kind of surprised by that,” Cara narrows her eyes to see if she’s lying.

“Your mom was the party girl not me,” Natasha raises her hands in mock surrender.

“You’ll have to tell me some of those party stories later,” Cara fake whispers.

“And give you ideas? Absolutely not.” You would never tell. “How many more questions do we have ? If we leave your siblings for too long chaos ensues.”

“Okay a couple more,” Cara points. “I heard my parents having sex and it gives me the ick. Should I confront them and tell them to keep it down ?”

“Ohhh,” You say sympathetically. “That’s…” you look to Natasha.

“Yes,” Natasha says. “It doesn’t have to be a thing. Just say something along the lines of ‘I heard you guys last night and it made me uncomfortable. Can you keep it down next time?”

“Yeah, I’d say just ask,” Cara shrugs. “It’s natural and I know if I heard something like that I wouldn’t be afraid to tell them. Well, with anything about sex I guess. Not just hearing it. We keep pretty open communication and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to bring it up. It’s just something to think about and just say it.”

Cara looks down at her phone again. “Oh a lot of these are about sex.”

“Is that really something we should be giving advice on to other teens that are watching ?” You ask. You’d rather those conversations be had with family.

“They’re pretty tame,” Cara shows you. “This person asked what do you think is a good age to have sex in your opinion? My parents won’t have the sex talk with me.”

“The biggest injustice we do, well for a lot of parents, we shield our kids from very natural things as Cara said,” You begin. “If you make something taboo and you hide things and you don’t educate your child you’re setting them up for failure. You’re giving them the opening to go behind your back and sneak. We have always given Cara the talk in several different forms. It may be embarrassing and awkward for us as parents but it’s even more embarrassing in my opinion to allow your child to learn about it from somewhere else and get the wrong information.”

“Yeah,” Natasha scratches her head. “We have also expressed that the concept of virginity and sex is not something we’re particularly focused on. Like we said with the teen pregnancy thing. It’s not the end of the world. We are big on being safe and being prepared and understanding how you feel about it.”

Cara agrees. “They’ve always told me it’s my choice. It’s not just the choice the first time it’s an ongoing decision every time you do it.”

“After high school,” You give a range. “I could give an age which sixteen and older is what I would categorize as more ‘acceptable’. At sixteen, you’re the legal age of consent in most states. Anything younger is not something I think is a good idea.”

“That’s a good question too. If you don’t feel like your parents are coming to you, you go to them,” Cara encourages. “You bring it up and maybe don’t be so direct. Start off with other conversation and maybe slip in that you’re curious and that you’re coming to then become you trust them.”

“Wise words,” Natasha comments.

“Last question,” Cara announces with a fake round of applause. “Are you proud of me ?”

“Of course,” Natasha answers.

“Everyday,” You reply.

“I guess that is all my questions for today,” Cara smiles into the camera. “Thank you for watching.”

“Wait when do we get to ask you questions?” You grab the phone. “ like when was your first kiss.” You hold the phone away from Cara’s reach and bring it up to Natasha so that she can see.

“Oh that’s a good one. Have you ever smoked weed?” Natasha reads aloud.

“As I said those are all of our questions. See you next video. Bye.” Cara rushes to turn off the camera. You all sit there and talk for another few minutes about how she’s going to be editing and what appropriate and what’s not. Overall it was a fun experience to have with your daughter.

Cara uploads the video two days later.

She gets 500,000 videos in four hours.

Comments

@ blxckwidowlover : Cara’s parents are so cool

@ natlovesmemost : I totally ship those two so hard

@ Steve Rogers | Captain America : Getting Natasha and y/n on a public video ! Bravo.

@ widowsuit69 : release the tapes!!!

@ Tony Stark | Iron Man : what a lovely couple. I should be on next 😃

cute asf

With Angie, like get into an argument Bc when asked one of them revealed they were in a relationship and the other denied it. (fight then fluff)

red carpet- angelina jolie

summary: it's your first red carpet and you get asked about your relationship with your co-star, angelina. you deny everything, she does the opposite. needless to say, she's not happy.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

pairing: angelina jolie x fem!reader

the day had finally come. after months of hard work, late nights and early mornings, the premiere of your movie, girl, interrupted, had come. this movie meant so much to you for so many reasons. it was a movie you knew would skyrocket you into fame, not only because of the plot , but because of the star-studded cast involved. another contributor was your relationship with co-star angelina jolie.

she was everything you'd wanted in a girl. she was talented, intelligent, funny and extremely gorgeous. you'd had a crush on her since the minute you laid eyes on her. when you began filming, you'd kept it extremely professional, but there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. you became official almost half a year before the premiere. it was a private relationship, of course, and it's not like anyone would assume differently. it was only 1999, of course.

the day of premiere was stressful to say the least, but angie comforted you through every step of the way. when it'd come time to get ready, you'd split ways and you'd only see her again on the red carpet. as she left, she pressed a kiss to your forehead and assured you that everything would work out perfectly.

when you were ready, there was a limo waiting outside your apartment. you hopped in, and although the venue was only a 25 minute drive away, it felt hours long. your brain overthought everything and came up with the worst possible scenario for any and every situation.

you could trip when you get out of the car.

you could have a massive wardrobe malfunction.

you could answer an interviewers question and completely embarrass yourself.

the possibilities went on and on and you were only pulled out of that state when you heard the driver call you.

"ma'am, we've arrived," he said.

you took a deep breath and politely thanked him as a security guard opened the door for you.

one step at a time, you told yourself.

you stepped out of the car and were greeted with shutters clicking and flashes going off. people called your name left and right, but all you were trying to do was to maintain calm so you wouldn't trip on your dress.

once you got into the venue, you spotted angelina. your worries faded as you admired her. her outfit was simplistic, a dark t-shirt paired with a floor-length leather skirt and a long gray coat draped over her shoulders.

she sent you a small smile when she noticed you approaching, which you gladly returned. she was standing in a group with some of the other co-stars. when you finally got there, you hugged them all. when you finally hugged your girlfriend, it lasted longer, and when you pulled away, instead of letting go completely, she let one of her arms slide down your back, securing itself around your waist. you stayed like this for a while, knowing paparazzi wouldn't be able to see that considering how everyone was angled.

as you all conversed, an employee came and politely let you all know that you had to begin walking down the carpet for photos and interviews. they all began to walk down, but you stayed with angelina for a minute longer.

"how're you feeling?" she asked.

"i'm alright, just nervous i guess," you admitted.

"well, you look amazing," she complimented, "and i know you'll do great on the carpet. just don't overthink it too much. deflect if you need to."

you blushed at her compliment, thanking her before wrapping your arms around her for another hug.

"you ready?" she asked.

"yeah," you answered.

she sent you one last smile before you were off. the area was overtaken by shouts from paparazzi. all you ould hear was their calls for you to look their ways. shutters clicked up and down the carpet, followed by the blinding flashes. you continued to move down until you reached the interview area. their cameras focused on you and a mic was extended towards your face.

"so, y/n, what was it like working on this movie?" the reporter asked.

"it was great. i mean at first i was kinda intimidated by everyone, especially angie, but they're all very nice people. they've made it a great work environment," you answered.

"speaking of angelina, you guys are frequently seen out together and reportedly grown very close. is there anything romantic between the two of you?" they asked.

your cheeks flushed as your brain scrambled for an answer.

just don't overthink it too much. deflect if you need to.

angelina's words replayed in your brain as you tried your best not to do just that.

"next question," you joked, laughing nervously, causing the reporter to laugh a bit too.

"i mean, we did a lot of scenes together so i'd say that'd make most people bond. when you work on a movie, it kind of takes up your whole life, so we just got really close. plus, we have a lot in common, that's it," you answered, leaving out the fact that what you had in common was your gay love for each other.

she nodded before asking a couple more questions. as you walked down to the end of the carpet, you walked past angelina who was still being interviewed.

"there have been photos taken of you and co-star y/n y/l/n where you're rather touchy with each other. is there anything romantic going on there?" you heard the reporter ask, causing you to slow down.

"um, yeah," she answered and although she was facing away from you, you could basically hear the smile in her voice. however, your smile dropped as you realized what you'd done.

"speaking of y/n, there she is now," a reporter said.

her and the cameramen beckoned you over. you plastered a smile onto your face and hoped the uneasiness didn't come through.

"hi!" you smiled as you approached, angelina's arm wrapping around your waist immediately.

"you answered this question not long ago, but your answer was much more, deflective," the reporter said.

"uhhh, i mean, yeah, i guess it was. it was kind of unexpected but i guess the cat's out of the bag now," you smiled.

"so, it's confirmed, you two are exclusive?" the reporter asked, to which you both nodded.

"well, why don't you give us your first kiss as a public couple," she coaxed.

angelina shrugged before putting her hand on your cheek, gently pushing it to face her. you were both smiling for the camera’s but your eyes told a different stories. angie’s eyes had a hint of anger in them and yours had regret. you leaned forward to connect your lips in a kiss, which she returned, but you could tell it was only for the cameras. the usual passion and love behind them was nowhere to be found.

you politely said goodbye and walked into the theatre where the premiere was being held. as you walked, silence filled the air. you walked uncomfortably next to each other before you were pulled into a bathroom.

“what the hell was that?” she asked angrily once the door was shut and locked.

“what was what?” you asked ‘cluelessly.’

“don’t play dumb, y/n,” angelina yelled, “you said no. you denied that we were in a relationship. and- and i said yes. i said yes.”

“i mean, i just deflected it. i didn’t know what to do. i’m new to this, ang. i didn’t want to accidentally ruin your career or anything,” you said truthfully, taking her hands into yours.

her eyes searched yours for any sort of indication that you were lying, but there was none. her expression softened before she enveloped you in a hug.

“i’d pick you over my career any day, y/n,” she whispered in your ear.

she pulled away and planted a short kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the small bathroom.

“come on, we have a premiere to attend to.”

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A goddess

Summary: Mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!Romanoff!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha

Word count: 1328

a/n: thank you for the request! I loved writing this :) repost, tags didn’t work

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Request: can you please do a Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader? Where Kate doesn't know who Reader is because she's only seen her once, so she tries to describe Reader to Clint. Then Natasha comes over and Clint is like "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter" and a little bit of mother bear!Natasha? 🥺🥺🥺 thank you, i really love your work

”Hey, Clint.” Kate walks into the common room where Clint is watching the television. “Can you help me with something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“So, I have a crush on this girl.” Kate starts as she sits down next to Clint, letting out a sigh with a dreamy look on her face. “She is the most beautiful girl ever. Her face was like a damn painting, even though I only saw a glimpse of it, her body looked like it belonged to a goddess I should worship and my god...her ass looked great in the skirt she was wearing.” She leans against the couch, smiling at the short memory of the girl walking past her and smiling at her. “I thought I was gonna pass out when she looked at me.”

“I didn’t need to hear that.” Clint grumbles. “And that description told me absolutely nothing.”

“She was here two days ago. She was wearing a blue skirt and a white top. Her Y/H/C hair was in a braid.” Clint’s face turns into a knowing one. “Do you know her?” Kate sits straighter when she sees the look on his face.

“Oh, I know her.”

“Know who?” Natasha walks into the common room, holding a book in her hand.

Clint turns to look at her with a smirk. "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter.” Kate’s face falls and her eyes widen. “You said you wanted to worship her body, right? And what did you say about her behind?”

“What?” Natasha furrows her brows as she stares at very panicky looking Kate.

“I-“ Kate looks between the two older adults. “Natasha’s daughter?” She whispers.

“Yeah. Her name is Y/N. She was visiting Natasha two days ago.” He turns to Natasha, loving the situation. “What do you think, Nat? Should we give Kate your daughter’s number so she can do some body worshiping?”

“Absolutely not.” Natasha crosses her arms over her chest. Her glare makes Kate shrink in her seat. If she knew the unknown beauty was Natasha’s daughter she would’ve never brought it up. “I’m going to ban her from ever coming back here.” She mumbles to herself, shaking her head before walking to her room.

Clint chuckles, taking out his phone. “Here. Her number.” He shows the contact to Kate.

“Are you sure? Won’t Natasha be mad?” Kate glances at the way Natasha went to, making sure she isn’t somewhere there lurking around.

“Yes.” Clint shrugs. “But I’m her godfather, I can give her number to you. She’ll be happy.”

Kate stares at the number. “Okay.” She takes out her own phone to write it down. “You won’t tell Natasha?”

“I won’t, but when she finds out I’m not going to protect.”

“Right.” She mumbles, pressing the number to text her. “Guess I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t find out.”

After two weeks of nonstop talking and few dates, Y/N and Kate finally hanging out at the tower together as Natasha left to a three day mission yesterday. The other Avengers promised not to say anything as long as Natasha didn’t start threatening them.

They aren’t dating just yet, but they do share occasional kisses and touches between each other. Like right now, they are sitting on the common room’s couch, watching a movies together while cuddling under a blanket. Kate is holding Y/N in her arms, rubbing her side with her thumb.

“You know, I’m glad I decided to text you.” Kate mumbles.

“You almost didn’t?” Y/N turns around to see her, now sitting on her lap. Kate shakes her head, gripping onto her waist. “How come?”

“Your mom.” She scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer.

Y/N giggles. “She can be a little overprotective, sure, but she means well. The whole process of getting me was very hard on the both of us and she just wants to make sure I’m safe.”

“I’m pretty sure she wanted to murder me.”

Y/N frowns. Her mother doesn’t know about them. She starts smirking. “Are you the reason I’m not allowed to come here without her supervision anymore?” Kate’s eyes widen as her whole face turns red. “You are!” She laughs. “What did you say? My mom said you said some disgustingly inappropriate things.”

“I- well..” Kate stammers, looking anywhere else but her. “I complimented you.” Y/N’s brow raises. It’s scary how much she looks like Natasha when doing that. “I said you ass looked great in your skirt and I wish I could worship your body.” She mumbles quietly. Y/N’s face feels warm. She looks down with a small smile. Now it’s Kate’s turn to smirk. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t complain.” Y/N mutters, playing with the shorter hairs in Kate’s neck.

Kate’s hands slide under her shirt, going up and down her bare skin. “Good to know.” Whispering, she starts nipping the skin of her neck, leaving little love marks there. Y/N moves her hair deeper into Kate’s hair, pushing her face closer.

“Y/N?” A voice stops them from going any further. Y/N scrambles off of Kate’s lap and the other girl turns her head around in panic. “Kate?” Natasha stares at the two with a very clear glare on her face. “What are you two doing?” She asks even though it’s very clear.

“Nothing.” They state at the same time.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay home, Y/N?”

“Well...you weren’t supposed to be home yet.” Y/N mumbles, rubbing her hands together.

“That’s your reasoning? I wasn’t supposed to come home yet?” Her pointed look moves to Kate. “And what are you doing with my daughter? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you seeing her.”

“Mom.” Y/N walks closer to her before Kate can answer. “If it came to you nobody could see me. You’d wrap me up in bubble wrap and never let me leave.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

“I like Kate, mom.” Y/N lets out an annoyed sigh. “Wouldn’t you rather I was with someone who is an Avenger rather than someone you don’t know?”

Natasha stays quiet as her gaze moves between the two. Kate stands up, still staying on her spot so she wouldn’t anger the older woman. “I’m sorry, Ms Romanoff. We know we should’ve told you, but we were scared.” Y/N nods. “I really do like Y/N and I wish I could keep seeing her. With your permission.” She adds quickly.

“She won’t take me away from you, mom.” Y/N gives her a small smile.

Natasha sighs. Rolling her eyes she walks up to Y/N to pull her into a tight hug. Y/N giggles and wraps her arms around her while Natasha kisses the top of her head. “If I have to see you two without your clothes on even one time, I’m kicking you both out.” She grumbles. She isn’t actually that mad or annoyed, she just wishes her daughter would be her little girl forever. “And if even one hair is out of her head I’m going to hunt you down. Do you understand, Kate?”

“Yes!” Kate nods rapidly. “I understand.”

“Good.” Natasha pulls away, holding her hands on Y/N’s cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“We’ll talk later about the whole disobeying my rules part.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods either way. “Yes, mom.” Natasha grins, giving one more kiss to her cheek before walking away. “See?” Y/N turns to Kate. “She isn’t that bad.”

Kate giggles quietly, still fearing Natasha will rip her head off if she is too loud. “I guess.” She wraps her arms around Y/N’s waist and kisses her. “You wanna continue in my room?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

LMFAOOOOOOOO TRI GUYSSS

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yes. make me cry

Let us go || s.b x r.l x j.p x fem!reader

Pairing: Sirius Black, Remus lupin, James potter and Fem reader.

Summary: you were dating the marauders but they broke it off because they were afraid to settle down with someone. You were still in love with them though but you knew you had to let them go.

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, mention of suicide, mention of not eating, self harm, death of character, overall just sadness. Marauders doesn’t know about your depression. Asshole Remus and Sirius. (No Remus or Sirius slander, I love them). SAD ENDING!!!!

A/N: i know this is bad but I rlly wanted to write this thought down. I’ll maybe rewrite it in future.

“But w-why?” you sobbed as you stared at your boyfriends—more like ex boyfriends now, “You don’t want me?”

Remus sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he stared at you with a hard gaze that he promised to never use on you.

“Listen, we’re sorry but we got bored.” Sirius spoke up from his position on the bed of his dorm room.

You sniffled, looking towards James as he was the softest one in the relationship.

He looked away, eyes sad as he cleared his throat and nodded in agreement.

Your heart broke as your eyes jumped to each of them, looking for any signs of guilt or regret.

When you found none, you nodded and grabbed your books, rushing out of the room.

James stared longingly at the door you just ran out and he shook his head falling onto his dorm bed.

“It’s for the best mate,” Remus quipped, “She was holding us away from fucking a new person every night.”

“But we fuckin’ loved her,” James argued, “If you really loved her, you wouldn’t care about fuckin’ other people.”

“Just leave it, Prongs.” Sirius snapped, eyes fluttering closed as he sighed.

You sobbed the whole way back to your dorm, ignoring the worried gaze of some of your housemates.

Reaching your dorm, you fell onto your bed, crying as you replayed their words in your head.

We got bored.

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A few days later, you made no show to most of your classes, or to breakfast—or any meal of the day.

You relapsed into your hold habits of not eating when you were sad.

You thought maybe you weren’t pretty enough for them and tried making you look better, so you skipped meals.

You only went to classes you had without any of them and you would run the other direction when you saw them in the hallways, chatting up with other girls.

They noticed the way you would tense when they were near. It made them frown but they shook it off, ignoring the pain in their hearts.

James would search for you every morning and in every class you guys shared and frowned when he didn’t see you.

The metal blade touched your belly and you gave a sad smile to yourself in the mirror.

“Maybe they’ll love me if I’m prettier,” you sobbed, running the knife across your stomach, watching as blood fell out.

You couldn’t feel the pain and tried again, lowering the blade to a clean area and ran it through your skin.

You hissed lightly at the pain but loved the feeling.

You sat in the shower, thinking why everyone you loved hurt you.

Remus, Sirius and James made you happy, they made you believe that you could find happiness beyond your parents neglectfulness.

That you could be happy even though you were scarred for life with pain caused by those you loved.

But then they were the ones who tested your limits, the ones who pushed you over the edge.

You couldn’t stop now.

You missed out weeks of food. New scars littered your body. Roommates moving out because of the mess you leave.

You never spoke to anyone, you were invisible without the boys.

“Where is she?” James panicked, “She didn’t show up for dinner in the past 2 weeks. And she doesn’t have friends to bring her food.”

Sirius frowned at that, “She probably gets it when everyone is gone?”

Remus sighed, lifting his head from the book he was reading, “Shut up about Y/N, I miss her, yeah but doesn’t mean you have to bring her up all the time.”

“You miss her?” James asked, eyes wide, “How do you think we feel? She doesn’t show up to class or to eat, are you not worried?”

Sirius nodded, “We are but hey at least we got new chicks to bang.”

“There are no new chicks to me. I didn’t go fuckin’ whoring around after breaking Y/N’s heart.” James snapped, pushing the tray of food away.

“Really mate? I sent all the hot chicks to you,” Remus complained.

You lied on the floor, blood running down your arms and stomach, your breathing rapid as you cried.

“Help!” you screamed but it came out as a whisper.

You didn’t mean to go this far, you didn’t mean to hurt yourself so much but you couldn’t help it.

You saw Remus with another girl, you saw Sirius making out with another girl.

And worst, you saw James smiling at another girl that wasn’t you.

They all promised you were the one, but aren’t promises made to be broken?

“P-please help me,” you sobbed as you tried moving but froze in pain.

The bathroom floor was filled with blood, your clothes drenched with red and your tears.

You knew it was the end when you felt your breathing get slower and the way your eyes drooped closed.

Maybe they’ll be happier without me, you thought as you closed your eyes, your breathing stopping.

Your lifeless body was on the ground of your bathroom, blood around you and open scars littering your body.

The sight was heartbreaking.

“Something feels wrong,” James murmured, yawning as he walked into his shared dorm.

His eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, body sore from pacing all the time.

Sirius looked at his best friend, “What now? The chick you banged didn’t like it rough?”

Remus chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“Shut the fuck up,” James snapped and then his eyes went wide, “Today is Y/N’s birthday!”

Sirius sat up at the mention of your name, his heart racing as the image of you entered his mind.

Remus clenched his jaw, trying not to remember the way your face looked when he broke your heart.

“So?” Remus forced out, avoiding eye contact with his friends.

“So?! We have to wish her! You know how sad she gets when people forget her birthday! She doesn’t have any friends to wish her, so we should,” James said, grabbing his wand from his bed.

“Why us? We broke her sad little heart,” Sirius said, smirking slightly.

“Fine, if you won’t go, then I will.” James glared.

He left the room, slamming the door shut as he made his way towards your dorm.

Remus sighed, grabbing Sirius and following behind closely, knocking James’s shoulder when he caught him smiling slightly.

Your body still lie on the floor many hours later, nobody came knocking or looking for you.

Sirius pounded on your door with his fist, fidgeting nervously.

Remus grabbed the collar of his shirt and made it perfect and sighed as he waited for your pretty smile to answer the door.

James frowned, his heart clenching as he felt something stir in him.

He knocked on the door again, “Puppy? It’s us.”

He used the nickname you loved unintentionally but he didn’t correct himself, too worried about why you weren’t answering.

“Fuck it,” Remus cursed and kicked the door to your dorm open, too eager to meet you again.

He frowned when he saw the mess, blankets and clothes on the floor. Textbooks laying on your bed unused.

“Wow,” Sirius mumbled, sad eyes taking in every inch of your room.

“G-guys!” They heard the heartbroken voice of James come from your bathroom.

They rushed towards it, freezing as they stood beside James with wide eyes.

They caught sight of your bloody body, your skin pale and lips a swollen blue.

Remus breathed heavily as he rushed towards you, kneeling down and grabbing your head so it sat on his lap.

“Y/N?” he shakily called, stroking your hair, “Baby, wake up.”

Sirius looked away to hide the tears that filled his eyes at the sight of your body on the floor.

James fell to the ground, crawling over to you and held your cold hand in his, kissing it in hopes that you woke up.

“Love, open those pretty eyes for us.” Remus begged, his voice coming out as a whisper.

“S-she killed herself,” James spoke, eyes wide in horror, “It’s our fault. We hurt her, so she took her life.”

Sirius covered his ears as he heard that, clenching his eyes shut to get rid of the image of his lover dead out of his mind.

“No—“ Remus gasped, “No, no, no.”

They couldn’t believe it—that you were dead. Your body lifeless on the cold ground, face cradled by those you once called yours.

her eyes.... that fuckass look on her face... HER NOSE... I can make up a whole new religion just by the sight of her

If You Run, Run To Me (18+) PT. 1|2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s been six months since you and your friend Natasha started sleeping together. When Natasha catches wind of your feelings for her, will she run?

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: angst, smut (thigh riding, fingering)

Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.

All your senses are taken over by the woman moving herself back and forth on your bare thigh.

Keep reading

she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the most best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes

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All Yours (Kate Bishop x Reader x WandaNat Parents)

This was such a fun fic to write, hopefully, y'all have as much fun reading as I did coming up with this idea! Synopsis: Kate rails you as your moms Wanda and Nat return from work and hear what y'all are up to.

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Tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for your girlfriend, you looked at your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. Your moms were finally out for work, and you didn’t have any classes today. This meant that not only did you have the entire mansion to yourself, but you actually had time to spend with your girlfriend. Opportunities like this didn’t come around often, and you were determined to make the best of your day. Besides, you’ve been feeling horny as hell for the last two days, and you were more than ready for Kate to do whatever she wanted with you while your moms were not around to walk in on you two.

The doorbell finally rang, and you ran to answer it. Kate was standing outside your door, a little out of breath as usual. “I got here as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, babe. I missed you.” You immediately wrapped your arms around Kate, and felt a rush of warmth go through your body when you felt her strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Babe, we just saw each other last night.” Kate pulled away a little bit so she could have a good look at your face. Seeing the pout that was quickly forming, she pulled you against her once more. “Besides, I think you may have another reason for missing me.” She guided your hands down beneath her waistline, and you felt the outline of the strap she was packing. “I didn’t have much time to prepare, so I just decided to wear your favorite one.”

The rush of heat went all the way up to your face now as you held one of Kate’s hands to lead her to your room. Just as you started walking into the house, Kate pulled you back. “We can start right here.” Your eyes widened as you realized that she wanted you to start here, right in the middle of the living room. Her eyebrows lifted expectantly as she started unbuttoning her pants. “Is there a problem baby?”

You shook your head no as Kate quickly stepped out of her pants. Her toy bulged in her underwear, and you quickly got on your knees in front of her. “So eager, baby. Hold still for me, okay?” As she took the toy out and put it into your mouth, you couldn’t help but start bobbing your head to take the toy as quickly as you could. But this time, instead of her usual moans, Kate grabbed your hair and held your head still. “Babe, I said keep still.” You finally understood what she wanted from you and held still as Kate slid the toy inside of your mouth.

It didn’t take long for her to start building up a rhythm as she fucked your face. The toy was so big, and you ended up gagging every time she thrust inside your mouth. The sounds you were making only seemed to encourage Kate as she moved her hips faster against you, and as she looked down at you, it didn’t take long for her hips to stutter and finally stop.

Kate let you get up, and as soon as you stood, she picked you up and carried you up the stairs. Luckily, you had been waiting for Kate to do this ever since you woke up this morning, so you were already mostly naked. Kate, on the other hand, needed a little bit more work getting naked. Clothes were forgotten on the floor as she quickly carried you to your room. As soon as you reached your room, she threw you on the bed and got on top of you. “Already so wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you. Let’s see how long you last in here.”

What neither of you saw was your mom’s limo pulling up in the driveway and your moms coming home. The meeting that they had planned was canceled, as their competition had decided to bow out instead of facing the two of them. Nat was first through the door as usual, with Wanda following close behind. “Do you think (Y/N) will be hungry? We can call our chef to come in today and cook for us.”

“I think that would be great babe. Should we go check in on how she’s doing? She seemed really high strung today before we left.” Wanda started making her way upstairs to see if you needed anything.

“Can’t you just read her mind from down here?” Nat yelled distractedly. “She’s old enough to be annoyed at us if we keep asking her how she’s feeling.” She waited for a response, and when she didn’t receive one, she walked over to check on her wife. Wanda was standing at the beginning of the hallway, staring at the random pieces of clothing that littered the floor. “What’s happening? Why would our child throw out all of her clothes.”

“I don’t think those are hers, my love.” Nat could barely contain her smirk as she recognized Kate’s pants. “Let’s go back downstairs.”

Just as they started going back down to the living room, a thump came from your room. “You like that? Show daddy how many more times you can come tonight.” Those words were followed by filthy moans, and Wanda practically ran down the stairs with her face as bright red as her hair.

Both Nat and Wanda sat in the living room in silence, neither knowing how to break the silence as sounds of your moans occasionally drifted downstairs. Nat tried to break the ice by joking, “Who knew our daughter had a daddy kink, huh?”

Wanda gave her wife an icy glare. “Would you want her to call anyone else other than one of us ‘mommy’? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to look severe, she couldn’t help but let out a little smirk.

“Are you still going to have our chef come over? He’ll have to make enough food for four this time.”

“It sounds like (Y/N) is being stuffed as we speak, so I don’t think she’ll be that hungry when she comes down.” Wanda’s words caused Nat to snort as the rhythmic pounding noise above them showed that you were, once again, getting topped by Kate.

“I would have assumed that we raised a top, but it seems like she’d bottom for the first pretty girl that comes her way.” Nat seemed almost disappointed as she shook her head.

“Don’t be scaring Kate off now, babe.” Wanda reached over and took Nat’s hand. “She’s a good girl, and you know how happy Kate makes our daughter.”

Nat sighed, feigning irritation. Things upstairs were quiet now, and the two women looked at each other and tried to keep from laughing. They were looking forward to seeing your face when you came downstairs.

Kate collapsed on top of you, finally spent after making you cum for the seventh time in a row. You were worn out, but that did not stop you from wanting more. After a moment, you languidly ran your fingers through her hair, loving how she leaned her head against you as you held her.

“That was fun.” All you got in response was a low hum. “Do you want some food? I think I can whip up something real quick.” The low rumble of Kate’s stomach answered that question for you as you hurriedly threw on a hoodie. Kate didn’t even bother putting on a top, and just put her underwear on. The strap on bulged inside her briefs, and you had to tear your eyes away from her crotch. Kate was horny at all times, and you did not need her on top of you before getting some food inside you first.

Not looking where you were going, you rubbed your eyes and made your way to the kitchen. Right before you made it, something made you stop. Heart hammering as you turned around, you saw both of your moms smirking at you. “What’s the matter, baby? Surprised to see us?”

Your mind could not make out a complete sentence. How much did they hear? Their smirks told you everything you needed to know, and right at this moment, Kate made her way up behind you.

“Babe, what’s for lunch? I want to go for round eight as soon as –,” Kate stopped when she caught sight of your moms. Nat gave Kate a look that could kill, while Wanda had to hide her mouth behind her hand to keep from laughing.

Finally, Wanda broke the silence and gestured for you to sit down. “Why don’t we sit down together while we wait for the food to arrive? I think we have a lot to talk about.”