#natasha romanoff x re

[sapphicsaus]

regal ties - wanda maximoff

Summary: the reluctant princess meets the willing warrior.

Pairing: wanda maximoff x knight!female!reader, slight natasha romanoff x reader (eventually just platonic)

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“She is the strongest warrior I’ve yet to see.”

“But father, she is merely a woman, not fit to protect a king, or the princess.”

“Untrue, my boy, you have not seen her in battle!”

“You are too kind, my lord.”

“I speaking nothing but truths.”

“The army is off to battle outside of Sokovian lines, and I as your queen have waved your duties as battalion commander.” You face drops at the proclamation. You frown, wiping your dirty mouth with a napkin, and you place it on the table. “Thank you, malady, but may I ask why?”

“The princess will be shipped in from England within the day, and I need her to be watched. You are one of the only people I trust to not let her get hurt.”

“We are discuss trading options with a Duke in the region of Prussia.” You nod to yourself. The king smiles at you.

“I will do as you please, my king.”

“Brilliant.” You take in a breath.

“May I excuse myself?” The king excuses you, and you push out your chair, walking outside of the dining hall. It wasn’t long before your walk led you to the yard where many soldiers were receiving training.

<>

As you approached, Steve noticed and spoke up. “ATTENTION, MEN!” All men stopped their jousting and rushed to the middle of the field at attention. “Commander Y/N has approached.” You grip the handle of your blade and walk up to the men.

“Men! I have been informed by the king that a Duke from Prussia has come to discuss trade. I expect you to be at your best. I have been appointed as a personal detail for the princess, so Commander Rogers will be my successor until I am needed in battle.”

“Finally!” Everyone falls silently as you glare towards them.

“Excuse me?” Silence. “Reveal your foul tongue, or I shall strike you down.”

A large burly man moves through the crowd, and barely towers over you with a smirk. “Steve is more of a leader than you, girl.” Of course Rumlow, the low life servant pig, had something to say. You scoff.

“That may be so, but I must tell you something.” You reach onto your belt, and pull a thick knife of a holster, swiftly swiping it onto his neck. “I was bred of warriors. This blade has killed millions, and will strike a million more. If you decide that I am not fit, so be it, but you will not speak above your station.”

You two began to stare one another down, until footsteps came down the stairs. “Commander!” You turn swiftly, blade still to his neck as you watch the messenger fidget slightly. “Um…the princess is here!”

<>

You walked behind the young boy whom you remembered to be May’s nephew, Peter, as he walked fast to the dock. The weight of your armor slowed you down as the wooden stairs creaked under your thick leather boots.

When you arrived on the dock, everyone seems to bow as she boards off but you don’t. I could have this person hung, she thought. Her dresses was short enough for her to walk out. Servants, including the messenger grabbed her trunks and began to walk them back up. She approached you.

“Princess.” You say with a bow of your head. “Ah, one of father’s lackeys? Does he want you to protect me?” You chuckle slightly as the crew moves past you. “Most insult my sex before they do my integrity, this is a first.”

“I don’t need protective detail, especially from another woman.”

“Ah! There it is, surprised you lasted that long.”

“You are speaking to me as if we are old friends. Know that I am your superior…”

“Y/N.” She scoffs.

“Y/N, stupid name that is.” She walks past you and towards the stairs, and you move to catch up. “I don’t need a protective detail.” She mumbled. You chuckle to yourself.

“Tell that to the arrow I took for your brother. A “friend” tried to assassinate him. The king is being cautious, and as the commander for th-“

“You’re the commander? What of Thaddeus?”

“Killed in battle months ago.”

“Goodness.” You hum as you allow her to pass.

<>

You had arrived to the dining hall where Wanda was greeting her family as Pietro approaches. “I tried with all my might, but they wouldn’t be swayed.” You smile, patting his back.

“It’s alright, your sister is quite the young woman.”

“A wretch that is.” He says, making you snicker. “Not far off.”

“I do love her, but her demeanor is fitting of her title. Spoiled princess.” Wanda is approaching, blatantly ignoring you. “Brother.”

“My sweet Wanda, oh how I have not missed you.” Wanda rolls her eyes as the two embrace. “I assume you’ve met Y/N.” He gestures over to you, making you smirk. “Yes, my lord, it seems as though she loathes the name.”

Pietro looks over at Wanda who shoots you at not so subtle glare. “I love your name, Y/N.” He smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Much appreciated, my lord.”

“Ugh! Have I not told you about the formalities?! No more!” He pats your shoulder, walking off to his parents as your eyes meet Wanda’s. “I’ve only to escort you to your chambers, and you will not see me for the rest of the night.” You say with a kind smile.

“Hmm. And where are your chambers?”

“I sleep in the house near the stables, but my noblemen share my intended room.”

“How come?” You shrug. “I enjoy sleeping naked in bales of hay.”

Wanda looks slightly flustered, making you chuckle. “Sorry for my indiscretion. No, I um…I grew up grooming the horses, they get scared when I’m not near.” Wanda hums. “Well, I’ll bid everyone goodnight, and we can be on our way.” You nod, letting her walk away.  

———

The walk wasn’t far, and you has stopped in front of the cottage’s door. “Well. I’ve assigned two guards to watch over you at night. But I’ll probably be here early in the morning. Making my rounds.” You smile as she has no expression.

“Goodnight, princess. Welcome home.” You bow before her, making her crack a smile. When you stand up, you frown at her smile. “What?”

“Rarely anyone bows before me. At school it was only to mock.”

“Oh. Would you like me to stop?” She shakes her head no. “Do as you please.” She gives you a genuine smile before walking into the small cottage. 

You nod to yourself, uncrossing your hands from behind your back as you waltzed down the small hill. When you approached the small stable, you noticed your friend. Softly, you ran up to her, capturing her in a big hug that made her laugh, a rarity. 

“Let me down, you oaf!” You smile, letting her down as the wind blowed, her soft red hair and your tunic blowing with it. “So...How’s the princess, as spoiled as I heard?” Natasha asks curiously, making you scoff. “All you ladies do is gossip, hmm?” The woman shrugs, ringing out the towel in her hand. 

“She is fine, a bit spoiled, but nothing not expected of her.”

“Hmm.” The door on the other side opened, and there May was. “To sleep, you two. The guard don’t like us fraternizing.” You chuckle as Natasha’s hand covered your chest. “I am the guard, May.” She rolls her eyes, brushing you off as she walks out. 

“Well, that’s my cue.” She turns back to you, kissing you on the cheek as she walks backwards the door May left from. She gives you an air kiss, and you pretend to catch, punding your chest hard as you fall on your back dramatically, making her laugh.  

“Goodnight, oaf.”

“Goodnight, my widow.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #royal au #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x re #natasha romanoff x you

[lesbian-deadpool]

Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope (Re-write)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,245

Warnings:  Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress, so many emotions.

Request: Nope.

Summary: After a long and tedious “battle” with the adoption system, you finally get your daughter back.

A/N: I wholly believe that Valentines Day should be about all forms of love, not just romantic. Hence this family fic! When I originally wrote this, I knew I could do it better, but my writers block wouldn’t allow that to happen, so I decided to re-write it now.

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not my pics)

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The adoption process was complex and complicated.

You probably should have assumed that walking into it.

Being a pair of Avengers did nothing to help in that aspect.

Not really.

On one hand, you were well-known across the globe- Household names even, be that of words good and foul.

But on the other hand, you were dangerous people. You would admit that yourselves. People with trauma and violent pasts -and futures to come, in your line of work- with more enemies between Natasha and yourself than you could begin to count. Some of which you didn't even know existed.

Honestly, who in their right mind would ever allow a child to be raised in that environment?

People have been turned down for much less.

However.

The Avengers were essentially celebrities.

And as everyone knows, that came with a lot of special treatment. Even if most of -if not all- of your team denied accepting any of it.

But in this case?

For Hope?

Your daughter?

You would do whatever you had to. Take whatever help and/or special treatment you could to get the child back in your home and where she belonged.

So, it was thanks to that, that you even had the opportunity to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings everywhere you looked. And so much more that clouded your mind.

It was a long and tedious journey.

And you still had a long way to go. The end still far in sight.

"This is pointless," you spoke from your seat on the couch, thumbs pressed against your temples, folded fingers cradling your forehead, as your girlfriends pottered around, cleaning the already sparkling apartment up.

"I know it is," Natasha said, voice just as dull as yours, as she finished fluffing a pillow, placing it back onto the couch.

"We're moving. They've already seen the house. We're not even planning on bringing Hope here. I don't get why they feel the need to evaluate this place."

"Y/N, I agree with you. I do." Natasha spun on her heel, gesturing her arms out to you in a stressed manner. "But this is just something that we have to do. No matter how illogical it may be."

With a sigh, you leaned your head back, running a hand through your hair while Natasha continued on with her stress cleaning.

"I'm sure they're trying to find drugs or weapons that we've left out or something, just to deny us."

"Could you not be so pessimistic? I thought that was my job," the redhead tried to joke, "And anyway, what more do you expect. You popped a pill in front of them before."

Your head snapped up at that. "I had a broken arm, and it was scheduled! I explained that to them, but they still looked at me like I was abusing the drugs."

It was her turn to sigh, but this time in guilt, coming over to straddle your lap, hands softly massaging the tension out of your shoulders.

"I know, and I'm sorry." It was a soft moment between the two of you, inside the eye of all the chaos your lives had become. Just relishing in the feeling of being together, foreheads pressed against the other, eyes closed, and taking calming breaths in sync with each other. "This has just got us so stressed," she stated needlessly, "I don't blame you for that." A peck to your lips. "Not in the slightest. They're just so overly critical because of what we do that it's nervewracking, and we have to walk on eggshells with them."

"I still want to punch her for bringing up your past like that."

Natasha smiled at how protective you were over her. Hands trailing from your shoulders to cradle the back of your neck. "You can want to all you like. As long as you don't actually do it."

"But it would be so satisfying."

At your mischievous words, the love of your life pressed her lips firmly against yours, leaving you to feel her smile against your skin, soon pulling you into one of your own.

It quickly turned into a make-out session, with the woman softly running her thumbs across your ears and your hands trailing up her back, pulling her further against you, basking in one another's love.

However, it wasn't meant to last. As not long later, you were interrupted by a knock at the door of your temporary apartment, signalling the case worker was here.

"Oh, God, I haven't finished cleaning up," Natasha rushed from your lap, panic washing over her like a tsunami, with you following just as quick.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, just like she did with you not that long ago, you spoke to her in a comforting tone, "Hey, don't worry. The place looks like Cinderella lives here, okay? It's perfect. Everything will be fine."

"God, I hope you're right," she breathed, watching as you strode over to answer the door and allow the woman to step inside the, quite frankly, spotless abode.

---

With your arms folded across your chest, you watched as someone picked apart your home with a keen eye, knowing they were trying to find anything incriminating against you and your girlfriend.

"And where will the child be sleeping."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the woman, having told her you were midway through moving to a new home many times already.

"Not here," you stated.

Natasha jabbed her elbow into your ribs, scolding your dry statement and tone, "Uh, we already filed our move to the agency a few months ago. You've seen the house."

"Can I ask why you're still living here, then?"

"Well, we're just prepping the new home so that it's ready when we move in."

"'Prepping' how?" she asked suspiciously.

Shooting the woman a questioning look, you explained, "We painted a few rooms a couple days ago, and we're just letting it air out. We want it fully livable before we move in."

The woman hummed, nodding gently before scribbling something down in her notes.

If you could throw your arms up into the air out of exasperation and annoyance, you would, but you knew it would only make things more difficult for you to get Hope back. So, instead, you had to hold back your eye roll and sigh deeply.

At least you had some comfort in the form of Natasha rubbing circles into your back.

"And when will you be planning on moving in?"

"We're hoping in the next few weeks."

Another hum and more scribbled notes at Natasha's friendly words.

"Can I see the new house?"

"You've already been there?" you said.

"Is there a reason why you would not want me to see it again?"

"No. No, of course not," you gave in quickly, hating the way Natasha bunched up your shirt in her fist in reaction to the woman's question, "You wanna go right now?"

"That would be great."

You didn't know why your caseworker insisted on acting this way.

Feigning ignorance and asking repeated questions when the answers would only stay the same. If only to catch you out on a lie that wasn't there.

All you wanted was for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

---

You had purchased the house not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times by the same woman who acted like she didn't even know of its existence.

To the adoption agency, it seemed like you were hardly doing anything to the place, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole house, at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared in the city. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

It had taken a long time of scouring the many retail sites and an insane amount of open house walks to finally find the perfect home for you to begin your little family.

The home was large. Well… bigger than your one-bedroom apartment, at the very least.

It was a traditional-looking, colonial place in Long Island. With white panelling lining the outside, four bedrooms with a porch out front, a large front and back yard, and even a pool at the back.

It would take a lot of work before it would get to how you and Natasha wanted it for your growing family.

But it was a perfect place to start.

You had considered getting a place, possibly a townhouse, in the city. So as to be close to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ -where you both now worked the majority of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both trying to adopt Hope, he wouldn't accept otherwise, though there were no complaints from either of you. He even went as far as to lower your hours and take you off of missions altogether. Just until you were all settled- but had decided against it. You and Natasha had the picture of teaching Hope how to ride a bike when she was old enough. Of ice cream trucks driving the streets and family memories of summers in the backyard.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he had insisted. And with how sneaky he could be, he would find a way to pay for the home, no matter what.

So, you relented.

Letting the billionaire pay for your home, and you would cover the renovation expensive -even if Tony wanted to pay for that too- and the man also helped plan the renovation.

"Oh, a lot has changed since the last time I was here."

"Oh, so now you remember," you mumbled, to yourself, as you closed the door while Natasha escorted the roman through the entryway.

"What was that, dear?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just said that the door needs another lick of paint." You pointed behind you with your thumb.

Natasha shot you a knowing look. However, the caseworker believed you, with no further questions.

"Would you like another tour?" Natasha offered the woman, who accepted gratefully.

"And this is where we hope Hope will be staying." The redhead finished off the tour, leading her into the newly decorated bedroom, with you following closely behind.

The bare room was painted in a light pink tone, with hardwood flooring and white skirting.

"We still have to pick up the furniture. But we're just waiting for the room to be painted first."

"Yeah, Hope's not gonna sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It looks decorated to me," she countered.

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, she has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the child he took in with his fiancé."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"The very same," you replied, nodding along with Natasha, "He's not the only one either. Tony's trying to adopt the two he and his wife took in."

"Yes. I've seen them around the office," she spoke a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on furnishing the room?"

"Hopefully, during the next few weeks," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

Every time Stephany hummed, and scrawled further notes onto the paper on her clipboard, your heart rate spiked out of anxiety.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So far. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork, for your to drive her back to your apartment so she could get in her own car and leave.

"We know." You nodded. "We're actually going shopping for a crib today."

"And Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that is good news." Stephane smiled fully for the first time today. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

You beamed at the aspect of that.

Natasha sighed happily. "We truly can't wait."

It wasn't long later that you were back in your temporary apartment home after wishing the dirty-blonde woman a goodbye.

Turning, you beamed over to a just as happy Natasha on the sidewalk after watching the caseworker drive off.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your redheaded girlfriend gushed excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filled your soul with a warmth that travelled all the way into your bones.

You easily matched her emotions, arms coming 'round to wrap around her waist, pulling her into your chest and lifting the woman off her feet, spinning her around as she squealed happily.

Placing her back down onto the cement, you replied, "I know, honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

---

One minute you would feel a high that was pure happiness from the aspect of getting your child back. Of even just seeing her. And, in the next, you would be in the deepest depression.

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it usually would be. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Everything felt like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Almost like you were stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

First, there was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children had birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them from evil corporations. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

It was difficult to decern, as nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had literally been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

Natasha and yourself -along with the other Avengers hoping to adopt- had to watch as Government's across the globe essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you fed and clothed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, lucky for you, the wait would soon be over.

Months later, the children were officially classed as American citizens. Which made it one hundred times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which was honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard it still was.

You didn't want to admit it, but there were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child. That you would never be allowed to take her home. She would never be able to sleep in the room she would have adored.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you with the same worries. Saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope return to your little family.

It was so fucking hard.

It was during one night when Natasha rolled over to face you in bed after you had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting, which you pretty much had memorised at this point. Uttering how you were "Never going to get her back", that there was "Just no way, they would ever let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

---

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope since having to give her up. However, you had only been able to see her a handful of times since that dreadful day.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inclination that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way.

It was almost mindboggling to picture how your life was the year before.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha and the rag-tag group of heroes you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow,' you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up.'

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your girlfriend. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life, consequently breaking both of your hearts.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

But your fears were unfounded.

As that was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open, reviling you both to the little girl. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces. As the redhead tried to hold back her happy tears.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting mother and daughter.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short, fluffy hair, you grinned when she reached her arms up towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you happily accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you," You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta' tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked and prodded her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watched as you pulled your hands up in front of your face, wiggling your fingers almost spookily at them. The girls turned to each other with blank faces, "They're silly, aren't they?"

Almost like she could understand her, Hope beamed at Natasha.

Then they walked away, further into the room, with you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Just then, a clearing of someone's throat sounded through the room to gain your attention.

Who could only be your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

Natasha chuckled softly at your words before greeting the woman that had been waiting for you, albeit impatiently.

"Hello, Stephany," your girlfriend said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. With you following suit.

"Hello." She nodded back curtly. "How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Much of the same. Exhausted though," you told her honestly, "We're finally moving into the house, so. I just want to have everything done and Hope home, then sleep for a week."

Natasha smiled at you over her shoulder, remembering how hard you were working last night to finish building and moving all of the furniture into Hope's room, even at the expense of your sleep.

Stephany smiled slightly, before it dropped, and a gust of air left her nose.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later then."

Your few hours with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined.

You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book, and tried to coax her into giving you a name of your own. But to no luck.

You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now, you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. With Hope's hands resided on the redhead's cheeks, watching her mother with such care and concentration in her eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day,' you hoped, 'one day.'

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.

Just like last time.

And the time before that.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

But somehow, it just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, although silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

You couldn't handle it anymore. So you quickly strode over, wrapping the two up in your arms. Pressing a kiss to Natasha's temple, then to Hope's forehead. Tears spilling from your own eyes. However, you were rendered silent.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you continued to let your tears fall. With Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best that you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, with an incredulous look, upon her face, "To keep seeing her, and not being able to take her home with us. It just hurts so much, Nat."

"We'll get there." The love of your life reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand in comfort and understanding. "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"God, I'm cringy," you sniffed, wiping the tears from your upper lip, gaining a soft, weepy-filled chuckle from Natasha, "It just seems almost endless, babe."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips brushed against the skin as she continued, "We'll bring her home one day. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right. You should know that by now."

---

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted, it had taken a lot longer than you had hoped for -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her like that ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

The day would be in your memories for the rest of your life.

You would never forget that day in the courthouse.

As soon as you entered the room where the judge would legally bind you and Natasha to your daughter, you heard an unmistakable outcry.

"Daddy!"

Not knowing any better, Hope ran over to your shocked form, haphazardly pushing through the swinging gate.

You scooped the girl up easily, hugging her close to your chest. Turning to a just as shocked Natasha, you breathed, "She gave me a name!"

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But... I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp at your girlfriend, seeing right through you.

"Why, I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antis but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by lifting both of her arms.

She was already taking after you, and Natasha couldn't wait to see what other habits she would pick up from you.

Your redheaded girlfriend sighed dreamily after you as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On the way to the car, with Hope mumbling, trying to copy your cheers.

She couldn't remember a time when she was this happy.

It had been a long time since that time.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would entail, with two of her favourite people now by her side.

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don’t be shy feel free to share any and all beefy!nat thoughts with us 😉

well if you insist...

I think we're all in agreement that Nat has biceps for days. Right? we've reached a consensus there. yum.

HOWEVER, consider: the woman does. Not. Skip. Leg day. I'm talking thighs, y'all. THIGHS you can SIT on.

ahem.

can't forget the abs. Nat absolutely has a six pack & absolutely flexes it whenever she can. WHENEVER. I want to lick them

honestly I once had a girlfriend who rock climbed and the strength that those people have really shows. so now I headcanon that Nat rock climbs for fun like some kind of thrill junkie idiot (she's totally the type) and she displays those gains

BUTT. she has ass. I'll leave it there.

I just want beefy!nat to pick me up and pin me down and I think we all agree

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Part 7

Of the “mommy… I mean Wanda series”

Read: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A/N: ahh I finally wrote a part seven 🤭 hope you enjoy

More fluff then smut… sorry Im gonna make you wait for it 👀

Warnings: swearing, fluff, alcohol, teasing, fingering, somnophila?, mommy kink… ofc

Word count: 2092

“No, please… shush it’s too early what does she want.” You whined. It was six in the morning when Yelena called, disturbing your so far peaceful sleep. 

“Mmm, who’s calling this early?” Wanda rolled over to peak at your phone.

“Yelena.” You said before answering with a frown.

She had called you early in the morning to tell you that she had a date with a mutal friend of yours named Kate, and she desperately needed someone to help her find an outfit. After you had told him to just wear whatever she has in her closet and being generally unhelpful she abruptly hung up.

You grunted before dropping your phone and snuggling up to a sleeping Wanda. 

“What did she want?” Natasha asked, but before you could answer her phone rang.

“You’re about to find out.”

Somehow she convinced her and soon Nat was getting dressed to head off to meet her sister. Though not without calling her a few Russian swear words and complaining about why she would leave it til the very last minute like this.

You and Wanda stayed in bed cuddling for a few more hours before you felt her pull away.

“I just have some work due, keep sleeping I’ll be back in no time.” You frowned refusing to let her go.

“Oh, clingy baby today?” You snuggled into her chest.

“I have to work baby” You pouted. 

“How about I just do work right here in bed and you watch a show?” You agree, knowing this was the best offer you’d get. She sat up against the headboard, laptop on her knees as she started typing away. You settled on your tummy facing away from her and propped up your phone in front of you where you started watching friends. Occasionally you’d poke her with your foot or peak to see if you could get her attention. So maybe you were a little needy, but in your defence, both of them really liked taking care of you. Eventually, you let go of the grumpiness and started to really enjoy the show. Soon Wanda's hand landed on the back of your thigh. She drew patterns up and down your bare leg. You hummed at the sensation but didn’t think of it much, as you laughed at your show. What you did notice, was when her hand slipped up higher and grabbed your butt cheek. You tense waiting for her to move further but she doesn’t. Her hand stays on your ass as she types on her computer, occasionally squeezing, making you bite down on your lip as you try to focus on what the characters are saying. Usually, you’d already be on top of her, begging for more, but you stayed put. There was something so incredibly hot about the way she so nonchalantly touched you. You were hers and if she wanted to grab at your ass while working, then that’s her right. You were simply going to stay still and enjoy, though you couldn’t help to occasionally move a little closer to give her better access or push against her hand a little more. Every once in a while her fingers would come dangerously close to your in her thigh and you would have to take a deep breath and pretend you weren’t getting extremely wet.

Then her hand disappeared, you frowned looking over your shoulder, seeing her closing her laptop. 

“Alright, I’m done. You get me back now, baby.” She smiled getting off the bed. You sat up looking confused.

“Let’s go get something to eat before we have to go pick up, Nat.” She gave you a quick peck on the lips, pulling you up off the bed. You desperately wanted to pull her down on top of you, but fought the urge. She smiled to herself as she walked out of the room, she was very well aware of what she’s done.

“How hungry are you? Will a snack do or should i make you something. Remember we’ll probably get take out on the way back.”  You contemplated your options. Truthfully you weren’t hungry, but you knew she wasn’t letting you get away with not eating anything. Your mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Wanda fucking you, which slowed down your decision-making a lot. Many scenarios went through your mind, as you watched her walk around the kitchen tidying up a bit. 

“Sweetheart you’ll make a decision faster if you were thinking about food.” She turned around and winked at you. You were apparently a little too obvious in your staring. 

“In my defence, food was involved in some of my thoughts…” She rolled her eyes.

“Behave.” You smile innocently walking up to her. “What do you want honey?” She puts her arms around your waist.  You glance at the covered tray on the counter, then back to Wanda with a guilty look on your face.

“You want the leftover brownies, don’t you?” She raises her eyebrows waiting for an answer. You smile and nod, happy she understood. 

“Alright sweetheart.” She chuckles and kisses you on the nose. She brings you one, and you start to take small bites. She leans in and takes a bite of the other end making you frown. 

“No. You don’t get to be grumpy. That’s payment for all those dirty little thoughts.” You fight to not roll your eyes. 

“We should bring one for Yelena she gets grumpy when she’s hungry.” Wanda laughs. 

“Oh wow, both of you?”

You shake your head licking chocolate off your lip. “Oh no, she's way worse.” 

“How do you two survive living together?” 

You just shrug. “Lots of snacks.” 

You start putting a brownie into a container. “Better put one extra brownie in here in case Natasha wants one too, wouldn’t want a war.” Wanda laughs 

“You think my baking is that good, that it would start a war malyshka?” 

You nod with a serious look on your face. “Mm definitely.” In response to this Wanda came up to hug you from behind. “I adore you.” She snuggled into your neck. “Better put in one more.” She says pointing at the container.

“Oh, you want one too?” She giggled.

“No darling but you might and then you’ll eat one of theirs and well then we got a war on our hands.” You looked offended.

“I would not.” You crossed your arms. She placed several kisses on your face until you couldn’t, hold your frown any longer.

Soon you were sitting in the car Wanda driving and you in the passenger seat. You switched between radio channels trying to find some decent music. You settled on a slow but upbeat tune. You relaxed as you swayed and did a small little dance in your seat. Forgetting everything else for a second, until you heard Wanda chuckle. You stopped momentarily but kept swaying, with red cheeks.

You were fully aware of your lack of dance skills, but staying still was another talent you lacked. 

“Don’t stop I was enjoying it. “ She smiled pulling over to the park. Once the car was still she sat back looking at you.

“I’m not gonna dance when you’re watching me like that.” You mumbled fiddling with your hands.

“Shy all of a sudden.” She leaned forward letting her hand slip between your legs only to run up and down your covered pussy. “You usually enjoy it when I watch you.” She gave you an evil smile. You were saved by Natasha opening the back door. Wanda moved back, squeezing your thigh before greeting her wife.

“Hi! How was it?” She looked back to see a sulking Yelena get into the back seat, mumbling to herself.

“Hi.” Nat smiled at you both. “Her date was a no-show.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, do you know why?” Wanda. She shook her head in response. 

“Brownies?” You asked and she accepted, grabbing the container.

“I found a great outfit.” She complained, before digging into the brownie.”I looked amazing in it too, you should have seen it.” She spoke through a mouthful. 

“Let’s go out tonight? You can wear that amazing outfit and we’ll have fun and forget all about that date.” It took zero convincing to get Yelena on board with that idea, the other two were definitely less excited. Nonetheless, you went out. Three of you stayed sober relatively sober during the night, watching out for Yelena as she downed one shot after another. You sat at the bar talking for the most occasionally you or Nat would chase away some guy that kept making passes at Wanda. Yelena was over by the pool table now making bets with some guy that she could beat him, three times in a row. It was fun to watch until she got a little out of hand with the amount of money she put on the line.

“Please tell me she’s good at pool?” Wanda asked worriedly.

“She is.” you commented.

“Let’s just hope she’s not too drunk to see the ball.” Natasha added. Lucky for her she was able to win all three rounds, letting the other gay walk away with a sad frown and a lot less money in his wallet. 

“Did you see that!!!” Yelena came running over. 

“Sure did.” Natasha smiled.

“Who wants another drink.” She held up the cash.

“Not you.” You pulled her back. “I think it’s time to go home.” Wanda and Nat agreed. Yelena didn’t seem to be listening though, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Shit.” She cursed and the three of you looked at each other in confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“I was supposed to meet her at eight, as in right now!” You started laughing earning you a punch from the blonde.

“I told you no one goes on a date at eight in the morning!!” 

“UGH!! fuck fuck fuck! What do I do now?” She panics

“Okay it’s gonna be fine, just text her and said you misunderstood and ask if you can meet here?” She gets to texting right away. She gets a quick response and you all head outside to wait for her, hoping the fresh air would sober Yelena up a bit. 

Soon enough you spot a brunette girl across the street waving at you.

“Oh fuck there she is. How do I look?” She turned to you.

“Absolutely smashed, but at least you’ll have a fun story to break the ice.” You laugh.

“I hate you.” She states turning away.

“You look great.” Nat gives her a nudge. “Now go, don’t make her wait even longer.”

“Good luck! Call if you need us.” Wanda adds as the three of you head off to the car. It’s a quiet ride home. Nat and Wanda talking about something, but you are way too tired to listen.

Natasha’s arm came around you, as you walked inside. 

“Sleepy kotenok.” She smiled, pulling you in for a kiss. You leaned in, so ready to get to bed.

“And here I was thinking you were gonna let us blow off some steam after a long day?” she smirked. Your eyes opened at that. 

“Can I please have your fingers, mommy?” You mumbled hugging Nat closer, looking over to Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Wow getting bold baby. Do you think you deserve that?” You nodded.

“What does mommy think?” Nat looked over to her wife.

“Oh, she’s earned it. I’ve teased her a lot today and she’s taken it so well.” Natasha smiled at those words, and you all headed upstairs. You had to fight not to fall asleep, ones in bed. You sat up and watched the two get undressed. Only for Nat to push you back down getting on top of you.

“Just relax baby, you’ve been such a good girl today, let us take care of you.” You closed your eyes focusing on Natasha's lips on your neck and Wanda's hands wander down your body. Soon her fingers were inside you, moving slowly. Nat pulled away to watch you for a second as you moaned at the feeling you had been craving all day. She then settled next to you cuddling you while she played with your hair as well as your breasts. Wanda was laying behind you. Her front pressed against your back, with her hand still buried between your legs.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned as Wanda adjusted your legs so she could push deeper into you.

“You’re doing so well kitten.” Natasha praised.

“Now be a good girl and let mommy fuck you to sleep.” 

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Calling On You

Wanda Maximoff × Natasha Romanoff x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When your ex Natasha calls up needing your help, you come to her rescue like you always have.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, anxiety/panic attacks, hurt and comfort, thigh riding, N calls R Mistress, R fingers N

A/N: I love this little piece. Also should mention this is hurt/comfort and smutty with a happy ending!

“Hey I know we haven't talked since we broke up, but I'm having a breakdown and I didn't know who else to call…” Nat talked into the phone, the answering machine. “I-” Nat was cut off by the answering machine beeping as she hung up, “I need you…” 

Nat wasn't okay when her head got like this. When everything was quiet except for her thoughts that were overwhelmingly loud about how terrible she was for everything she had done over the years. All the red in her ledger was overwhelming. Natasha Romanoff is not a good person no matter how many good things she had done.

Natasha too wrapped up in her overwhelming thoughts didn't hear you come in as you ran up to her, dropping your bag and cupping the former assassin's cheeks. 

Clearly in the middle of a major depressive episode, her eyes searching yours trying to figure out if you were in fact real.

“...you came…” Natasha whispered.

“You called.” It was a simple response, but one that resonated with Natasha as you pulled back slightly, opening up your arms for her to come crashing into. “I've got you Tasha. I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, including yourself.” Natasha started crying, heaving sobs as she tried to breath properly. “Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?” Natasha still sobbing looked around.

“My bookshelf, my TV, your bag, my peanut butter sandwich, you.”

“4 things you can touch?”

“The floor, my shirt, the curtains, you.”

“3 things you can hear?”

“The cars outside, the neighbors TV, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“My peanut butter sandwich, your perfume.” Natasha was nervous. The last one you were about to ask Natasha had only ever had one response and you could tell she wasn't sure if it would be okay now.

“One thing you can taste?” Natasha let her eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You cupped her cheek letting your thumb pad rub her cheek.

“Y-you?” Natasha questioned, but to you it wasn't; it never would be. You leaned in and kissed your ex softly, your strawberry lip gloss getting transferred onto her own dry and cracked lips. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Natasha's.

“Feel better?” You ask and Tasha nods. “Good now I know exactly what you need.” You stood up, helping Natasha up and putting her back in front of her peanut butter sandwich. “Eat please. I'm going to get everything together.” You kissed her temple before disappearing into the other room. 

Tasha did as told and ate. She heard you shuffling around and then the scent hit her, popcorn, a smile spread on her face. Suddenly she knew what you were doing, a movie night.

The two of you were on the couch watching spy movies, Natasha’s favorites as she recited them word for word during her favorite parts which you always loved to hear. A smile on your lips as you watched her intently. Natasha knew you were watching her, of course she did. She's a trained assassin and spy, but having your eyes on her was always her favorite.

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but Natasha was now laying on top of you with a blanket covering the two of you on her couch. John Wick forgotten in the background as your eyes closed along with her, running your fingers through her red and blonde locks. 

When the two of you broke up her hair was short and dyed blonde for a new identity she had taken on. One you couldn’t be a part of, that was now two years ago. 

Natasha never decided to cut or re-dye the blonde, but if you were being honest this was one of your favorite looks that the spy has pulled off. 

Natasha ends up falling asleep on you and slowly you move until she’s grumbling, straddling your lap as you smile, “Shhhh milaya devushka.” (sweet girl) you coo as she settles into your body, fitting perfectly like she always did, face buried in your neck. You hook your arms under her thighs, picking her up easily thanks to your super-human strength. 

Flashback

The first time you picked up Natasha she was surprised because you're smaller than her, much smaller. It was something that took her off guard when in the middle of a mission and you guys were ambushed, bullets flying you rushed to her side when one pierced her, picking her up without a second thought, holding her bridal style and yelling over the coms, “Natasha’s been hit, I’m getting her to safety!” Steve gave a quick reply that he could handle things.

You hadn’t been with the group long at that point and at that point besides Fury and Tony no one knew the full extent of your powers. You had told the group of having a stockpile power. The more you got hit the more you could dish back out, but you also had super strength, a speed boost, and super durability along with advanced healing.

“H-how are you doing this!?” Natasha asked as you ran quickly, dodging bullets and knocking out enemies along the way. 

“I have super strength, speed, durability, and healing. Can we discuss this after I’ve gotten you to a safe place?” You ask, getting her in the passenger seat of a car, getting yourself into the driver's seat and peeling off. 

“Fury. Agent Romanoff has been hit. En route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospital.” 

“Is Cap and Falcon holding it down?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“Update me in an hour.” 

You did just that as you sat next to Natasha, they pulled the bullet out and stitched her up. “Tasha, you have to be more careful...” you spoke somberly.

“I do what needs to get done for the mission.” She replies.

“Don’t do that with me Tasha. Don’t go cold.”

“You know I’m not trying to be cold, but this is who I am. On missions I only think about that.” Natasha defends herself.

“Tasha...I love you so can you at least try?” The words catch her off guard so much so that she can’t even form words. You put your hand behind her neck leaning your foreheads together. “Please for me Tasha.” you whisper. 

“O-okay...” You let your lips brush hers, waiting for her to reciprocate and when she does you melt into the kiss, into her.

End Flashback

You watched Natasha for a few moments, breathing evened out, lips slightly parted. Your attention is pulled away as your phone vibrates in your pocket, it's your girlfriend. You slip back out to the living room trying not to disturb her, but Natasha is a light sleeper. 

"Hey, Wands. Sorry I rushed out the door earlier," You apologized, trying to keep your voice low.

"Where did you run off to?" Wanda inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

"Tasha called me," You admitted, knowing that honesty was the foundation of your relationship.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Wanda spoke again. "She hasn't called you since you two broke up. What happened?"

You sighed, explaining the situation to Wanda. "She was having a really bad night. She needed some grounding."

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Wanda asked, her concern shifting to the practicalities of our shared life.

"I don't think so," You replied honestly.

It was quiet for a moment before you decided to be completely transparent. "Wands, I'm going to be honest with you. Natasha and I kissed. It was always a part of grounding her back, and you should know that because I'd never lie to you."

Wanda absorbed the information, and after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Do you think anything else is going to happen?"

"I don't think so. She's sleeping now. We just had a movie night, watched her spy movies, a little bit of cuddling, but she was tired from her panic attack," you explained.

"Well, if anything does, you have permission," Wanda granted, her trust in our relationship evident.

"You're so cute, Wands. I know you'd want to be here for that," you teased, feeling the warmth of your connection even through the phone.

"S-shut up, Y/N/N. Just enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna see what Carol and Val are up to tonight," Wanda chuckled.

"Okay, pretty girl. You have fun too, okay?" You told her.

"Of course. Whatever I end up doing is going to be fun. I love you, Detka," Wanda declared affectionately.

"I love you too, querida,(dear)" you replied before hanging up. 

With a Gatorade in hand, you made your way back to Natasha's room, choosing an old shirt of hers from the closet. The shirt was large on you, but you loved the comfort it brought. Opting to go without pants, you crawled into bed, wrapping your arms around Natasha.

She stirred, her eyes meeting your own in the dim light. "I thought you were asleep, meu amor," you whispered, pushing some hair out of her face and cupping her cheek.

You saw a shiver run through her, and a smile played on your lips as you settled in for the night, grateful for the warmth and connection that surrounded the two of you.

"You're still here..." Tasha whispered, barely audible. 

"Yeah, of course. Wanda called because of how quickly I left the house earlier. She's going to go have some fun with Carol and Val," you explained softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's face.

Her emerald eyes searched yours, a hint of vulnerability lurking behind their depths. "What about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you tightened your hold around her, drawing her closer to you. "I am going to stay right here," you replied, your voice low and reassuring. "And take care of you. Whatever that entails."

You felt her body relax against your own, her warmth seeping into your skin as she nestled closer. But you needed to hear it from her, to know that she wanted this as much as you did.

"So tell me, using those big girl words of yours, what is it you want out of this?" You asked, your voice deepening with desire. You knew the effect your voice had on her. It was a connection that transcended any physical touch, an enchantment that bound the two of you together in a dance of desire and longing.

"What can we do?" Natasha ask. A mischievous grin played on your lips as I watched Natasha's reaction, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at your teasing words.

"Anything, sweetie," You reiterated, your voice low and suggestive. "When I say Wanda's going out with them, I mean it in the dirtiest way that little brain of yours can imagine. Go on, imagine it. I love thinking about it."

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her skin as you whispered into her ear, relishing in the way her body squirmed against yours in response to your words. The anticipation crackled between the two of you, igniting a fire that burned with desire and longing.

Natasha's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her mind undoubtedly conjuring up all sorts of illicit fantasies. And as her blush deepened and her breath quickened, you knew that whatever you two decided to do next would be nothing short of exhilarating.

"You wanna know something?" You continued, relishing in the way her body responded to your touch. She nodded eagerly, her lips still caught between her teeth.

"There have been times where Wanda's gone off with Carol and them fucking?" You murmured, watching her reaction with a predatory gleam in your eyes. "It's like two universes clashing, their powers coming undone from each other. It's such a beautiful sight. Val and I love watching them collide like two stars."

As you spoke, Natasha's hips began to move against your leg, seeking friction and release. You smirked, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you as you continued to explore her body with your hands, each touch reigniting the passion that had always simmered between you two.

"That's a good girl," you whispered, encouraging her to let her fantasies run wild. "Keep thinking about it."

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you surrendered to the heat of the moment, losing yourself in the sensation of her body against your own. It felt as though no time had passed since you last shared this intimacy, your connection burning brighter than ever before. And as your desires collided like celestial bodies in the night sky, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

The intoxicating sounds of pleasure that escaped Natasha's lips only fueled your desire further, igniting a primal hunger within you that demanded to be sated. The knowledge that you had the infamous Black Widow submitting to you, surrendering herself completely, filled you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

With a firm grip on her hip, you let your nails dig into her skin, relishing in the way she responded with a soft mewl of pleasure. "Keep moving your hips, baby," you encouraged, guiding her movements against your leg. "Just like that. I can feel you all over me. Is that from thinking about Wanda and Carol?" you teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to form a coherent response, her body moving against yours in a rhythm that spoke volumes. But you wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's not a proper response, sweetie," you chided lightly, your grip on her hip tightening slightly. "What's my name?"

Her hesitation was palpable, but her body continued to move against yours until you intervened, halting her movements with a firm grip. "Answer me," you demanded, your voice laced with authority. "Otherwise, I can leave you like this."

Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated with desire and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Good girl," you whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, your bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.

The sensation of Natasha's body writhing beneath you, her soft moans and desperate pleas echoing in the air, fueled the fire burning within you. With a wicked smile, you continued to dig your nails into her skin, guiding her hips as she rolled against you, her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs.

"Mmmm, Mistress...need..." she murmured, her voice laced with desire as she surrendered herself to the depths of subspace.

"What do you need, baby girl?" You whispered against her neck, your lips trailing kisses along her skin as you savored the taste of her.

"Need you. Inside. Please, Mistress!" Natasha begged, her desperation palpable as she sought release from the tormenting pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through you, your desire for her growing with each passing moment. With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you withdrew your fingers from her hips and slid them past the waistband of her shorts, reveling in the feeling of her wetness coating your skin.

"Gods, you're soaked, krasivaya devushka,(pretty girl)" you whispered, your voice husky with desire as you teased her folds with feather-light touches. "Tell me, what made you like this?"

Natasha's breath hitched as your fingers danced along her sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of gasps and moans from her lips. "Th-thinking about... ah... Wands... and Captain..." she managed to stutter out, her words punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you continued to tease her, your fingers delving deeper and deeper until she was on the brink of ecstasy. "Keep thinking about it while I stick my fingers in and make you see stars."

With that, you plunged your fingers inside her, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that sent her spiraling into the depths of bliss. And as she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling against yours, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

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As you scrambled to cover yourselves at the sound of the front door opening, Wanda walked into Natasha's bedroom with three coffees in hand, a smirk playing on her lips at the sight of us.

"Good morning. Did you two sleep well? Because I was kept up all night," Wanda teased, unfazed by your half-naked state.

She leaned in to give you a kiss, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Did you even brush your teeth, you heathen? I can still taste her on you!" You called her out, earning a smirk in response.

"I know you love her taste," Wanda retorted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Turning to Natasha, you asked if she had any spare toothbrushes, and she directed you to the medicine cabinet. You grabbed the coffees from Wanda, urging her to leave with a playful swat to her backside.

"Go. Now," You commanded, smirking as she yelped in surprise.

"Aww, still sore?" You teased, giving her ass another playful smack before pushing her forward. You could tell that despite her attempts to hide it, Wanda was finding it difficult to walk normally after her own night of passion.

As Wanda made her way out of the bedroom, you turned back to Natasha, a smile playing on your lips as you realized just how lucky you were to have both of these incredible women in your life.

"Do you deal with that everyday?" Natasha asks seeing how cheerful Wanda was in the morning and knowing full well you was never a morning person. 

"Yeah, I deal with that every day," You replied to Natasha's question, observing Wanda's cheerful demeanor in the morning. "But I can tell she had a good time, so it's worth it."

Taking a sip of your lavender oat milk latte, you let out a content hum. "And when she comes home with coffee and breakfast from my favorite place, how can I be upset in the morning?"

Natasha took a sip from her coffee, realizing it was her go-to order. "Did you tell her...?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Actually, I told her once, two years ago," You explained, recalling the incident. "I was getting us drinks and accidentally ordered yours out of habit for Wanda, and ended up with an extra drink."

"And she remembered?" Natasha inquired, surprised by Wanda's attention to detail.

"I guess so. It's never been brought up again," you replied with a shrug, impressed by Wanda's ability to remember such small details.

As you finished your conversation about Wanda's thoughtfulness, she made her way back into the bedroom, joining you two on the bed with breakfast in hand.

"I do have breakfast if either of you are up for it," she offered, looking between the two of you with a smile.

"Thank you, babe. You're always so attentive," you praised, watching as Wanda did a cute little wiggle, scrunching up her nose in response. I could see the smile it brought to Natasha's face, and my heart swelled with love for both of them.

"Is this what it would be like? This easy?" Natasha spoke quietly, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

"What do you mean, meu amor?" You asked, taking a bite of your bagel.

"This. Us. All three of us. This just feels so easy, like falling into a comfortable bed or couch after a long day," Natasha explained, her words carrying a hint of wonder.

You looked at Wanda and smiled, tilting your head, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

'Go on,' you spoke to Wanda telepathically.

"Natasha, this can be whatever you want," Wanda began, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Y/N and I are together, but we would both love to have you join us. If you want that. But you can always just be with Y/N, or you don't even have to define it as a relationship. You can just come and go as you please, and we'll always be willing to let you join in our fun, whether that be one or both of us."

Wanda's words held a comforting warmth, a sense of safety that enveloped Natasha like a protective embrace. Her ability to convey reassurance was remarkable, and you could see the impact it had on Natasha, who seemed to be considering the possibilities laid out before her.

As Wanda spoke, her words filled the room with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. Your heart swelled with emotion as she confessed her feelings for both Natasha and you, recounting the cherished memories you shared during our movie nights and bonding moments.

"But what I'm trying to say, really, is through the little moments the three of us used to share, I ended up falling for both of you," Wanda continued, her accent thickening with emotion. You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as she spoke.

"When Y/N told me about why you two broke up and how she still had feelings, I ended up spilling my own to her about you as well," Wanda confessed, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "We talked it over for a long time and decided you would be the only actual fit to keep in our dynamic because we already had it before."

As Natasha set down her breakfast, wiping her hands on the sweatpants the two of you had managed to grab for her, her expression was a mix of surprise and tentative hope.

"I... I would... I'd like that... the three of us again," Natasha managed to say, her voice filled with emotion.

Without hesitation, Wanda and you both moved to entangle yourselves with Natasha, enveloping her in a tight embrace. In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and you knew that together, the three of you could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Eu amo vocês dois,(I love you both)" you mumbled against Natasha's shoulder, feeling the weight of your shared love in the air.

"Я тоже тебя люблю,(I love you too)" both Natasha and Wanda responded simultaneously, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

"I already have both of you conditioned so well. My good little baby," you remarked with a playful smirk, cupping Natasha's cheek tenderly before turning to Wanda and doing the same. "And my good little pet."

You leaned in to kiss Wanda's lips first, savoring the softness and warmth before turning to Natasha and pressing your lips against hers. In that moment, surrounded by the love of these two incredible women, you felt a sense of completeness wash over your body.

"My two beautiful girls. Mine, all mine," you whispered, sealing your bond with a promise of love and devotion. And as you embraced each other, you knew that together, the three of you were unstoppable.

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Kissing Booth

Natasha Romanoff x F!R (College AU)

Tired of your girlfriends on and off kind of love, you set off to see just how invested she is in keeping you | WC: 2,848

Warnings: Toxic-Ish themes | Jealous Nat | Blood

Smut: Public | Jean-Riding (R) | Oral (R) | Degradation (Slut)

18+ | Minors DNI

"Y/N Y/L/N's pledge to the campuses first ever, Mental Wellness Festival is: a one woman booth meant to stimulate your joy receptors; a smooch of serotonin. Fellas, swing on by and steal a kiss, from the palm of my hand, and enjoy your sweet treat. Ladies and They's lean in closer love, if you set the right price, you can take the grand prize—a kiss of your choosing; my lips taste like artificial cherry and melted chocolate if that's of any interest to you. All proceeds go to a fund set in place to create better avenues for those suffering to cope with their hefty course loads as they manage heavy thoughts too." Natasha read the words over and over again in her traumatized mind until her pure feelings came to a boil as she huffed and ripped the paper off of the wall of every place she'd found it.

———

It didn't matter though. Because even though she took them down within the same hour they'd gone up, when she stepped onto the quad lit up by stadium lights she saw that your booths line had wrapped around the diamond twice in the five minutes that it was open.

Her fists clenched briefly as she saw Wanda and Carol, her sorority sisters, eagerly stood in line. Then she shook her head with a near manic laugh. The redhead truly felt bad for the other people here who thought that you'd actually kiss them on their mouths. Foolish to even dream of it really, because you knew better than to let them taint your sweet lips with their lust.

Theirs was carnal; vile another way to express that they wouldn't care for you like she would. Hers was soul crushing, but in the euphoric sense, because you knew no matter what happened between you two, that you were never alone. Natasha might be away, or distant, but she'd never leave you to become another's prey.

Far too perfect for her to lose to her traitorous sisters. They'd be dealt with later, but right now, your (ex) girlfriend had to focus on creeping in the shadows. Watching to see just how far you'd push her buttons.

All Natasha needed was your patience for a month, not even the full thirty days honestly. It was only meant to be a break so that she could focus on her studies, the way her A+'s, and full marks had dropped to A-'s had scared her into thinking that space would help fix it.

It didn't, but she pretended it did because she could not psych herself out of sticking to her desired path. You clearly lacked the patience and respect only your mommy could teach you. The exams are literally next week, you've been so good up until this final stretch. Not bothering her with physical ambushes, or even texting her, which she actually scolded you for, to which you re-shared your location with her just to limit the contact you'd have to make with her through text.

That hurt her feelings a bit, but she refused to wallow in the mess that she'd made. Your feelings were hurt first, and the aftermath treated hers no kinder, and lord knows this wasn't the first time she's done this.

That was in high school, junior year, and you were distraught by the decision. Then Summer came with apologies, and forgiveness. Now, in your fourth and final year of undergrad, you're just used to it. For some reason she just kept getting away with it unscathed...

Until now at least.

The woman you craved watched you with dilated eyes that caught everything. She's only hiding to see who you flirt with, genuinely, and consequently putting them on her list of people whose life she must now ruin in relation to you. Her mind raced when you let an older woman peck your cheek, she had only given you $500, and yet you let the corners of your lips brush.

Natasha growled in place of a whimper, she couldn't get the infuriating image out of her mind, her eyes burned with frustration as she pictured you and the football captain's girlfriend leaving the field together.

The redhead wouldn't let that happen. Darcy Lewis, the gifted scientist, and lover to a Mr. Sam Wilson, would leave here sooner in a body bag than with you.

Natasha pictured shoving the overzealous woman off of a cliff, then she'd return so she could approach you as she dug in her deep crossbody fanny pack, to then slam her wad of cash into the full jar, pull you up into a bruising kiss, and lift the bowl as she kicked the table over, helping flip to the red closed sign for good.

It was $4,000 in hard cash, money she'd just pulled out this morning to get a cashiers check for rent and to pay her other bills; Natasha was pissed, you sure felt that in the way that she harshly nibbled on your lips, cracking open the silky smooth skin; bright red blood smeared your coffee stained teeth. Everyone's whispers of fury and shock were drowned out as your heart pounded wildly in your chest. Natasha hungrily sought out this elevated moment where she took a chance and recklessly guided your body around the corner until she could slam you up against a random concrete wall.

.... It paid off.

"Oh fuck," you huffed as your exposed upper back brushed against prickly vines, the crisp chill in the air instantly solidifying your blood against your skin. You could hardly care about the pain though as Natasha's thigh brushed against the bare cunt you'd sported beneath your skirt the entire night. That shiny metal chair was dripping with your essence as you saw your soulmate (ex-girlfriend) watching you with fury.

You were drenched, painfully needy, and screaming: "Natasha please—god I'm so fucking wet right now!"

"I know you are slut," she growled as her sharp canines grazed over the throbbing veins of your jugular. "I can feel your sticky mess through my jeans." You mewled at the rough press of your slick cunt to her pants, it had you seeing staticky stars. If she kept up a steady pace you were certain to be discovering galaxies. "Mmm, I need to cum mommy, need to cum so bad, please!"

"Yeah?" She scoffed, and you nodded frantically. "Well I need my money back, but instead I've donated it to do with these lips as I please so how about you shut it."

You didn't heed her warning, "Please, I'm sorry..."

"So fucking greedy," she growled, the glare she held as she pulled away from your neck sparked a thrill of fear to run straight to your core, your pretty eyes plead for reprieve, and naturally, the redhead gave in. "Go ahead slut, but make sure to let them hear you." Natasha's arms flexed as she expertly guided your core against the rough material of her jeans, and so you moaned out into the world her outwardly embarrassing title, letting everyone know they never stood a chance, it was a beautiful symphony to your on and off again lover that ended on a high note when she heard a familiar gush.

While you heavily panted, desperately breathing in the crisp night air that chilled your lungs into a hitch, she reveled in how the delicate rumble felt against her lips that were spread against the thin skin of your throat. Her tongue darted out, licking up the salty layer atop of your tacky skin, her teeth brushed back down, going the opposite way her tongue just had. The redheads goal of an endgame was etched into your exposed skin.

Your collarbones now decorated with her marks; ones that spoke of jealousy, and paired with a fragile love. You whimpered softly, the way her wet lips suckled on the already marked skin of your thudding pulse point bled off into the more painful side of things. Her wet tongue slid over the same spot in apology, then her lips founds yours after she kissed up the side of your neck.

Natasha's lips pressed against yours much softer than before, but you could tell she was frustrated with you. Which was fair, and matched as you stewed yourself, a part of you did feel guilty, but mostly, you felt broken.

But you weren't about to cry, no, you'd rather get mad.

It was what the naive asshole had earned. Natasha was great, a caring girlfriend who looked to you to smother with all of her love, the last six years together were a dream come true. A dream that faded into a nightmare whenever she becomes stressed, becoming someone you hardly recognize. She'd become dismissive, cold and quick to call for a blip; a break in your sacred union. Each time she said the same thing, "Just a bit of space is all I need, we'll be okay, mommy promises."

It was what she needed—never you, but she made it seem as if you'd happily agreed to her conditional love. As if letting you feel like her life could only improve if you were to leave it was something you took positively.

You were young, and carefree but not dumb enough to not know this wasn't healthy and maybe for your own petty thrill, you wanted to test her very limits. To see if she might just see what she risks losing, but you feel like all she got from this was more frustration. It only took a moment for her to huff that angrily against your chapped lips. "All I asked of you was for time Y/N."

You leaned your head back and pouted, eyes soft like a wounded puppy's. "We're better together Tasha."

Natasha sighed, "I know detka," she conceded with ease, her guilty face falling into the crook of your neck as she took in a calming breath. "I've been miserable without you honey, but we had to know that this could work. I'm going to have to travel for work, and I don't want to have to worry about you entertaining others."

"I'd never cheat," you hissed, "You asked for a break, that means we're no longer in a relationship Natasha."

"That's not what I meant and you know it Y/N," her nails dug into your sides. "Never have we ever ran a kissing booth during one, now stop being so difficult."

"I'm not being difficult Natasha, I'm doing charity work, and having a bit of fun as I do it." You shrugged and she frowned. "So breaking my heart is fun?"

You sighed softly, unwilling to unpack the hypocrisy of her words, "The only way this works out is if only your body leaves me in those times, but if you're saying random bouts of silence is the final answer th—." Nat cut you off, "You stopped texting Y/N, not me."

"Yeah, because you just wanted a 'good morning' and 'night' or an 'I'm home' after my classes got out, and you'd simply like it. Not even a 'morning love' or a 'glad you made it home safe' or an 'I love you.' in response."

"I needed to focus on school," she tried to defend, it was a pathetic excuse, and you both knew it. "Then you can do that Natasha, but I won't be waiting for you anymore, these breaks in affection are killing me."

"What? I-." You pressed your hands to her shoulders and attempted to push her away but she fiercely stood her ground. "What are you saying Y/N? Because I—."

"Need to let me go," you tiredly replied, "If I, um, if our relationship is too much of a problem for you on your journey to success then it's best we end this now."

Natasha's heart froze in her chest, the idea made her ill. "No!" Natasha fell to her knees, lips brushing over your abdomen before her hands lifted your skirt, and then her nose was nudging the wet skin of your thigh beside your cunt. "I'll do better honey, I swear to it." Her lips trembled, "No more breaks," her voice cracked and your heart sank. Your hands fell to the outline of her head that was buried beneath your skirt, her erratic breaths fanned across the sticky mess between your thighs and your body shivered. "Natasha, get up."

You felt the godly crafted curve of her nose nudge your clit as she shook her head, your mind was reeling with desperation, the same as her words. "I'm insane Y/N, clearly, because my reckless hypocrisy nearly lost me you, but I'm not so crazy that I'd actually let you go."

"Nat..." your muttering of her name cut off in a shaky breath as you felt her shake her head again, the thin twigs snapped as you threw your head back. "No," she murmured against the slick curve of your labia, a wet kiss made your hip jolt off the wall and slip more of her face between your folds. "You are my home Y/N."

Your heart stuttered as you heard her sniffle, her warm tears cascaded over the slick of your thighs and soaked into the cracks of your kneecaps. Hurting her wasn't something you relished in, but it was also necessary.

You knew that up until now things had been toxic, but you also knew your threat of dissolution wouldn't be dismissed. Natasha wouldn't let you go, she'd fell for you way back in middle school, she had the diary's in a locked drawer outlining your future together, the stars were aligned well before you knew, and they officially clicked when she made her move sophomore year.

After puberty gave her a much needed confidence boost she'd asked you out, using homecoming as an excuse, and you didn't hesitate to say yes. She kissed you after walking you home, her mind shifted when her lips pressed into yours, giving her a taste, and from that moment forward she has held on possessively.

Which is why you knew the moment your flyers went up that she would be all over you. A minute part of you lived for these raw moments where the insecurities her distance had created are edged out of your wary mind. Natasha wasn't a fan of breaking your heart either, but with who her parents are you can show her some grace, her expression was clearly a byproduct of their neglect.

Especially when she worked your body so perfectly. "Mmm, fuck," you gasped abruptly, mind exceptionally fuzzy as her despair had turned into the sloppiest head you'd ever received in your life. The noises were lewd, not even the school's festival could drown her out the more her tongue lavished away at your oozing cunt.

Natasha forgot what it was like to breathe for a long moment, her nose and mouth too busy working together to keep your mind fuzzy from pleasure. It was also her way of relishing the time she spent with your intimacy, fear clawing at her heart that this could be it.

The final time she was able to make you cry out her name, to make you feel this good, to love you as she always should. Her mind ran wild with the thought that you might've been scoping out your next lover tonight—could Wanda or Carol be better suited for you? No! She shook her head again and you came, crying out for her—you needed her, and her alone.

Natasha's nails dug into your ass, spreading your cheeks so that she could delve even further into your core with her tongue. Intent solely on drinking you dry, not that she ever really could, no matter how much she lapped away you never failed to become wet again. It was a vicious cycle that she endured with glee.

Your essence was something she always savored, but in this exact moment she found herself rushing to clean it up, her body now plagued with a persistent urge to cry.

Tears and slick intermixed on your thighs, creating their own slippery consistency that led to the redhead falling further into you as she tried to push herself up. You chuckled slightly before reaching a hand down to help her to her feet, the humor dying as soon as her face was leveled with yours. It was hard to feel joy when the love of your life looked so damn despaired.

"Oh Tasha," you coo'd, hands gentle as they cupped her  wet cheeks. "Please, don't leave me detka," she sobbed, her slick hands laid over yours, attempting to keep the comfort of your touch on her, even if it was forced. Fortunately, your intent was only to bring her closer as you pulled her face forward and into a sloppy kiss. The way she whimpered at the affection solidified your choice to stay and fight for the love you knew existed.

"Take me home baby, these lips are yours to keep."

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Kinktober (11)- Power Imbalance

Boss Natasha X Employee Reader 18+

Summary: When you were called into your boss's office, you were expecting to be fired, not fucked on her desk.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Boss/Employee relationship, Fingering, Oral, Brief Spanking, Desk Sex, Multiple orgasms 

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“Miss Y/L/N,” you look up when you hear a woman say your name, a soft smile gracing her lips, “Miss Romanoff would like to see you in her office.” Fear ran through your body at the sympathetic look the woman gave you afterwards, your mind running a million miles an hour as you tried to figure out why your boss would want to see you in her office. When the woman turned and walked a few steps, looking over her shoulder at you expectantly making your eyes widen.

“N-now?” you stuttered out, not ready to face one of the most intimidating women you’ve ever met, especially when all your brain can think about is her firing you.

“Yes Miss Y/L/N, now,” there's a slight smile tugging at her lips, “I’d hurry if I were you, she doesn’t like to wait.” Papers go flying off your desk as you scramble out of your seat to catch up with the woman, following her confident stride with anxiety coursing through you. Once you reach the door with a sign saying Miss Romanoff, you take in a deep breath before turning to the woman for some support only to find her gone. Nervously, your knuckle raps against the door as you wait for a response, a professional ‘come in’ muffled by the door.

“Take a seat Miss Y/L/N,” she says to you without even looking away from her paperwork, fingers swiftly flicking through the pages before closing the file and turning her attention to you. You listen to her, an apology and mini speech ready in your mind in case she does fire you as you sit in the surprisingly comfortable seat. “I suppose you’re wondering why I called you in here?” Her tone is full of professionalism as she addresses you, her posture amazing as you try and not focus on the suit she’s wearing and how amazing she looks in it.

“Yes Miss Romanoff,” you manage out, feeling small under her intense gaze, a blush tinting your cheeks.

“Well, we’re here to discuss your work here at Avengers so far and what you have done,” your mind dreads what’s to come, you thinking you have horribly messed up all the paperwork you have done for the company so far. “Can you tell me when you handed in the completed file regarding the Strucker case?”

“Uh,” you search for the answer in your brain, taking a moment to remember fully what happened. You remembered staying after your shift had finished to complete the case file, being the last worker in the building to make sure you had it done a few days prior to the deadline. “I handed it in on the 5th, the deadline being the 10th,” you watch her reaction closely but to no avail as her face remains strictly professional.

“The Hydra case?”

“Handed in on the 11th but it was re-evaluated on the 12th, so um the 14th would be when it was handed in, the deadline being the 20th.” Your hands play with each other, a nervous habit you could never escape.

“Are you aware that the 11th and 12th was a weekend?”

“Yes?”

“Ok,” her fingers open the file once more, eyes scanning over the information present, “And what about the Ultron file?”

“Completed by the 25th, the deadline being the 30th,” she asks you many more questions regarding other cases you completed, your nerves building after every question.

“Are you also aware that you managed to complete eight high level priority cases within two months when it would have taken others at least three to four?” Your mouth parted at her words, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“No Miss Romanoff, I wasn’t,” you say, still a little confused.

“Well, you should be extremely impressed by yourself Miss Y/L/N,” a smile takes over your face at her compliment, your eyes watching her as she stands from her seat, walking around her desk until she could lean back on the front of it, standing directly in front of you now. “For doing so well, I have a little offer for you,” her tone drops an octave, the blush on your cheeks darkening as her green eyes look you up and down. “I can either shake your hand and congratulate you on your work, or I can find a more satisfactory way to thank you.” Her hands wrap around the metal arm rests of your seat, her body towering over yours as a wave of heat and arousal washes over you. “What will it be, Miss Y/L/N?”

You answer by slowly and cautiously leaning up to press your lips to hers, her hands cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to deepen the kiss. You moan into her mouth when her tongue slides across your bottom lip, seeking entrance to which you happily gave. Hesitantly, you placed your hands on her waist as she guided you out of the chair, spinning you around so your back hit her desk as her body pressed itself into yours. Her knee slotted between your legs, a groan escaping you at the action and breaking the kiss apart.

“Fuck,” you hear her sigh out, hands going to the back of your thigh and lifting you onto her desk. “Do you know how hard it’s been to resist you?” she pants out near your ear as she peppers kisses along your jaw, her hands sliding under your skirt and softly massaging the skin of your thighs. “My good, innocent little employee who’s so desperate to please?”

“Natasha,” you moan out, deciding to ignore formalities as you can feel her hand creeping high up your leg, fingertips ghosting your embarrassingly wet panties. “Please,” you can feel her smirk against the skin of your neck, her tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat before she pulls back to look at you.

“Hush little one,” she rasps out, “Let me take care of you.” A whimper leaves your lips as she descends to her knees, a sultry smirk present on her face as she unzips your skirt and pulls the item off swiftly, your panties following suit. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmurs, kissing along your inner thighs to make your body throb with want and need for her.

“Please don’t tease me,” you whine out at the feeling of her warm breath fanning over your dripping core. She seems to take pity on you, mouth going straight to your clit and sucking gently, fingers running through your folds and gathering your wetness before effortlessly sliding into you. “Oh shit,” you moan out when her tongue swirls around your clit expertly, her fingers curling inside you perfectly as she hits all the right spots inside you.

Soon, she’s thrusting her fingers into you mercilessly, your knuckles bleeding white as you grip the edge of her desk for support, her tongue relentless on your sensitive clit. Your hands release the desk of their death grip, moving to tangle into her red locks. However, Natasha pulls back at this briefly and looks up at you, your arousal coating her lower face.

“Hands off Kotenok,” she husks out, the sound of her native tongue slipping from mouth makes you somehow even wetter. You listen to her words, moving your hands out of her hair and back to the poor table beneath you, mind clouding with pleasure as she adds another finger into you. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to approach, her name falling off your lips like a chant as she continues to eat you out like she's starved.

“I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with a scream, one of your hands clasping over your mouth to muffle the noise while the other instinctively goes to her hair once again as you come all over her mouth. She lets you ride out your orgasm before pulling back and letting her hand connect with your core, spanking your pussy making you cry out.

“I told you to keep your hands off,” her tone dangerously dominant as she looks up at you, sending a shiver down your spine. Her mouth goes back to your core, merciless as she listens to the pathetic noises that leave your lips as she drives you to another orgasm. Just as you're about to come again, she pulls back and spanks your core again, a guttural moan echoing around the room as she sends you straight into your second orgasm with the slap, body shaking on her desk. “Fuck, you like it when I spank you?” she taunts, standing up right and claiming your lips, “If I knew that I wouldn’t have hesitated to call you in here and bent you over my desk.”

“Please do,” you whimper out, her shaking her head softly and gently kissing you, letting you calm down after two intense orgasms.

“Not today little one,” she murmurs, “This was just meant to be a thank you but I got carried away.” You wish she would do it today but the rational part of you knew you shouldn’t rush into anymore, especially after only just finding out you liked to be spanked. “How about you have a meeting with me on Friday, we can discuss whatever you want?” Her hands comfort you by roaming your body before she helps you redress, a blush on your face as you anticipate what could happen.

“I’ll see you Friday, Miss Romanoff,” you say teasingly but before she can say anything else in response, the woman from earlier, who you realise is her secretary, knocks on the door to alert her of the meeting in a few moments.

“Don’t be a brat or maybe you’ll end up bent over this desk sooner than Friday,” she purrs into your ear, gathering the file from her desk and walking you to the door. “Enjoy the rest of your day Miss Y/L/N,” she softly says with a smile, you smiling in response before watching her walk away to the elevator, hips swaying subtly before looking over her shoulder to send a wink your way as the doors closed.

Only three more days till Friday…

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Title: and I'm your best friend (but your a killer)

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

[A/N this was meant to be a short one shot and then I got carried away lol)

The last thing Natasha wanted to do was bother you, not after you had done so much for her and she was always disappearing under the guise of work. Despite that, she was knocking one your door with bruised knuckles and a small duffle slung over her shoulder that felt heavier than it should.

Slowly, the door opened and she was met with your face that was pinched with worry. You furrowed your brows at her, and despite the unusual time you appeared wide awake.

"Natalia," unlike all the other times Natasha had met you, your voice curt, "What's up?" Normally you would let her in without question and have her sit down while you made tea or hot cocoa.

"I need a place to stay," her mouth managed to form.

"Look-," glancing back inside with a sigh, your fingers twisted around the door handle tightly, "I don't know if I-"

"Please, I'll be gone by morning," she cut in, her body begging to rest. There was no where to else to go for her, with SHIELD down she had no base.

SHIELD had been her base, the closet thing to home - not that she ever stung around somewhere long enough to develop a home. But all her belongings, other than a few at a couple safehouses, where gone. Her apartment on base was gone. Sam's house was most likely not undisclosed information anymore and she couldn't go with Steve, he was never good at espionage.

You pressed your lips together in thought, face more taught and worried than it had ever been.

"Fine."

The door was widened slightly to let her in and Natasha stumbled into the apartment, her legs carrying her over to flop on the couch where she usually slept. You had bought a pull out for her years ago when she continued to crash at your place time after time.

You entered the area holding a white box stamped with a white cross. Uncharacteristically silent you sat on the coffee table across from her, quietly mumbling for her to remove her shirt. Bandaging her wounds, your hands worked with an unfamiliar harshness. Whenever she came to you with wounds, you never asked questions accepting the answer from the one time where she told you she worked as a security guard.

Tugging harshly at a wound around her bicep you tore the end of the bandage off before slapping another onto her cheek. She scratched at the irritable , itchy material against her cheek, watching as you left the room for a moment.

Her eyes wandered from the hallway you retreated to towards the desk sitting in the corner of the room. Against her gut telling her not to, Natasha peeked at the open computer emitting a soft light. Pulled up in a google chrome browser were some of the files she had released, files on her. You had read the files.

In her 8 years of knowing you, Natasha never once told you about her past. She let you know her as the redhead who spilled coffee in the middle of a cafe. You had grown to know her as the woman who mysteriously showed up at your house with cuts littering her face. Her impression on you was as an adult who worked as a security guard and didn't have a family to go to.

She re-used her old name when around you. When she became an avenger, you didn't question how she looked like a female superhero on TV - it was a blessing Natasha had managed to mostly avoid the cameras.

But now you knew. You were everything she wasn't, Natasha didn't you to know about her life that was dripping with blood. Your eyes sparkled bright and smiled shimmered in contrast to her dark shadows. It was a secret she kept close to her chest, but it was out the window now.

Re-entering the room you followed her eye line to the computer, your lips twisting further downward. Natasha opened her mouth to speak in her defense, but you cut her off.

"Where you ever going to tell me? Or were you going to leave me in the dark Natalia? Or is it Natasha? Or Natalie Rushman? Nadia Vostokoff?"

Tears brimmed your eyes as you spoke, your voice cracking at the end.

"Y/N I was going to tell you, but you-" Natasha began, her voice surprisingly strong despite her stomach twisting into knots.

"I what? I was too innocent? Too oblivious? I'm not a fucking child Natalia! I deserved to know!" The clothes you had been carrying for her dropped to floor silently as you threw your hands up in frustration, "I deserved to know." your voice was quieter, a broken whisper as you repeated your statement.

For once in her life Natasha was at a loss for words. You had never acted out like this before, usually calm and quiet.

You took her stunned silence as a que to keep going, "I deserved to know my best friend had done all that," your hand flailed towards the computer, "You should have fucking told me!"

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish before she schooled her face and forced her mouth and brain to form coherent sentences, "I know."

"If you know then why didn't I?" you said.

"It never came up," Natasha shrugged, reverting back to her roots of diverting the conversation, "Can we talk about it in the morning? Please?" She gave you those wide eyes that always worked, and it seemed you knew she was manipulating you but regardless you sighed and plucked the clothes off the ground.

Crossing the room in a few short strides you dropped the clothes into her lap, the smell of your perfume flooding her nose. Without another word you stalked to your bedroom, heavy footsteps echoing with anger.

<__________>

Natasha was gone early the next morning without giving you a chance to talk to her about it. It was clear she wasn't welcome there anymore. Neatly, she had folded the clothes and set them on the counter with a note.

I'm sorry I never told you. I'll be out of your hair now.

-N.A

Her heart throbbed painfully and there was a twinge in her abdomen as she snuck out the window into the alley behind your house, the gravel crunching beneath her feet. There were only a few places she could go now. The Senate would most likely want her to give a statement, and despite that being the last thing she wanted to do, Natasha knew it would happen eventually.

Sure enough, the next when watching the news - the Senate was announcing that they wanted to know her where abouts so they could have her give a statement. Reluctantly, but hopeful for a chance to potentially clear her name, Natasha gave the stupid statement and walked off with a bang.

Tony approached her after that, pulling up outside with one of his fancy cars and acted like he was picking her up. Happy greeted her with a nod and pinched brows as he opened the door to the car. She slipped in, her heels nearly catching on the rim of the door. Sliding his classes down, Tony turned to face her with a wide grin.

"There's my favorite Russian Assassin," Natasha ignored the way her stomach churned at those words and focused on the car moving and the flashes outside, "So, I know that you need some where to go know and since I have a bunch of space leftover, you wanna stay at the tower? It'll be like old times."

Nothing ever came for free with Tony, but Natasha caught the caring glint in his eye and knew he just wanted to help. Grudging, she nodded her head - much to Tony's amusement as he grinned and slung an arm over her shoulder. She shrugged him off with a hard stare.

Life at the tower had been fine - Turns out Tony offered residence to Steve and Maria as well so they were both residing there (According to Maria she was merely working there, but Natasha had a suspicion Tony let her stay because of their minimal friendship). Bruce resided there. Natasha took one look at him, at his messy graying hair, dark eyebags and decided he would be an easy way to forget everything. Throughout that time she took up to flirting with the man. The usual enjoyment she got when she playfully flirted with you was not present when she did so with Bruce.

Over time, she kept tabs on you - watching as you moved out into the country and bought yourself a house and a truck.

Which led her to where she was now, knocking on your doorstep once more as Clint held her upright and the rest of the Avengers stood clustered behind her. Ultron did a number on them and it was reasonable Clint didn't want to bring everyone to the farmhouse. Despite not seeing you for a year, Natasha silently hoped you would help.

The door opened slowly, the movement conveying hesitance, and your tired face stared back. Dark bags half-circled your eyes and your hair was disheveled. A baggy shirt dangled off your right shoulder - which you righted once you caught sight of the group in front of you.

"Natalia?" the name was unwelcome at the time, but Natasha couldn't care to correct you, "Wha-?"

"Please, I know I said I'll be out of your hair, but we have no where else to go."

You exhale slowly, taking stock of the group before scrunching your nose and letting them in. Natasha barely missed tripping over a cat as she entered - a calico cat who bounded after you with excited meows. Scooping it up in your arms with a soft coo, you turned to face the group.

"Sorry about the mess," your eyes scanned over the group, entirely missing Natasha, "I never have anyone over so," a helpless shrug of your shoulders, "You guys can wash up upstairs, bathroom is first door the your right and there's an extra bedroom with another bathroom at the end of the hall. I'll make some dinner."

Natasha avoided you the entire time and they were gone the next morning.

<_________>

The next time she knocked on your doorstep was bruised and bloodied and with three companions. Yelena groaned behind her, the sound impatient and ready to rest.

"Sestra, is this person going to open the door or not?"

"Give her a minute Yelena, it's the middle of the night."

Eventually she knocked again, her bruised knuckles rapping against the door and a dog's bark echoing behind the door. Melina sighed impatiently behind her and Alexei let out an annoyed groan of exaggerated pain. When the rest of the group seemed ready to leave, even though Natasha knew you would answer the door (You always did), the door swung open - a dog's insistent barking still echoing through the house.

You looked worse than before with your eye bags deeper and skin paler. Sunken in cheekbones made you look like you were dying and your hair was messier than ever. Squinting your eyes you gently shoved the dog back into the house and stepped outside, closing the door.

"Natalia? What are you doing here?" your voice was scratchier than last time.

"We- um, we need a place to stay."

For a moment it looked like you would turn her away with the way your nose crinkled and eye brows pinched together with a sharp exhale. Thinking it over, you let them in with a tired sigh. Natasha took in the place, nearly the same as before aside from a few extra Monster cans littering the counter next to an open computer and dirty coffee cups lying around on a coffee table in the sitting room. You led them over there, having them all sit on the couch before flicking on a light.

"Alright," you placed your hands on your hips, a familiar sight, "I don't need to know who you are. There are two bedrooms upstairs, plus a blowup mattress in one of them, and the couch is a pullout. Split it up however you want, I don't really care. There should be some food in the fridge if your hungry," after giving them a once over once more you closed your eyes briefly and groaned, "You guys don't have a change of clothes do you? Fine, I'll be right back."

Before any of them could protest you were slipping on a pair of shoes by the door and snatching a pair of keys off the counter, the dog barking at you as you headed towards the door. Natasha caught the barest hint of a smile on your face you led the dog out the door to join you on your midnight errand.

"Who is that?" Yelena asked, her accent thick.

"....A friend," Natasha replied hesitantly, plucking at her suit, "We shouldn't stay here long."

Melina eyed her suspiciously.

"A friend?" Alexei guffawed, "Natasha she did not seem like your friend!" His loud voice echoed through the house.

"You three can have the upstairs rooms, I'll take the couch," Natasha ignored her fake father and ushered them all off the couch while she pulled out the couch. It snapped open with a pop and she found a fluffy blanket buried in a basket next to the couch.

Yelena was the only one remaining in the room, her skeptical gaze resting on Natasha.

"What Yelena?"

The blonde shrunk in on herself slightly at the harsh tone and Natasha forced herself to calm a little.

"Who is she?" she repeated her earlier question, this time with more persistence than before.

"A friend."

"Natasha, she did not seem to like you."

Natasha gave a one-shouldered shrug, aiming for indifference, but Yelena was a trained widow - trained to spot emotions even if you didn't want her to. She plopped down on the couch, her arms splayed out and peering up at Natasha with puppy-dog eyes, the one's the redhead often used on you.

"Please?"

Natasha huffed at her childish behavior, shoving Yelena off, "We had a falling out. She doesn't really like me anymore."

A thud echoed upstairs and Natasha's head snapped up before she raced up the stairs and burst into the first room. Alexei sat on the ground under Melina's patronizing stare. A cat - the same Calico as before - sat in front of them, it's back to the door. The creature meowed, inching forward towards the man on the floor who gave a shout and stood up, scrambling backwards. When Yelena entered and caught sight of the scene she burst out laughing.

"Are you scared of a котенок (cat)?" she asked teasingly, Russian accent even clearer through her amusement.

"That is a spawn of hell!" Alexei tried to defend himself.

In what Natasha assumed was an attempt to regain some of his pride Alexei aimed a small kick at the cat as it neared closer. The animal would have gotten launched into the wall had Natasha not scooped it up into her arms, ignoring the way the creature instantly burrowed into her.

"Alexei!" she screeched, "How do you think Y/N would react if you launched her cat into the wall!"

The man gave a sheepish shrug but still lifted his chin with pride. Yelena gave a shout of triumph next to her, pumping her fist into the air.

"What?"

"You gave me her name!" Yelena crowed, a bright grin on her face.

Smacking her fist on her forehead, the cat jumping out of her arms at the same time, Natasha groaned at Yelena's childish nature. She had given the blonde your name, which basically meant giving her your entire life story, but she figured Yelena would figure it out sooner or later.

You returned not soon after the cat incident, in that time Natasha had dug out Mac and Cheese from the pantry to cook for them, much to Yelena and Alexei's excitement. The cat, who she still didn't have a name for, paced around her feet, purring.

The crinkling of plastic bags alerted everyone of your return, and the sound of dog paws scrapping against the floor.

"Bosco! No! C'mon, crate!" She turned her head to see your arms full of plastic bags - Walmart bags - as you herded the dog towards a wooden crate sitting in the corner.

The dog promptly sat on it's rump, staring up at you with pleading eyes. You sighed and gave a shake of your head with a soft smile, "No, crate."

With a pitiful whine the dog turned and sulked to its crate, giving you sad eyes all the while. Once you had secured the dog you turned back into the kitchen, prompting Yelena to stop snooping through your computer and you set the bags on the counter.

"Ok," you pulled a can of monsters and some candy out of one bag before retrieving some basic groceries - milk, cheese, ham, bread, pasta - out of another, "I got you some clothes," you lobbed a bag at Alexie's head and slid another over to Melina, "Those two are for you, I wasn't sure what size Mr. Super Soldier over there needed," despite it being a joke Alexei preened at your comment, "and I took a god guess for the rest of you. Go get changed, I'll see if I can salvage Natalia's attempt at Mac and Cheese."

The redhead turned panicked towards her pot of water, it looked fine, but she had never the best at cooking. When the rest left the room Natasha hesitated, lingering in the entrance of the kitchen as you stirred the pot.

"What do you want Natalia?" turning around you leaned on the counter, arms crossed.

She wanted to know if you were ok. How you were doing. Why you looked so tired. If everything was well. What were your pet's names.

Instead she blurted, "Are you mad at me?"

You blinked owlishly at her for a moment before a sad chuckle left your throat, "Yeah, a little."

"Why?"

"Why?" you parroted, your eyebrows crinkling, "because I found out my best friend was a killer, and then when she promised to explain she left! Then you show up a year later with the Avengers, on my doorstep. Which I still have no idea how you found me. And then you don't visit at all after that before showing up with whoever those people are! Natalia I can't just be the person you come to when you need a place to hide, I have my own life!"

"Really?" she raised a brow, stepping closer, "because all I see is a broken girl. Have you seen yourself lately? You look half-dead. I wouldn't call that a life."

You scoffed, "Sorry that I'm going through some hardships right now with no one to turn to."

"Well it's not like you bothered to contact me either!" she exploded, her hands clenched into fists, "You think I didn't want to talk to you? Come here and have it be like old times where we had sleepovers that we were probably too old for?"

Both of you ignored the way the pot started bubbling over behind you, rather you took a step forward, chin tilted upwards. There was a staring contest between the two of you, a battle of wills. There had been fights between both of you before, one's that always ended like this - one's that Natasha always won.

Your lips started quivering and tears gathered in your eyes, but you held strong staring back at her defiantly. Natasha reached her hand up to brush away a tear that slid down your cheek but you slapped her hand away. Tension crackled in the air as you swallowed thickly and your bottom lips trembled more. A small sniffle escaped you and Natasha's heart broke at your obvious pain. You always hated confrontation, taking care to avoid it.

"Y/N," she reached a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling it back when you flinched.

Your head dipped down, "I have cancer Natalia," you whispered, the words nothing more than broken sounds.

Going from defiant to sad gave her whiplash but Natasha stared at you stunned, and suddenly your frail appearance made sense. The sunken in cheekbones, pale skin, shaky movements, the way your long-sleeve shirt clung to your bony arms.

"You what?"

"I have cancer," you repeated, continuing on her raised eyebrow, "breast cancer. Stage 4. Doctor didn't give me long to live."

She was at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say to someone who told you they had cancer? Once more she reached for your cheek, gently cupping it when you didn't pull away. You leaned into her touch, albeit hesitantly. Your eyes slipped closed.

Slowly Natsha leaned in, your lips millimeters from yours and she could hear your ragged breathing. She stared down her nose at your lips before gently pressing a kiss onto them. Your eyes snapped open, wide and disbelieving, but you didn't pull away - rather pressing in further. Her hands moved to your hips as she deepened the kiss. Your lips were soft, as she always had imagined, and she caught a whiff of your gentle perfume.

You pulled away first with a dopey smile on your face, "I've wanted to do that for a while."

"Me too," she whispered.

An un-lady like snort escaped you, "With the way you were looking at Banner last time?"

She twisted her lips, "Don't ruin the mood."

You let out a little laugh, the sound soft and angelic to her ears. She leaned in for another kiss and you were about to meet her halfway before a loud voice interrupted the moment.

"A friend!" Alexei exclaimed, "I see you were lying Natasha!"

You jumped away from her, much to Natasha's dismay, with a rosy blush on your pale cheeks.

"Alexei!" Natasha hissed, "Leave her be."

"Aww," Yelena cooed from behind him, her blonde hair let down and flowing past her shoulders, "Natasha has a girlfriend."

Your fiery blush was a welcome sight accompanied by your embarrassed laugh.

<__________>

Everything didn't go back to normal after that. The argument that had been going on for years was not shoved under rug. You had ended up confronting her about the next morning.

"Natali- Natasha," you fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt, "Can we talk?"

Internally Natasha cooed at your shyness before nodding and following you out the backdoor, greeted by the sound chickens.

"Look, I know that last night it might have seemed like we shoved it under the rug but I still wanted to talk about a few years ago. Because I deserved to know, y'know? And-" your voice cracked a little in the middle of your rambling as your face tilted downward, "And I was hurt. You were my best friend but it turns out you were lying to me all that time and then I had to find out through the internet. Natasha that- that hurt and-"

She placed her hands on your waist, effectively cutting you off and leaned in to give you a kiss, startled when you shoved her backwards.

"No," your voice was firm despite the small tremble in it, "You are not kissing your way out of this."

Natasha huffed, mainly frustrated at herself for reverting back to an old tactic before crossing her arms. Then uncrossing them, recrossing them, before eventually letting them drop to her side.

"Look- Y/N I wanted to tell you I did," she raised a finger at your raised eyebrow and open mouth, "No. Let me talk. I was going to tell you, but you were so...you were everything I wasn't. You were sweet and kind and caring and oh so innocent and I didn't want to ruin that. You were one of the first people to really care for me in a long while and selfishly I didn't want that to change."

"I didn't care that you had done all those things Natasha," unconsciously you pulled your arms around your waist, "I cared that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."

"I did trust you," she stepped closer, gently grabbing your hands in hers - ignoring the way you tried to pull away before taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

She released one of your hands to cup your chin, gently tilting your head up. Your beautiful eyes were rimmed with tears and your bottom lip stuck out in a small pout. Tugging you towards her, you buriedyour face in Natasha's neck.

"We good now?" she whispered.

"Yeah."

Natasha held like that for a moment, awkwardly rubbing her hand up and down your back.

"You still have to explain the people in house though Natalia."

<________>

They were gone.

Wanda, Bucky - all of them. They just went poof. The News was calling it The Blip, some calling it The Decimation. Half the population of the world was gone. She stripped her suit, the thing covered in dirt, and stepped into the cold shower, letting the water run over her bruised body.

All she wanted was to wash up and return home to you. In the past years, she had taken to moving in with you - after finding Steve and Sam and freeing Wanda. You had welcomed the other's into the house as well and your place became somewhat of a home base for them. When Steve and the other's weren't there, Yelena used the place a base to house widows or as a rest stop.

Natasha took up residence permanently there and it was the best part of her life. She loved spending that quality time with you and wanted nothing more than to fly home and snuggle up with you in your bed and watch movies.

The only downside was your cancer wasn't getting any better. Natasha shivered, and not from the cold water, as she stepped out. You got worse every day put still put on a brave smile for her and gave life your all.

She glanced at her phone when a new notification popped, the message an unknown number. No one had her number aside from you, her family, and the avengers. Hesitantly she opened the message, giving it a once over. She read it again. And again. And a fourth time before dropping to her knees, a sob building in her throat.

We are sorry to inform you Ms. L/N has unfortunately passed away due to stage 5 breast cancer.

While part of her was touched that she was your emergency contact the information broke her. You were gone. You were gone and she wasn't there for you. Natasha promised she wasn't going to do as much superhero stuff, spend time with you instead, and the one time she was gone you died.

Natasha cupped her hand over her mouth when she got another message pop up, this one from a Yelena's phone.

This is Ana, a widow Yelena was planning to free. She got blipped.

The sob nearly tore it's way out of her throat as she blinked back tears. This is why she wasn't supposed to care. She wasn't supposed to love. She wasn't supposed to feel. But Natasha Romanoff learned to feel and care and love and it had broke her.

Natalia Romanova may not have cried, but Natasha Romanoff did and she had just lost nearly everyone that mattered.

#natasha romanoff #female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #marvel #natasha romanov

[dirtyvulture]

Peeping Jeff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You and Natasha have some fun when an uninvited guest stops by.

Word count: 2095

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

No land sharks were harmed in the writing of this fic.

“Eyes on me,” Natasha says.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, as if you’ll dare disobey her. Not when she’s dressed in the thinnest pair of black lingerie she owns and is currently rotating slowly around the stripper pole she had installed in the bedroom almost a month ago. It was probably the best investment the two of you ever made, and even Tony had to comment on its usefulness when he brought the contractors in.

You settle back in the bed, ready for your private show. You’re only wearing your boxers now and the bulge between your legs continues to tent as Natasha scales up the pole almost to the ceiling. She wraps her legs around it, wedging it in the crook of her knee to hold her weight while she lets go with her arms, leaning back until her hair cascades in a fiery red wave. 

“Don’t touch yourself,” Natasha warns when she sees your hand moving towards your own crotch. You can’t always help yourself; seeing your girlfriend like this demands an attention that she is too far away to provide. You sigh in frustration, but force your hands back to your sides.

Natasha slides down the pole a few feet, tilting back until her head is lower than the rest of her body. Your eyes focus on her perfect breasts ready to spill out of their delicate cage and how perfectly they press together when she moves. 

She suddenly releases her hold on the pole with her legs and she drops to the floor.

“Nat!” you cry, almost jumping off the bed until you see that she’s stopped herself just in time, now hovering inches off the floor. 

“I’m fine,” she snips, almost like she’s upset you thought she had so little strength and would hurt herself.

“Okay, okay.”

As Natasha continues her performance, neither of you notice that it’s now become a public showing when two dark beady eyes look through the crack of the bedroom door that you’ve accidentally left slightly ajar. The eyes widen when they see Natasha and the silver, shiny pole. But after a few moments, they are distracted by the rumbling in their belly and continue padding down the hall to the kitchen. 

By the time Natasha is off the pole and sauntering over to you, you’ve given up all restraint and are jerking yourself off in your boxers, stopping only when she climbs on top of you and grinds down on your crotch.

“Did you like my show?” Natasha asks, but it’s a pointless question.

“I loved it, baby,” you pant, tilting your head up desperately for a kiss. You don’t even notice she’s pulled your boxers off and her own panties until you suddenly feel her wetness brush against your cock. “Oh fuck, Nat.”

She sinks down without warning, enveloping you in perfect, silky heat. You buck up instinctively, trying to fit your entire length into her, the ache of arousal in the pit of your stomach slightly soothed as she surrounds you. 

Natasha locks her hands around your neck to steady yourself as you thrust into her. You press your face into her chest, inhaling the scent of her skin and wrapping your arms around her back to keep her close to you.

“Right there, baby,” she moans as you jack your hips up until they slap against hers. “Keep going, keep going.”

“You’re always so tight around me,” you grunt, twitching at the sound of your slick cock sliding in and out of her. “You’re so perfect, Nat. Every part of you.”

She hums in agreement, bouncing on your cock and causing the whole bed frame to shake. 

You hadn’t realized how turned on Natasha was over her own performance until her walls clamp around you, almost preventing you from pulling out, and her wetness dripping down your cock. You thrust up in one final, rough move, emptying yourself into her, your hips raised off the bed until your thighs are trembling from the effort before you collapse back down and Natasha rests on top of you. 

The two of you stay like that for a long time, until your alarm goes off, alerting you that you have to get ready for the next event.

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“I swear, we go to one of these a week,” Natasha says, snagging a martini from one of the passing waiters. She clinks it against your cocktail glass and the both of you take a sip in solidarity.

“You know Tony. Any excuse he has to party, he’ll put one on,” you respond, turning with her to face the crowd of people swaying on the dance floor. You swear you’ve never seen the same person twice at these parties and sometimes wonder if Tony just puts up a flier on the Internet advertising there’s a party at the Avengers Tower. It would explain the amount of times you’ve been asked to take pictures or sign autographs. 

“You tired?” you ask Natasha as she sighs and leans against your arm. 

“Not any more than usual.” You know she’s not a fan of these gatherings any more than you are.

“We can go soon,” you offer.

“It’s okay,” she says.

The two of you sit at the bar and try to avoid any other interactions. You bob your head absently to the beat of the music as Natasha drinks another martini. Bruce comes over, trying to strike up a conversation with Natasha as you glare at him with your arm looped firmly around her waist. 

“Tony said he had a surprise for tonight,” Bruce says. 

“Is it going to happen anytime soon? It’s almost our bed time,” Natasha yawns.

As if on cue, the music suddenly stops and the lights flash on to their full power. The crowd on the dance floor murmurs their annoyance as Tony appears on the DJ’s stage.

“Thank you to everyone who came out tonight!” he says. “I know I host a lot of these, and I’m always trying new things to keep them interesting. Behold, my latest addition to the Stark party experience!”

Tony holds his hands up, and the spotlights direct to a panel on the ceiling that slides back. Something silver and shiny pokes down, slowly revealing itself to be a singular, metal pole. It takes a second for it to click what it is. 

“Oh God,” Natasha says, shaking her head.

“Is that a stripper pole?” Bruce asks.

“Yep,” you answer. “I wonder if he got the idea from the one we had installed in our room–”

Bruce turns on you incredulously. “Wait, you have a–”

“Who wants to give it a try?” Tony asks as the lights dim, all focus on the shiny silver pole now. No one in the crowd moves at first. 

“I will give it a go!” a deep voice booms and Thor comes forward as people begin cheering and clapping for him.

“Oh, this will be good,” Natasha comments. You move closer to get a better view of your co-worker as he steps up to the pole, sizing it up for a few seconds before grabbing onto it firmly. Women start cheering as Thor hesitantly swings himself around the pole, as if he doesn’t trust such a flimsy object to support him, but with the encouragement of the crowd, he gains some confidence and starts to dance as if the pole is his partner.

“Only Tony could come up with something like this,” you say, impressed at how flexible the god of thunder is.  

“This is definitely going online,” Bruce notes, counting the number of cellphones people have out to capture the moment.

“You want to give it a try, Nat?” you tease.

“Nope. Because that’s a show for you only,” she says, pressing against you to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“All right, all right, give it up for the god of thunder!” Tony says, gesturing for Thor to leave center stage as the crowd of women swarm him from your view. “Who’s up next?” His eyes sweep across the room, searching for another victim. You accidentally make eye contact with him and your heart drops as he points to you. “Come on over, Y/N–” 

“Mrrrr.” 

You pause mid-step as everyone hears the same noise echo in the room. It’s one you’re more than familiar with, but you aren’t quite sure it’s the right one you’ve heard until you see Jeff the land shark, in his one-foot tall glory, waddling towards center stage.

Murmurs carry around as the little shark approaches the silver pole and gives it a few sniffs.

“Is that Jeff?”

“What is he doing here?”

“Is he even old enough to be here?”

“Mrrrr!” he huffs indignantly at that last comment. When you pause to think about it, you aren’t really sure what Jeff’s age is. While he is a great deal smaller than his terrifying, fully-grown counterparts, rumor had it that Jeff aged just the same but simply did not outgrow his smaller form. So for all you knew, he was perfectly of age to be at a Tony Stark party.

“Give it up for Jeff the land shark!” Tony exclaims, increasing the volume of the music. 

“Go, Jeff!” you shout and Natasha smacks your shoulder. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Do not encourage him! He’s just a baby and probably shouldn’t even be here–”

“We don’t know that for sure,” you defend.  

“Watch him be better than Thor,” Bruce says.

Jeff stands on his hind legs to inspect the pole; you wonder if he has the grip strength to lift himself up. Natasha had lectured you on the difficulties of her new hobby, even offering you the opportunity to try it yourself, and while you were plenty strong, you had no flexibility or grace, thus resulting in a less-than-stellar show for her. 

However, Jeff is already showing you up as he clutches onto the pole tightly with his fingers, pushing off the ground with his back feet and using his momentum to swing around the pole with his round body.

People scream and cheer at his first attempt. He steadies himself, carefully inching up the pole until he is at a height where everyone in the room could see him. He tilts his head back as he spins around the pole again, almost like he’s in slow-motion. You had no idea a land shark could be this graceful or fluid. 

Everyone is entranced by his performance, as Jeff flaps his tail to propel himself faster around the pole. He dips back until he’s almost upside-down, before he lessens his grip on the pole just enough to come sliding down at a speed that drops your heart, but he stops before his head touches the floor. 

The applause is raucous.  

“Isn’t that what I did last night?” Natasha says suddenly, but you’re too enthralled to respond. 

“He’s better than you, Nat,” you tease with a nudge. Jeff climbs up the pole again, then clamps his jaws around it, swinging his round body out in a move you can only describe as being the land shark version of a human flag–one of the most difficult calisthenic exercises you’ve ever tried to learn. But whereas it took you months of intensive training to achieve a human flag for even 5 seconds, Jeff seems to have flawless core strength as he holds his body out, perfectly perpendicular to the floor. 

“YEAH, JEFF!” you scream, scaring Natasha. You’re probably one of the few people here who truly understand the difficulties of the exercise, and you want to make sure Jeff’s feat is appropriately appreciated.  

Jeff takes the pole in his hands again, twirling around it while pausing in several positions with his legs split or kicked out. He mimes walking on air for a few seconds during his descent and if the crowd hadn’t been loud already, you’re pretty sure they’re going to shatter the windows. Jeff lands safely on the floor, bounding up and bowing as people take pictures and continue to cheer. 

“I wonder where he learned how to do that,” Bruce says, clapping his hands.

“Yes,” Natasha agrees, a strange realization dawning on her but she’s too embarrassed to say it out loud. She will have to make sure the bedroom door is properly closed and locked from now on. “I wonder…”  

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AN: Special thanks to @nameforthemain for this beautiful sketch that inspired this fic!

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[writing-house-of-m]

Cold hands, Warm hearts

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Natasha warms you up on a cold day with an impromptu date

A/N: This is for @esouliie ! You can all thank her for this because I don't know when I would have gotten something new finished. This was also the result of there being way too many 'missing Natasha hours' recently (I've also been having a lot of 'missing Wanda hours' too and have re-watched WandaVision because of it). But, everyone... this fic... is so freaking cute and I hope you all think so too. Happy reading and let me know who you think!

"Hey," you hear a familiar rasp from over your shoulder. 

You didn't think you would hear from her so soon. She told you she was going to be busy, which is code for ‘away on a mission’, so have kept yourself occupied for the last few weeks trying not to think of the red head. Which is easier said than done. 

Every morning when you wake up disappointment fills you not seeing her there. Your intertwined lives are now routine. 

It is hard to adjust when she is away, especially when it is for weeks and what feels like no end in sight. On top of that, with missions like these, there is no communication between you to fill the Natasha shaped hole in your life. 

Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to be involved with someone else, anyone else for that matter, but the thought is gone as quick as it comes because no one could ever replace the way she makes you feel. 

The first week of her absence you filled your free time as much as you could by catching up with friends and family. You constantly found yourself avoiding the question about why you have been so distant recently. It was the one thing Natasha requested from you - not telling anyone about your relationship with her - to, in her words ‘keep you safe'. 

You still remember the way she looked at you. It was the first time you could see past the facade she held, seeing the worry linger in her eyes for a split second. The intensity of her gaze and her hesitance was a strange thing to witness. When you nodded your head in agreement her smile was soft, almost relieved. In that moment you realized you would agree to anything she asked just to see that vulnerable side again. You felt privileged. 

This second and third week have been much slower, a lot of your time has been spent in the four walls of your apartment because of last minute canceled plans and much needed maintenance needed around your home. 

So you decide today, cold be damned, you will be taking a walk through your local park. You shared this little wonder of a place with Natasha in your fourth month of being together, happy to be able to reveal a bit more of you and your life. 

It is a public place, more people pass by here than in the street where you live. But you got to show Natasha all the overlooked secrets; little winding paths that lead to flower gardens, a pond hidden behind some bushes and the gargoyles you can see from one spot when standing in a specific angle by a monument in the center. You even pointed out some regulars you see because of all your time here. From the confined elderly wanting a bit of liberation from their mundane lives to daring children trying to climb the tallest tree they can find. 

A breeze rushes past, the cold chilling you to your bones and you inwardly curse at yourself. Trust you to have picked the coldest day for some freedom. Initially, the brisk air was making you regret your decision, that was until the sun came out. It didn't do a whole lot against the freezing temperature, but it did look pretty against the frost and ice distracting you from the chilly weather. 

The way the sun's rays shine between the branches that stretched out over your head reminded you of spring time and how much you couldn’t wait for the season to change. 

Just as you were about to get out from the clearing for some much needed sunlight and heat on your face, that’s when you heard Natasha. 

It has been so long you think you are hearing things, that is until you turn your head and see her. The long army green coat she is wearing almost makes her look taller. 

Almost. 

Strands of red hair peek out from the beanie Natasha is wearing, a braid is tucked into her pulled up collar and she has a soft smile on her face. One you have noticed she reserves for you. 

It takes everything in you to not run over and jump into her arms, to press your nose into her neck to get a smell of the home you have been craving. 

Big scenes are not her thing, you’ve learnt. 

Instead your eyes drop to her gloved hands holding two hot drinks which takes you out of your stupor and smiling brighter in return. You almost want to ask how she knew where you were but then remember her profession. 

"You look cold," there is a playfulness to Natasha’s voice matching her smirk. 

Regardless of how wrapped up you are, you know your scarf hasn't done much to stop your face from getting cold, it must be covered in a light blush. 

"I could say the same about you," you raise an eyebrow with your own smirk. A noticeable pink tint is adorning her cheeks and nose from the cold bite of the air. You wonder how long she has been trailing you. 

Natasha's smile widens as closes in and hands you one of the cups. You take off your gloves, shoving them into your pocket to allow the heat to bring back the feeling in your frozen hands as you bring it to your nose to take a whiff. Your favorite, of course it is. 

She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards. Natasha disappoints you with how short her lips are on yours, you were hoping for something that was more than just a split second considering how long it has been. 

Although Natasha pulls back it is only by an inch as she remains close to ask, "Where are you going?" 

Her voice is low and her warm breath is a nice contrast to the icy wind. 

Your eyes flutter close as you revel in her presence and soak up the warmth she brings. Brushing your nose against hers you reply, "Wherever my feet take me," you smile and open your eyes to the green ones you selfishly wish to keep to yourself. "I'm glad I have some company now," you whisper. 

"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Natasha says with a twitch of an eyebrow. 

You shake your head. "Definitely not," you say, pressing a small kiss to her lips, one that lasts longer than the mediocre one she gave you. "I missed you." 

You like seeing her like this. Carefree. Soft. Unguarded. 

Well as unguarded as can be, it was something you picked up in your first few months of spending time together - Natasha is always alert. The way her eyes flint around every so often, looking around to quickly survey her surroundings, always cautious of any lingering threats. To the untrained eye it looks like she is taking in the scenery, but you know after knowing her for as long as you have. 

Over time it is a habit you have even picked up from her, making you wonder if there are things she has picked up from you. 

Natasha stands by your side allowing you to loop an arm around her waist while you take a sip of your beverage. It leaves a warm trail as it makes its way down your throat. It still isn't as warm as the way Natasha makes you feel though as cheesy as that may sound. 

"Thank you for this, I didn't realize how much I needed it," you say, signaling the paper cup. 

She smiles at you to acknowledge your gratitude. "You're never one to think ahead, plus I saw you shiver," Natasha remarks. 

You scoff, shaking your head, "I did not shiver." 

Some children are laughing not too far in front of you which distracts both of your attentions away from your conversation. A large puddle of water has frozen over and seems to be the main source of entertainment for the little gang. 

The two of you stop to watch their innocence, a pang of jealousy hits you because of how carefree and innocent they are. Not a single worry showing on their faces in this cruel world. 

You have been fortunate to only hear about the atrocities always going on. More so since you started to date Natasha. She doesn't go into detail about her line of work but the faraway look she has on her face sometimes after certain assignments tells you all you need to know. It fills you with pride knowing you are Natasha’s source of domestic normalcy. 

One of the snuggly wrapped up boys slips and tries to regain his footing before he falls to the ground making you let out a breath of laughter. The scene is something straight from a cartoon as the boy tries to find balance when trying to stand again while the rest laugh at him. A boy in a puffy gray coat, who is howling with laughter, loses his feet from under him sending him straight to the ground landing on his butt making the rest of them exclaim even louder. 

The smile you see in your peripheral vision tells you Natasha is enjoying this too. 

"How long had you been watching me before you decided to come over, stalker?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 

"Long enough to see you shiver," Natasha accuses in her husky voice. 

You bark out a laugh, "I do not shiver!" 

"Yeah, yeah, you keep lying to yourself," Natasha smirks. 

You spend long minutes, people watching while sipping on your drinks and basking in this precious stolen time you get to spend with each other. 

The children are fewer now, some of them have left with their parents while the rest stay. They have started a game to see who can stay on their feet the longest as they try to knock each other down. 

Sometimes you forget Natasha’s past, what little you know of it, and almost ask about her childhood. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking 'What did you get up to as a kid?’ 

Instead, you face Natasha as she continues to stare on at the scene; her side profile is enough to show her fatigue. You place your empty cup on the wall beside you so you can take her face in your hands. 

Natasha takes your lead to turn in your direction allowing you to take in all of her features. 

"You look tired," you whisper in concern as your thumb rubs along her cheekbone. 

"Gee, thanks(!)" Natasha chuckles at her own sarcasm. 

"Nat," you start, ready to reprimand her for not being serious. 

"We’ve had some long days. But don’t worry, I'll be off for the holidays,” Natasha replies. “You'll have me for two weeks. That’s enough time for you to get sick of having me around. By the end of it you’re going to want to be rid of me." 

"Impossible," you say without thinking then lean in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. 

Natasha turns her head slightly to meet your lips, sighing when she allows herself a moment of being wrapped up in you. 

A buzzing sound makes you stop before you can deepen the kiss any further. You let out a breath of disdain from Natasha’s phone ruining your moment. Natasha smiles at you apologetically, taking the device from her pocket. 

While Natasha checks the notification you give her some privacy, picking up both empty cups to discard them. 

When you return and meet Natasha's eyes, the sparkle that was there just moments ago has faded as regret takes over. She is being called back. 

"Three more days, then you're all mine, Romanoff,” you smile. “And for a whole two weeks!" you exaggerate in hopes to lessen the blow of her having to leave. "How did I get so lucky? I guess I'm being spoiled this season." 

You know you succeed when you see the corners of Natasha's lips raise slightly before she holds onto your coat and pulls you in kissing you again. 

Her phone buzzes impatiently, interrupting you again . 

"I have to go," Natasha says, her warm breath fanning over your face as she rests her forehead against yours. ”But just know, I’m the lucky one here.” 

You smile at her confession and revel once more in the warmth she provides before you have to face the harsh cold that comes with the Winter months alone. 

Kissing Natasha’s forehead you meet her loving green gaze once more. "Come back to me," you breathe out as light as the breeze chilling you. 

"Always," Natasha says, sweetly and just as quiet. Her voice carries the weight of more than the one worded sentence she has spoken. 

Taking a breath, Natasha gives you a final peck before she drags herself away from you. 

Your arm stretches out as Natasha walks away, your hand lingering in hers for those extra few seconds of comfort. But mostly because you don't want to let her go. 

Saying goodbye is always difficult no matter how short the visit. 

As you watch her walk away you think about the first time you met the assassin. 

Out of all the windows in the city Natasha crashed through yours. Your shock had you frozen in place until she tried to stumble out of your apartment but collapsed from fatigue because of the fight she had just endured. 

After getting over the fact an Avenger covered in dirt and blood had ruined your new rug, you used your limited first aid knowledge to nurse her back to health. When she awoke a few hours later, she told you just how crappy of a job you had done. 

What got Natasha’s attention was when you quipped back saying you should have let her bleed out to make a quick buck off of all of her equipment to pay for the damages she caused. 

When she left a short while later you didn’t think you would ever see her in person again. You were looking forward to being able to tell all the people in your life about the encounter with an actual superhero. 

Reality hit you in the gut with the name of ‘Non Disclosure Agreement’ and a clean up crew which you couldn’t be mad about. 

Unbeknownst to you, after your first meeting Natasha couldn't stop herself from wanting to see you again. Her mind drifted to the ‘kind’ (your words not hers) stranger who applied sloppy bandages to her arm and stomach. The messy job would have gotten infected if she hadn’t woken up. Natasha caught herself smiling at the memory too often and had to force herself to be present for work. 

Life went on and your encounter felt less and less real as each day passed. Until one evening, while in your office building working late, you received a call telling you you were needed on the roof. Skeptical as you were, you obeyed thinking of the promotion you had been working so hard toward. 

What you hadn’t expected was a fully healed Black Widow to emerge from the shadows, playfully schooling you to not comply with shady orders received late at night. Then insulting you with how boring your life was and how you should learn to cook for yourself instead of wasting all your money on take-out. 

Surprise was an understatement and instead of letting that show, like your mouth wasn’t already slightly hanging open from the shock while she spoke, you decided to play Natasha’s game and call her out for the stalker that she was. 

Since then your meetings have been sporadic but it didn’t stop you both from falling for each other. Who knew a year and a half on you would be in a relationship with each other, life would have made more sense if you had stopped talking. But you have defied the odds and are still going strong. 

When you make it back to your apartment you find flowers waiting for you on the kitchen counter making you smile. A card attached to them with a message in Natasha’s handwriting that reads ‘3 more days ♡’ makes you feel like your heart is going to burst from emotion. 

Needless to say that smile never left your face throughout you making dinner all the way up until the moment you go to bed that night. Natasha somehow always has a habit of making you feel like a giddy teenager. 

You couldn’t wait to see her again. The gift you have been wanting to give to her for a few weeks has been hidden under your towels in the kitchen cabinet. You can only hope she doesn't already know about it. 

The next time you are together you are going to give her a key to your apartment so that she knows she will always have a place to come back to. 

A place she can call home. 

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[lovelybarnes]

Flustered 2- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, wanda maximoff warnings: flustered!reader, bucky teasing her. I haven’t written for him in so long i hope htis doesn’t suck about: flustered part 2!! requested

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You say it very matter-of-fact, yourself nearly believable. Metal bumps against plastic, narrowed eyes trained on collecting the last of your yogurt.

“Oh, no idea, huh?” Natasha accuses, crossing her arms against her chest. “You’re a liar.”

You scoff, glancing at her for credibility. “I’m not lying.”

Sam frowns, leaning in close to your face. You stare right back at him over your yogurt cup, bewildered.

“I can’t tell,” he says, disbelieving. He turns to Natashs. “Are we sure she knows?”

“She is right here,” you snap. “And she thinks you both are insane.”

“His effect on you should be studied at universities,” Wanda quips.

“What effect?” you cry, letting what’s left of your breakfast clatter to the table.

“Come on,” Sam starts, observing you closely with a hopeful smile beaming although obscured. “You know you turn into a dopey idiot when RoboCop comes around, right?”

“Don’t call him that,” you mutter, a little quieter. “And I do not. We’re grown-ups, Sam. Who are together. In an adult relationship.”

“‘M not saying you’re not,” Sam shrugs. “I just…” He squints. “I need to hear you say it. You can’t seriously not see it, I’m concerned.”

“I don’t need your concern,” you argue. “And I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“You’re a competent person,” Sam starts.

“Thank you,” you deadpan.

“Normally. And then… Bucky, like, smiles at you, and you get all… gooey.”

Your brows pull together. “What does that mean?”

Immediately, all of your friends fall into an array of ���gooey.” Natasha stares up at the ceiling with doe eyes while Sam fans himself, falling over the counter. Even Wanda has cradled her chin in her palm.

“You guys are awful,” you declare.

“I should film your interactions,” Sam says in turn. “Are we awful… or are we accurate?”

“You’re awful,” you respond promptly. “And I genuinely can’t see where you’re getting this from because--”

“Hello.” Bucky.

The show begins.

He catches your eye and smiles, eyes crinkling in a promise that it’s genuine.

Your reaction is immediate, features melting like butter in the sun at his appearance. “Hi.” You straighten and blink fast, clearing your throat. “Hi. Hello, Bucky.”

He raises an eyebrow and says hello again, curved in amusement. When he says your name, it’s devastating. 

The others can see it happen, the moment your resolve begin to crumble in unsteady hands and trickle into Bucky’s. He sidles up next to you, familiar, wonderful heat kissing a bare stripe of your skin. Pathetically, you freeze up. It’s only for a moment because it’s him, because you’re overwhelmed, because your ribcage feels like it’s closing in around your heart, a shocking heat at the bottom of your stomach, but the team notices anyway, sharing a distinct look you can sense.

You turn to him, that line of itchy warmth crawling up your nose and into your eyes. He’s very pretty up close, eyes a green below ocean and smile a notch above cocky.

“You look nice,” he says casually, brushing his lips right below your eye.

“Thank you,” you breathe. He’s done this so many times, and not once has it dimmed your reaction. He looks at you like he’s proud of the fact and squeezes your hip. You feel as though he wants to kill you. “You.. you too.”

Unexpectedly, he dips down int the dip between your shoulder and your neck, his chin grazing your necklace. “Why’s everyone staring at us?”

You’re a little dizzy. With him, it’s like your surroundings are heightened and gone all at the same time, like it’s just you and him and the lovely sparks beneath your skin. You shrug. “They’re perverts.”

Bucky laughs. “‘Course. I already knew that. Don’t know why I asked.” He steps away from you in favor of the coffeemaker, but you’re stuck in the few seconds before, reminiscing on the heat of his skin sticky on your collarbone. Like a sweet, awful honey.

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, you frown; you just get so caught up in his eyes.

“C’mon.” Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you from the kitchen and away from prying eyes. He has a mug in his fingers. One of yours, with a grinning Garfield dragging something along a faded white background.

“Do you know,” you start finally, standing close to him in the elevator, “that our friends think I act weird around you?”

“How so?”

“Gooey. That I go gooey around you.”

“Gooey?” he repeats thoughtfully, a canine concaving his bottom lip. “You? No.” 

“That’s what I said.”

“Good,” he says. “‘Cuz that’s ridiculous,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. As if expecting something, a hand goes to support the dip of your back quickly.

“Yeah,” you mutter indignantly, leaning into him. “Yeah…”

It’s love, you think. Prickly, overwhelming love that makes you want to hold his face in your hands and kiss him till you can’t breathe, and the cost of the image is the cost of the action when it comes to him.

He hums against your lips, grinning at you when you pull away. “You do this on purpose,” you accuse, its bite harmless with your breathlessness.

His pupils bounce between your features, his shoulders jumping with a shrug. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He kisses you again, that same heat that stifles you crawling up his neck.

“Liar,” you croak.

Maybe, he thinks.

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[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right?

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: being ditched by your date always sucks, but what if there is a chance you´ll meet someone very special at a local pub?

warnings: alcohol consumption and some swearing

word count: 1.1K

(italica = your thoughts)

Again. You´re sitting yet in another bar waiting for your tinder date to come. You look around and you see how crowded it got. How long have you been waiting here? An hour? Maybe two? You decide to check your phone, maybe send another few messages to Kayla, the girl you were supposed to meet, but you can´t find her profile, you refresh the page, but her cute smiley face is nowhere to find in your contacts.

She blocked you.

You let out a chuckle, because this is definitely not the first time something like that has happened. It was actually the third time. You thought that third time is a charm, and you will meet the love of your life, well maybe that´s not how tinder really works.  

You look around once more, seeing all the happy couples makes you want to throw up, even though you only had one drink.  

Sigh.

You really want to go home, take off all your fancy clothes and change into some extremely comfy pj´s. Grab the large bucket of your favorite ice cream and put some Disney on. But you don´t want another girl from a dating site put you in bad mood. So, after a few minutes of inner fight with yourself, you order another cocktail.

A couple of minutes pass, you're not even angry with Kayla—in fact, you've completely forgotten about her. Your mind is now occupied with a bunch of strangers that are having a good time. Some of them are drinking beer, some are playing billiard and some of them are just being humans. Bopping their head at the rhythm of not so loud music in the background, it sounds like an 80´s playlist. But you cannot hear it very well, so it´s just a guess.

After scanning the whole room there is something that caught your eye. Looking back, you notice a stunning woman alone in her booth. Although her brown hair is messy, it seems so flawless. You study her for some time, and you can´t get enough of her. The more you look at her, the more you feel trapped by her charm. She is simply sitting there, but it appears that she is doing everybody a favor by just existing.  

Normally you would only gaze at her from afar, but maybe the third time is truly a charm. You finish your drink and you're already on your legs walking straight towards where she´s sitting. You are just going for it without any preparation. Shoutout to the cocktails you had. After what felt like miles, you're almost at her booth.

You smile and take one deep breath.

You can't help but notice the second glass on the table that is almost finished as soon as you are standing next to her.  

Shit. Abort mission. She´s not alone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You try to turn around as fast as you can and pretend like nothing ever happened.

“May I help you?” you hear the sweetest voice you have ever heard in your life.

You turn around, looking down at her. Making eye contact with her was in fact a stupid idea. She had such beautiful eyes that you couldn't help but stare at her for a few seconds like a lost puppy. Her smile also felt like sunshine on your face, which made you instinctively smile. You practically drooled over this amazing-looking stranger and completely missed the fact that someone was approaching you from behind.

“Baby, you´re ordering another drink?” said a velvety voice that sounds confident yet very subtle.  

Baby? Oh shit. Now I´m screwed up.

You are standing still, barely breathing, and literally looking like the definition of a deer caught in headlights. Both women are observing you from up close and there is not a single thought in your mind.

“Uh um sorry... would you like another drink?” you reply, still looking at the brown-haired girl, thinking this was the best way to get away from this awkward situation.

“No, thank you?” She looked at you up and down, while tilting her head to the side, with a bigger smile on her face than before.

“But I'll get another whiskey, please” it was the raspy voice again.  

Finally turning to face her, you swallow hard. The darkly lit room highlighted the seductive redhead's mysterious presence as you focused on her. Your whole body tingled as her smokey eyes locked onto yours, cutting through the distance separating you and forming some sort of connection you don’t understand yet, but it seems like she already does.

“Yes! One whiskey is on its way!” you do finer guns and smiled awkwardly. Almost running away.

Faking being the waitress is a new one, really. Oh god.

The evident couple shares a smirk and a small chuckle while you're waiting at a bar for the drink that the redheaded goddess ordered.

“I don´t think she works here, Tasha” younger girl giggles and makes eye contact with her girlfriend.

“No, she definitely doesn't. She was on her phone when we got here.” older woman replied, while she glances over her shoulder to look at you.

“Huh... she´s adorable" Wanda admit, glancing over at you again. Natasha just nods her head in agreement.

You returned a little while later with the whiskey, sending a little smile to the women.

“Here you go! Enjoy rest of the night!” you yelped as you turn around, but someone was fast enough to grab your hand.

“One more thing, sweetheart...” you turn your head back and see that your wrist is now in a hand of one of the most attractive people your eyes have ever seen.  

People don’t make the same mistake twice, right? But you did and you made eye contact, again. Getting lost in someone´s eyes should be your job, honestly. Your mouth is slightly open at the sudden nickname that the goddess herself gave you. Maybe you're that delusional that you heard something else, but her hungry gaze is saying something else.  

“Hm?” is the only thing you can let out in this tense moment.

“Give us a call when you're ready to stop pretending to be a waitress.” she grinned and let go of your wrist. She stood up and gave you her business card with some money.

“You can have the change.” she adds, winking at you while instantly grabbing a hand of her sweet girlfriend, who just smiles at you.

Yet again you were like a deer in the headlights, just standing there. When you turned around, they were already gone, you looked down at the money and it hit you... They left a hundred bucks, even though they had like three drinks in total. 

What just happened?  

But what hit you the most was the message on the business card. It was written in pretty neat writing. Overall, the whole business card looked elegant.

“Next time don’t be shy to talk to us, darling”

                      - Natasha and Wanda

(let me know if you want part two!:)

#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfic #wlw #first fic #third time is a charm right? #adele writes

[mr-m-murdock]

thank u for your beefy!nat thoughts 😵‍💫

also, lets not forget about the ✨ back ✨ nat has like imagine holding on and clawing down it when you and her are— 🤪

its too early for these thoughts 😭

-🚁 (if this emoji isnt taken 😊)

I left out the back because I find back muscles too hot and I would have exploded just typing it out. but thank you for this thought, it's going to keep me up at night 😂

(also to the anon who sent an ask about Nat's thighs, I'm not going to post it because I have minors following at the moment and so I warn before I post outright nsf-w but thank you for the imagery. I appreciate you)

#anon cuties #anon WH*RES #m answers #beefy!nat #buff nat #h word thoughts #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #🚁 anon #I'm thinking about making this an 18 only blog to be fair but i dont think i post enough smut for that

[widowbitessting]

The One with the Scary Game

Word Count: 546

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: MJ encourages you to play FNaF. What could possibly go wrong?

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

(I swear I got an ask for this, but can I find it? No. I remember it being along the lines of Natasha hearing Baby shouting: "Mommy!" and coming rushing to her aid. It's not the best thing I've written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)

xoxo

You really should stop listening to MJ.

It’s becoming a serious problem. 

Especially for your heart.

Even if you do want to murder her. 

“It’s not that scary,” You mimic MJ’s voice, pulling a face. “You’ll be fine, they’re only cuddly animatronics. What’s the worst that could happen?” 

You’re standing on the sofa, nervously bouncing as you re-check the cameras, begging Chica and Bonnie to stay away. 

“C’mon 6am. C’mon 6am…” 

Someone slams the fridge door and it startles you.

“Can you not!” You glance quickly back at Carol who’s smirking. 

“Sorry, little one. Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Sure you didn’t.” 

You get laugh as a response as Carol leaves you to your game. 

“C’mon 6am…c’mon…” 

Your hands are so clammy it’s no joke. 

“5am! How is it still 5am?” 

You check the cameras again, letting out a whimper when you spot Freddie on the move too. 

“NO! C’mon now!” 

You exhale shakily. 

“Mommy…mommy…mommy…” It comes out in a quiet chant. “Mooommmyyyy.” 

You frantically check the doors, letting out an incoherent string of words when you stop Bonnie in time. 

“I can do this…I can do this…” 

You really think you are. 

Convinced you’re about the beat the third night, when you hear a laugh. 

Your body freezes up and you’re about to ask yourself what that was, when Freddie pops out of nowhere, scaring the soul right out of your body. 

You scream at the top of your lungs.

Shouting: “MOMMY!” as your controller is launched into the air; toppling off the sofa in a tangle of limbs. 

You lie there. 

Mortified. 

Envisioning the different ways you can murder MJ for telling you to play this game. 

The main light is switched on as Natasha comes sprinting into the room, blinding you momentarily.

“Who died?!” 

A sad noise leaves you.

And you point to the screen that says GAME OVER. 

“I did...” 

“Oh detka…” Natasha walks over to where you’re lying on the floor and offers her hand down to you. “I warned you not to play it in the dark.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You allow her to help you up and quickly wrap your arms around her. 

“Do I want to know why you shouted my title at the top of your lungs?” She asks, looking at you. “Got a secret kink you need to share with us?”

You bark out a laugh and playfully shove the red head away. 

“Nerd. I do not have a - no - I just, shut up.” 

Natasha just laughs at you and pulls you in for another cuddle. 

“My brave girl, hmm?” 

It takes you a second to reply.

“...yes.” 

“How ‘bout we leave the scary game for today? Wanna have a bubble bath with mommy?” 

Your eyes light up.

“With candles?” 

“Anything my sweet baby wants. Wanna race?” 

“You’re on!”

Natasha smiles lovingly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Wanna do the count down or shall I do it?” 

“You can this time.” You reply. 

“Ready?” You nod in reply. “3…2...1…Go!” 

Natasha darts off as you attempt to leap over the sofa.

Your giggles fill the quiet apartment as you dart up the stairs, just behind Natasha. 

“Get back here, Romanoff!” 

“Gotta be quicker than that, baby girl! I’m gonna win!” 

You let her win. 

Totally. 

#natasha romanoff #sugar mommies #reader insert #spiderbites #sugar mommies!asks #smu #little liv writes! #sugar mommies drabble #smu universe

[just-aake]

Boundless Devotion - Part IX

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Warnings: angst, mention and hints of abuse, brief violence

Words: 5824

Something feels different with you and Natasha.

It’s not a drastic shift, nothing extremely out of the ordinary. 

It’s more like an observation of yours concerning your interactions with her.

Ever since the festival, Carol’s comments have been echoing in your mind, causing you to notice things you didn’t before.

For instance, during quiet moments reading in the library, you occasionally catch Natasha gazing at you from the corner of your eye.

Whenever you turn to meet her gaze in question, her expression would soften into her usual grin, and that familiar warm feeling from many times before would re-emerge between the two of you.

Moments like that have left you wondering if this tension between you is new or if it has always existed before.

You are unable to come to a definitive conclusion though because as the days pass, there is less time for you to observe Natasha much further.

With only three days left until the coronation, the preparations keep everyone in the kingdom and the castle busy, especially Natasha who appears more exhausted every time you see her.

So, in an attempt to offer her a break from her responsibilities, you invited her for a sword training session by the lake the next morning.

It was a chance for you to both fulfill your promise to her and hopefully address this unspoken tension between you.

Natasha had eagerly accepted your invitation, her tired expression replaced by an excited, appreciative smile when you asked her.

Now, under the early morning sun, Natasha stands in front of you, confidently wielding a wooden practice sword in her hand while you grip a similar one in yours. 

She has already gone through the basics with you and now believes that you are ready for a practice spar with her, despite the doubtful look that you gave her.

"Remember to move with your whole body, not just your arms," Natasha reminds you as she takes her stance. 

You nod with your gaze locked on hers, determined to at least show her that her efforts were not completely in vain.

The two of you begin to circle each other slowly, Natasha waiting patiently for you to make the first move. 

With a deep breath, you finally lunge to strike her, and she effortlessly blocks your attack in turn, but still, you persist, following with a series of swings she taught you earlier.

Throughout each exchange, Natasha guides your movements, offering helpful pointers and gentle advice.

Then once she gets the sense of your comfort, Natasha initiates some strikes of her own, forcing you to also focus on defense, dodging and parrying her attacks in turn. 

Eventually, the both of you end up moving together in harmony, almost as though you are dancing to the melody of your swords connecting with each strike.

As the spar continues, the tension in the air also seems to increase with every gasp of breath, each movement drawing the two of you closer and closer together without even realizing it.

At one point, your swords lock, and you push determinedly against her block, bringing your faces inches apart.

Natasha’s eyes instantly shift from the swords trapped between your bodies to your eyes, her own shining with a proud glint as her smile widens.

You let out a shaky exhale and feel your breath quicken, not just from the training, but from the intensity of her gaze now focused on you.

There’s that look again, the one that makes you wonder if Carol was right — the familiar warm look that gives you a glimmer of hope that Natasha may feel something more for you.

The sword in your hand becomes an afterthought as you focus on Natasha's presence.

With your faces so close, that previous irresistible force draws you nearer to her, and you bite your lip unconsciously at the reminder of the last time you were this close to her.

Natasha’s eyes seemingly darken as they drift down and fix on your lips at the movement, causing your heart to race and your cheeks to flush even further.

"I—I think we can take a break," Natasha whispers, her voice husky with emotion. 

She steps back from you, breaking the intense connection.

The distance helps to clear your mind a bit as you clear your throat slightly and make a sound of agreement, unable to trust your voice. You can still feel your heart racing as you try to collect yourself.

Thankfully, Natasha doesn’t see your flustered expression as she turns around and heads to the edge of the lake.

“That was good. You almost hit me at one point,” Natasha compliments over her shoulder. 

You huff in amusement and roll your eyes at her words, knowing she was just trying to be supportive. 

“That’s only because you let me get that close,” you point out, aware of how she went easy on you. 

You’ve watched Natasha train enough times to know that this was just a fraction of her usual speed and strength.

Natasha chuckles lightly, not denying your claim. 

Kneeling at the lake’s edge, she splashes some water on her face to help her cool down and relieve the flush that she still feels on her cheeks.

For some reason, when your face suddenly appeared so close to hers, Natasha swears that she had completely lost focus for a moment there, all thoughts of the training leaving her mind. 

That was why she had suggested the break so that she could take some time to compose herself.

Behind her, you fidget with the wooden sword in your hand, digging its point against the ground in a nervous pattern.

That moment just now reminded you of the other topic you wanted to discuss with Natasha today. 

With a deep breath, you call out to her.

“Natasha, can I ask you something?” 

She hums in acknowledgment, her back still turned to you.

"Do you—have you ever—,“ you groan internally, struggling to find the words to express your question.

It’s not like you can just bluntly ask if Natasha has any feelings for you. 

With a resigned sigh, you decide to ask instead, “What would you do if you like someone, but you don’t exactly know how they feel about you?”

Natasha freezes, surprised by the question. 

That uncomfortable feeling in her chest from the night of the festival returns, and the memory of you and Carol standing close together flashes through her mind. 

She swallows nervously as she focuses on her reflection in the water, her expression showing one of discomfort at the memory. 

Natasha sighs internally, knowing she can’t avoid these kinds of discussions with you forever.

"I guess, for me, I would just ask them directly about how they feel,” she replies honestly.

A small smile forms on your face as you shake your head knowingly.

Of course Natasha has the confidence to do something like that. 

You don’t think you would be able to do the same.

After making sure the color on her face and her expression have returned to normal, Natasha stands and makes her way back to you. She tilts her head at you curiously.

"Is there someone you have in mind?" she asks you in turn.

There’s a short pause as you contemplate your answer.

Wanda’s words from the festival echo in your mind, giving you a little courage to at least try for what you want for once. 

"There is," you admit softly. 

“Oh,” Natasha sighs lightly with a tight smile before asking, “Do I know her?” 

You smile gently as you think about Natasha and what she means to you. 

“Yeah, she’s…she’s really amazing, and she’s one of my closest friends. That’s why I don’t want to ruin anything between us,” you explain your hesitance.

Natasha watches your face soften as you talk, and she closes her eyes briefly in resignation, already suspecting that you are referring to Carol.

She should be happy that you found someone you liked, and she knows Carol is a good person who would treat you well if you got together. 

So, despite the uncomfortable ache in her chest, Natasha decides that she will support you in your decision no matter what.

“Well, I wouldn’t be too worried, Y/n. Anybody would be honored to have you as a partner,” Natasha reassures you.

Your heart swells with hope at her praise, and you open your mouth to tell her the truth about your feelings, but then Natasha’s next words catch you off guard.

“I’m sure Carol feels the same way,” Natasha tells you with a small smile.

A small crack forms in your heart as your smile turns downward slightly, and you tilt your head in confusion. 

"Carol?" 

Natasha nods, looking down and fidgeting with the sword in her hand. She is unable to meet your gaze, not wanting you to see her upset feelings about her next words.

"You know, with my coronation almost here, you won't have to pretend to be in a relationship with me much longer. You'll be free to be with the person that you want."

The crack in your heart widens with the realization of what she means, and you raise your hand to your chest in an attempt to ease the growing pain there. 

"And you think that the person I should be with is Carol?" you ask with a furrowed brow.

"I've seen the way she looks at you, Y/n.”

Natasha’s lips press into a thin line as she reluctantly admits her next words.

“I’m sure the two of you together would be...great."

Your heart shatters at her words as you come to a disappointing conclusion.

You were right. Natasha doesn’t like you in that way.

The two of you are just friends, and you were foolish to think otherwise. 

You feel your eyes well up slightly with tears, but you blink them back, hiding your sadness and disappointment.

Natasha finally looks up at your silence and notices the change in your expression. She reaches out in concern toward your hand that was still clutched at your chest.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

At Natasha’s movement, you pull your hand down, hiding it behind your back and offering her a weak smile. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought…”

You shake your head, your voice cracking slightly as you try to keep your emotions under control.

“Never mind, it was stupid."

Natasha furrows her brows in confusion. 

The conversation fades into an awkward and heavy silence, like a sudden weight pressing down on the both of you. 

Unable to bear the pressure, you excuse yourself, offering the practice sword back to her.

“I’m sorry, Natasha, I’m not feeling so well. Can we continue the training another day?”

“Sure,” Natasha replies slowly in hesitation, taking the sword. She steps closer to you.

“I can bring you home,” she offers.

You shake your head quickly, taking a step back in response to keep the distance between you and Natasha.

"It's fine. I can go by myself.”

You need to spend some time alone to gather your thoughts and push away your feelings so that you can return to the way it was before with Natasha.

As just friends.

Natasha searches your face and finds that she can’t understand the reason for the subtle signs of distress in your expression.

“Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly. 

You nod reassuringly, your smile strained. 

"I'll see you later, Natasha," you promise weakly, turning around to leave.

With a growing ache in her chest, Natasha watches you walk away, your sad expression lingering in her mind.

For some reason, Natasha can’t help but feel that she just did something wrong.  

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha slumps into her window seat, letting out a heavy sigh. She leans her head back against the window sill as her arm rests atop her bended knee.

Her eyes glance out the window. Even though she can’t see your manor from here, her gaze still finds its general direction. 

She thinks back to the conversation with you at the lake, attempting to understand the reason behind your sad expression when you left her. 

The only guess that Natasha has as to the possible cause of your sudden sullen mood is the discussion about your feelings for the person you liked.

That reminder causes her eyes to drift down to the small box in her hand, cradling the ring that you had singled out as your favorite. 

The item stirs a sudden sense of nostalgia for Natasha, of a time when life was simpler for you and her, back when she didn’t have to imagine the idea of you being with someone else. 

Someone who wasn’t her.

Natasha’s eyes widen at the thought, and she sits up abruptly as a realization washes over her.  

Determined to confirm her suspicion, Natasha envisions you and Carol together, and sure enough, that tight, uncomfortable ache returns in her chest.

But then, Natasha shifts her thoughts to the moments when you are with her.

Her heart suddenly warms at the memories of you.

Your smiles and laughter. Your playful and teasing banters with her and the way you treat her as a person, not just the princess.

The times when you were not by her side and how she would always seek you out. 

How she never tires of listening to your voice talk about your interests.

The desire to keep you safe and protect you from harm. 

All the times you blush around her.

That one moment when you both accidentally kissed and how much she wanted to lean in for another.

Overwhelmed by all the memories, Natasha covers her face and groans aloud in realization at her obliviousness. 

“Uh oh, did something happen with Y/n?” 

Yelena’s voice breaks her thoughts, and Natasha looks up from her hands to find her sister standing in the doorway, her brows furrowing at the question.

“What makes you say that?” 

Yelena shrugs and enters the room, plopping down on the bed casually.

“Every time Y/n avoided you before, you would sit there and brood in your room for days.”

Natasha exhales in disbelief, running her fingers through her hair exasperatedly at Yelena’s words.

Has it always been that obvious?

Natasha glances down at the ring in her lap, thinking about you again. That warm feeling envelops her heart instantly, and now she knows what it means.

“I think I’m in love with Y/n,” Natasha breathes out. 

At her admission, Yelena stares at her blankly for a moment before suddenly slumping against the bed and letting out a deep breath of relief. 

“Oh, thank god, I thought I was going to lose for a moment there.”

Her comment snaps Natasha out of her reverie. 

Confused and suspicious, Natasha stands up from her window seat and approaches Yelena, who is now lying upside down across her bed. She places her hands on her hips and demands an explanation. 

“What are you talking about?” 

Yelena waves her hand nonchalantly in the air as she explains.

“Well, Kate and I had a bet on how long it would take for you to realize your feelings for Y/N after your whole fake relationship plan was created.”

“You knew?” Natasha exclaims, grabbing a pillow nearby and hitting Yelena with it. “And you didn’t say anything?!”

“Hey!” Yelena grabs another pillow to block her sister’s attacks before standing up on the other side of the bed, out of Natasha’s reach. 

“At least I had some faith in you and said that you would figure it out before your coronation.” 

Natasha throws her hands in the air in frustration. 

“How was I supposed to suddenly figure out by myself that I am in love with Y/n? We’ve been friends for years."

Yelena raises her brows and scoffs in disbelief before pointing a finger accusingly at her.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at Y/n,” she remarks bluntly.

Exasperated, Natasha groans in disbelief, running her hand through her hair in frustration.

Yelena raises her hand reassuringly.

“No, this is good. Now the two of you can just stop this whole fake relationship plan and actually get together,” she points out.

Natasha pauses, suddenly remembering her earlier conversation with you at the lake, and she winces as she recalls her words to you.

Yelena notices her expression and narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“What did you do?” she asks.

Natasha drags her hand down her face, shaking her head.

“Y/n and I talked earlier today, and I may have suggested…that she and Carol be together.” 

She lets the pillow that Yelena throws hit her, upset by her own actions now too.

“You are hopeless,” Yelena states plainly before climbing over the bed to her side and grabbing her wrist. 

“Come on, we need to go to Y/n’s and fix this.”

Natasha shakes her head and pulls her hand back from Yelena’s grip. 

“I can’t leave now. I have that security meeting with dad and all of the knights in the courtyard later,” she explains. 

The only free time she had was this morning with you.

After that, she is busy for the rest of the day with finalizing the details for the coronation.

Yelena crosses her arms and frowns at Natasha. 

“Well, we can’t have Y/n think you don’t love her and then decide to be with Carol instead,” she argues.

“Yelena’s right,” a voice interrupts them.  

The two sisters snap their attention to the person leaning against the open doorway.

Carol has an amused expression on her face as she stares pointedly at them. 

“The two of you should really close the door when you’re discussing sensitive information such as fake relationships,” she quips casually.

Natasha turns to shoot a disapproving look to Yelena, who avoids her gaze and rubs her neck sheepishly.  

Carol steps into the room and continues, “Yelena is right though. I like beating you, Natasha, but not like this.” 

Natasha furrows her brow in confusion. 

“What are you saying?” she asks.

Carol nods her head toward the door and explains.

“You should go and clear things up with Y/n. I’m sure your father won’t mind if I help him with organizing the knights in your place.”

At the offer, Yelena grabs Natasha’s arm and begins to pull her along again. 

“Great, that’s settled. Let’s go.” 

As Natasha goes past Carol, the other princess places her hand on Natasha’s shoulder to stop her for a moment and gives her a teasing smirk. 

“You have one chance, Natasha. If Y/n rejects you, I’m not going to hold back,” Carol warns playfully.  

Natasha huffs in amusement and rolls her eyes.

They may be rivals at times, but she’s glad that at the end of it all the two of them can still treat each other as friends.

She gives Carol a firm nod in acknowledgment and a pat in appreciation before quickly leaving.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

After your swift exit away from the lake and Natasha, you make your way slowly down the path toward your manor.

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you remember Natasha’s words.

You can’t help but blame yourself for assuming that Natasha might have deeper feelings for you. It’s clear that she only sees you as a friend.

Disappointment washes over you again at the reminder, but you quickly brush off the feeling.

It’s not like you didn’t already know this before. 

Instead of being sad about something you already knew was not possible, you should find comfort in the fact that you still have Natasha in your life, even if the both of you remain just as close friends.

Losing that connection with her is not something you ever want to experience again.

As you approach the manor gates, your thoughts distract you, making you oblivious to the figure emerging from the shadows behind you. 

A hand grabs your arm, startling you from your thoughts.

You pull back in shock and turn to face the stranger, quickly recognizing him as the man who bumped into you at the festival.

Seeing your startled expression, he quickly releases your arm and steps back, allowing some space between you.

Cautiously, you take another step back to increase the distance between the two of you before addressing the stranger. 

“You’re the one from before. Who are you?”

He remains silent as his eyes carefully study your face.

“Can I help you?” you try again.

Still, he doesn’t respond.

A small feeling of frustration wells up in you as you recall his previous disinterest in responding to you.

About to repeat your question, you overhear him muttering something under his breath. 

“It can’t be possible.”

He continues to examine you, lost in thought. 

“But there is a resemblance,” he says absentmindedly.

You frown in confusion at his words, so you try to see if he would clarify his meaning. 

“What are you talking about?” 

The man focuses his attention on you, furrowing his brows when he realizes you had heard him. 

With a final study of your face, he finally answers.

“You really do look so much like your mother.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his words.

Besides the information concerning her death, there is little to nothing that you know about your mother, not even what she looks like.

It was as if after her death, your father had erased all traces of her existence.

During the year, when he had finally remained in the kingdom long enough for you to ask, he got violently upset.

You touch your neck lightly, still remembering the pressure there, before shaking your head to brush away the memory.

You never asked him about her again after that.

“You knew my mother?” you ask curiously.

Feelings of pain and regret cloud his eyes as he begins to respond, but then he seems to realize something, his eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here? This place belongs to Dreykov.”

You glance at the manor, then back at him before cautiously responding in confusion.

“This is my home. Lord Dreykov is my father.”

Your words cause his eyes to widen in shock and anger to appear on his face.

“No, he isn’t!” he growls, grabbing your arm once more and attempting to pull you away. “You shouldn’t be here!”

Confusion and alarm course through you as you struggle to free yourself, but to your realization, he is much stronger than you. 

“Hey!” Pietro’s voice calls out from behind. “Let her go!”

Soon, the man is pushed away from you, and you are pulled back swiftly.

Pietro stands protectively in front of you, with his arm outstretched, creating a barrier between you and the man.

“Wait, Pietro,” you say, placing your hand on his arm reassuringly as he attempts to back the two of you away.

Pietro glances doubtfully at you before reluctantly lowering his arm to his side at your request, though he still stays close to you, remaining vigilant.

Turning your attention back to the man on the ground, you think about his cryptic words.

"What did you mean just now?" you ask him to explain.

Before he can respond, a voice from behind makes you tense in surprise at his unexpected presence.

“Well, look who we have here.”

Your father strides past you, his condescending gaze fixed on the man. 

With a wave of his hands, his guards restrain the man and force him to his knees.

The man’s anger flares at the sight of Dreykov, and he struggles violently against the guards’ hold on him but he cannot escape their grip.

Dreykov smirks menacingly at him.

“Oh, Barnes, you have fallen so low after all these years,” Dreykov mocks, chuckling. “Though I assume being constantly on the run doesn’t help, does it?”

“Because of you!” the man snarls and tries to lunge at Dreykov, but he is quickly overpowered and pinned to the ground for his action.

Your eyes widen at the revelation, connecting the information on who this stranger was.

You examine the man closely again.

Barnes, or more precisely Sir James Barnes, was the name of the previous captain of the Stark Kingdom, also known as the traitor who murdered the members of the Stark royal family right after the war. 

You look between your father and him critically, still trying to piece together their relationship with each other.

It was obviously antagonistic for both sides, judging by their interaction.

Dreykov clicks his tongue mockingly as he shakes his head at Barnes, who still glares up at him from his pinned position. 

Your father then turns his attention to you, seemingly remembering your presence.

Instinctively, you pull Pietro back behind you as you tensely watch his eyes flicker between you and Barnes in thought.

He finally settles on you as he demands.

“What did he say to you?”

You glance at Barnes on the ground, who subtly shakes his head at you.

At your hesitance, your father takes a menacing step toward you, and you snap your attention back to him.

“He said nothing,” you reply quickly. “He just came out of nowhere and surprised me. That’s all.”

Your father scrutinizes you closely for a moment before chuckling darkly and turning his attention back to Barnes.

"Did you really come out of hiding to try and ambush me after all these years, only to fail so pathetically?"

You wince as your father presses his boot against Barnes's pinned head, speaking condescendingly.

“Though, I wouldn’t blame yourself too much for your failure,” he turns to look at you in disdain, causing you to instinctively take a step back at the harsh glare.

“After all, this girl does tend to ruin plans.”

Pietro growls at his insult toward you and tries to take a step forward, but your hand quickly reaches out in front of him to stop his advance, giving him a subtle shake of your head. 

Dreykov’s eyes narrow at Pietro’s movement, but you step forward, drawing his attention back to you before he can get upset at Pietro’s almost act of disrespect. 

You gesture to Barnes.

“What are you going to do with him?” you ask in concern.

Dreykov rolls his eyes at your worried tone, removing his foot from Barnes’ head and stepping away.

“Lock him up. I’ll deal with him later,” he commands.

You watch as the guards lead Barnes away until he disappears from view, leaving you with a sense of unease at the fact that the meaning of his previous words remains a mystery to you.

“Where are they taking him?” you inquire, hoping to find a chance to get some more answers from him.

“That is none of your concern,” your father responds sternly, his eyes fixed on you with a disapproving glare.

“You should be more worried about the consequences of your actions and behavior today.”

Confusion washes over you as you furrow your brows, trying to comprehend what you might have done to have displeased him.

At your perplexed expression, he gestures to you with a reprimanding tone. 

“Why is it that whenever I return, you are never where you are supposed to be?” he criticizes.

Realizing that he was referring to your absence this morning, you begin to explain.

“I was—”

“I don’t want your excuses,” he interrupts sharply, causing you to shut your mouth in a flinch at his tone. 

With a wave of his hands, his guards approach you, their firm grips fastening onto your arms. 

“Take her to her room and make sure she stays there,” he orders them. 

“Hey!” Pietro exclaims as he moves toward you to help you, but then he is also apprehended by some guards, twisting his arms painfully behind his back. 

Seeing the way the guards roughly grab Pietro, you manage to free yourself from their grasp and take a deliberate step toward your father. 

“Stop, I’ll go,” you quickly reassure, your voice shaking slightly as you confront him directly.

You gesture to Pietro, still struggling in the guards’ grip. 

“Just tell them to let him go.” 

Your father’s scrutinizing gaze seems to weigh your words and actions for a moment as if determining if it was an act of defiance or not before coming to a decision.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, the guards release their hold on Pietro and shove him in your direction. 

You catch Pietro and let out a breath of relief that he is safe at your side again.

Your father scoffs at your reaction, rolling his eyes at your concern. He raises a warning finger at you.

“See that you stay in that room,” your father remarks sternly. “I have more important matters to attend to today than to wonder where you will wander off to.”

With those words, he turns and heads back toward the manor without another glance at you.

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Natasha raises a skeptical brow as she confronts the guards blocking the entrance to your manor.

“What do you mean I can’t see Lady Y/n?” she asks, her voice laced with a subtle warning.

The guard stands firm in his position, responding with a monotone formality.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. No visitors are allowed inside the manor today.”

Unfazed by the refusal, Yelena shrugs nonchalantly, stepping forward to address the guard. 

“Fine, then let us invite Y/n back to the castle.”

She attempts to move around the guard, but he quickly steps in her way, blocking her path. 

“Lady Y/n is not allowed to leave the premises either for the remainder of the day,” he declares, his expression emotionless and unyielding.

Natasha narrows her eyes, an uneasiness forming in her as she questions, “Not allowed? By who?”

“That would be me.”

Lord Dreykov emerges from the manor, answering Natasha’s question. 

“Your Highnesses,” he greets them with a curt nod.

“Lord Dreykov, you’ve returned from your trip,” Natasha states plainly, her expression growing serious at his presence.

She was not informed that he had returned to the kingdom, and since you didn’t mention anything about it either, this must have occurred recently after you met with her. 

The thought of you reminds Natasha of the pressing issue of your situation.

“What is this about Y/n not being allowed to leave?” she questions.

Dreykov disregards her intimidating tone, casually examining his hand in disinterest as he replies.

“Yes, well, I’m afraid Y/n won’t be able to see you today.” 

Natasha squints at him in suspicion, before pointing out.

“I was just with her this morning.”

Dreykov scoffs at the revelation, rolling his eyes.

“So that’s where she wandered off to,” he waves his hand in dismissal. “Nonetheless, this is for her own good.”

“How?” Yelena interjects, stepping forward. “It just sounds like you’re treating her as a prisoner.”

Dreykov chuckles and shakes his head. 

“No, just a concerned father for his daughter’s well-being. I’m sure King Alexei understands the feeling.” 

He gestures to the two of them. 

“I’m surprised he’s letting his two daughters outside of the safety of the castle walls after what I heard happened at the tournament.”

His eyes turn to focus on the younger princess.

“By the way, Princess Yelena, it was unfortunate how things ended up, wasn’t it?”

“Sure,” Yelena replies bluntly, crossing her arms and instantly recognizing the insincerity of his concerned tone. 

Natasha steps forward, drawing his attention back to her.

Her mother warned her about taking any actions against Lord Dreykov, but that doesn’t mean she can’t try to get some more information on what he knows about the situation.

While she tries to maintain a neutral tone, her voice carries a hint of accusation as she probes. 

“Then I’m sure you also heard about Oksana and her condition. Doesn’t it sound like something you would be familiar with, Lord Dreykov?”

Dreykov grins politely, though his eyes narrow in response to Natasha's words.

“I assume you are asking for my opinion on her situation and state of mind and that you are not insinuating anything else, Your Highness.”

Natasha's response is equally measured as she responds. 

“I’m just trying to figure out what’s happening, for the safety of everyone in the kingdom.”

He snorts derisively at her, waving his hand dismissively.

“Then you shouldn’t concern yourself about my intentions. That is something we can agree on — a better future for the kingdom.” 

His eyes narrow at her, observing her up and down seemingly in contempt before continuing.

“However, as for the one who can accomplish such a thing, my opinion remains the same as before.”

The reminder of their previous conversation concerning her ability to rule makes Natasha clench her fists in frustration, only this time she doesn’t have you next to her as a calming presence.

Dreykov smirks as if satisfied at causing her reaction, and he gestures to the gates of the manor in dismissal. 

“Now, I believe it’s time for the two of you to leave. I’m sure the esteemed heir to the kingdom has more important responsibilities to attend to than to waste time seeking out my daughter,” he challenges, raising his eyebrow at her with a knowing expression.

Natasha’s mouth presses into a thin line as she refrains from responding in a way she knows her mother would disapprove of.

It’s obvious that Lord Dreykov was just trying to provoke her again. 

She glances at the guards’ unwavering stance at the doors, knowing that going through the front is not an option at the moment. She would need to find another way to see you.

“I’ll come back another time then,” Natasha grits out.

With a curt nod goodbye, Natasha turns around to leave with Yelena following in tow.

“I do hope you heed my previous advice from before,” Lord Dreykov’s voice calls out to her, his tone filled with a mocking warning and making her pause with a deepening frown.

“After all, you don’t want to be caught unprepared when that peace of yours eventually crumbles, especially before such a crucial event.”

With those last ominous words, the manor door and gates close shut behind them.

Yelena kicks a stone against the gates angrily, exclaiming in frustration, “What a jerk! How does Y/n stand him?” 

Natasha's calm gaze remains fixated on your manor walls, her thoughts consumed by the strange situation. 

"I don't know," she responds distractedly, her mind working on a solution.

Yelena releases another angry huff before noticing Natasha is still facing your manor, lost in thought. 

Knowing Natasha’s determination, she places a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she offers an alternative idea. 

“Do you want to head over to Kate’s to regroup and see if we can come up with another way to see Y/n?” 

Shaking her head, Natasha’s lips curl into a small smirk as her eyes focus on the open window of your room, where your curtains sway gently in the breeze.

“No, you go ahead. I already have a plan.”

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hey. So how about big sis Natasha and little sis reader. (They live in an orphanage called the red room)

Jock Nat finds out that her nerd little sis is getting bullied by the cheer squad. Protective Nat isn't having any of it ..... even if she has to fight with her best friend, cheer cap Wanda ...... ?

Please and thank you 😊

Sweater Weather

Reader Description: She/her, nerdy, often wears an outer, freshman.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Sister!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Bullying, mentions of suicide.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

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They always said high school was the best time of your life, at least that's what they said in movies or whatever the hell that guy said in that crappy TV show, 'Highs and lows of high school football'.

Y/n thought it was stupid. The show, and high school. It could be that it's true, that this was supposed to be the best time of her life. Yet perhaps that only applies to the popular kids and the jocks who wouldn't stop reminiscing about the 'good old times.'

The amount of alumni that would go back to her class and just talk to the teacher even though they only graduated like a few months ago was insane. And most of the time Y/n could tell they are one of those popular kids. Y/n could only hope her sister doesn't end up like that when she graduates.

Natasha Romanoff, star of Westview High. Captain of the softball team. And is probably dating the hot cheerleader captain, Wanda Maximoff. Natasha is proud, confident, she strides through the hallway like she owns the school. Contrast to her sisters who stray away from the spotlight, Yelena Belova and Y/n Romanoff.

Well... perhaps only Y/n. If Y/n would put them into high school stereotypes, Yelena would probably fall under the 'Cool' kids category. One where people know her and thought she's fun to be around with, she's funny, sarcastic. People knew Yelena, and Yelena knew people, but only sticks to her group of friends and not all that into popularity. Y/n thinks that's the best type of category to be in.

You fit in with everyone, and everyone just chills with you. Unfortunately for Y/n, she got the worst hierarchy in high school society.

The nerds.

Being a nerd isn't necessarily a bad thing... Well, that's what her sisters always tells her at least. But really it's hard to believe that when she gets cornered by two cheerleaders in the bathroom, how cliche.

"Hey girl!" Shannon, probably the bitchiest out of the whole cheerleading squad. "What are you doingg?" She asked with faux interest.

Y/n doesn't answer and merely kept her head down while she washes her hand.

"Don't be rude!" The other cheerleader bumped her hips while giggling to Shannon. "Oh. My. God. I LOVE your sweater, where'd you get it?"

Christ, they literally are a walking stereotype. Y/n knew they weren't interested in her sweater, this was just one of those teasing that these plastic bitches love to do. "It was my mother's..."

"And was your mom like... an old hag?" Well that was just too far, the only thing Y/n had from her birth mother was this sweater after she died in the house fire. Y/n stayed silent.

The two kept giggling while side eyeing her on the side, occasionally re-applying their make up in the mirror. Y/n quickly finishes up, not wanting to be around them any longer. She quickly left the bathroom but she heard the two giggling and talking about her behind her back.

This has been going on for months ever since she started high school. Honestly, Y/n should be used to it at this point. But that comment about her sweater crossed the line and she needed to leave quick before things escalated.

Y/n spent the rest of the day with her head down, minding her own business and eating lunch alone at the cafeteria. Normally she would sit with her friends, Shuri and Peter, the two other nerds, but they were attending some competition at the moment.

All the while, Natasha was sitting at a different table with her group of friends which was mostly made up of her teammates and the some of the Baseball boys.

"All I'm saying is if you don't ask her out, I will." Carol said with a mouthful of food.

"And I will kick you out of the team, Danvers." Natasha narrowed her eyes at Carol.

"Seriously, just ask her out. The tension is so thick I can practically punch through it."

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, but her gaze ended up locking onto a brunette who was sitting at another table. Green orbs met hers, and Wanda gave her the sweetest smile. Natasha couldn't help but to avert her gaze whilst trying to hide the grin creeping onto her face.

"Ugh, I'm going to barf." Clint said as he fake gagged. Natasha punched his shoulder lightly and he winced.

"Shut up before I show Laura that horrendous hair you had in 6th grade."

"Don't you fucking dare-"

The group fell into an easy conversation, talking about their plans after school. Showing each other funny videos they found while scrolling through social medias. Everything wasn’t out of the ordinary until suddenly they heard yelling from another table.

"Leave me alone!" The voice yelled, normally Natasha would ignore it but when the voice belonged to her little sister, her head snapped to the source.

The cafeteria was silence, some whispers could be heard. The cheerleader table fell into a hushed giggling, occasionally glancing at Y/n's table. Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and returned her gaze to Y/n. She could see Shannon Carter sitting at the same table with her, wait are they friends or...??

"Was that Y/n?" She heard Clint's voice.

Y/n was quickly got up from her seat, feeling uncomfortable at the amount of eyes on her. She was in the verge of tears, but manages to hold it through until she was out of sight. Natasha quickly got up from her seat, which caught the attention of the rest of the group.

"Where are you going??" Carol asked.

"I'm just gonna check up on my sister." Her friends simply nod, knowing how protective Natasha is over her family.

Natasha made a note to slow her walk as she passed the cheerleader table, with her perceptive ear she manages to caught a few sentence. "She's probably so poor, that's why she has no other clothes to wear." She heard Shannon said. Fashion police much? Especially when she dresses like a basic bitch-

"Maybe it's vintage." She heard Wanda responded with a little bit of an attitude. Wanda notices Natasha passing by and greeted her, only for Natasha to glare and ignore her. She may like Wanda, but no one messes with her little sister.

She navigates her way through the hallway, trying to find Y/n. Damn it where is she?

Think, Natasha, think! Where would she go?

She trusted her instinct and it led her to the music room, surely enough, someone was playing the piano. Natasha peeked through the window and saw a glimpse of a familiar y/h/c hair, she opened the door and her sister was slightly alarmed, but ultimately let out a sigh of relief upon noticing it was only Natasha.

"Hey Nat."

Natasha gently smiled and took a seat beside her. Y/n's hand danced on the keys gracefully, filling the room with soft tunes.

"You wanna tell me what happened?"

Y/n shook her head, and Natasha didn't budged. Natasha simply let her head rest on Y/n's shoulder listening to her play. Y/n finishes and started to play another piece, one that was special to them. Natasha recognize the song as soon as Y/n played the intro. 'Love of my life' by Queen.

"Mom would be proud of you." Natasha said in a soft tone.

Y/n didn't answer, yet she had a soft smile on her face as she played the piano. Their mother used to play this song when they were younger. Natasha, Yelena, and Y/n would huddle around her and watched as their mother skillfully moved her fingers across the keys. They would fight over who could play the piano first, as they all wanted to be as skilled as their mother.

But ultimately, Y/n was the only one who inherited her talents. They didn’t talk and only enjoyed the soft tunes of from the piano for a little while, with Natasha occasionally humming to the lyrics.

When the song ended, the room was filled with silence. After a few moments, Y/n finally spoke up. “I don’t… Feel like going back today.”

Natasha nodded, she knew Y/n had meant the orphanage. They refused to call that dump a home. That orphanage shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

“You want to crash at Clint’s?”

“I’m not that close with him, beside, I kinda feel bad to his parents.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright, you want me to ask him?”

Y/n nodded and let out the breath she was holding, one less thing to worry about. “I didn’t mean to make a scene, they just went too far today.”

Natasha’s eyes shifted in confusion, she lift up her head that was resting on her sister’s shoulder to face her. “What do you mean?”

“They kept teasing me about the sweater, cause I kept wearing it almost everyday.”

“Well they should mind their own business.” Natasha said with a slight venom in her voice.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. It’s just because It’s mom’s y’know?”

Wait… “What? What do you mean by used to it??”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal-“

“No.” Natasha said firmly and turned to face Y/n fully. “No, it is a big deal. You’re telling me they’ve been bullying you?”

The younger Romanoff sighed, “You could call it that. But they never went as far as teasing, Nat. It’s fine.” Y/n knew how over protective her big sister could be.

In the Red Room, Natasha would not hesitate to punch someone if they messed with Y/n or Yelena. The other girls at the orphanage was afraid of Natasha because of it. As much as Y/n appreciates it, she didn’t exactly wanted to be known only as Natasha’s puny little sister.

Especially now that she’s in high school, where she could make a name for herself. Unfortunately high school stereotypes chooses you, not the other way around.

“Please just don't make a fuss about it.” Y/n said, hoping to change the subject but to no avail. Natasha was stubborn.

“It was Shannon Carter wasn’t it? I saw her sitting next to you before you left.” Oh well rest in peace Shannon. No point in trying to cover her fake ass now-

“If I say yes will you promise not to do anything?” Natasha gritted her teeth, she was about to protest but Y/n cut her off. “Nat, I'm being serious. I really, REALLY, just want to stay out of drama. Living in the orphanage is already hell, I don't need the teasing to go further because they know I'm your little sister."

Shannon better thank the gods because if not for Y/n, she would've need to book a plastic surgery appointment. Natasha reluctantly agreed to drop the subject. What matters now is cheering up Y/n.

An idea popped up in her head and Natasha playfully bumped their shoulders, "Hey, you wanna skip school?" She asked with a smirk.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, "Wouldn't we get in trouble?"

"Only if you get caught. Come on! I'm pretty sure Yelena's skipping too." It took a while to convince the younger Romanoff, but eventually they were out of the school's boundaries in no time. It was kind of embarrassing that her first time skipping school was with her big sisters, but nevertheless, Y/n thought it was fun.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.

Three days later, Natasha had been trying to avoid Wanda and her cheer squad. Because if she didn't, she would've probably punch Shannon Carter straight in the face. Unfortunately for her, fate wasn't exactly on her side.

While Natasha was opening her locker, Wanda approached her with that adorable smile. "Hey." Wanda greeted her shyly. It was strange really, the girl was different when she wasn't around her friends. Natasha found it rather adorable to see this other side of Wanda.

"Hi." Natasha responded with a kind smile, ok she may be a little upset at Wanda. But really, can you blame her? Wanda's extremely cute.

"Uh... I was just wondering if you wanted to go somewhere after practice, maybe get some food or whatever?" Wanda asked with hopeful eyes.

Natasha desperately wanted to say no. Mainly because she didn't want to associate with people who are friends with her sister's bully, unfortunately she is merely a teenager with raging hormones. "Yeah, sure."

Wanda then beamed in delight, "Ok! So uh, I'll see you then." They both then went to their respective class, both with a smile on their face.

Practice was hell that day, I mean fuck, she gets that competition was around the corner but today's drill was insane. At this point, Natasha thinks their coach is just trying to kill them. Thankfully they were done for the day and she's got a date with a hot cheer captain.

Natasha finishes up in the locker room with the other softball girls, they had to change rather quickly as they shared the locker room with the cheerleaders. Though they didn't mind sharing, it just gets a little crowded. Natasha felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to be greeted by those beautiful green eyes.

"Hey! I won't take long. Meet you outside?" Wanda asked.

Natasha nods, "Sure, I'm just finishing up. Text me when you're done." She responded rather shyly, only Wanda Maximoff could make her all fuzzy feeling.

Wanda smiled at her and returned to her place with her friends. Natasha went back to packing up the last of her equipments. Pants, towel, glove, and- shit where's my shoes?

"Did you guys see Y/n today?" Natasha tensed the moment she heard Shannon's voice.

"About time she wash that sweater." Another cheerleader said.

"Honestly, I bet it smells so bad." Sharron giggles. "It's not like her taste got any better, all of her clothes looked worn down."

"Guys stop it." Wanda said, gaining attention from her friends. Oh ok good to know she wasn't- "It's called being indie." Fucking hell, Natasha clenched her jaw. Trying to hide her disappointment.

The girls giggled and another one spoke up, "Does her parents not love her enough to buy her new clothes."

"I heard her parents died."

"If I was her mother, I would've killed myself too-" Sharron was quickly slammed against the locker by none other than Natasha Romanoff. Causing all the girls to look at her in shock. "What the fu-"

Natasha couldn't contain her anger and gave her another rough shoved, she didn't care that Wanda was witnessing the whole confrontation. "Go on. What else do you have to say, Carter?"

Sharron was lost for words, she could barely utter a word. "I-"

"What more do you have to say about my sister?" Shit.

"S-Sister?" Sharron manages to ask.

"If you so much as glance at her I won't hesitate to permanently damage your face. Got it?" Sharron didn't need to be told twice. The venom in Natasha's voice scared her to her core. She nodded frantically. "Same goes for the rest of you." That was all that Natasha said before hastily taking her leave.

The audacity of these girls.

Natasha stomps her way out of the locker room. She was filled with too much anger and disappointment. One, they insulted her sister. Two, they brought up her parents as well. And three, the fact that Wanda was no better than them. Her friend, her best friend, one she had a crush on, and maybe even love. Was a down right bitc-

"Natasha wait!" Speak of the devil.

Natasha tried to ignore her and made her way out of the school through the field. Wanda manages to catch up to her and pulled her to a stop. Yet Natasha pulled her hand away just as quick, it tore Wanda's heart. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Natasha please, I- I didn't know Y/n was your sister-" Wanda tried to reason. That made her furious.

"And if she wasn't, would it make in any better to bully someone?" Natasha asked. "Just- Leave me alone. I don't want to associate myself with someone like you." Natasha spat.

Wanda knew she was wrong, there's no denying that. But she didn't want to lose Natasha, her best friend. "Tasha, wait please just listen!"

"I have nothing more to say." Natasha started walking away again towards the parking lot, and she made it clear nothing Wanda had to say would make her listen. So, Wanda ran to stand in front of her to stop her track. Guilt smeared across her face.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really am!" She pleaded.

"I'm not the one you owe an apology too."

"I will, I promise. I just- I don't want to lose our friendship..."

Neither did Natasha. She genuinely liked Wanda, their friendship, and... well, Wanda. But nobody messes with her family. "You did that when you bullied my sister."

Wanda tried to defend herself, because yes she maybe have joined the conversation with her friends just to stay on topic, but she never actually teased Y/n. She never outright bullied her, or corner her in the bathroom. All she did was chime in here and there when their friends talked shit about other people. It doesn't make it any better, In any way It was pathetic.

But can you really blame her? She was merely a teenager trying to fit in.

Before Wanda could even explain herself, Natasha held up her hand to stop her. "Safe it. I don't ever want to speak to you."

"No... No, please. Natasha just listen-" Wanda was cut off by a honk of a car. They glanced to see Clint in a car with the window's down.

"Come on, lovebirds! I'm your chauffeur for the night." He clearly missed out on a few episodes.

Natasha quickly approached the car and got into the passenger seat. "Just drive, Clint. Date's canceled."

One of the things Natasha appreciates from Clint is that he understood her better than anyone. And seeing Natasha's distressed face, he drove out of the parking lot without another word. He gave Wanda a quick look of apology before rolling up his window.

Wanda watched as Clint's car drove out of the school boundaries. She felt sick to her stomach, tears pooling in her eyes. Wanda's heart broke into a million pieces. Not only did Natasha hated her, but she also ruined their friendship.

What can she do to restore it?

Hellooo, sorry this took a whilee. I've had many projects to do it makes my brain dead to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy this one! I'm planning to make a part 2, hopefully their relationship is not doomed😩

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