Would Anyone Want To Be An Anon If I Started Them Up? I Really Just Want People To Talk To. (If You Do,

You will no longer post links Nsfw From Natasha Romanoff? I wanted so much

No, I can still do those, I actually have so many good ones cause all of my other ones were so doodoo.

guys my bf just took me out to go see the marvels (I only said yes for carol tbh)

I'm getting to my request, guys, I have time this week, thank goodness.

I love soft nat

✧.* FLOUR N COOKIES.

— summary : when baking cookies with natasha turns into a flour fight.

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, nat & reader live together, flour fights, pet names, nat being a tease.

a/n : it's october so the autumn-y fics r here !! also i am a firm believer that nat struggles to do basic cooking.

baking was something you've always loved to do, since ever. you loved the process of buying the ingredients, picking the flavours, toppings, decorations, everything.

you especially loved baking for other people. it's your way of showing that you love and care for them, a love language sort of.

and it's always been a tradition for you to bake fall cookies for your friends. today, you were baking them for clint.

it was the perfect time to bake. the weather was perfect, it was foggy but not too foggy since you could still see the reflection of sunlight. the music was playing in the background, and nothing could possibly ruin this you thought.

tying your apron, natasha walks in to help.

"you look good in that apron." she smirks.

you ignore the comment as you grab the eggs from the fridge. "stay focused, we need to finish these cookies."

"well, i'm more or so thinking that you should wear that apron more often." she teases. "these cookies are for clint. realistically, you should be taking the lead." you reply.

"i've never baked before."

"ever? in your entire life? not even once?"

"i'm pretty sure that's what the word never means." — "do you at least know how to crack open an egg?"

you were met with silence. is she serious?

"just crack these eggs to that bowl, please." you point. "like this?" she asks.

you stare at her in disbelief. she seems confused, possibly wondering what she did wrong.

"you know, maybe, without, the eggshells."

she looks down at the bowl, "i think we should leave it. crunchy cookies, you know? it adds more protein, so it's healthy." she awkwardly smiles.

"whatever, i'll just pick the eggshells out." you carefully grab the slippery shells.

"soooo.. what's next?" she wipes the egg residue on her pants. "i'll whisk the wet ingredients, you can help me by grabbing the flour and baking soda."

natasha nods, as she grabs the ingredients you asked for from the cabinets above. "you know i've always wanted to do this with someone." she says, toying with the bag of flour.

"yeah well, this feels more like a me effort instead of a team effort." you state. "there's no me in team." natasha replies.

"yes there is. there's an 'e' and an 'm'." you stated.

"you're so smart, detka. keep blabbering. see what happens."

was that a threat? you look up from the bowl to see her grab a handful of flour. "put that down. don't get closer." you commanded.

"or what?" — "or the cookies won't get done, and clint will have over-floured cookies."

natasha shuffles forward.

"nat. i swear. i just cleaned the floor this morning."

"i'm not even moving."

"i can see you shuffling towards me."

"i'm standing very still. actually, here, catch!" she throws the flour to you. your clean apron was now covered in flour.

"oh you are so gonna regret that, natasha."

you swiftly grab a handful of flour from the bag, throwing it right on her black top.

natasha gasps, before throwing another handful to your direction.

this went on for a good minute before natasha finally stopped it by grabbing the bag from you.

"okay, okay! time out. i've got to take a picture of you, you look like a ghost!"

"really? because you should really look in the mirror, natasha. i can barely make out the red in your hair right now."

she glances at the reflection of the fridge. "that's. rude."

"who looks like a ghost now?"

"you still do. if i poured the mixture on you with chocolate chips and put you in the oven, would you become a cookie?" she jokes.

"don't you dare mess with the mixture."

"don't worry, love. i'd still love you if you were a cookie." natasha smiles.

please, more nerdy nat headcanons 🙏

I got you, dw. Let me think about some more; hopefully, I can deliver it soon. (after this, I swear I'm doing the rest of my request. I see you guys. Pls bear with me; I'm not ignoring them, trust.)

Give it to us pls

There might be something here tonight....

I have been sick all weekend and have not had a chance to write, but I will try and finish something soon.

Guys, I've been super busy all this week and haven't had a chance to start writing, but I finally upgraded my Grammarly, so trust I will work on stuff this weekend.

alr guys, studys just started for me, so I'm writing and posting on my off days and on Fridays Saturdays and Sundays

Who and want I write for

Who I write for:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Maria hill

(I know that's so short but that's like all I know)

What I won't write for

. Men (only going to be with a female reader. I'm not sorry lmao)

. Incest

. foot fetish

. watersports (piss play or piss kink)

. Age play

. Detailed abuse

. pedophilia

. certain au's (vampires, werewolves and calling them alpha's and omega's.)

What I will write for

. G!p Character

. Smut

. Fluff

. Some angst

. Female reader

. Some kinks

. and basically, anything else you can think of because I can't.