god you gotta have respect for how they built up the stakes around the ws. I don't know if I've seen them do so with any other characters so seamlessly.
like the guy continously haunts the narrative of the first half of the movie. he's so feared to the point that he comes across as almost fictional. he's a ghost story. and then he shows up in full blazing glory and he absolutely is as terrifying as the stories around him make him out to be
like the fact that this is the first (and possibly only, or at least at this level) time we see usually cucumber cool Natasha, the Natasha that knows all the secrets and cannot be phased, fucking horrified like this. and it's because not only is this guy a match for her in the physical sense but is also literally the confirmation of her own personal nightmare come to life/some facet of her history coming back to haunt her. in this essay i will
A little Succubus!Nat sketch for my dear friend, @mostlymarvelsstuff for their upcoming fanfic "Mastering the Hunt" dropping this Halloween 🩸🕸🎃👻 So stay tuned 😉
As always, please leave a comment or reblog. I adore reading and replying to everyone here 😊 Helps combat the depression and these times I really need that. Too much pain and looming death presen in my life right now 😞
Double Trouble 😉
Post Apocalyptic "What If...?" Nat & Black Widow Nat
Sketch done for my dear friend @mostlymarvelsstuff I'm sorry for taking so long to actually get this done XD The lizard brain was hard to wrangle these past weeks.
Just like old times ^^ I wish we could've gotten more scenes with these two having fun.
This sketch is based on the lovely TikTok right here -> https://www.tiktok.com/@cosmommyy/video/7384138717704752416?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7314478060845024800
I had a blast sketching it!
Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.
Warnings: smut (fingering and mirror sex)
Word count: 902
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Wanda lets out a small mewl as Natashas fingers curl inside of her and she leans further back into the redhead's embrace. The feeling of her girlfriends hardened nipples against her bare back has Wanda feeling even more flustered, and she closes her eyes in an effort to regain some semblance of composure
“Ah ah, open your eyes” Natasha commands, monetarily halting the movement of her fingers, “You're supposed to be watching how I fuck you, remember?”
Wanda squirms slightly, but nods her head, “Sorry Tasha….”
“It's alright” she replies, kissing the side of the younger woman's neck before she starts pumping her fingers once more, causing a moan to escape the brunette, “So pretty…”
All Wanda can do is whimper in response as she subconsciously spreads her legs further apart, which only causes Natasha to chuckle at her neediness. The older woman moves the hands that had previously been resting on Wanda's waist up to her chest, first just feeling each shuddering breath she was taking before groping her
“O Bozhe(Oh god)!”
Natasha can’t help but smile against her girlfriend's bare shoulder, there is absolutely nothing that compares to this. She loves being able to make the younger woman fall apart like this while bringing her the heights of pleasure and the fact that Wanda trusts her with such vulnerabilities always has her own heart racing
They both look in the mirror's reflection, watching how Wanda's pussy eagerly swallows the older woman's two slender digits, her arousal dripping down the Russians wrist and onto the bed sheets below. The sight has Wanda feeling even more turned on, but also slightly embarrassed by the vulnerability and mess
Natasha can sense this and not wanting her girlfriend to worry she offers up some praise, “Thats it dorogoy(sweetheart), you're doing so well”
Wanda shudders as the words are whispered against her, and her walls flutter around Natashas fingers indicating she's approaching her release. Nat brings her thumb to circle the younger womans clit as her fingers start thrusting even faster, and she brings her other hand up to squeeze her neck
“I know you're close….cum for me”
“Ah! Tasha!” Wanda shouts, her legs shaking as her walls clamp down on her girlfriends fingers and her juices gush out onto the redheads palm
Nat continues to gently pump her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm and only pulls them out when she hears Wanda whimper, telling her without words that she's too sensitive to continue. She brings her fingers up to her own lips and sucks them clean, savoring the taste of her girlfriend while still making eye contact in the mirrors reflection, causing Wanda's now free hole to twitch around nothing
Once her fingers are clean an idea enters her head and she quickly grabs her phone from beside them. Wanda groggily watches as she holds it up beside them, pointing it towards the mirror and the thumb of the hand that had still be wrapped loosely around her neck rubs a soothing circle
“Look at your reflection, detka(baby)” she listens and hears a picture be taken, and it must turn out well based on the reaction of, “Perfect”
Nat kisses her cheek as her hand moves back down to rest on her waist, but before she can set her phone down again Wanda's turning slightly, “Can you send it to me, please?”
Nat smiles, “Of course lyubov'(love)”
She quickly sends it off, not noticing that she's hit the wrong chat before she helps Wanda to the bathroom. By the time she's done helping clean her up and get her into her pajamas a bit of energy has come back to Wanda and she excitedly makes her way to grab her phone. She's happy with what she sees, and finds it very hot. Until she notices that its actually been sent off to the groupchat with their bestfriend and not so secret crush, Y/n
“Tasha…lyubov'(love), you sent it to our chat with Y/n….”
The Russians green eyes go wide with anxiety and she squeaks out a small, “Shit”
Downstairs you're in the compound's kitchen, unfortunately listening to Steve drone on about something regarding the new training routine when you hear your phone go off. But thanks to Captain blabbermouth you can’t yet check it, which sucks considering that it's most likely from one of the beautiful and amazing women you get to call best friends and certainly don't yearn for in a more than friends way.
Finally his speech is over and you quickly grab your sandwich and start to head off for your room before remembering the message and pulling out your phone. When your eyes take in the sight of a naked, spread open and clearly freshly fucked Wanda whose leaning against an equally naked Natasha who has ahold of the younger womans throat, you nearly drop your sandwich in the hallway
Your mind races as you try to comprehend everything, but the shock must make you take too long because suddenly a text from Wanda is coming through, Y/n, are you ok?
Am I okay? Wands, I’ve just seen you and Natty nude after sex…I think I’ve ascended
“Yeah, she's fine” Nat says with a smirk beside the brunette before sending a reply, Well, if you enjoyed it so much, why don't you ascend your way to our room
Without hesitation you drop your sandwich and hastily make your way to the elevator down the hall, Yes ma'am
Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.
Warnings: smut (fingering and mirror sex)
Word count: 902
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Wanda lets out a small mewl as Natashas fingers curl inside of her and she leans further back into the redhead's embrace. The feeling of her girlfriends hardened nipples against her bare back has Wanda feeling even more flustered, and she closes her eyes in an effort to regain some semblance of composure
“Ah ah, open your eyes” Natasha commands, monetarily halting the movement of her fingers, “You're supposed to be watching how I fuck you, remember?”
Wanda squirms slightly, but nods her head, “Sorry Tasha….”
“It's alright” she replies, kissing the side of the younger woman's neck before she starts pumping her fingers once more, causing a moan to escape the brunette, “So pretty…”
All Wanda can do is whimper in response as she subconsciously spreads her legs further apart, which only causes Natasha to chuckle at her neediness. The older woman moves the hands that had previously been resting on Wanda's waist up to her chest, first just feeling each shuddering breath she was taking before groping her
“O Bozhe(Oh god)!”
Natasha can’t help but smile against her girlfriend's bare shoulder, there is absolutely nothing that compares to this. She loves being able to make the younger woman fall apart like this while bringing her the heights of pleasure and the fact that Wanda trusts her with such vulnerabilities always has her own heart racing
They both look in the mirror's reflection, watching how Wanda's pussy eagerly swallows the older woman's two slender digits, her arousal dripping down the Russians wrist and onto the bed sheets below. The sight has Wanda feeling even more turned on, but also slightly embarrassed by the vulnerability and mess
Natasha can sense this and not wanting her girlfriend to worry she offers up some praise, “Thats it dorogoy(sweetheart), you're doing so well”
Wanda shudders as the words are whispered against her, and her walls flutter around Natashas fingers indicating she's approaching her release. Nat brings her thumb to circle the younger womans clit as her fingers start thrusting even faster, and she brings her other hand up to squeeze her neck
“I know you're close….cum for me”
“Ah! Tasha!” Wanda shouts, her legs shaking as her walls clamp down on her girlfriends fingers and her juices gush out onto the redheads palm
Nat continues to gently pump her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm and only pulls them out when she hears Wanda whimper, telling her without words that she's too sensitive to continue. She brings her fingers up to her own lips and sucks them clean, savoring the taste of her girlfriend while still making eye contact in the mirrors reflection, causing Wanda's now free hole to twitch around nothing
Once her fingers are clean an idea enters her head and she quickly grabs her phone from beside them. Wanda groggily watches as she holds it up beside them, pointing it towards the mirror and the thumb of the hand that had still be wrapped loosely around her neck rubs a soothing circle
“Look at your reflection, detka(baby)” she listens and hears a picture be taken, and it must turn out well based on the reaction of, “Perfect”
Nat kisses her cheek as her hand moves back down to rest on her waist, but before she can set her phone down again Wanda's turning slightly, “Can you send it to me, please?”
Nat smiles, “Of course lyubov'(love)”
She quickly sends it off, not noticing that she's hit the wrong chat before she helps Wanda to the bathroom. By the time she's done helping clean her up and get her into her pajamas a bit of energy has come back to Wanda and she excitedly makes her way to grab her phone. She's happy with what she sees, and finds it very hot. Until she notices that its actually been sent off to the groupchat with their bestfriend and not so secret crush, Y/n
“Tasha…lyubov'(love), you sent it to our chat with Y/n….”
The Russians green eyes go wide with anxiety and she squeaks out a small, “Shit”
Downstairs you're in the compound's kitchen, unfortunately listening to Steve drone on about something regarding the new training routine when you hear your phone go off. But thanks to Captain blabbermouth you can’t yet check it, which sucks considering that it's most likely from one of the beautiful and amazing women you get to call best friends and certainly don't yearn for in a more than friends way.
Finally his speech is over and you quickly grab your sandwich and start to head off for your room before remembering the message and pulling out your phone. When your eyes take in the sight of a naked, spread open and clearly freshly fucked Wanda whose leaning against an equally naked Natasha who has ahold of the younger womans throat, you nearly drop your sandwich in the hallway
Your mind races as you try to comprehend everything, but the shock must make you take too long because suddenly a text from Wanda is coming through, Y/n, are you ok?
Am I okay? Wands, I’ve just seen you and Natty nude after sex…I think I’ve ascended
“Yeah, she's fine” Nat says with a smirk beside the brunette before sending a reply, Well, if you enjoyed it so much, why don't you ascend your way to our room
Without hesitation you drop your sandwich and hastily make your way to the elevator down the hall, Yes ma'am
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"Hey guys," you greeted your lovers with a smile, or so you thought, but all they got was an odd grimace.
"Detka?" You truly smiled then, but no communal joy followed as you slurred and pointed, "that's me."
"What the fuck happened to Y/N?" Natasha turned to accuse the men stood behind you, still on the quinjet.
——
The men immediately flew into a panic, all saying the same thing—you were fine, albeit worded differently. Natasha was seconds away from wringing their necks but her focus shifted back to you, who was now pouting and gripping at your burning stomach. "Wands?"
Wanda smiled at you, "What's the matter honey?"
"My tummy hurts," you uncharacteristically whined, laughter normally would've bellowed from behind you, Tony never one to miss a chance to tease someone, but then you swayed into Natasha's prepared arms and Wanda was quick to levitate you three to the medbay.
—
"Appendicitis?!" You exasperated for the third time, "are you fucking kidding me?!" Wanda shook her head, eyes empathetic as she reached for your hand, in the meanwhile Natasha chuckled over a spoonful of your lime jello—traitor that she apparently was. "Get out."
This caught the Russian's attention, her eyes widened at the malice in your tone and she was scared shitless to have to leave your side. You didn't mean it, as you wanted them close, but she didn't need to know that.
Natasha plopped the half finished jello down and moved her chair even closer, her hand reached for your free one and her heart settled when you let her grab it. "I—," she started but you just shook your head and smiled softly, "just don't laugh at me again, capeesh?"
"Now," you moved right on, the disdain back in your tone, "I just got back from space after karate chopping a pile of goop," you stole your hands back and gave your lovers a show of what took place before. Natasha trying her damndest to keep her laughter in, "Fucking sick as shit but now I'm taken out by a useless organ?"
"Mhm," Wanda hummed in amusement, "Bruce ran some tests and thinks that the creature you 'karate chopped' released a toxin into your body that caused the upset in your stomach and ruined your day home."
"Home," you repeated, voice soft as you reached for both of their hands again, squeezing to really get across to your lovers the sentiment of how great the drugs were. Not that you weren't a softie, because you were indeed the softest of the three, just never this publicly.
Natasha and Wanda shared a bit of eye contact before the witch was gone, you pouted at her absence but it was short lived when the assassin pecked your lips. "She's going to get the doctor malyshka, get the all clear so we can take you upstairs." You grinned.
"Yeah," she chuckled, "we knew you'd love that."
—
When you came to next, not even remembering falling asleep again, you immediately recognized the room. It was just as you left it all those years back, just with a few new boxes of clutter Wanda held onto and stored in here, and you were also lying in a more sterile bed.
Just as you tried to sit up you felt a hand on your chest keeping you down. "Wait, I'll sit you up Agent Y/L/N."
A frown naturally overtook your face at the unfamiliar sight of a blonde woman in a white coat, but before you could even consider taking her up on an identity the door flew open and your girlfriends ushered her out.
"Wa—," before you could finish speaking a spoonful of bone broth was shoved into your mouth. Judging by the sunsetting in the sky you knew it was already the following day, which was admittedly slightly alarming. Yet your urge to inquire the time flew out the window as the bite of food kicked the hunger in your body up.
After scarfing down the bowl you begged for more, but not of the soup. “Y/N no, I am not feeding you ice—.”
“I am dying,” you dramatized, “I need a pint to live!”
Wanda was about to admonish you for all the begging and humoring of death, but then she caught sight of your pouting lip and wet eyes, so of course she melted. Natasha rolled her eyes at your antics before she knowingly slipped out of the room to collect the first outlandish request of many, she could only assume.
When she returned the atmosphere was calmer, you were telling Wanda, who was sat at your bedside with a full smile, about the moments leading up to the fight.
“Tony, resident idiot that he is, caused the power in the entire city to go out for the sake of his suit mods, which made our attempts until then to stay hidden wasted.”
“Sounds about par for the course,” Nat teased her way into the conversation and you looked to her with a brighter smile at the sight of the ben and jerry pint.
The women took turns replying to you and spooning the ice cream into your mouth. You talked with a full mouth but Wanda let it go each time, a bit too relieved to still have you here for her to deem it worth scolding.
It wasn’t until the witch could see, in your eyes, just how tired you were that she decided to stop letting it all slide. It was sweet the way you tried to stay awake just to talk to them, but once the woman set the empty container down and wiped your lips clean she was inconspicuously putting you to sleep. Her words of reply faded into hums as she mindlessly traced her fingers over the exposed skin of your arms until your words aimed at Natasha faded out and became a snore.
—
The pair had left you sleeping in your hospice bed about an hour ago, it was hard to convince the Dr on duty to let you leave the ward after surgery but Tony's check book came out and now the woman is settled in a room across the hall for the night. Unnervingly.
The woman watched you sleep for about ten minutes after having administered your medicine and feeding you a pint of ice cream, much to your delight, Wanda's dismay and Natasha's envy. They'd made sure Friday locked you in before they headed down to eat dinner.
The natural redhead huffed, again, as she pushed the mushy green beans around her plate, ignoring the red tinted look of agitation Wanda sent her way. "Bros'."
(knock it off / quit)
"Nyet," the redhead grumbled over a bite of potatoes.
"She needs her rest," Wanda decidedly empathized.
"I missed her," the redhead sighed, "we were going to finish the bannister garden and cuddle under stars."
The witch felt a similar ache, that mission you were on took an entire month, you were fine too, but no longer. Wanda moved her chair closer, leaning her head on the redheads shoulder, dainty fingers wrapped around a muscular bicep, both woman shivered. For a moment the silence was peaceful, but then the witch sighed, "She was going to help me plant in said garden."
Natasha took a big bite of her steak and got lost in thought about how you somehow perfectly fit into their dynamic. You build things and spar with her, then go garden while discussing your latest read with Wanda. Like Nat, you can't cook but like Wanda you can bake.
"Our multifaceted, badass girlfriend," Wanda coo'd seconds later and Natasha snorted, "taken out by an appendix." Wanda shoved her shoulder but chuckled alongside her as they both silently regarded you with a different fondness. Natasha loved your goofy side.
The first time she'd met you was the worst day of her free life, Wanda was off on a dangerous mission and communications had been lost in the worst of it. You were her only hope as you worked tirelessly to get her back online. Her hands were shaking against her will, so she had to guide you, shields top agent, instead.
They called you her shadow, it was rumored around the base that you studied her fighting and mirrored her in not only strength but intellect. Unfortunately for you that meant being woken up only hours after returning from your own tumultuous mission. To meet your idol and crush while drooling into your pillow wasn't exactly pleasant, nor ideal when you're doing it to reconnect her with her girlfriend, it hurt.
Yet you persevered on through the awkward moments of silence and smiled when the comms cracked to life.
"Agent Romanoff, the comms are—."
"Natasha?" Wanda coughed and the redhead laughed emotionally, you were alarmed to see the Black Widow cry but it was endearing above all else. "Detka, I am so happy to hear your voice—fuck, I-I love you Wanda Maximoff, moya krasivaya detka."
Judging by the gasp on the other end you realized you were trapped in an intimate moment with them. It was beautiful and unfairly gut wrenching all at once. Soon enough it was Wanda's turn to cry out, "I love you too Natasha Romanoff; more than anything."
It was sweet, intimate, and then you sneezed. Glaring green eyes found yours and you could only shrug. "You kidnapped me from my bed, brought me to a room layered thickly in dust and didn't consider this."
"Natasha, what's going on?" The redhead smirked at you and whispered, "Wanda, meet Y/N, my stalker."
Your eyes widened at the lightweight true call out but kept your cool all the same. "You kidnapped me."
"You're free to go agent," she softly called out, it was a bit of a shock to see her this way when her reputation held a different tone. Just as you went to walk by she grabbed your arm, grip soft as she squeezed. Your attention shifted up and she smiled. "Thank you."
"Anytime," you shrugged it off nonchalantly but she knew you meant it sincerely. Just as you were almost out the door you turned and teased. "Thank me with an invitation to the wedding. I've experienced a Wanda party in full effect; I'll have the salmon."
Wanda appreciated your softer side the most.
One time, just before they asked you to be theirs, when you thought no one was watching, you had an entire conversation with their cat, Liho. Scratching his chin, feeling the purr of his gratitude on your fingertips as you animatedly discussed your day aloud with him.
"Natty and Wands are so considerate," you sighed dreamily, "and sweet—I woke up to breakfast and lunch made for me as if they weren't really busy."
You paused, hand reaching out to scoop the teetering feline up so he could sleep as you spoke a bit softer, "Then they both gave me a hug in greeting and I nearly couldn't breathe because of just how stunning they both are, no makeup and in their matching pjs."
The way you spoke made Wanda smile, her heart nearly leapt from her chest at your pure adoration.
An adorable groan fell from your lips before you shamelessly concluded, "you're the luckiest kitty on earth, with the unobtainable milfs of my dreams."
Wanda walked away with a pep in her step as she went to seek Natasha out with the good news. When the elevator dinged you released a breath shortly after, hoping now that they'd make a move as you pet their cat that would soon adopt you as his favorite.
Truth be told, everyone in the room favorited you.
—
A smile took over your face as you heard your lovers laughing through the vents of your old room back from when you were single but shared a floor with them. It was endearing, hearing the warmth and deepness of their well established connection still burning bright.
It took you awhile to feel welcome in their dynamic, even with the invitation; what really helped you along the way was the sneaky moments like these. Where they thought they were quietly simping over you but you caught the whispered words and sweetest giggles.
Hearing it then helped you to regard them as safe, because they were talking out their complex feelings. How they felt about the other having these feelings, neither was offended by the other and it shocked you. Their flattery was not lost on you with their willingness to even risk the beautiful thing they already had going.
Then to hear it now, and have it solidified that even in moments of upset they'd find a way back to that same peace within seconds—they're safe, and you are loved.
Something you knew well, and felt as they gave up on sleeping without you that night—against that doctors orders of course; when you swiftly looked up from your book the women were stood at the door with sheepish smiles. None of you spoke, all very much aware of the state of codependence that exists within your dynamic.
Natasha yawned dramatically and Wanda huffed before she snapped her fingers. Soon two cots were beside your bed once the red mist had cleared, all wires adjusted accordingly before they laid down, took your book and covered up, then slid a hand each into yours.
"Goodnight," you yawned, "I love and missed you too."
