A book with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut one-shots and mini-series
Mostly female and gender-neutral reader (male reader if requested). Feel free to send requests in!
Characters we write for (but not only):
- Natasha Romanoff
- Wanda Maximoff...
Warnings: Pretty public sex, Car sex, Fingering (R Receiving), Pet names (Princess, Baby, Babe, Good girl), Daddy kink, Degrading (Whore, Slut, Brat, Toy), Praise kink, Nipple play, Clit play, Exhibitionism, Dash of voyerism
Words: 2k+
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As Natasha leans against the chilled front door she can just make out the sound of the engine of the car trying to warm up. The redhead knows that you're nervous to meet her family and has been trying to think of ways to help calm your nerves; however even her own nerves cannot always be filtered out, "You need to hurry or we're going to be late."
You release a deep exhale at the sound of your fiancée's words. Giving yourself a final look in the mirror, double checking that your makeup isn't smudged and that you don't have a hair out of place, to try and release some of your nerves you give yourself a small shake. Walking out of your ensuite bathroom into your shared bedroom you begin to look for the perfect outfit. You don't even hear the Avenger open the door as she enters. She notices you trying to decide on clothes to wear and moves quickly to grab her favorite pair of ripped jeans on you.
Natasha tosses the pair over to you, smirking slyly when they land on your head, "You should wear these— your ass looks good in these jeans." You can't help but smile even as you roll your eyes. Checking the time, you hurriedly put on the pair of pants and throw on a simple white t-shirt before picking up your pair of flats as you rush out the door and get into the car.
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Looking over at the redhead you can tell she's tense as well, but you're unsure if she's just sympathetically nervous about your first time meeting her family or something else. However, your thoughts are cut short once you see the standstill traffic ahead of you on the interstate. Natasha's foot slowly applies pressure on the break as two semi-trucks stop on either side of the car, boxing you in.
You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel the former assassins hand land on your thigh, "Baby, you're just going to get more stressed waiting in this traffic, so let me distract you so you'll relax."
As your eyes lock with hers you muster up the words, "I don't think anything would be able to distract me enough to relax, babe."
Natasha smirks at the statement, mumbling a quick witted expression of 'oh I'll take that challenge'. Her eyes dropped down as her hand started playing with the rips in your jeans causing the premade rips to widen. Quickly removing her hand to move on to untuck your white shirt from your jeans. "I'll get you to be nice and relaxed, princess. Don't worry."
Pale fingers go to unbutton your jeans with ease, swiftly pushing down the zipper after. The red head ran the pads of her fingers along the fabric of your underwear, reaching down to lightly brush over your clit, causing you to take a sharp inhale. "Natas-"
