A collection of fem / Futa oneshots featuring characters from different fandoms.
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The deafening roar of an engine cut through the night as a motorbike weaved through the back streets of New York. Seated on the back of your girlfriend's bike, you tightly wrapped your arms around her waist as her scarlet hair billowed in wind. Glancing down at the gps Natasha tightened her grip on the throttle, and swerved between two cars to execute a sharp ninety degree turn that had you clutching for dear life and cursing whatever villain of the week had chosen to trigger an emergency on date night.
Bitterly you reminisced on how wonderfully tonight had started off, first with Natasha picking you up from your downtown apartment and treating you to the full night on the town classic of dinner and a show. Corny admittedly, but Ms Romanoff had just the way of making a typically standard affair come alive. Partly cause you spent the entire movie with the world's most beautiful redhead seductively pressed against your side, and the other from the little touches she made sure to pair low throughout the date that showed just how much she knew and cared for you. From reservations at the restaurant where you shared your first date, to picking one of the cheep haunting movies that reminded you of the ones your exorcist family always loved to watch and make fun of during your youth. She truly went all out on the subtle things for tonight.
But before you could invite your loving girlfriend back up to your apartment for "drinks", Natasha's avengers phone emergency beacon had gone off. Her teammate (your friend) Wanda had sent a distress signal from out of city bounds, and so before you could even pour her a glass of wine much less sit her down on the couch you were both scrambling to get changed into your gear and rush to the Sokovian magician's aid.
As such here you were, tightly clutching Natasha as you watched the surrounding dog from buildings to trees, and the roads from full to empty and eventually pavement to gravel then dirt. The only consolation for your missing date being the sensual feeling of her round ass pushed against you and her voluptuous breasts smacking against your hands with every bump in the road. Reluctantly you settled for only that much tonight as you leaned in and pressed yourself flush with your lover's tense body, letting her warmth lull you into a soothing cuddle for the rest of the ride.
After about twelve minutes of breaking almost every speed limit in the state, Natasha pulled into the sight of Wanda's distress signal. Looking up you couldn't help but roll your eyes seeing an old rundown mansion with an ominous reddish mist billowing about its foundations. Sighing exasperatedly you got off the bike and tore your helmet off, whipping your hair free of that dreaded helmet fizziness. Annoyed you stepped forward to glare at the massive and clearly malevolent abode that looked torn straight from an Edgar Allen Poe story.
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Y/n: Great yet another haunted Victorian mansion, haven't seen one of these. . . This week.
Natasha: You might want to cut down on the enthusiasm there Y/n, someone might think your excited.
Turning around you planted your hands on your hips and gave your sarcastically cheeky love the most droll look of your life. Not that it dampened the redhead's fun at your expense, her massive chest jiggling as she chuckled beneath her breath, her skintight leather catsuit visibly straining with every step she took to stand beside you.
