Tumgik
#marvel women
miss---lu · 7 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Morning Tea and Good News
You wake to the sunlight peaking in through the window. You stretch a little. Natasha stirs next to you in bed, but she doesn’t wake up.
You quietly get out of bed and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Humming to yourself, you begin to make some tea. You add a little bit of raspberry to Natasha’s.
As the tea is steeping you decide to go get the mail. It’s an early morning so when you go out, it’s all quiet. There’s no sound coming from the other houses, everyone must still be asleep.
You walk briskly to the mailbox to retrieve the mail before returning to the warm indoors.
You flip through the letters noting bills and a couple magazines that Nat had ordered. You organize the pile and then grab the tea cups to head back up stairs.
When you enter the room again you smile when you see Natasha sitting upright in bed. There’s a huge smile on her face. She practically jumps on you, smothering your face in kisses.
You yelp in surprise causing her to laugh. She takes the cups from you and sets them on the night stand. Then she grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to hers.
She continues to kiss you, her smile pressing against your face. You pull back after a minute.
“Morning to you too Nat,” you chuckle, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”
Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You look confused but then realize you had left the pregnancy test on the counter over night.
Joy suddenly fills you as you realize why she’s so happy. You bolt to the counter and look at the pregnancy test and see a plus sign.
You squeal happily and spin back around to kiss Natasha.
You had left it there last night while waiting for it show the results and must have fallen asleep.
Natasha hugs you close, “you did it baby”
Tears start to form in her eyes as she begins to lightly caress your stomach. “We’re going to be mamas”
You rest your hands over Natasha’s hands. “We’ve tried for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”
Natasha kneels down and presses a soft kiss to your naval. She looks up at you with joy “I love you so much, you and our baby”
38 notes · View notes
marieausparie · 2 days
Text
"She is not real , you know .She doesn't exist ."
Us:
Tumblr media
29 notes · View notes
wandasfifthwife · 2 days
Text
FUCKKKKKK I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED HER. I NEED—
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
her beauty is so fucking underrated
I CANNOT believe I haven’t haven’t given her the time of day until wandasaura pointed her out
30 notes · View notes
sytoran · 8 months
Text
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | n.romanoff
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
you visit the strip club downtown with your co-workers to let off some steam, but it seems like you've caught the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.
🖤 pairing: sub!stripper!natasha x fem!cop!reader
🖤 word count: 3145
🖤 note: SMUT (18+), this one been marinating in my drafts like im preserving wine
main m.list | AO3
Tumblr media
You don’t know why you let your co-workers drag you to a strip club on a Friday night, but you’re sure as hell not complaining.
There are plenty of women, everywhere. Women in bikinis, women in stockings, women in thigh garters. You're in wonderland, honestly.
Hey, cops needed to let off some steam too, okay?
The cheers and hoots surround your table as Carol gets a lap dance by a brunette stripper. The blonde woman is blushing – you didn’t know she could do that – but she’s having the time of her life.
As Carol slides a bill between the stripper's tits with no lack of embarrassment, you laugh and get up to go get another drink.
It wasn't an overly rare occasion for you to be letting loose, but it was infrequent enough that your co-workers quite physically hauled you to this adult entertainment facility after a particularly taxing case.
ULTRAVIOLET was the most popular strip club in Queens, New York City. They served both men and women, with sparkling reviews about customer service and atmospheric aesthetics.
Carol, Valkyrie, and Maria would simply not shut up about the 'Black Widow', who was supposedly the sexiest, most stunning stripper any of them had ever laid their eyes on.
"She fuckin' looked at me in the eye," Valkyrie had moaned on a Monday morning, speaking of this stripper they so revered. "I can't look at anyone the same no more." 
You were about to make a quick-witted retort about Valkyrie’s dramatization of mere eye contact, but Maria had only nodded solemnly in agreement and you had to admit you didn’t take Maria’s judgment lightly.
Aside from the talk about the Black Widow, you were hit with the novelty of the strip club once you stepped foot within.
As the Commanding Officer of the New York City Police Department, 104th Precinct, the boundless freeness of this place was quite a sight to behold. What with the heavy music, and the beer-tinged scent of the air, and nude women – the sensory overload did wonders to take your mind off work.
"You here alone?"
You spin on the barstool at the sound of a sultry voice. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight of a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.
Scantily clad in matching sequined undergarments and fishnet stockings, stands a redheaded woman leaning against the bar counter, looking at you with magnificent green eyes.
"I'm not alone- I mean, not in that way, because I'm just here with friends. Well, co-workers, but they're my friends as well-"
Splendid job, Deputy Inspector Y/N L/N, you say internally. You can look in the eye of murderers and terrorists, but one look at a pretty woman and you're fuckin' gone.
"You're cute," the lady interrupts with a small tilt of her head, saving you from digging your own grave further.
You swallow harshly, feeling her manicured nails trace the curvature of your bicep. 
"Just cute?" you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. Her fingers move down to the collar of your white shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Call it stupidity, but you feel the urge to reciprocate the contact. You move your hands to her hips.
The lady smirks. "Hm, maybe not just cute. But I think you need to show me." 
The redhead hasn't broken eye-contact all the while. Your eyes feel like they're burning. You slide your left hand down to the hem of her panties, and tug slightly. When her panties snap against her skin, she jolts with the impact.
You smirk with victory, pulling her in by her waist so your mouth is pressed against her skin. "I'll show you," you murmur, kissing the warm with a fervour you didn't know you possessed. 
The woman's breath hitches and she pulls your head closer. You accept the invitation, beginning to leave a hickey on the sensitive spot of her neck.
After a few moments of your concentrated work on her neck, the woman finally lets out a sigh-turned-moan of pleasure, and you nearly pass out from how sexy it is.
She tugs your head away and pulls you in by the collar for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter close.
Your quavering breaths meet in a frantic harmony, and you want to explore her mouth, but she ends it as quickly as it begins.
"What's your name?" the redhead asks, warm breath on your lips. "Y/N," you say hoarsely, trying and failing not to sound like you were left high and dry. 
You slide your hands to the bare skin of her torso, silently delighting in the way it raises goosebumps. You need to get more of her, feel more of her. "Do I get to know your name?" you ask.
The lights in the strip club suddenly dim, and the music takes on a far more sensual tone. 
The woman slides out of your grasp like sand falling through your fingertips, and you're left with the ghost of her burning embrace. Your question remains unanswered.
"Let's give it up for our next dancer," the bar owner says into his mic, and the noise dramatically fades away. "The Black Widow!"
Blue and violet lights dance in your vision as the woman who had kissed you just moments before, approaches the stage, hips swaying in time to the music. 
Your eyes narrow, and you down the bourbon in one shot. You'd need it.
When the beat drops, The Black Widow throws her head back and she begins to move.
God, it's criminally sensual, the way she danced, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. You couldn't put into words the allure she possessed.
The redheaded woman runs a hand over her own skin, dipping into every curve, as the music crescendos, and you know you're not the only patron with their heart thrumming in their chest.
When she begins twirling on the pole, you see men clearing out a month's paycheck for this divine woman, and honestly? You don't blame them.
Money gets flung onto the stage and catcalls get yelled as perhaps the most erotic scene unfolds before your very eyes.
When The Black Widow lifts up a thigh to show off her tight stockings, you're unable to hold back any longer, drawn to the stage like a moth to a flame.
Sitting back down into your original seat, leaving the empty glass of bourbon behind, all else fades away. Your world stumbles on its axis as the woman makes her way over to you, running a hand through her luscious locks of hair.
Your mouth dries up as The Black Widow turns around in front of you and fully bends over, exposing the delicious curve of her ass. You sink back into your seat, bringing two fingers to your lips in silent contemplation. Internally, you're fighting the goddamned World War II with your libido.
She's still swaying in beat to the music, and spins around as the sound of a saxophone starts playing. The last thing you see is a playful wink from the gorgeous woman before an ample asset of tits covers your vision.
Fuck, you're not going to survive.
Your nose quite literally gets buried between her tits as the woman climbs onto you. You would pay to see your co-workers' faces right now. How would you ever face them at work again?
“Get it, Y/N!” you hear Maria call in the distance, and a shrill whistle follows. 
You smirk against the pair of tits in your face, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and her sweat, and simlply her. You let the stripper work her magic.
After a few more minutes of your paradise, she pulls away, skin flushed. 
You regard her with a darkened gaze, pulling out your wallet. You stuff a bill in the side of her thong, making sure to snap the fabric in the same spot as you had previously.
The woman's face flickers in recognition. She shakes her head, then dips her head down to whisper in your ear.
"11pm. Room 8. Private session. Don't be late."
Like it was planned, the music comes to an end. The redhead doesn't wait for your response before she gets off your lap, raising her arm in acknowledgement of the roaring cheers. Her hips sway as she walks away from you, and you don’t even pretend that your eyes are glued to her curves.
Money gets thrown onto the stage once again, all in hopes of earning a fraction of what you had just experienced. 
"Holy shit, Y/N, what was that?" Carol yells at you over the noise, slapping your back. You shrug plainly with a stupid smug smirk as Valkyrie whines in jealousy. 
Oh, you were so fucking ready for 11pm.
.
"A private, fuckin' session for Deputy Inspector Y/N fucking L/N. Who would'a thought," Carol slurs, banging a shot glass onto the round table.
You roll your eyes at Carol's dramatization. It wasn't as if your status as Commanding Officer steered women away from you – in fact, some of them were quite into it.
But for your prevalently horny friends who had women over just about every week, you were considered starved of sweet pussy and were in dire need of quenching that thirst.
So when you broke the news that the most sought-after stripper in the most famous strip club in Queens, had just offered you a private session, lo and behold the chaos that ensued.
"Shit, girl, I would get down on my knees for that lady. You are one lucky bastard," Valkyrie adds in, ruffling your hair as you grumble. 
"You'd get down on your knees for any woman, actually," Maria says, the usually composed woman more laid back in the environment of the strip club. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
Valkyrie lets out an aggrieved noise, sitting up to whack Maria's arm, but in her drunken state she misses and slaps Carol's drink out of her hands. 
"Oi!" The blonde cries out indignantly, looking at the drink that had splattered onto her clothing. 
Carol grabs Maria's martini out of her hands and throws it at Valkyrie in retaliation.
Before you know it, your three idiot friends have gotten temporarily suspended from the strip club for 'causing a ruckus'.
Just like that, and the clock ticks down to eleven o’clock.
.
It’s 11pm, and you're overly aware of your police badge at your belt and your gun in your holster.
Or at least, you were, until Natasha swung one leg across your lap and sat herself down with an unspoken grace, effectively sitting on your lap. In the privacy of the enclosed room, you unashamedly stare down at her cleavage, eyes several hues darker than they were before.
“See something you like?” Natasha asks breathily, running her hands over her full breasts, pushing them up to elicit a reaction from you.
The moving lights in the dark room cast shadows, and when you back look up with a sinful smirk and half-lidded eyes, Natasha swears she feels herself get wet.
All the air in your lungs dissipates when Natasha begins grinding on your thigh in beat to the music, hips moving skilfully in the sexiest fashion imaginable. 
Fuck, this woman was going to be your demise.
Your hands feel like they’re on fire as you watch her put on a show, simply aching to move and touch. Natasha trails her fingertips down your tensed arms, running over the curve of your biceps. She smirks at the goosebumps it raises, her hands dwelling to the edge of your pants.
Your breath catches as her fingers find the outline of your police badge tucked underneath your shirt. The Black Widow looks up at you, expression a no-tell. “You on duty?”
“Nope.”
“Is that why you’ve got a gun in your belt?”
“Nah, that one’s just for pretty girls like you,” you respond slowly, hands tentatively going to rest on her thighs. When the smirk reappears on the stripper's face, you relax and let your shoulders untense.
“If you say so, officer,” she comments huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. The shiver runs through your bones. 
You’re about to counter with a quick retort of your own before Natasha begins grinding on that bulge in your pants, treating your gun like it was a strap.
“Shit,” you say breathlessly, hands burning at being unable to touch. Behind your back, your nails were digging into your palms so hard you swore you had already drawn blood.
Fuck, it was torture. 
Her pretty moans and breathy whines ring in your ears as she moves her hips roughly, a torment to your demise.
After a while, you come to the realisation that you can feel how wet Natasha is through her undergarments, soaked from having just dry-humped your thigh.
“Fuck me,” she says, and your throat dries up. “What?” you ask, dazedly, still staring at her bouncing tits in front of your face.
“I said, fuck me,” Natasha repeats, head tilting to the side, halting all her movements so you would look at her.
You splutter. “But the sign said–”
“What can I say, officer, you wanna make me break the rules.”
That’s all the confirmation you need before your hands can finally touch her, finally, meeting and warm skin and sweat droplets and everything you’d ever wanted. 
You let out a huff of amusement as Natasha wraps her pretty lips around your fingers and sucks, making lewd noises with her tongue. Your ears burn, now, having been tainted with the beautiful symphony of this woman’s pleasure.
“You’re very naughty,” you comment, your other hand slipping under her top to reach her full breasts. Palming at the mounds in your hand, you face moves to the bare skin of her collarbone and begin kissing it.
“Don’t make marks,” Natasha says breathlessly, when you let your teeth nick the soft skin there, and there’s a pit of desire in your stomach that growls in frustration, but you know you have to respect her wishes and instead move your mouth down to her chest.
Natasha doesn’t remember when you slipped off her bra, but she isn’t complaining about your haste and instead throws her head back when your mouth latches onto her breasts.
“Mhm, that feels good,” she moans, weaving her fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp. You hum in acknowledgement against her flushed skin, your tongue paying special attention to her hardened buds.
When both your hands move to the underside of her thighs and lift her up, Natasha lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden change of position. But as you lay her down on the sofa with your body weight pressing into hers, those whimpers turn into filthy moans.
You stall for a moment, hovering above her with your silver necklace dangling right above her face. She looks so pretty like this, her hair all splayed out, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her look tantalizing.
Natasha catches your swinging necklace between her teeth, winking seductively at you, and you’re snapped out of your moment, a laugh taking over.
“Have I told you that you’re incredibly bad?” you say, in between kisses scattered between her breasts, down her sternum and to her stomach. 
“You- you have,” Natasha replies with some difficulty, as your kisses get lower and lower. “Maybe you should punish me for it, officer;” 
She shuts up when you slowly spread open her thighs, revealing the dripping heat that is Natasha’s cunt. You maintain eye contact with her as you lower your mouth to her pussy, her lust-filled stare making your head spin.
When your tongue meets her cunt, it was game over.
“Fuck,” Natasha moans, already unable to continue looking at you in the eye, hands moving to grip the cushion of the sofa. Her thighs clamp around your head, and you’re suffocating, but in a way that feels so good you could die in bliss.
You lap at her dripping cunt like you were starving, like you would die without it. Natasha’s moans get louder. You move your mouth in rocking motions, pushing your tongue further in with each thrust. 
“More,” she gasps out, and you quicken your pace, fingertips digging bruises into her plush thighs. In retrospect, you don’t remember how long you stay there, ravenously eating her out like your life depended on it. 
When you feel her breathing get faster and more shallow, breathy little whines that get louder and louder, and you know she’s about to cum.
Instead of gently bringing her to a high, you internally say fuck it and decide that if this was the one chance you had, with the most sought-after stripper in Queens, you were going to make it an unforgettable one.
You move your mouth up to wrap your lips around her swollen, throbbing clit, and you suck on it, hard. In tandem with that, you easily slide two fingers in, curling them inside her to hit that sweet spot. Natasha positively screams, and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
Her orgasm floods the lower half of your face and your fingers, and the little mewls of your name Natasha lets out as she comes down from her high is one you’d always remember.
Finally, you emerge from between Natasha’s thighs. Slowly, you kiss up her stomach and her breasts, up the way you came down from, and you meet Natasha’s blissed out face.
You take a moment to take in her tousled hair, her swollen kissable-pink lips, her smudged makeup, her shallow gasps for air, and the pure lust in her eyes.
Just like that, and another jolt of arousal hits you. Before you can act on it, Natasha pulls you into a messy kiss, hot and sweaty.
“You look so fucking good-” Natasha says in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. “With my cum all over your jaw.” 
You bite back a growl at her words, wanting to let her know just how exactly good you can make her cum. Natasha catches your hand that slides down to her wet cunt, before bringing it up and placing a kiss on your fingertips. “Our time is up,” she whispers, nodding to the clock behind you that now reads 11.31pm. “One private session lasts 30 minutes.”
This woman was going to be the death of you.
You turn back to The Black Widow with dilated pupils, slowly reaching into your pocket for that leather Saint Laurent wallet, and the ghost of a smirk on your lips.
In the wee hours of twilight the next day, you leave the strip club with your wallet emptied, a searing cramp in your hand, and the memory of an unforgettable woman whose real name you hadn’t even known.
Boy, you had one hell of a story to tell your friends. 
Tumblr media
i think i'm not gonna taglists anymore, sorry yall. there's just so many usernames and i have to constantly update it :(
main m.list | AO3
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
wandavisionedits · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Scarlet Witch x Loki | First ever scene together
1K notes · View notes
chadwickswidowspeak · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"In this great future, you can't forget your past."
BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER, 2022, dir. Ryan Coogler
7K notes · View notes
once-upon-a-thigh · 6 months
Text
HER
Summary: You’ve been at college for 3 years. Now it’s time to return home to old friends, and old(er) lovers. PERFECT LITTLE SECRET P3 18+
Pairings: Fem! Reader x Milf! Wanda Maximoff, Fem! Reader x Carol Danvers (brief), Reader x Yelena x Kate (platonic).
Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, clothed sex, masturbation, large age gap, swearing, lords name in vain?? Couldn’t find my laptop charger so shitty phone format.
Tumblr media
Lips crashed against each other as your bodies desperately ground against the other, aimlessly searching around for any bit of friction among the bedsheets in your dorm that will settle the pulsing of your core.
The hot frenzy was interrupted by the blaring of your ringtone. Ignoring it, you flipped the blonde over with all your strength, grinding down on the crotch of her jeans. The shrill ring didn’t seize however, so pushing yourself up and blowing the hair out of your face with an exasperated sigh, you picked up the device and put it to your ear, shushing the blonde that grabbed at your ass with a frustrated grunt.
“Bout time you picked up.” Drawled the Russian.
Your annoyance almost disappeared at the sound of Yelena’s voice, your friend from high school. You didn’t get to see her often, seeing as you had attended different universities for the last 3 years.
“Well I’m a little preoccupied.” You quirked, breathe still heavy.
“You better not be hooking up with Danvers again.”
You glanced down at the athlete you’re straddling, relieved that she can’t hear the disapproving voice down the line. “So what if I was?” You said through gritted teeth.
“Oh come on Y/N/N!” She exasperated, “she ruined your life!”
The guilt returns as it always did. Did she ruin your life? You still haven’t made up your mind. For a long time you thought so, but with every ignored text and voicemail message to Wanda, you started to convince yourself that maybe the older woman wasn’t the love of your life, that just maybe, Carol did the right thing by telling your parents that day. Still, you can’t help but hold some resentment towards her, hence why despite the fuck-buddy situation you have going on with her, you still refuse to have a full on relationship with the blonde no matter how much she asks.
Yelena took your silence as a sign to change the subject. “Anyway, I’ve called to invite you to a wedding.”
“It’s not yours and Kate’s is it?” You chuckled.
“Ew, as if.” She scoffed. “It’s Nat’s, she’s finally popped the question to Maria.”
“I don’t know Lena, I’m kinda disappointed that your sister’s off the market.” You teased, shuffling when you felt Carol tense under you.
“Fuck off.” You can practically hear her eyes rolling through the phone. “It’s this weekend.”
“This weekend? Christ, they hardly have given me any time to think about it.”
“What can I say? Lesbians.”
You shrugged at her short explanation. To be fair, it’s completely Natasha’s style to plan such an important event with such little time to prepare.
“Listen,” she continues, “I know you don’t like coming back home after everything that happened with your folks, but I miss you, or whatever.”
You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. “I’ll be there.”
If you knew that the invite Yelena presented you with would lead you to having a breakdown in your parents’ drive-way… well actually, you’re not all that surprised. Sure, the long drive to your home town had sent plenty of stressful thoughts and scenarios through your head, but the sight of the red Buick you knew all too well parked in the drive across the road confirmed them all. She was still here. She exists, she’s alive, and she still lives here.
You’re not sure how long you sat in your car just watching, waiting for any sign of movement behind the drawn curtains of the house. Her house.
You weren’t sure really how to feel. Wanda Maximoff dropped you the minute your parents threatened her that fateful night.
She didn’t answer the door no matter how much you knocked, and she didn’t answer the phone no matter how much you called. Still, she never blocked you, and your sent messages still remain on “read.” It sickens you how much hope that word fuelled you with, reminding you of the days you just sat there waiting for her to send a response, a response devoting herself to you and confessing her love all over again.
Stop it. You force your gaze to leave the car as you finally make the move to enter your childhood home. You’re over her.. Right?
The sound of silverware scraping dinner plates was the only sound breaking the thick tension of the dining room. Your parents are happy that you’re back, sure, and you were happy to see them. Still, your relationship with them hasn’t been the same since the exposure of your endeavours with Wanda. You fought hard with them for a while before you eventually up and moved for college, leaving a strained relationship with them behind.
Your time away from home (and a heck load of time in therapy) gave you enough time to process everything that happened, and even gave you the strength to forgive your parents. At the end of the day they were only doing what they believed was right in order to protect you, and you couldn’t help but love them for it now that you’ve matured.
Buzz, buzz
You glanced at your phone. Carol.
Buzz, buzz
“Those your college friends honey?” Your father spoke through a mouthful of potato.
“It’s just Carol” you muttered, turning it on do not disturb for an hour.
“Oh Carol!” Your mother tuned in. “I’m glad you’re still seeing her sweetheart, she’s a lovely girl.”
“Yeah.” You stated through gritted teeth.
“Why aren’t you bringing her to the wedding?”
You wiped your mouth with a napkin, stalling an answer to your mum’s nosiness. “I don’t have a plus one, I’m just going with Lena and Kate.”
“Oh,” you can see her cringe physically cringe, “those two.”
The doorbell rang. Speak of the devils.
“Gotta go!” The chair scraped as you got up from the table hastily, silverware clashing with plates as your knees bumped the table on your way up.
“Y/n!” You ignored the scolding as you sprinted to the door, flinging it open and throwing yourself at the two awaiting bodies.
The three of you clung on to each other, giggling when you caught your elbow on Kate’s chin. And just like that things felt normal, the three of you were just hanging out after school, and you hadn’t met Wanda yet.
“Dude! I just saw your ex milf peering through the window. She’s still hot.” Kate laughed, and silence followed.
“Kate, what the fuck?” Yelena looked at her dumbly, luckily not catching your eyes flickering to the quiet house across the street.
“Shit, sorry Y/n/n.” The tall girl pursed her lips.
“It’s alright.” You let out a half real/half fake chuckle, reaching up to throw an arm over her shoulder and steering her inside, the blonde closely following.
The girls ignored your parents, as they have been doing for the past three years, and followed you straight up to your room. For the next hour you laze around on your bed, gossiping, catching up and discussing Nat’s big day tomorrow.
“And she didn’t invite me to her hen night? Can you believe that?” Yelena is mid-rant about her sister (again) when your phone comes off do not disturb.
Buzz buzz
“I mean I’m so fun! Right? You agree with that right? I’m so fun?”
“You’re so fun!” Kate chimes in, sipping on the bottle of rum you had been passing around.
Buzz buzz
“Jesus, who the fuck is that y/n? I’m trying to be pathetic in peace here.” Yelena paused her rant, picking up your phone before you could grab it yourself.
“Oh, my, god.”
“Yelena-“ she pulls the phone away from you, standing up before you can grab it back and begins reading out the messages whilst pacing back and forth.
“I miss tasting you!” She reads, walking around the room as you follow her, making attempts at getting your phone back.
“Woah!” Kate exclaims, looking at you with a dropped jaw. Her mouth hangs open more little by little as Yelena continues to read the messages coming through.
“Why didn’t you invite me to the wedding, I mean I was right there”
“Y/n, pick up the phone.”
“I miss you.”
“You’re with her again aren’t you?”
“I love you, you know I do.”
“-For fucks sake Y/n, she’s mental!” Yelena is exclaims, concern painting her brow as she looks through the messages.
“Who’s this?” Kate leans over the bed, peering over Yelena’s shoulder to get a look at the phone. “Ugh, ‘Captain’? I thought you were done with her.”
“I’m trying to be!” You exasperate, star-fish collapsing on your bed. “It’s just hard, despite everything I know she’s at least going to be there when I need her, you know?”
“Yeah, cause she left you no other choice.” Yelena scoffed. “She’s getting weird babe, it’s time you drop her. For real.”
“Alright.” You roll your eyes. She was getting pretty needy to be fair.
Buzz
“Oh here we go- oh, fuck.” Sitting up, you see the pair looking at each other in shock.
“What is it?” You take your phone back, but not before Yelena gets a final swipe in. Looking at the screen, you see nothing but needy messages from Carol.
“Nothing,” Lena shrugs, shooting Kate a suspicious look. “Just Danvers being a freak.”
Soon the girls left, leaving you alone in your room. It had gone dark outside now, the moon illuminating the parts of your childhood bedroom that the dim bedside lamp could not reach. Your parents had long gone to bed, and there you stood, standing in front of the window and finally letting yourself take in reality. The curtains of her window were closed, but you could see a smidge of light seeping out of the slight gap in the curtain. It was too far away to see in the gap, but the light was enough. You knew she was there, and just the thought left you absolutely soaked.
It seemed like just yesterday your breath was fogging up that very window, chest pressed against the glass, heaving with every pump of her hips. Suddenly you were hot, so very hot. It had been a while since you thought of her like this- actually, that’s a lie. You thought of her like this a lot. What you hadn’t done in a while, is touched yourself whilst thinking of her like this. You usually had distractions, you had Carol. But this time you were alone, and so with the curtains wide open, you began to strip. You took your clothes off slow and sultry, like you used to knowing she was looking. You closed your eyes and pretended, you pretended it was three years ago and the woman you pine for is watching from the window across the street and you show her what’s hers.
Goosebumps followed every brush of your hands as you shred the clothes from your body, breath getting heavier, pussy getting wetter. Before you knew it you were throwing yourself on to your bed, reaching over for the vibrator that had been long forgotten in your bedside table. You let out a sigh of relief as it came to life with a click of the button, the batteries still work. You teased it over the hard peaks of your nipples as you lowered it to your aching core, gasping when it was finally pressed against your pulsing clit.
Fantasies and memories alike flood through your mind as you rubbed the vibrator against your aching bud with one hand, two fingers from the other entering your hole. There was always one common factor with these thoughts, Wanda. You fucked yourself vigorously as you thought of her, of what she might do to you if she was here. Fuck, you missed her. You came with her name slipping past your lips, and with that you knew you weren’t over her, you never could be.
Feeling relief, and some slight self-judgement over what you had just done, you switched the light off before turning over to sleep. Had you been facing the window, maybe you would have seen the slight twitch of her curtains, and her light switching off soon after yours.
Pulling your pencil knee length dress down as you stood, you clapped as the beautiful newlyweds began to make their way down the aisle “I can’t believe they pulled it off,” you muttered to the sobbing brunette beside you.
“T-that was so beautiful.” Kate managed to comment through sobs.
“Oh for god’s sake Bishop keep it together” Yelena elbowed her on her other side.
Nat and Maria’s ceremony was beautiful. Despite it being planned so last minute, it was well put together. They managed to host the wedding at their friend’s hotel. It was quiet and small, only close family and friends attended the ceremony. Now, more people were slowly migrating through the doors as the reception went full swing.
You were just getting in to the ABBA song playing over the speakers, politely sipping on your martini when you were aggressively turned around by your friends that had been acting weird all evening.
“Hey! Heyyy Y/n” Kate grinned weirdly at you.
“Uh, hi Kate?” You looked between the two of them, getting weirded out by how they were smiling awkwardly and constantly glancing over your shoulder. You turned to see what they were looking at, but was immediately pulled back by Yelena’s hand on your face.
“Y/n we have to tell you something!” Kate suddenly screeched.
“No we don’t!” Lena glared at her.
“Oh come on Yel! We can’t avoid her all night.” She groaned, loosening her purple tie.
The blonde ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Fine! Y/n, Kate has to tell you something.”
“Oh fuck off Yelena!” Rebutted the brunette.
“Fine! I have to tell you something..”
You began to get nervous. “Uh, okay?”
“Last night, when I was looking at Carol’s messages.. another one came through..”
“Okay? And?” You tried to catch her gaze, but her eyes kept darting between you and whatever it was that was happening behind you.
“It was Wanda.” She winced.
“What?”
“She wanted to let you know she was coming to the wedding..”
“What?”
“I had no idea she knew Nat or Maria I swear!”
“Why didn’t I see the message?” You questionably muttered, your brain feeling completely frazzled.
“I deleted it.” She physically winced.
“What? Why?” You yelled over the music.
“Because I knew you’d freak out!”
“And THIS is better? Oh my god! I’ve got to go! I’ve gotta get out, KATE HELP ME GET OUT!” You shook the brunette by her shoulders.
“It’s too late Y/n!” She pointed behind you.
Finally you turned around, and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met the green of hers.
Her name dusted your lips on instinct, a name you found yourself missing saying, missing moaning. She looked different, not bad different, just different. Her hair was longer and brighter, combating the dullness in her orbs. Her jaw and cheekbones are more strongly defined than the supple skin you used to kiss. She was slimmer, she almost looked taller. But she was still Wanda. Your Wanda.
Once you came to you finally realised the two of you had just been stood staring at each other from across the room, both taking the other in. You knew you looked different too, and you found yourself hoping she still saw the girl she once loved in you.
“I should, um..” You didn’t even finish whatever your excuse was going to be before your feet were carrying you towards her. She stayed rooted in place, but didn’t break her stare once.
The walk towards her felt like it was forever, though it was only maybe ten seconds. Ten seconds that you spend trying to come up with something to say. Though when you stop just a foot in front of her, you’ve got nothing.
You stood with your mouth open like a fish out of water before you managed to slip out a shy “Hi-”
“-You are so beautiful.” She said at the same time as your pathetic greeting with a sweet delicacy.
“Oh..” Was all you could get your stupid mouth to say.
She looked at you with the same gentleness she usually did, with soft eyes and a tender smile. “How is it possible for you to be even more beautiful than you were then?”
“Well I guess I grew up.” Finally your brain remembered to form sentences.
“I guess you did.” She glanced at the floor, breaking the stare off you didn’t even realise you were having. “Y/n,” your breath hitched hearing her say your name, “will you walk with me?”
You looked at the hand she was offering to you, unsure one what your next move should be.
“I completely understand if you want to go back to your friends and pretend I was never here,” she said strongly, “but I would really like the opportunity to explain myself to you.”
You’re not sure if this explanation was going to make or break you, but god you know you wanted to hear it. So for the first time in 3 years, you took her hand, and followed.
She led you out the doors and through the busy end of the garden until you came across a still, lonely pond. Forgetting about your nice dress that you did not intend to get dirty tonight, you plonked yourself onto the grass, freezing up when she sat next to you.
You broke the silence. “What are you even doing here?”
Wanda thought for a few seconds before she answered. “When what happened, happened.. I guess your friend told Natasha about everything. A week later Maria shows up at my door, and I’m thinking your parents have actually done it, you know? Told everyone? But she sat me down and she just.. let me talk about you, and she supported me. She helped me through everything and if it wasn’t for her I.. I don’t know. She became my friend when I really needed one. Anyway of course she invited me to her wedding and she was kind enough to warn me you were going to be here. I figured I should probably reach out..”
“Yeah I didn’t exactly get that message.” You laughed, “Yelena panicked and deleted it before I could see it.”
She chuckled, “those friends of yours, I always liked them.”
“I thought they annoyed you.” I teased.
“They were slightly annoying,” she laughed, nodding her head. “But they care for you, and they’ve been good friends to you.”
Bitterness swelled when you recalled one of the main reasons as to why you needed their care in the first place. “Yeah well, god knows I needed it.”
She swallowed, slowly nodding. “I’m sorry.”
You scoffed.
“I am Y/n, you have no idea how much.” She faced you, grabbing your hands in hers. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Any measly contact from her sends you in to a secret euphoria. “I swear you have no idea how much I wanted to reach out to you, how many times I picked up the phone without pressing accept, how many times I stood on the other side of the door without opening it-“
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You ripped your hands away from here, but she immediately grabbed them back.
“No! I’m just-“ her lip quivered, you could see her eyes getting watery just as yours were. “I’m just trying to tell you that what I said that day, after your parents caught us, I meant it. I have never wanted anyone like I have wanted you, which is why it was so hard to let you go.”
“So why did you?” You asked calmly.
“Because as real as we were your parents were kind of right too. I’m old, Y/n, and you were, are, so young. I have two kids, an ex-husband, I spend my Friday nights baking and my Saturdays at book club! What business did someone like me have being with someone like you?” She cried.
“Because you loved me! You love me.” Salty tears rolled over the corners of your lips, swollen from how much you had been biting them without even realising.
“I did,” she nodded “I do.”
Your wet doe eyes dropped to her red lips as she drew nearer, tilting back at her eyes again which had gone darker in just a second. They were harrowing and loving, as she wondered what the hell she had been doing those years without you.
“Three years without you was everything and nothing all at once.” She spat out passionately before quickly pressing her lips against yours. You immediately kissed back, the thought of pushing her way not even gracing your mind for a millisecond. Subconsciously, you had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
“I never stopped thinking about you.” She whispered between desperate kisses. Oh, how you missed this.
“Me neither.” You replied, grasping at her suit jacket with selfish hands, falling back on to the grass and pulling her half on top of you. You quivered as her ringed fingers explored your matured curves, slowly moving on from soft grazes to rough grips of the flesh of your thighs and ass.
“I fucking love you detka, you’re never leaving me again. You belong with me, understand?” She spoke in to your neck after she kissed her way down your jaw. You whimpered at the pet name, this being the first time you’ve heard it in so long. You could feel your lace getting uncomfortably wet as you soaked in her possessive talk.
She pinched your thigh when you didn’t respond. “Understand?”
“Yes mommy I understand!” You squealed.
She moaned against your mouth at the term, she missed hearing you whimper it, moan it, scream it.
It has been quite some time since you said it too, and just like that you were snapped back in to the space you once were, forever and always hers.
“Touch me, please mommy, touch my pussy.” You begged through a whisper, looping your fingers in the belt loops by her hips, pulling her in to you until you could feel the gyrating of her hips against your thigh.
She groaned, dropping her head to leave open, wet kisses on your exposed cleavage as she got lost in the feeling of her heat grinding against the muscle of your thigh. She slipped a warm hand up the skirt of your dress, not wasting a second before she was pushing your panties aside and gathering your wetness among her fingers.
She withdrew her hand and traced her slick fingers over your bottom lip. “Can anyone other than mommy make you this wet?”
You shook your head rigorously, tongue reaching out to taste yourself. You didn’t get the chance as she was already sticking them in her own mouth, moaning at the taste. “Mm I’ve missed your taste baby, but I can take my time with that later. For now, you need your cute little cunt fucked don’t you?”
You barely had time to respond before you were throwing your head back, moaning out her name as she plunged two long fingers in to you, curling them in a come hither motion with every thrust. You could only imagine the grass stains your dress would be covered in after this, your back rubbed and wriggled against the green blades with every thrust of her wrist. She put all her body in to fucking you, getting herself off on your thigh at the same time.
You grabbed and scratched at every part of the older woman that you could reach as your body grew rigid as it reached its release.
Wanda chuckled darkly against your sweat-shined skin. “Already detka? It’s a good thing we’ve got all night.”
You came hard on her fingers, harder than you have in the last three years. She was right, no one else could possibly make you feel like this. She ground her hips in to you harder, moaning lowly as the friction against her clit brought her to her climax not long after your own. She collapsed on your still body, breathing heavily as she rolled on to her back, pulling you in to her side.
You still couldn’t believe this was real, who knew this is where you’d end up upon returning home. Part of you wished you had come back sooner. A quiet whisper slipped past your lips, but she heard it. “I missed you.”
Pulling you closer, she pressed her puffy lips to your forehead in a firm kiss. “I missed you too darling.” She brushed her nose against yours, gazing in to your eyes. “I was serious you know, I’m not letting you go.”
“I know,” you smiled, “I’m not going anywhere.”
—————————————————
I finally did it! Aaaah! Thank you to whoever stuck around long enough to read the third instalment of Perfect Little Secret, I hope you liked it.
I proof read this in between reps at the gym so you can only imagine how that was, sorry if there’s any mistakes.
Meg 😘
690 notes · View notes
lovsalvatore · 1 year
Text
Anything?
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader
Summary: You tell your Maestro that you would do anything to play at her orchestra world tour, you just didn't know about her ulterior motives with you.
Warnings: +18, Minors DNI! smut, nat has a penis, inexperienced reader, blowjob, gagging, cum swallowing, pet names, abuse of authority ig, hair pulling, brief mention of infidelity.
Word count: 4.9k
a/n: thinking of turning this into a series idk ✰ series masterlist, main masterlist
Tumblr media
It's the first time in eight months that Natasha has asked you to stay after rehearsals. And deep down you want to believe it's just so you had more time to practice the piano solo you're going to play in a few weeks, but the way she looks at you makes you have other kinds of thoughts.
You have your hands just resting on the piano keys while you wait for her to say something. You played the song she composed over and over again without missing a single note, and yet you believe that something is still bothering her. "Again." she says, looking at the pieces of sheet music in her hands.
"Natasha..." you say in a shy tone, and her gaze turns to your eyes.
"Maestro." she corrects you.
"Yeah, sorry, Maestro." you curse yourself internally for having called her by her first name, knowing that within this auditorium she does not tolerate informalities. But you're so tired, your fingers feel like they're going to fall out of your hands from so many hours playing the instrument, that all you want is to go home, your brain just isn't working properly. "Are you sure you want me to play again? I mean, I think it's already clear that I know this song by heart, I didn't even need the sheets to play it..."
"I know, but I still want you to play one more time." you don't even think about contradict her, even though your fingers are practically numb you're not crazy not to do what she asks. You feel intimidated by her presence, and you know you're not the only one to feel this way around her. Natasha is one of the best known names in the music business for being an amazing composer and conductor, and also for her reputation as a serious, busy, arrogant, and even rude person. But you don't care. Just the fact that you have the opportunity to be part of her orchestra makes all her harsh comments worthwhile. You just want to be like her, a virtuoso pianist. "Am I gonna have to repeat myself?"
You're snapped out of your thoughts and back to reality, realizing that your Maestro is staring at you seriously, just waiting for you to keep playing the piano. And you do. You play the song she composed, already imagining the tears of emotion that will fall down the audience's cheeks a few weeks from now. Your fingers — even weak — wander over the instrument's keys almost as if on automatic, again, you have played this song so many times that you can play it with your eyes closed. And you know she wants perfection, you know she wants to push you off to the extreme just to make sure you're not gonna make any mistake. And you smile internally knowing that you're successfully proving to her that you were the right choice. Any other pianist couldn't be as good as you, humbly speaking of course.
You play and play, the auditorium filled with nothing but the beautiful sounds of the notes being combined. For a moment you think how she manages to create such incredible pieces, you try to imagine how difficult it must be to compose a song. You'd give anything to have that talent, you'd do anything for people to start recognizing you as a famous pianist too. Your dream is to work in this field, even if your parents say that being a musician will only make you poor, you try to ignore them.
"Okay, that's enough." she says, after you've finally finished the piece again. She takes off her glasses, hanging them on the collar of her shirt before starting to walk towards you. You don't know exactly what time it is, but you know it's late enough that your parents must be already wondering why you're taking so long. Yes, you still live with them. "You're really talented, if you keep it up I might even consider taking you on the world tour."
You cannot process everything at once. First, she called you talented, she never, ever spoke any praise towards any of the musicians who play for her before. And second, world tour? Is this really happening? This might be the dream of any musician, to go around the world playing the instrument they love, especially if they're playing that instrument in the orchestra of one of the most famous composers of recent years. "Wait, really?" you try not to sound too excited, but it's evident in your voice how much this news has positively affected you. "Natas- Maestro this is... my god this is like a dream for me."
You see a smile forming at the corner of her lips, but it disappears just as quickly as it comes.
"It's a dream for everyone." she leans on the piano, causing some keys to emit random sounds. She's wearing a dark blue suit today, she always wears suits, yesterday you remember she was wearing a red one. Her fiery hair is normally always tied back in a bun, but this time it's loose, complementing her beauty.Her hand almost touches yours, but then you pull both of your hands into your lap, playing with your fingers. "How old are you again?"
"I-I'm nineteen."
"Nineteen." she repeats, looking you up and down. You try not to feel the tension that builds between you as silence settles in the auditorium, but you also think that this could just be you making things up in your head. Well, she is in fact a really beautiful woman. But you know that being attracted to her would be very inappropriate, so whenever you start thinking about her that way, you end up committing yourself to something else so as not to delve further into that feeling. But sometimes it's not such a bad feeling. Not that you understand much about the whole attraction thing either, you've kissed only one girl in your entire life, never been touched, so this must all be just admiration towards your Maestro. "You must be busy with college then."
"I mean, yes, but I wouldn't miss this opportunity for anything." you say without thinking straight. All you want is to get your degree in music. But the idea of ​​traveling the world doing what you love is just too exciting. You couldn't believe it when she chose you to play the most important part of her symphony this time, during the months you played for her you only played the less important parts. Maybe this is your lucky year, finally your talent can be recognized by other people. "I might just take some time off, get back to my classes after the tour."
"Oh, you're already thinking of alternatives huh?" she says with a chuckle, and you feel your cheeks flush. "I just suggested it, after all you're not the only talented pianist I know."
And all your hopes have just gone down the drain.
"But who knows, it's not something I'm going to discount either. If you play as well as you're playing at the big presentation in a few weeks, you really could be my first choice." you don't quite know what to say, but all you want is not to disappoint her.
You look down at your hands in your lap as silence returns. You wonder how amazing this opportunity would be, how it would make you finally start growing in a career that doesn't even exist yet. At the same time you want to get up and leave, because this annoyance inside you just grows, you don't know what's going on, being alone with her is messing with you and you don't even know why, but you also don't know if she wants you to play one more time or not, so you just sit there in silence.
Natasha on the other hand can't take her eyes off you. From the first time you walked through that auditorium door you caught her eyes, and since then she always managed not to stare at you for too long so as not to make her attraction to you so obvious.
But when she realized that in addition to being beautiful you were also talented, this obsession she had for you only grew, and it became harder and harder for her not to want to have you completely. So in asking you to play the piano solo, she also saw an opportunity to spend more time with her favorite student. She wanted to ask you to stay after rehearsals for weeks now, but you played the song so perfectly that there was no reason to make you stay and practice more. But today, even though you didn't miss any notes, she asked you to stay anyway. And now she won't let you go until she gets what she really wants from you.
You've never looked at her differently, so she knows you don't feel the same way about her. But she doesn't really care either. "You know." she says in her husky, deep voice, making you look up into her green eyes. "There're also other things you can do to get the spot on the world tour."
Your eyes shine when you see your hopes return, and you open a sincere smile. "I would do anything, seriously." you admit without knowing her intentions.
"Anything?" there's a malice in her tone, but you're too naive to notice. She sees a little bit of herself in you — when she was just a teenager who was discovering her passion for music — and that made her feel a connection to you. But you don't know anything about it, you don't know the way she feels about you. For you, it wouldn't make sense for a woman like her to feel the slightest bit of attraction to you.
You stare at her waiting for her to say something, one of her hands starts tapping some random keys on the piano. When her eyes are focused on her act you end up roaming yours quickly over the features of her face, how her red lips call you so much attention. You had thought about kissing her, yes, you thought of her in those ways, but then again, you always threw those thoughts away. You stare at her for so long you think she's noticed, because she looks back at you with arched eyebrows. "There is this thing, that you can do."
"Well... like I said, I'd do anything to get the spot."
She doesn't try to hide her smile this time, and you can't hide your confused expression as she pushes one of your legs to position herself directly in front of you, her body still leaning against the piano. You look up at her, and Natasha bites her bottom lip when she sees your lost puppy eyes. "I think you're really pretty, did you know that?" she brings one hand to your cheek, and you freeze as she starts to caress it. "Bet you have other kinds of talent, don't you?"
"I..." you try so hard to understand what's going on, you don't really know what she wants from you. And noticing all of your confusion only makes Natasha even more euphoric. Her thumb trails across your bottom lip, before slowly sliding inside your mouth. You don't have time to do anything when her finger presses down against your tongue, and you want to not like it all, you really do. This is wrong, but at the same time it feels so right. It is not possible that those doubts you had could be true after all, that in fact she could be attracted to you. It wouldn't make sense, right? It takes you a few seconds to turn your face away from her touch, feeling your cheek slightly wet when her thumb briefly brushes over it. "Maestro... this is... this is inappropriate."
"What?" she asks innocently. "I did nothing."
"You just..." you stare at her in disbelief, and you just don't know what to say to her. You want to get up, walk away and try to ignore this interaction you just had. But something inside you just makes you not move, it really feels like your body is glued to the seat. "I... I must go... it's late."
"It is not." she says, you know she's lying. It must be past ten o'clock, and you still have to take the subway home. But it seems like she doesn't care, and neither do you. "Come on... are you gonna tell me you don't want this?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." you play dumb, even now you already have some ideas of what her second intentions might be about. And you're enjoying it, fuck, you really are. You shouldn't, you want to not think of her having you the way she wants to, but the thought of that being wrong seems even more exciting. If you had known that she was also attracted to you, you would probably work up the courage to have done something during all these months that you've been her learner.
"That you don't want me." she slightly tilts her body, making your faces very close to each other. You don't take your eyes off hers, you can see her dilated pupils. "I thought you would do anything to get what you wanted."
"That's not what I meant."
"And what would that be exactly?" her eyes go to your lips, and you end up imitating her act. Her lips so close to yours seem even more kissable. If you just tilt her face forward a little -.
"I know what you want from me... and this... this is wrong, I would do anything but not that kind of thing."
You don't even know if you're really telling the truth right now. You know you want her the same way she wants you, not minding giving up your body in exchange for a favor.
"But I didn't even say anything, you're the one jumping to conclusions here detka." you close your eyes as she starts kissing the pulse point on your neck, lightly sucking your skin, but not enough to leave marks. You despise the fact that this is turning you on, you know she's just taking advantage of you, and you're letting her. "Let's just say this is the easiest way to get you on the world tour." she whispers. "Don't you want this? Don't you want the easy way?"
"I don't know." you say sincerely, whimpering as she turns her attention to the other side of your neck. "This is wrong, we shouldn't, we... Natasha... please..."
You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as she lightly bites your neck. You feel the heat between your legs, and you think how deplorable your situation is right now. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, tucking one of your locks behind your ear. "I can stop, but I don't think that's what you want, right?"
When you shake your head from side to side something inside Natasha changes completely. The thought of you not feeling attracted to her completely evaporates, and knowing that you want her the same way she wants you makes pure ecstasy control her senses. "Fuck..."she lowers her face to your neck again, this time sucking hard. Her tongue roams up your neck, making a tortuous trail to your earlobe. Her breathing is labored, and you get goosebumps as you realize what's about to happen.
She takes one of your hands, leading it to where she'd been wanting this whole time. You can't hide a gasp when she presses your palm against the hard bulge in her pants, and you can certainly feel how big it is. "See what you do to me? Gosh... I have to control myself so much not to be like that in front of your colleagues."
You feel ashamed for doing this, but now there's no turning back. Even if you don't have any experience you want to continue. You want to show her how good you can be at other things, you have so much admiration for her that you would let her do anything to you. Your eyes are closed as she kisses your jaw, and you wonder if she'll kiss your lips but she just pulls back slightly to unzip her pants. "Can you show me how talented you can be at other things, hm?" she asks in a gentle tone, it's like she took the words out of your thoughts. One of her hands on the back of your neck, pulling some of your baby hairs.
"I uhm..." you clear your throat, and nearly choke when she pulls her hard cock out of her boxers. She strokes it slowly in front of you, and you wonder if you'll even be able to take it. It's thick, and if you pay close attention you can even see the visible veins running through it. "I-I've never done anything... I... I'm inexperienced."
You don't know it, but by saying that you made a big mistake. Natasha knowing she's going to be your first just makes it easy for her to do whatever she wants, and she knows you won't have the courage to say no.
"It's okay, I know you're a quick learner." she guides your hand to stroke her, and reluctantly you do. You see some of her pre-cum in her tip, and feel how she gets harder with every move of yours. You have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the sensation in your sex, while your hand goes up and down her shaft. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, really... you don't know how many times I touched myself thinking about you."
You don't pay much attention to her revelation, all you can do is focus on your hand movements, which gets faster with each stroke. You don't even know if you're doing it right, but listening to Natasha groan makes you think that in fact you are. You never imagined that you would want to have a cock inside you, but at this very moment all you wanted was this. "Hm, just like that." she murmurs, throwing her head back as you press your thumb over her head, trying to spread some of her juices over the thick length of her cock. Your heart races when you remember that someone could walk into the auditorium at any moment and see this scene of you and your Maestro, and that makes you want to go on even more. "Oh baby... I need more of you."
You look up, feeling her grip the back of your neck, propelling your face forward. "Take it slow hm?" when your mouth touch her tip Natasha gasps in anticipation, and not wanting to take too long to make her feel good you part your lips. You start by placing a kiss on the tip of her cock, before slowly circling the end of it with your tongue. Because it's your first time giving someone a blowjob, you try to imagine it's a lollipop, it shouldn't be that hard. You gently suck on her head, closing your eyes when you can taste her on your tongue. "Looks like someone has no time to waste." Natasha smiles, both of her hands holding the hair on top of your head so it doesn't get in the way.
You just keep working your mouth around the tip of it, it's thick and long, you don't know if you can take any more than that. But for Natasha it's not enough. She wants more, she wants all of it. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take all of her at once, without any warning. You immediately feel the pain in the back of your throat as she pulls the cock out of your mouth just as quickly as she thrusts it in. The sudden invasion makes your body freeze for a second, realizing that she's just here to use you however she wants. And you actually look forward to it.
"Aww sorry, I couldn't help myself kitty. I just want to fuck your mouth until you beg me to stop." tears form in the corner of your eyes as you get used to your now empty mouth, your hand that was previously on her length now massaging your throat in search of relief. "It's alright, I'll be gentle this time okay?"
Even though you don't believe her words, you just nod, watching her guide you back to her cock. When she enters your mouth again you expect her to start thrusting hard, but she slowly moves her hips forward so that only half of her fills your mouth. "Oh fuck, you feel so warm. Go ahead, help me out a bit with this detka, I know you can do it." you rest both your hands on her thighs for balance as your head begins to move back and forth, going as far as you can, which you now learn is not just the tip. The heat inside you only grows, as do the obscene noises of your mouth around her cock. "See? I knew you were a quick learner. I bet it won't take long for you to take all my cock in that little mouth of yours."
Your Maestro's dirty words make you feel your wetness grow, and it won't be long before you start making a mess in your own underwear. You look up seductively as you take half of her inside your mouth, even with a little labored breathing you still manage to hold on, and actually wait for her to start going deeper. "Who knew you could be such a talented little slut huh?" she pulls your hair hard, causing a pleasurable pain in your scalp that just doesn't help you think straight. "Want me to fuck your mouth? Want me to treat you like the good and talented slut you are?"
You pull your head back, letting go of her cock with one last suck on the head before saying. "Yes please." Natasha wants to laugh when she realizes how easy it was to make you totally surrendered to her.
"Oh yeah?" you nod frantically, just wanting to give her what she wants right away knowing that in the end you will be reworded. "Fuck... I'm gonna come so hard down your throat and you're gonna swallow all of it, I don't want a drop spilling out, understand?"
"Y-yes."
"Tongue out baby." you do what she asks right away. Natasha grabs her cock, bringing it to your tongue, which she grinds a few times before starting to slide all of it inside you. She holds your head still as her hips move all the way forward, and you gag when you feel the tip of it in the deepest part of your throat. She stays still for a few seconds, as if she's letting you get used to the size before she starts moving, and unlike before she doesn't wait to start fucking your mouth hard.
You try to push her away in an automatic act realizing that this was much harder than you imagined, but Natasha just ignores it and keeps pushing her cock deeper and deeper into your throat. "Oh your mouth feels so good around my cock, I bet you're soaking wet for me aren't you?." you feel like you're on cloud nine, trying to catch your breath with every thrust. Her cock is so thick that you can even feel it sliding around the corners of your lips, slightly widening them as you try to take it all in. "Can't wait to stretch out that tight pussy of yours, fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."
She doesn't even have to do what she just said to make you forget your own name. Just the thought of having her inside you makes you forget how your brain even works. The place that was previously being filled by the sound of the piano is now flooded by the noises of your gags, tears running down your cheeks wetting your entire face along with your drool that runs down your chin. "I'm so close... keep taking it... just like the good learner you are." you don't even try to escape her merciless thrusts anymore, you just let her fuck your mouth.
She’s not gentle, not caring at all. She just wants to fuck your mouth mercilessly, see you cry and choke yourself around her dick. “You’re taking so well, are you sure this is your first time?” she asks a little surprised that you aren't complaining so much, even the tears on your cheeks proving the opposite, even the noise of your gags making it clear that it's not being easy for you. “Enjoying this aren't you little slut? Fucking your way up to the top.”
When you listen to her remind you why you are doing this, a little guilt takes over your body, not because it’s an unethical act, but because you don’t regret it.
Even though it's one of the most uncomfortable sensations you've ever felt, you still feel turned on by it. The way she uses your mouth as if you were just a doll to her. How you proved that even though it was your first time doing something like this you still managed to make her feel good. This shit really makes you soak, making you want more.
Your eyes squeeze shut as you start to feel a few drops of her cum land on your tongue, and for a moment you're relieved that it's almost over, because even though you're loving the feeling, it's also too big for you to hold on for too long. "Yeah... fuck that's it... down to the last drop don't forget." Natasha continues to fuck your mouth for some time, and you manage not to focus on the pain she causes you by pulling your hair hard as her warm loads spurt into your mouth. You choke when she comes in the back of your throat, but even though you have a hard time, she stays inside you, forcing you to do nothing but swallow every last drop. The taste of her burns down your throat, which is so sensitive it looks like she fucked it for hours "Uhum... that's it...fuck you did so well."
When she doesn't get her cock outside your mouth you start pushing her by her thighs, but she just presses your head against her even more. Your nose touches her lower stomach as you feel her cock pulsing inside your mouth, the tip of it making it hard for you to breathe. "It feels so good inside your mouth detka, it makes me want to start fucking you again." she says, and you fall into despair, knowing you won't make it one more time. Natasha lets out a dry laugh as she sees in your eyes the fear of her actually putting you through that again, and then in one swift act she finally pulls her hips back, taking out her entire length out of you. You automatically choke in your own saliva, coughing a few times to get used to the feeling of finally having your mouth empty. Your jaw hurt from keeping your mouth open so long while she fucked you, and your eyes are blurred with tears.
The Maestro just stares at you with her still hungry eyes, not believing that she really got what she wanted without having any difficulty. She didn't know you would give in so easily, she thought it would take you a while to accept it, but apparently she was very wrong. And she'll definitely use that to her advantage, knowing you're so easy to have, she won’t leave it to just one time thing, she wants more.
You watch as Natasha tucks her dick back inside her boxers before zipping up her pants, at the same time you run your hand over your face to wipe away some of the drool. You made such a mess, you can even feel some of your spit trickling down between your breasts. You want to ask her if she's really gonna give you the spot on the world tour, but you're completely oblivious — still trying to process the fact that you've just given your Maestro a blowjob — which makes it too hard for you to formulate a complete sentence. "Don't think I won't do what I said." she says, again sounding like she reads your thoughts. "I said this was the easiest way, I wasn't lying."
You want to scream, from happiness of course. You smile at her, licking your lips and getting a little taste of her that's still fixated on you. Natasha puts her glasses back on her face, pulling away from the piano and closing the fallboard to protect the keys.
"But I didn't say how many times you would have to do it to actually get the spot." she brings one hand up to your cheek, stroking your skin so gently it doesn't even feel like she was shoving her cock so hard down your throat. "I've wanted you for so long, once is not enough for me. You're gonna have to prove that you really deserve this spot... with this... I want you to stay after rehearsal tomorrow again."
With that said, she simply turns and walks away. Completely fulfilled knowing that you're going to come back here tomorrow, and give it to her again for as long as she wants it. You sit immobile on the piano bench, wondering if this was all a good idea. You thought it would only be one time, you didn't know anything about your Maestro's secret obsession with you. And as much as you liked it, you're starting to think that even though this was the easy way, maybe this wasn't the choice you should have made. God. She's old enough to be your mother, and for as long as you know, she's married. My God. What did you do.
She's using you, you know that. You know it's easy for her to have you because you're young and naive. And yet you let her take advantage of you. And you hate the fact that you deep down want that to happen again. Because you loved the attention she gave just to you, you loved realizing that you can make her feel that good. But you hated it, you really hated it because you can't wait for her to ruin you again.
1K notes · View notes
that-one-sapphic · 8 months
Text
Friends Again - Natasha Romanoff
Trying Again: Part 1
Warnings: Little angst but has a happy ending, a few swear words, blood, injury, Natasha’s trust issues
Word Count: 4,143
When Natasha unexpectedly shows up at your house injured, you have to navigate the unfamiliar feeling of suddenly living with your ex girlfriend.
Hi all, so sorry I haven’t posted a new fic in a while. Work has been a mess and I’ve been busy with summer school. But, I was able to put this together slowly in my free time. 
Tho, I kinda hate it. ANYWAYS, enjoy
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
Series Masterlist
General Masterlist
_______
You blew gentle puffs of air, watching the steam fly away from your hot cup of tea. Taking a careful sip, you checked your phone, hoping there weren’t any new notifications from your boss. It had been a long day and the last thing you wanted was for your boss to dump some last minute work on you. 
Thankfully, there was nothing.
Sighing to yourself, you made your way to the living room, plopping down on the couch. You grabbed the remote, planning on switch on the TV. Though, a sudden knock on your front door made you jump, almost spilling your tea in your lap. 
Whoever was knocking on your door at this time of night was beyond you. You barely ever had people over as it was. Almost nobody knew your address. 
The knock sounded again, this time a bit weaker. 
Moving as quickly and quietly as possible, you set your cup of tea down on the coffee table before reaching underneath it. Pulling out a handgun, you kept it behind your back as you stalked to the front door. Though, you weren’t expecting to see a certain someone when you glanced through the door’s peephole. 
It was Natasha, hunched over and clutching her side, looking around nervously. 
As fast as you could, you unlocked the door and swung it open. 
“Nat?! What the hell are you doing here?” you gasped, noticing the blood stain growing on the side she was clutching. “What happened?” 
“Not now.” she grunted, reaching out for you. 
You grabbed onto her, putting pressure on her wound as you helped her hobble into the house. 
It was obvious that this whole ordeal was from a mission gone wrong, but what the details were, you had no idea.
“Were you followed?” you asked, kicking the door shut and locking it. 
“No, I-I don’t think so.” Natasha replied in a whisper.
Awkwardly, the two of you shuffled over to the couch, giving you a spot to set her down on. Tossing your handgun onto the coffee table, you went to go find your first aid kit and a towel. 
“Besides your side, are you injured anywhere else?” you asked, kneeling down while unzipping the kit.
“I was shot in the shoulder. Other’s minor scrapes and bruises.” she answers, watching you take out the supplies you’d need. 
“I’ll need to take your shirt off.” you huffed, feeling the awkwardness of the phrase.
“Cut it off. I can’t lift my arm.” 
Pulling out the pair of scissors that the kit came with, you cut off her shirt, leaving her in just her pants and sports bra. 
Getting to work, you pressed the towel you had grabbed onto her side, trying to staunch the bleeding.
“I need you to hold this here while I work on your shoulder.” you grabbed Nat’s good arm and placed her hand where it needed to rest before turning your attention to her bullet wound. 
You worked silently, trying to not focus tension that was obvious between the two of you. To put it simply, both you and Nat had a history. You both had been a part of Shield before it had all gone to shit, and you both had joined Avengers. After the Battle of New York, it didn’t take long for the both of you to start dating. Natasha was captivating, and you often said that she was the best thing to have ever happened to you. You still thought that way. 
But after Shield fell and Hydra became a very sudden threat, everything became strained. Discovering that Hydra had been a part of Shield for the last 70 years, Nat’s trust issues intensified. To put it simply, it was hard for her to believe that you weren’t a part of Hydra during your time as a Shield agent. 
It hurt you to think she didn’t believe you. In the end, you both split up and went your separate ways. Natasha went back to Avenging, while you retired and went to try and live a normal life. That was several years ago at this point, and it was the last time either of you had seen each other. Though, apparently Nat had kept tabs on you regardless since she knew where you lived. 
After finishing off the stitches on her shoulder and wrapping it, you moved to the injury on her side.
You replaced her hand that had settled on the towel. Peeling it back, it looked like the bleeding had stopped. Quietly, you began repeating the process, stitching up what looked like a stab wound. 
“Stay put. I’m going to get you a change of clothes and some pain meds.” you ordered bluntly, gathering up all the trash and Nat’s bloodied shirt to be thrown away. 
Nat only gave a grunt in response, either in too much pain or too tired to verbally reply.
After tossing everything in the bin, you dug around in your closet and found a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. 
Placing them in your guest room, along with a bottle of water and Advil, you made your way back to Natasha. 
For the first time in a long while, you got a good look at her. She looked just like how you remembered her from all your time together. The only difference being that she’d grown her hair out so much since the last time you saw her. It was now long enough to go past her shoulders, even when braided back like it was now. 
Snapping back into reality, you noticed how tired she looked. She was practically half asleep, and would probably fall asleep if you left her there.  
“Come on Nat. Let’s get some medicine in you and into bed before you fall asleep on the couch.” you whispered, grabbing her under her armpits and helping to hoist her up. 
Nat let out a protest of groans, either out of pain or grumpiness, but she let you help her walk her to bed. 
“I…I need to let the team know I’m okay.” she mumbled, slowly sitting down on the side of the bed. 
“Let’s get you changed and then I’ll call them. They can pick you up tomorrow and get you some proper medical help.” You sighed, grabbing the fresh shirt. 
After shimmying the t-shirt over her head and replacing her old pants with the fresh sweatpants, you handed her two Advil and watched as she downed them in a second while chugging practically the whole water bottle. She gave a satisfied sigh before replacing the cap and placing it back on the nightstand.
You helped her slowly lay down on the bed, nervous about her popping her stitches. 
“I’m sorry.” she whispered suddenly, watching you with tired eyes as you fussed with blankets.
You hushed her, draping the covers over her. 
“You don’t have to apologize.” you smiled, softly kissing the crown of her head. “We’ll talk in the morning. I’m in the room right next door. Yell if you need anything.” 
With that you switched off the light, and left the bedroom, keeping the door ajar just in case.
Sighing deeply, you sank into your couch, trying to process what the hell had just happened in the last hour. 
Your ex-girlfriend appeared at your front door, bleeding from being shot and stabbed. Your ex…who you hadn’t talked to in several years since your messy breakup, was spending the night in your guest bedroom. 
Even if the break up was a “mutual agreement,” that doesn’t mean it wasn’t painful for you. You both had your issues. Natasha had extreme issues with trust, and even if she said that she trusted you, she never really acted like it. Eventually every conversation felt like an interrogation, and usually had an explosive ending.
“Hydra’s been inside of Shield for the last 70 years.”
“Then we better make sure this mission goes right.”
Nat just glared at the table, readjusting the bandages sitting on her shoulder. You could see the gears turning in her head, the turmoil of emotions that she was trying so hard to bottle up.
“Are you Hydra?”
“Nat, come on-”
“No, just…answer the question, please.”
“I am not Hydra. I’m a part of Shield, just like you.”
You could tell from her eyes that she didn’t believe you.
But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. In the end, you knew Natasha loved you, and you loved her. Even if Natasha had a hard time showing how much she loved and cared about you, you still knew she did. It just hurt that she couldn’t trust you. 
You glanced around the room, picking out the little things that you had saved from your relationship with Natasha. There were a few photos of you both and some old presents that she had given you during your time together, and honestly, you had missed her. She had made you happy. 
Picking up your now cold cup of tea from earlier, you took it into the kitchen and dumped out the contents. 
You knew you needed to call someone, either Tony or Steve, and tell them about Natasha being safe at your apartment, but there was a certain anxiety that surrounded the task. Your communication with the other Avengers had been sparse. It was usually just Clint sending you updates on his kids and Wanda checking up on you. You weren’t even sure if the contacts you had saved in your phone for people like Bruce or Steve or Tony were correct anymore. But right now was an emergency, and if worse came to worse, you could at least call Wanda or Clint.
Pulling up Tony’s contact, you pressed call, and listened to it ring. 
“Y/n?” Tony’s voice suddenly crackled in your ear. It was obvious he was surprised to be receiving a phone call from you. 
“Hey-” you started, not exactly sure how to begin the conversation.
“While it’s great to hear from you, we’re in the middle of an emergency right now.” he interrupted, sounding impatient.
“Is that emergency about Natasha?” you asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Well…yeah, actually it is. How did you know?”
“Natasha is here with me. She’s injured, but she’s safe. It would be good if she got back to the compound as soon as possible so Bruce can take a look at her. There was only so much that I could do.”
There was a beat of silence, before Tony spoke again. 
“Y/n, I know this is going to be asking a lot of you so suddenly, but she’ll need to stay there with you.”
“What?” you deadpanned. 
“There were complications with the target. It’s a long story but let’s just say there’s a legal team here wanting to get their hands on her.”
“Who was the target?” 
“An old friend of mine. It was suspected that he was laundering money to Hydra. Nat was sent in to try and find evidence. It uh…it went to shit.” Tony sighed, and you could tell just from his voice that it had been a long day for him. “He sent a legal team over to try and find her. It’s actually good that she went to you instead of making her way back here.”
‘An old friend’ meant it was someone from Tony’s rich crowd, or maybe even someone from when Stark Industries manufactured and sold weapons. There was no surprise there.
“How long do you think it will take for all of it to blow over?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose. This was not how you wanted this conversation to go. 
While it was nice to see Natasha after all this time, you couldn’t ignore the inevitable awkwardness that would appear between you both. 
“Maybe a few days. Two weeks at the most.”
Two weeks with your ex. 
Oh boy.
“I’ll send you some money to cover any expenses.”
“Okay…I guess just keep me updated on everything.” you huffed, not happy with the situation, but there wasn’t much you could do about it now. 
Natasha was here. It wasn’t safe for her to go home. Her staying with you would be the best thing for her. 
Who knows? Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. 
After saying your goodbyes to Tony, you went to go check on Natasha. She was peacefully asleep, surprisingly. 
It was then that you realized it was getting later in the night. A part of you wanted to go to sleep and just worry about breaking the news to Natasha in the morning, but your underlying anxiety decided to be a troublemaker. 
If Natasha’s target was actually a part of Hydra, then what was stopping him from tracking her here? Nat might be a Black Widow assassin, but she was injured and could have not been paying as close enough attention to her surroundings than she normally would. 
With the what if’s swimming through your mind, you perched yourself in the living room. You sat with a tight grip on a handgun and the TV on a low volume, keeping yourself awake and alert. 
You felt ridiculous keeping watch in your own home, but you wouldn’t forgive yourself if Hydra got their hands on Natasha.
Though, you did catch yourself nodding off a few times throughout the night.
Relying on caffeine and anxiety to keep you up all night, eventually you got up for your umpteenth cup of coffee at around six in the morning. 
You were about to go check on Natasha but she beat you to it, shuffling into the kitchen stiffly. 
“Nat! What are you doing up? You could pop your stitches.” you scolded, nearly spilling your coffee as you tried setting it down before going over to her.
“Relax, I’m fine.” she chided, trying to shoo you away. “I need to get back to the compound.” 
“You’re not going anywhere.” you ordered, gently guiding her over to the couch. “I called Tony and let him know where you were. He wants you to stay here for a few days.” 
“What!? Why?” she gasped, wanting to stand up from the couch but she was forced back down when you stuck your hand out to keep her from moving. 
“Your target sent a legal team to the compound looking for you. Tony said that it would be better for you to stay here while he deals with it.” 
A slight pout settled on her lips. You could see her processing your words in her mind. Then she sighed and held her face in her hands. 
“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I…at the moment, I just didn’t know where else to go and I didn’t think I’d make it to the compound.” she apologized, rubbing a hand over her temples.
“Listen,” you sighed, sitting down next to her. “I will admit that the situation is a bit awkward, but I’m happy you came here. I’d rather you be here than in the hands of some dipshit’s legal team or bleeding out somewhere.” 
She looked over at you and gave a sad smile.
“It is good to see you again.” she sighed, examining your face for the first time since she reappeared in your life. Then she frowned. “You haven’t slept.” 
“No, I was nervous about Hydra.” you gave a breathy laugh, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes.
Nat just nodded, sinking further down into the couch. You could tell from the look on her face that she was beating herself up over all of this. 
“Nat, there’s nothing you can do about the mission now. All you can do now is rest and wait while the team sorts out the situation.” you tried soothing her, wanting to be helpful. 
“I’m not very good at those things.” she huffed, smiling sadly as she fiddled with her hands. 
You chuckled, not exactly sure what to say in response. 
“Come on.” you stood up, holding a hand out for her to take. “I’ll help you relax.” 
“Oh really?” she smirked, giving you a suggestive look. 
“Wait, no. Not like that.” you sputtered, feeling your face heat up at your accidental innuendo. “Just…come on.” 
You leaned down and helped her up from the couch, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of Nat’s hand resting on your hip. 
No matter how hard you tried to deny it to yourself, you never quite got over Natasha. Even if the break up was arguably messy and was hard for the both of you, Natasha wasn’t a bad person. You did love her, even if you had been hurt by her, and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t still have feelings for her. Though, you doubted that Natasha had changed. Her trust issues were deep, and her line of work didn’t help. You knew you had your own issues, but you had taken steps to work on and improve yourself. At this point, you weren’t sure if Natasha had even tried to learn anything from the breakup. 
Moving slowly, you helped Nat back into the guest bedroom and into a sitting position in bed. 
“Okay, are you comfortable?” you asked, draping the bed covers back over her legs.
She nodded, readjusting a bit. 
“Good. Now, about breakfast. Is there anything specific you want or do you want your usual?” you knew Natasha well enough to know that her preferred breakfast order would still be the same, even after all this time. 
Peanut butter toast and a cup of coffee. 
“The usual is fine.” she smiled, surprised you still knew what she liked for breakfast.
*****
That afternoon, you had called Bruce, asking him if there was anything else that you should do to treat Natasha’s injuries. He gave you a few suggestions, but otherwise you had done everything that should have been done. 
You were hesitant to leave Natasha home alone for a little while, but when she reassured you that she’d be fine, you left to go pick up some groceries from the store. Because of the extra guest living in your house, you needed extra food. Plus, you wanted to buy extra to minimize the number of trips you’d need to make and the amount of times that Nat would be left alone.
 You were even lucky enough to get a few days off of work. Surprisingly, your boss had bought your excuse of having a “family emergency.” 
The first few days went by slowly, and it didn’t take long for you to realize that Natasha’s stubbornness hadn’t changed. You had caught her a few times trying to get out of bed, which of course ended with you giving her a stern look as she got back into bed with a pout…an admittedly cute pout.
It was nice to have so much downtime with Nat. While she rested, you both talked. You both got to know each other all over again.
You learned that Natasha had rescued a black cat and had ironically named him Liho. She even showed you pictures of him, and you had to admit that the cat was cute. To you, Natasha never seemed like the kind of person to be open to having a pet, but this was a nice surprise. 
One night when the two of you couldn’t sleep, you kept each other company. The conversation naturally flowed, and it was like no time had passed between the two of you. Eventually the topics of conversation became more and more personal. You had talked about how life in retirement had been treating you, but how much you missed the team. She told you that Clint had finally talked her into going to therapy, which made you breath a metaphorical sigh of relief. You were happy to know she was taking steps to help herself heal. 
After that moment, you began to consider the idea that maybe the Natasha you were sharing your house with now was a different Natasha then the one you had dated all those years ago. 
But, people always say going back to your ex is a bad idea, and it usually is. However, sometimes there can be exceptions to good rules.
Maybe this was just wishful thinking. 
Though, to Natasha, she had never quite been the same since you both broke up. She cherished her relationship with you, and a part of her broke when you both broke it off. At first, she had a hard time getting back on her feet after the break up. She knew she was at fault, but she didn’t know how to make it up to you. She wanted to, and she wanted to go back to you, but she didn’t want to lose you permanently. She didn’t want to seem like one of those toxic exes that tried to get you back without trying to step back and examine the situation. She knew she was the problem, and she wanted to be better for you. And she had become better, getting help with overcoming her own issues and learning how to be a better person. 
She just never expected to have this kind of opportunity so suddenly. 
*****
Tony’s timeline of a few days turned into two months. Nat’s injuries were mostly mended, leaving behind bright pink scars and fresh skin. 
Over the two months, you had expected the awkwardness between you both to naturally dissipate, but it never did. If anything, it got worse. You caught yourself staring at Natasha, the way she moved…the way she just existed in her own world. You were dwelling on the small glances that you had caught from her, or the slight blush on her cheeks when you’d do her hair for her early on in her recovery. 
Though, you had convinced yourself that you were making something out of nothing, and that the awkwardness wasn’t because of unrequited feelings for each other. 
It all came to a head when you got a sudden phone call from Tony.
The matter had been resolved temporarily, and it was now safe for Natasha to return back to the compound.
A part of you was happy that the situation had improved, but you were sad to see her go. You’d miss her more than you had before. 
Now all you had to do was tell her.
“Hey, Nat?” you called, knocking on the guest bedroom door. 
“Come in.” she replied. 
You pushed the door open, but your breath caught in your throat at the sight you found. 
Her back was turned to you, just in a pair of your sweatpants and bra. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight braid. All you could really stare at was her bare back and exposed arms, how her muscles and shoulders bulged when she brought her arms up to pull a shirt over head. 
You had to mentally remind yourself not to drool.
“What’s up?” she asked, turning towards you, now dressed with a shirt.
“Uh…I uh, just got a call from Tony. He said it was safe for you to return to the compound.” 
“Oh.” She breathed, eyes lowering to the ground for a moment. 
To be honest, she didn’t want to leave. Her time with you over the past two months had been eye opening. She hadn’t realized just how much she had missed you until that first night when you patched her up. And now she didn’t want to go back to how things had been. She didn’t want to go back to no communication. 
She wanted you to be back in her life…
She wanted you back in every way possible. She wanted things to be the same as how they had been before.
But she knew what she had done wrong, and while she had been extremely remorseful about what happened, there was no denying that she had messed up.
“Y/n, I uh.” she tried, clearing her throat as she felt her own words get stuck as she tried to speak. “Come back with me.”
“What?” you frowned.
“I just-” she exhaled, shuffling closer to you. “I guess I never realized how much I missed you before I stopped by.”
“Nat…” you huffed, finding her green eyes and getting lost in them, like you did before. “It has been nice to see you again.”
“Listen, you can come back to the compound for a few days, see the team, and who knows, maybe we can at least be friends again.”
Friends would be nice, but it didn’t feel like enough for either of you. 
But you didn’t want to rush this. This newly found friendship was so fragile, but precious to you both. 
“Friends would be nice.” you smiled, gently reaching out for one of Nat’s hands. “Besides, it would be good to see the team again.”
524 notes · View notes
arthurmoregun · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Cobie Smulders as Maria Hill in Secret Invasion ep01
691 notes · View notes
yumcoldbrew · 1 month
Text
you’re losing me [ pt.2 ]
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
warnings: none just some angst
italics = flashbacks
word count: 1.8k
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
That night, Natasha got home. She walked into a quiet and dark house. She was quickly on high alert, being used to hearing you shuffling around; she knew something was off.
She walked upstairs holding her gun tightly just in case, but when she realized all your clothes and things were missing, she knew deep down what that meant, but she chose not to believe it and instead tried calling you. As it went straight to voicemail, she tried again, and the same thing happened the next four times she tried.
Now seated in the living room, Natasha looked around the room, looking at all the framed photos of you and Natasha.
One of them is the day of your wedding.
Tumblr media
"Natasha, you aren’t supposed to see me yet!” Y/n hid her body behind the door, peaking her head to talk to Nat through the crack in the door. “I know, my love, I just wanted to see you, even if it is just your head.” She chuckled. "Babe, you’ll see me in literally less than an hour.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay! okay! I’ll let you finish getting ready.” Natasha leans in for a kiss, but you stop her. “Hey! You’ll get a kiss and more later! And I have lip gloss on right now! You have to wait.” Natasha let out a loud groan. “You won't die.” You rolled your eyes at her exaggerated reaction. "Fine, I’ll see you later. Bye, my love!” Nat said it in a grumpy mood before leaving.
Standing behind those double doors, getting ready to walk down the aisle, you felt so nervous yet excited.
Clint, whom you considered a father figure, stood beside you. “Don’t be nervous, kid; you’re about to spend the rest of your life with the best woman you could ever ask for.” He smiled at you, you mirroring his smile.
Locking your arms together, you take a deep breath as the double doors open. The light sound of the song “Turning Pages” playing in the background as per your request... Maybe it's cheezy, but you’ve dreamt about this since you were a kid.
As soon as the doors opened and you saw your fiancé standing on the other side of the room, you immediately locked eyes.
In that moment, it was as if you were in a romance movie where everything disappeared and it was just the two of you, and time slowed down.
Reaching the podium, you split ways with Clint as he moved to stand with the grooms. You then moved your eyes towards your best friend Wanda, who gave you a beaming smile with a small thumbs up. You gave her a smile in return.
As you reached Nat, now standing before her, you whispered a small "Hi,” earning a small chuckle from the audience.
(I'm not sure how weddings work, and what not, so onto the vows.)
“My beautiful Y/n, I'm going to be honest and say that I did not think ever in a million years that I’d be getting married to someone as strong, as beautiful, as kind, and just an overall ethereal woman. When I first met you, I so badly tried to avoid you because, growing up, I was taught that love was for children. I never knew what love felt like, so when I felt this yearning for wanting to be with you, I got scared, so I did what I knew best: I shut you out. And well, you being your usual self and stubborn, you wiggled your way into my heart, and I cannot thank you enough for how much you’ve taught me throughout my time of knowing you, so thank you for loving me and helping me learn how to love.” Natasha wasn’t one to cry in front of people, so she stood strong. You, on the other hand, had been silently crying while quickly and carefully wiping away any tears before they could fall and ruin your makeup.
"Natasha, I want so badly to be able to explain all the love I have for you. Not the love of butterflies and stomach knots, but more the blurring of self and the entanglement with another soul. Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite, and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all; it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I cannot promise I will always be the perfect wife, but I promise to love you through good times and bad. To choose our love every single day. I promise to make you your favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwich you love so much, to cut them diagonally, and to cook for you because I know how bad you are at that. I love you; I love the way you dance to make me laugh; I love that you always push my hair back when it's in my face; I promise to forever love you.”
( blah blah blah )
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Without another second passing, you both lean in to kiss. This elicited applause from the audience.
That day, you spent your afternoon surrounded by the people you love.
That night, you spent your time with your now-wife, praising you.
Tumblr media
Natasha, coming back to reality at the sound of her phone ringing, looks away from the framed wedding photo. wiping away a few tears that had rolled down her cheeks.
Looking at the contact name, she saw a picture of Wanda. Having earlier contacted Wanda about Y/n's disappearance, knowing Y/n and Wanda were closer than even she and Y/n were, she was slightly jealous of.
“Hello?” Answering the phone and holding the phone to her ear, she waits for the other person on the other line to respond. "Hey, Nat.”
“Wanda? Is Y/n with you?” Natasha frantically asks. On the other end of the line, Wanda looked toward you for confirmation. "Yeah, she’s with me.” Wanda hears a sigh of relief. “Could I maybe talk to her? She hasn’t been answering my calls. When she doesn’t hear a response, she continues, "Please, Wanda! I just want to talk to her, and if she doesn’t want to, that’s totally fine; I’ll leave her alone, I promise.” She begged
“What do you want, Natasha?” Natasha's face drains from its color at your cold tone and the use of her full name, “What happened? Why aren’t you home?” Natasha asks with a timid voice, “I'm done, Natasha.” You reply, “Y/n... Could we please just talk about this in person?” She awaits your response: “There isn’t much to say, but if it helps you sleep, I guess...” You say in that same cold tone, “Great!-" Natasha gets cut off. “I’ll be there in the morning.” you say “Great! Thank Y-“ Natasha stops herself when she's cut off by a beep, meaning you’ve hung up.
That night, Natasha was the one who stayed up, wondering where she went wrong and what she might’ve done to cause this. It was her turn to wake up to an empty bed and cold sheets beside her.
Upon arriving, you took a deep breath. “Hey, don’t worry, babes, if you want, I could go in with you, okay?” Wanda says this from the driver's seat, taking a quick glance at your anxious demeanor. "Thanks, Wands, but I think it should just be the two of us.” You smile at her as she parks in front of yours and Natasha's apartment building. “Fine, but I’ll be here in the car waiting for you whenever you’re ready.” She reaches over the console to give you a hug that was slightly uncomfortable on her end but worth it if it brought you some comfort.
"Okay, Wands, I’ll see you in a bit.” You say this before walking out.
Now, standing in front of the door, you knock twice. On the other side of the door, Natasha scrambled up, almost tripping, to get to the door. 
Opening the door, Natasha gets a whiff of your usual perfume.
“Hey!" You cut her off again. “What did you want to talk about?” Same cold tone as you move towards the living room to sit down, “Why did you leave?” Natasha looks like an abandoned puppy when she says this. You have to refrain from laughing. “Really?! You’re asking me why I left?!” Natasha looks slightly angry at this. "C'mon, Natasha, you’re a spy; you know why, so please don’t pretend like you’re so innocent and didn’t realize what was happening.”
“I… I just don’t think you should’ve left without a word.“ She reaches for you. “And I don’t think you should’ve left me alone on our sixth anniversary without a word, but here we are.” You pull your hand out of her grip. "Oh, c'mon, Y/n, that’s so not fair. You know how time-consuming and tiring work is. Stop trying to act like I was never there. I don’t understand.”
You couldn’t hold back laughing anymore. “I know you don’t. You don’t even realize how bad of a wife you’ve been, and it’s concerning. Do you really want to know what’s not fair? The fact that I was in that kitchen all afternoon cooking and decorating the table for you, I sat in that damn kitchen all fucking night waiting for you! I sat there in the dark and wondered if it was time. “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?” Then here you came in late at night and don’t even take a second glance towards me after I’ve spent my whole day trying to come up with a way to hopefully get a glimpse of your attention!” You let out a shaky breath, blinking a few rapid times to get rid of any tears on the verge of falling. “I don’t think you understand how damaging it is to be ignored by the one person you’ve dedicated your whole life to. I was pleading that you’d do something, say something, lose something, risk something, choose something.”
“Every morning, I glared at the empty spot beside me in bed.” And you did; you glared at them with storms in your eyes. “I love you.” Is all she responds with. Which you ignore, now getting up from your spot on the couch. “I spent all this time trying to please you just because I wanted you to see me.” You said you were already making your way towards the front door. Natasha hadn’t quite processed what you had said, only hearing the beat of her heart in the back of her head.
Realizing she got up to chase after you, running down the hallway, she couldn’t admit that she had lost you. “I love you.” She says once again, “How can you say you love someone you can’t tell is dying?” She couldn’t find the right words to respond to that, but either way, you had already left. The air was left thick with loss and indecision.
She had lost you.
And you know what they all say. “You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.”
taglist:
@tashakink @ssophiis @natashaswife4125 @st4r1light
(there were more i just couldn’t find your blogs?)
168 notes · View notes
marvelsgirl616 · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
She’s so adorable 🥹🤏🏻
287 notes · View notes
belovaskitkat · 1 year
Text
Taste Of A Poison Paradise
Summary: Break ups are hard. Especially when the sex was great and your ex girlfriend is completely irresistible.
Characters: Carol Danvers x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! Captain kink, finger sucking, fingering, semi public sex, teasing, cnc?? kinda??, face slapping, use of “good girl”, angst obvs, slight manipulation, false accusations of cheating (let me know if I forgot anything!)
masterlist
Tumblr media
The last place you wanted to be was at this new club across town with your best friends who had all grabbed a drink and then abandoned you for the dance floor. Places like this were never your forte, even when you were dating your ex-girlfriend who seemed to love the nightlife. And if it’s one thing you hated; it’s that you couldn’t get her off of your mind.
Things were going great. You and Carol had gotten your first place together uptown and Goose was settling in nicely. The two of you constantly spoke about your future together and how you couldn’t wait to settle down and have children. The apartment was incredible inside; high ceilings and vintage frame work; it had everything you had told Carol you wanted. And she declared that whatever you wanted, you should have. The two of you had settled into a decent routine for a few months; including the incredible sex in nearly every room of the apartment, shower and closets included.
“Baby, I’m needed for a mission. I should be back in a few days. Don’t miss me too much, okay?” Carol asked, holding you close and kissing you deeply.
Except those ‘few days’ turned into a few weeks. And you tried not to worry. You tried not to stress. Carol didn’t have a way of contacting you while she was off world. You just had to trust her. And you did trust her but you also missed her.
It was eight weeks before Carol returned home, slightly battered and exhausted. You tended to her despite her arguments of being fine and within a few hours she was giving you the best sex of your life all over again. But as any superhero life goes, she was off world once again within the next few days. This routine was growing constant and quite frankly exhausting you. Carol’s homecomings were always bittersweet because you knew she was leaving again.
A whole year had gone by like this and each trip was getting longer and longer. You made excuses at first but it seemed like the two of you were drifting apart and you barely saw your girlfriend anymore. She’d come home one evening to you pacing back and forth, face tear stained after weighing all of your options. A stained and scribbled pros and cons list sat on the coffee table, a result of an inner argument with yourself.
“Baby, I’m home!” Carol called into the living room. “Baby?”
She saw you pacing, not thinking anything of it and put her hands on your biceps, trying to ground you like always. “Hey I’m back no need to-“
You shrugged from her grip, unable to look her in the eyes for fear of crying more. “Carol…”
“What’s going on?! You’re scaring me!” Carol said, trying to move closer to you but you stepped away again.
“Carol I can’t-“
“You can’t what?! What is it!” She asked, raising her voice.
“Stop yelling!” You pleaded.
“Baby- baby I’m sorry whatever it is, let me fix it! Please!” Carol said, in near tears of her own.
“I don’t think you can fix this, Carol. You’re never here anymore. Don’t you think that takes a toll on me?!” You cried, finally meeting her eyes with your tear stained ones. “I just. I can’t do it anymore.”
“So you’re breaking up with me?!” Carol asked incredulously.
“You’re never here! It’s like I’m dating myself!”
“Do you know how selfish you sound right now?! There are other worlds besides ours that need help, you know! Ya know what, you’re right. Fine. I should’ve seen this coming when you didn’t want me to fuck you the last time I was here. That you were tired. Are you cheating on me?! Is that it?!”
“Carol no I-“
“I bet it’s that skank Wanda you’re always with isn’t it?! I should’ve known. You always look at her differently than anyone else!” Carol spat.
“I didn’t cheat! And Wanda’s my best friend. That’s IT. She’s fucking getting married soon for Christ’s sake!” You yelled back.
A tap on your shoulder brought you back to the reality of the bar you were sat at; a tall, muscular blonde asking if the seat next to you was taken. “No, go ahead,” you said, gesturing to the seat.
“You come here often?” The woman asked, clearly just being friendly.
“Um.. no… didn’t this place just open last week?” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.
The woman chuckled nervously. “Oh.. yes I suppose you’re right,” she said, a blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks. The two of you introduced yourselves and were chatting about favorite drinks and you’d told her your friends abandoned you for the evening to go and dance but it wasn’t really your thing.
You couldn’t help yourself from imagining Carol in front of you; after all it was your first time out since the two of you had broken up just two weeks ago. The woman had the same shoulder length, straight hair; kind eyes and over all sweet demeanor, just like your Carol. Except, she wasn’t your Carol and Carol in fact was no longer yours.
“Excuse me for a moment,” you interrupted the woman’s story about something she does for work but you needed fresh air. Thankfully the club had a back door to stand by in case anyone wanted a smoke break.
The cool air felt good on your skin; sticky with sweat even though you hadn’t even been dancing. You wished you could get over her but she was one of the best things in your life that you ever had.
“Is that right, baby?” A gruff voice came from behind you. You whipped around, ready to defend yourself but were met with your ex girlfriend’s eyes, only they did not look so kind.
“C-Carol? What are you doing here?!” You stammered.
“Just making sure my pretty girl doesn’t go home with a boring old blonde when she could have me,” she said cockily.
“I’m not- she’s… I’m not yours anymore Carol!” You argued. She put a finger to your lips as some people stopped to look at the two of you. She didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. Carol grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bathroom, but her grip was like iron as you tried to get out of it.
“Carol-“ you started, but she reached behind you and locked the door after making sure the two of you were alone.
“Shhh baby it’s okay. I’m here now,” She cooed, trapping your body against the cold tile wall. You found it hard to look into her eyes but she grabbed your jaw tilted your head up. “The best thing you had in your life, huh?”
“N-no I’m…” you stammered but couldn’t form a sentence. You hadn’t realized you said it out loud. Carol had an arm on your waist and the other was supporting herself against the wall behind you. She quickly turned her cap backwards and looked at your petite frame beneath her.
“No? That’s funny because I swore I just heard you say that exact line? And I know for a fact you haven’t stopped thinking about me since you ended things between us. Did I not give my poor baby enough attention? I’m so sorry,” Carol chastised, feigning an apologetic pout.
“Carol I have no way to contact you while you’re gone for literal months at a time. That’s not fair to me!” You said angrily, trying to wriggle away from her hold.
“You know what else isn’t fair? I haven’t stopped thinking of you either, baby. This gorgeous body, your sensitive neck-“ She started, pressing a gentle kiss right beneath your jaw. You couldn’t help but gasp. Carol knew you and your body too well.
“S-stop,” you whimpered, trying to push her away. But she was always stronger than you. You wanted her but you also didn’t.
“I bet if I look, if I even went to touch; that you’re so wet already aren’t you baby?” Carol rasped in your ear. Your breathing was already picking up but you were trying not to give yourself away. “What’s wrong? Flerken got your tongue?” She teased.
“I know you miss the way I touch you. The way I used to give it to you so good, huh baby? What do you say? One last time just for me?” She pleaded. But it wasn’t a plea. It was more of a demand. And you couldn’t help yourself. The mere weeks that it had been since the last time the two of you were intimate were practically torture. Carol had your body under lock and key, making it nearly impossible to orgasm without her. One last time won’t hurt… right?
“Yes Captain,” you whispered, her face close to your neck as she continued to leave gentle kisses there.
“There’s my good girl,” she cooed, taking your face in her hands and kissing your lips. You melted against her, letting Carol take complete control just as you always had. One of her hands slipped to your back, slowly pulling down the zipper to your dress while she continued to kiss you. The cold tile against your skin made you whimper, your dress falling away easier than Carol expected, leaving your breasts exposed and giving her a view of the tiny thong you’d decided to wear, to try and avoid panty lines with your dress.
“Gods they should make sculptures of you, baby,” Carol rasped out.
“Thank you, Captain,” you whispered.
Carol smiled at your easy submission, your willingness to give in to the smallest of touches she left on your body. Her hands traveled down your arms and across to your breasts, grabbing full handfuls and squeezing. You laid your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy this moment, one you’d waited so long to have again. “My baby missed me, huh?” Carol teased.
“Please Carol,” you begged quietly. A hand struck your cheek and your eyes flew open in surprise. You were about to protest but she cut you off quickly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve forgotten our manners already, have we?” She smirked.
“No captain! Sorry captain,” you replied, gulping loudly as her hand approached your face again, only this time to gently wipe the tear that had sprung in the corner of your eye.
“My good girl,” she cooed again, watching you melt into her soft touch. Her hands ran down your body, and you watched as she knelt in front of you, index fingers hooking into the sides of your thong. Your eyes close again, enjoying her touch, when suddenly Carol stopped.
“Want you to look at me, baby,” Carol rasped out. Your eyes opened and you watched as Carol slowly peeled down your panties, clicking her teeth when she noticed the wet spot in them. “So naughty.”
She stood back up to kiss you until she decided it was enough and moved two fingers into your mouth instead. She knew you were wet enough without it, but no way was she denying herself the visual of her favorite girl sucking on her fingers again. And you did so without so much as a complaint; taking her fingers down your throat with ease, sucking on them diligently just as you always have. “Gonna ingrain this sight in my mind, baby,” Carol rasped, fucking your throat with her fingers.
You whined quietly as she pulled her fingers out slowly, admiring just how wet you’d gotten them. She teased each of your erect nipples with her soaked fingers, trailing your own saliva down your abdomen and getting painfully close to where you wanted her most. “Please,” you begged pitifully.
“Be good,” Carol rasped, kissing at your jaw as she slid her soaked fingers through your folds. “Oh sweet girl, I knew you were wet but damn, baby!”
Your cheeks heated up at her comment, eyes closed once again as you tried to keep yourself standing upright and she’d barely touched you yet. Her fingers slid inside of you with ease, the heel of her palm hitting your clit over and over as she fucked you. There was nothing for you to grab onto but her, the cold tile wall didn’t give you much leverage. Thankfully, Carol’s other hand was still holding you. Your moans were loud as Carol angled her fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot you loved so much over and over again. Your thighs began to shake and your head knocked back against the wall with your eyes squeezed shut.
“C-captain! Please! Please may I cum, Captain!” You begged, thankfully remembering your manners as you asked for permission.
“Hmmm… how about, no,” Carol smirked, removing her fingers from inside of you and you screamed.
You sat straight up in bed, body covered in sweat, and an uncomfortable, needy ache between your legs. Your breathing was erratic as you sat; desperately trying to calm down. “Baby what is it?”
“I- I had that really weird dream again,” you stammered out, turning to look over at your wife, who was sharing your concern.
“Wanna talk about it?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Um.. well it was the same one where you were some kind of superhero and….” You explained the dream in detail to her, the entire time Carol keeping a straight face and soothing you, all the while knowing she’d hired Wanda to keep you safe and under the various delusions she’d chosen; your dreams being the only reminder of your actual reality. She couldn’t bear to lose her baby again.
849 notes · View notes
jhonwickxv · 4 months
Text
😍
Tumblr media
235 notes · View notes
sytoran · 5 months
Note
Could I request a Natasha x reader where R and Nat are driving home from a party but their car breaks down so they call someone to come help them fix it and while they’re waiting they fuck outside on the back of the car…strap on pls
Tumblr media
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟏𝟎 — 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐗
kinktober day 010 | milf!natasha x fem!mechanic!reader
natasha's had a completely shit day, and the last straw is when her car breaks down on the way home. the unbelievably sexy mechanic who shows up to fix her car makes it an unforgettable night.
note. i might've changed the plot so R is the mechanic. trust me on that decision.
cont. strap-on use, daddy kink, horniness, hot mechanic stuff
word count. 3435 (yall are getting fed)
kinktober masterlist || main masterlist
Tumblr media
In her weathered thirties, Natasha had retired as an Avenger and chose a life that had always been nothing more than a distant dream. 
By adopting two beautiful children and becoming a mother, it was almost like she was flipping off the Red Room for what they had done to her. It was an act of justice, a long sought-after victory, throwing away her past but embracing the lessons it had taught her.
However, despite how much the future she carved for herself had changed, one thing hadn’t — and that was the people who had been by her side throughout her journey to normalcy.
Kate, that human embodiment of a golden retriever, was all about ‘bringing the Avengers together, old and new’, and ‘forging stronger bonds in the pursuit of justice’. Hence came the monthly parties that involved the wealth of Bishop Security, too much alcohol, and one too many bad decisions.
For Natasha, the party had spun out of control like a series of unfortunate events: From the raspberry martini Thor had spilled on her, to the ripped dress from a stupid dare from Rocket to climb the fence, and the incredibly awkward seven minutes in heaven with Bruce. 
Right now, the ex-Avenger wanted nothing more than to dive under the warm blankets and close her eyes and shut the world out. Go home to her two bundles of joy. Be engulfed in the warmth of comfort and release. Maybe even let Liho sleep on the bed for once.
She needs to get back home a little faster. Natasha accelerates.
Her eyes are on the road, gripping the steering wheel with a steely frown. The road is dark, the lamps are flickering. There’s a thought lingering in the back of her mind, like an itch that simply wouldn’t go away.
It was embarrassing to admit, but Natasha had done far worse: She was unarguably sexually frustrated. After saving the universe and transitioning into a life of motherhood, she hardly had any time to alleviate her stress in that kind of way.
Today was one of those days, then, where she would once again have to retreat into the confines of her shower and spend a little longer than she should. Or perhaps, dive under the sheets and reach into her bedside table for that plastic purple toy.
Natasha steps on the pedal a little harder. She accelerates again – the engine splutters.
"Fuck, shit, don't do this to me now," she growls, angrily slapping her steering wheel while a frown creases her eyebrows. 
It only takes the car three more streetlamps to absolutely die out on her, coming to a screeching halt, in the dead of the night, in the middle of nowhere. Comically, the sound of something fusing inside her engine follows right after.
Natasha lets the groan of frustration fall freely, forehead hitting the centre of the steering wheel. The resounding sound of the car honking echoes in the emptiness of the place, like a mockery of Natasha’s misfortune.
She climbs out of the car reluctantly, slowly lifting the bonnet open and staring blankly at the mechanical parts before her. 
Natasha was a woman of many capabilities, those of which included being able to assassinate three grown men with a pencil, speak fifteen languages fluently, raise two kids with an attitude more stubborn than hers, save the fucking world, in fact, but fixing cars was not one of them.
Gradually, the car parts in the engine began to look more and more like ancient hieroglyphs that Natasha would spend a lifetime trying to decipher.
She pulls out her cell phone to call someone for assistance, before realizing that basically all of her friends were likely piss-drunk at that stupid party, and would never pick up. (Okay, she also didn’t have a social life other than her ex-comrades in battle, but could you really blame Natasha?)
As the redhead closed her eyes, irritation danced in the darkness of her vision, flickering in specks of white and then burning red. Natasha resigns to her doomed fate.
Calling up the roadside assistance services would mean spending an insanely long amount of time waiting, then having her car towed to the auto-repair shop, henceforth allowing the mechanics there to actually fix up her car, and by the time she retreated into the warmth of her bedroom at home it would very much be far past midnight.
Pulling out her phone with a stately reluctance, Natasha searches up the nearest available mechanic services, dials in the designated number, and begins her wait for comfort and satisfaction.
***
If Natasha previously had any qualms or complaints about waiting for roadside assistance, her mouth was now sealed shut with lock and key. In fact, she would much rather let the mechanic that just arrived assist her in several other ways.
“Sorry for the wait, Ma’am, we were almost about to close shop,” you say, climbing out of the pickup truck then jumping down. 
You flick your hair out of your eyes and send a bright smile to your last client of the day, seemingly oblivious to the effect you had on the woman. “I’m Y/N, happy to be at your service.”
Now, Natasha certainly had her own suspicions that she wasn’t entirely straight, but those queries had been confirmed within a good five seconds.
It was too cliche to be real, almost. Natasha swallows as her eyes rake over your tight-fitting white tank top that showed off the most stunning bodily anatomy she had ever seen, each muscle carved from a meticulous sculptor, dirtied cargo pants hanging loose to reveal the band of a pair of black boxers. 
“Ma’am?” you repeat, lifting up a heavy toolbox with one hand, failing to notice that Natasha’s gaze is glued on to the flexed muscles of your right arm.
“O-oh,” the ex-Avenger mumbles in embarrassment – Oh, Yelena would cackle to see her like this – “Sorry, what was your question?”
You only tilt your head and give her a polite smile. “I was asking what seems to be the issue with your car.” 
Natasha nods vigorously, then walks stiffly towards her car. Her clammy hands struggle to lift the bonnet for a moment, and in a second you’re next to her, single-handedly lifting the cover with a thoughtful smile.
Natasha feels the heat rush to her cheeks and she looks away quickly. She was acting like a lovesick high school girl, for God’s sakes. Get it together, she chides. 
When she looks back up again, you have a wrench in hand, twirling it around. Natasha has her eyes glued to your tattoos and the way your fingers spin the tool.
“I’ll loosen this up a bit, see what we’re dealing with.” You say, fastening the wrench into place. Natasha barely has time to nod her acknowledgement before her breath gets stolen from her again.
The muscle of your forearm ripples like a satisfying wave when you jerk the wrench, and Natasha’s breath gets stolen away by the wind. She watches as your fingers expertly wrap around the tool, your other hand gripping the front of the car, and your next effort has Natasha getting wetter in places she shouldn’t.
“I think this part needs to be oiled,” you say, your even voice hauling Natasha out of her erotic fantasy. You look at your client curiously, innocently gesturing towards the toolbox next to her feet. “Would you be an angel and hand me the oiler?”
Angel.
Natasha’s heart races as she bends down to pick up your toolbox. (Okay, she definitely bends down a little too far, but she feels your eyes glued onto her ass, and she considers that a victory.) When she hands you the toolbox, your fingertips graze over her hand, and Natasha’s breath hitches a little too obviously.
By some holy deity’s work, you don’t comment or react to her squeak of surprise, and instead begin oiling up the engine of the car. Natasha flushes a dark red. Your grasp had been calloused, because of course it would be, experienced with handling cars and being rough—
The electricity that had run through her veins from that second of contact was comparable to Thor’s Mjolnir.
You have a little mishap when pouring the oil, the tube sliding in your grasp, and the car oil squirts from the nozzle and onto your front. You chuckle awkwardly, embarrassment tinging the tips of your ears.
Natasha thinks it’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, heart fluttering at your awkwardness. Once again, her libido catches up to her, and then Natasha’s eyeing your slick fingers (imagining it was a different type of slick), and the way your dampened shirt clung to your taut muscles.
Maybe you were doing it on purpose, too, facing Natasha as you lift up the hem of your shirt to squeeze out the oil. Her eyes feast on the hint of bare skin she can see, a defined V-line making itself known. 
“You don’t mind me working like this, I suppose?” you ask, a grin on your face. “I may look filthy, but I promise I’m excellent with my hands.”
“Show me, then,” Natasha replies loftily, almost second-nature with how the one-sided smirk creeps on to her face. Her skill of seduction was something that was ingrained into her bloodstream.
When you lay down onto the under-car roller and shift underneath the car to begin fixing it up, Natasha’s gaze darkens several hues and she lets her eyes roam over your body again.
She couldn’t tear her eyes off if she tried. She wanted to rake her nails over your taut muscles, watch them flex and ripple under her touch, hook her fingers in the belt-loop of your pants and tug it down—
—to see the unmistakable bulge on a strap-on in your boxers. Natasha licks her lips, zeroing in on the tantalizing sight. It looked big, even while hidden under the confines of your pants. She would take you so good, down her throat or up her cunt, until either of you orgasmed. 
Natasha gets lost in her thoughts, nearly drooling as she watched you work. Your tank top moved with every thrust of your arm into unscrewing a certain mechanical part, and the grease slid down the veins of your hands. 
The redhead has to sink her teeth into her bottom lip when you spread your legs for a more comfortable position, to stop herself from moaning out load. 
Natasha’s got it down bad, eyes once again on your bulge. Her panties are soaked, already, lewd thoughts flitting through her mind with every passing minute that you’re under there.
On the other hand, you were fighting a very different battle.
You weren’t stupid, no, not on any accounts. (Except for dating that one girlfriend who’d lit your auto-repair shop on fire when you broke up with her. But we don’t talk about past mistakes.) Right now, the woman you were attending to was none other than Natasha Romanoff.
Yes, the woman who had saved the universe. The woman who’d inspired you to say ‘fuck everyone else’ and chase your dreams. The woman on TV you’d spent more than a few nights thinking of, your hand in places you’d rather not specify.
More than that, you were quite sure that this woman, in a ripped dress that fucked your mind in ways it shouldn’t, wanted you to fuck her instead.
It was an uphill battle, your rationality versus your pathetic pretty-girl-want-to-fuck instinct. As you lay under Natasha’s car, working on the mechanical parts up there and getting grease all over your hands, you contemplated the reasons why logic was important.
Number One: Natasha Romanoff was an Avenger. If you pushed yourself onto her, she could very much knock you out before you could say ‘sorry’. As much as you prided yourself on your physique and brute force, you weren’t about to take on an ex-widow in a fight.
You look down for one second, as said woman steps a little closer to you, and you have to swallow to bite back an embarrassing sound. One of her hands was resting on your knee while you worked, and it took every cell of your existence not to start spasming under her touch.
Number Two: It was a violation of workplace guidelines. As much as the pay was shitty, you wouldn’t want to lose your job. You still had rent to pay, and you couldn’t keep hiding from your stick-in-the-ass landlord.
“Oh, that looks dirty,” Natasha comments, tone sultry as her hand creeps up higher on your leg. Your breath catches in your throat, grease staining your white shirt while your eyes quite nearly glaze over. 
I can show you dirty, your brain unhelpfully supplies, and you shake your head in a futile attempt to clear your head. 
Natasha, undetered, leans forward, chest grazing over your torso, the soft flesh of her breasts against your abdomen making your head spin.
Fuck, you just wanted to rip off her pretty dress and— Number Three: You were in public. Having sexual intercourse with your client right here and right now would likely end in a police report for vouyerism. Dingy apartment be gone, for you would be sleeping in a jail cell.
“M’kay, I’m done,” you announce, slapping the underside of the car as a sign of accomplishment. You purposefully slide out from under the car in one swift motion, allowing Natasha’s hand to graze over your muscled thigh.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you when you looked up, though.
There Natasha Romanoff leant over your body, one hand inches away from the bulge in your pants, the other tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She was leaning forward, exposing a cleavage that hung right above your torso, dark eyes surveying you.
Fuck, dark couldn’t even begin to describe it. Natasha’s gaze was like an icy blast and molten lava all at the same time: Her pupils were severely dilated, a spark dancing within it. The deep colours of her eyes were like a kaleidoscope, pulling you in, entrapping you in a haze of lust. 
It was entirely wanton, arousing, filthy. Her ruby-red lips curved into a vulture-like smirk, gaze trailing downwards to your body. Everywhere her eyes rested on lit a path of hellfire. Those sinful hands crept on to your bulge, splaying over your false cock as you exhale shakily.
Number Four: Natasha Romanoff was looking at you like you were a full banquet service, all five courses, free of charge, complimentary champagne included. 
And honestly, was there really anything more important than that?
“Thanks for your help,” Natasha murmmurs, physically climbing onto you as you laid on the under-car roller. “Let me repay that kindness.”
You let out a strangled groan as Natasha pushes herself down onto you and kisses you, her hands sliding under your shirt to scrape at your abdomen. 
Oh, finally.
“Fuck,” you gasp against her eager lips, hands flying to palm at her ass as you deepen the kiss. Your brain hasn’t quite caught up to yet, the only you were registering being the sweet mouth you were exploring and the intoxicating flowery scent of Natasha’s perfume.
Your hand cinches around Natasha’s neck like a vice-grip, your tongue invading the confines of her mouth, the rocking motions of your meeting mouths drawing long gasps and whines from Natasha.
Her hands, on the contrary, are relentless: From the sides of your face to your washboard abdomen, sharp nails marking you as if you’re hers. 
Having relinquished your power for long enough, you grab handfuls of Natasha’s ass and lift her up; You get up, too, a mess of entangled limbs as you throw her over your shoulder, kicking away the roller and moving to the bed of your pickup truck.
Natasha’s left dripping at your display of effortless strength. You hoist the two of you up onto the pickup truck, paradoxically carefully laying her down, and you stall for a moment.
“We’re so gonna get caught,” Natasha whispers with a stupid grin on her face.
She looks up at you with a breathtaking smile, twilight reflecting off her eyes, dancing in the atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. 
The pair of you were completely exposed to the midnight air, in the middle of nowhere, but if anyone were to drive past it would be blatantly obvious what was happening.
You smirk, tugging her dress off with an assured confidence. “Maybe,” you reason, thumbing at one of Natasha’s nipples so she arches off the surface with a breathy gasp. “Or maybe not,” you continue, a big hand sliding under Natasha’s lithe body to undo the clasp of her bra and toss it somewhere.
“Y/N!” Natasha squeaks, as your greedy hands massage the mounds of her breasts. “Did you throw my bra onto the road?”
You hum your approval cheekily, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from the swell of her breasts and down to her soiled. “Yes, angel. I’ll pick it up later, bring it home with me to jerk off–”
“Oh my god—”
“Yeah, and I’ll— oh fuck, angel, your panties are fucking soaked. Not so innocent, hm?” You question with a dark smile, two fingers running over the outside of her undergarment, arousal sticking to your fingers.
You watch as the older woman before you flushes from head to toe. Strings of slick cling to your thick fingers, and you suck on them as Natasha moans lewdly. 
“I’ll let you taste it later, don’t worry,” you add helpfully, shucking down your own pants and boxers. The strap-on springs out, and Natasha’s drooly lips open to push out a shaky breath of arousal.
“Daddy,” Natasha says, instinctually, at the sight of your gloried muscles and the ivory strap that hung between your legs like it was made to do so.
Your grip on Natasha’s hips bruise, the term nothing new to you but so entirely different when it came from Natasha fucking Romanoff. The sense of pride that washed over you was nothing compared to the carnal desire to fill her up and make her scream your name.
“Oh God!” Natasha wails out, fingernails digging into your forearms as you slide the head of your cock inside her. It wasn’t the longest, but it was girthy, and Natasha’s hole was stretched out as you pushed slowly.
“Not God,” you pant into Natasha’s ear, slapping her ass as she cries out loud. “Daddy, hm?”
“Yes!” Natasha moans, legs wrapping around your huge muscled back as you begin to thrust. Her hands try to interlock behind your back for support, but your shoulderblades are so wide that she can’t even fully wrap her hands around it, and that fact leaves her even hornier than before.
You’ve got Natahsa pinned to the ground under your body, pounding so hard that the whole truck shakes. The grease from your clothes goes all over, slick and sweat coating the two of you, pleasured cries and low grunts emanating from the pickup truck.
The squelching sounds of her pussy are absolutely filthy, as you pound into her spongy spot like your life depended on it. 
“There, please!” Natasha wails, helplessly clinging on to your back as you bring her to a ferocious orgasm. Her legs kick under you, hook around the side of the truck as you jackhammer your hips into her pussy.
“Almost there already, angel?” You ask heatedly, mouth working on marking up her tits. One of your hands had both of Natasha’s wrist above her head, and the other was on her hips for support as you thrusted into her.
Your response comes in an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Daddy!” Natasha moans out, filthy and drenched with desire. Her pleasured cry is so loud that it scares a flock of birds out of a nearby tree, and you flinch violently at the sudden sound of nature’s rustling leaves, like you forgot you were in public.
Natasha breaks out into a laugh at the absurdity of the situation, then moans again when another wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over her. That causes you to join in on the laughter, your cock jostling inside Natasha. She whines again, and you pepper kisses over Natasha’s sweaty forehead with nothing short of amused affection.
And that’s how the two of you end up entangled on the back of your pickup truck like lovesick fools, a mesh of sweaty and slick bodies, sounds of pleasure and laughter scaring away any other creature that might disrupt Natasha’s sought-after comfort and satisfaction.
Tumblr media
requests are NOT open... i just received this request all the way back in february, and so here it is haha..... im sorry to that one anon 😭 reblog to save a life xx
kinktober masterlist || main masterlist
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
wandavisionedits · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Elizabeth Olsen as the voice of The Scarlet Witch 2x08: "What If...the Avengers Assembled in 1602?"
740 notes · View notes