Sappho

confused-messy-dead-soul

[kahitkunwari]

masterlist

Elle | 19 | she/her

Requests: closed

one shots:

Stay with me, hold my hand

Call it what you want

In trouble

Say the word and I’ll go anywhere blindly

Lover of mine  

You can hear it in the silence  

All these little games

Help me hold on to you  [original post]

With a smile

Second best [part 2 of with a smile]

An old friend

18

Drawing our moments

Wish you were sober

Icarus falls

series:

It always leads to you [Completed]

Keep reading

[natsfirecat]

Stronger

summary: after coming back from a mission, nat says something she’ll never be able to take back

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 5k (exactly 5000 i’m so happy about that fgjfshfdhk)

warnings: swearing, injuries, angst (but happy ending i promise!!) lmk if i need to add any more!

Keep reading

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

When They Remembered

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone forgot your birthday. But will they remember and make it up to you before it’s too late?

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending I promise

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: lol so i know this wasn’t a request but i like REALLY wanted to write it. and its currently 4am here so idk if this is actually good or not because i’m very tired. but pls enjoy! shoutout to @wandaromanova​ for giving me motivation to write this lmao

*****************************************************************************************************

Birthdays were a big ordeal with the Avengers. The group truly was each other’s family, so they tended to go all out in expressing their love for one another on their respective birthdays. Wanda would cook a special birthday breakfast, Steve would decorate the compound, Tony would throw a huge birthday party, even Nat and Bucky (who typically were fairly closed-off and stoic) would join in with the festivities. Needless to say, the highlight of living in the compound was celebrating birthdays.

Keep reading

[didujustcallmedumb]

Never Change Yourself | CarolWandaNat x GN!Reader

Warnings: A bit angsty, but with a happy ending. Carol, Wanda and Nat are mean/rude. Swearing. R has Floraekenisis (manipulation of plants and flowers).

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Out of the 4 in the relationship, you were the hyperactive one, which Carol, Wanda and Natasha loved you for. But sometimes, it was just a bit too much for them to deal with.

--

It was obvious to any of the people around you that you were definitely a big character of the team, you were always the one who could cheer everybody up without even trying. Your girlfriends thought the absolute world of you, and they loved all your little quirks, and it just made them even more protective of you because you were their innocent little baby.

As innocent as you seemed you were also a very hyperactive person, you could barely sit still for 5 minutes, and you always seemed to get Yelena on board with your actions, which often got the two of you in trouble. The two of you were a force to be reckoned with, and God help anyone who was on the receiving end of that. Most of the time the two of you would be sprinting throughout the compound, creating a ruckus, and then raiding the kitchen before the two of you went and hid somewhere to avoid sharing.

But recently, patience in the compound was wearing thin as there had been a lot of media backlash on the Avengers, and what they stood for, as of late you must have been the only person on the team who didn’t receive any backlash or vicious words. As far as everyone else was concerned, the public loved you because of how beautiful, and charming, your powers were.

How could anybody hate someone who conjured flowers from thin air? Made everything look so beautiful? Easily replace trees and forestry that gets destroyed so that animals can have their homes back? You were a saint.

You weren’t always the best at reading people. So, when you did what you always did and stayed cheerful, which was something the rest of the team was having a hard time doing, you rubbed some people the wrong way, your girlfriends especially.

You had woken up alone this morning and insisted on going to find at least one of your girlfriends, if not all of them. It would have been your lucky day if it was easy to find all of them together but considering they all had different comfort places, for when they had work to do, it was a hard task.

You first found Carol in the gym, and you smiled bounding over when you saw her, “Hi baby! What have you been doing? You weren’t in our room when I woke up.” You blinked a few times when she didn’t answer you, and a frown formed on your face. You quickly tried another tactic to get her attention but then you noticed she had her earphones in, so you tapped her shoulder.

What you didn’t know was that Carol was already in a horrific mood from dealing with Fury and complaints early this morning. She sighed softly and pulled out one of her earbuds, turning to face you, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back. “Y/N, what are you doing in here?”

You smiled at the blonde and gave her a tight hug, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, your whole body practically buzzing from the comfort of Carol being in your arms. “I just came to find you guys; you were the first person I found. Now let’s go do something fun!”

Pulling on Carol's arm and rambling to yourself about what you have planned for your girlfriends, you ignored Carol harshly addressing you, and you missed how her body tensed as a dark glare formed on her face. She thought the world of you, she loved you so much, but at this moment in time, she wanted nothing more than for you to just go away.

“Y/N! Will you just fucking stop?!”

You whimpered slightly and flinched at her tone, letting go of the blonde’s muscular arm, as she carried on shouting, “God, you’re just so fucking annoying. Will you just stop touching me and go and bother somebody else for 5 minutes? Just, go away.”

Your eyes immediately brimmed with tears at your eldest girlfriend’s harsh words, and your bottom lip trembled as you fought your tears away. “Carol…” You whispered, frowning even more when she put her hand up to silence you. “Just get out of my sight, Y/N.”

You nodded in understanding and bolted out of the gym, the dam of tears that threatened your water line finally collapsed and all the tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to make her mad, and she had never spoken to you like that before.

Maybe one of the other two could help you figure out what’s wrong with her.

--

The next one of your girlfriends that you had found was Wanda.

You sniffled walking into the kitchen, quickly wiping your eyes when you saw the taller redhead, and you smiled sadly sitting at the counter to watch her cook. Wanda glanced up at you through her long lashes, gave a small smile, and then focused back on the task in front of her.

Wanda was happy to have this comfortable silence with you, not really in the mood to entertain anybody at the minute. She found herself once again being upset by Avenger’s backlash, a fair amount of it being directly pinned on herself which made it harder. She was happy with the silence until you decided to break it.

“What are you making, Wands?”

“Paprikash.”

“Can I help?”

Wanda suddenly stopped chopping and glanced up at you, she was stressed, and she always found comfort and therapy within her cooking, but you were a very very clumsy person. You didn’t notice the hesitation when Wanda sighed quietly but seeing your hopeful smile got her to nod in agreement and she moved to the side to allow you to stand next to her.

You followed her instructions as best as you could, sometimes getting too overexcited which resulted in things being cut wrongly, not to mention you spilt a majority of all the ingredients either all over the counter or across the floor.

Wanda’s hands had begun to shake at this point, what was once a therapeutic solo cooking session, was now a stressful and agitating babysitting session. She quickly turned to you, grabbing your hands, and led you to sit down, “Just…sit there, you can be my little taste tester, okay?”

“I didn’t mean to screw up, I’m sorry Wands. I always love your cooking, I just wanted to help.”

Wanda smiled more at you ready to reply to your compliment. The anxiety-ridden edge you had put her on slowly started to fade, but then you decided you were going to go off on a tangent about whatever was swirling through your brain.

Her eye twitched as your voice gradually got louder the more passionate you got, overpowering her own whenever she went to politely ask you to quieten down, as she was beginning to get agitated. She didn’t want to get agitated, especially not with you, her baby, but you were currently too worked up for her to deal with when all she wanted was to wind down with some cooking.

“Y/N, honey, you’re really putting me off, Could you lower your voice a bit for me? Please love,” Wanda muttered as she continued to chop up the vegetables to throw into the pan, her irises glowing red whenever your voice raised too loudly for her liking.

“Oh! And then I think there’s something wrong with Carol, she was really weird with me in the gym today,” you continued, not hearing Wanda’s plea for you to quieten down, and you shuffled in your seat drumming your fingers on the table. “Maybe we should all just go and chill out-”

“Shit!” Wanda winced as she misjudged the slice of the vegetable and cut along her own palm frowning at the fact it was deep enough to draw blood, and a low growl of annoyance vibrated at the back of her throat. “Just be quiet Y/N! I was clearly concentrating and all you kept doing was being loud and irritating to the point I’ve ended up hurting myself!”

“Wands, I’m so sorry. Please let me help,” you offered as you reached for the first aid kit in the top cupboard, and then moved towards Wanda and gently grabbed her hand. You frowned upset when she pushed your hands away, her irises with a tint of red.

“No, you’ve done enough damage. Leave me alone and just go before you agitate me anymore, I’m not in the mood for you.”

“Wands, please. I said that I’m sorry-”

“I said, go.”

You frowned at her stern tone and your eyes welled with tears for the second time today. Never had you ever made any of your girlfriends this upset and angry with you before, were you really that irritating?

--

At first, you debated going to find your other girlfriend, the older redhead, because all you seemed to be doing today was agitating people and annoying them. You had never felt so alone as you had in the first half of your day, all you wanted to do was give Carol some affection and Wanda some company.

But…they didn’t want you.

Maybe with Nat, it will be different, if you just stay quiet and don’t overwhelm her with affection, you should be able to stay in her good books. You eventually found Nat tucked up in the back corner of the library, mission reports scattered across the table, alongside newspapers that had things about the team on the front cover.

Her head lifted as soon as you walked through the door, damn her assassin skills, and she smiled a little at you. She looked tired. Once you had made your way over, you went to sit beside her like usual, but thought against it and sat across from her instead.

“Hi Natty,” you smiled.

“Hi back Detka,” she replied, her eyes still focused on the laptop in front of her, and you pouted slightly letting out a small huff.

“How have you been today? None of you was in our room when I had woken up this morning,” you frowned, sadness clearly laced in the sound of your voice and Natasha sighed softly continuing to work.

“I know, I’m sorry. We went for breakfast early because we all had some stuff to do, and then we went off and did our own thing,” she explained nonchalantly and gave a small shrug, still refusing to take her eyes from her work.

They went to breakfast together…without you.

You were the last person to join the relationship, the 3 original women being together for 2 years, Wanda and Natasha being together another 2 years prior to that. They had never excluded you before, or not invited you to do something with them.

You frowned heavily at her words and rocked on your chair, but when you recognised the squeaking noise that the legs had started to make you immediately stopped. You weren’t going to give Natasha any reason to get mad at you, she was your only source of comfort right now.

“Do you want to go and get dinner with me? I was thinking we could go to that burger place we like?” You questioned, a hopeful smile on your features.

“Not right now, I’m busy, and I think Wanda said something about ordering takeout later.”

You huffed once more and leant back in your chair and resorted to watching videos on your phone instead of talking, it was better than not being in Natasha’s company at all. You gave up.

The sound of your phone being played loudly made the ex-assassins jaw tense, it being made even worse when you laughed loudly or mimicked the words and sounds from the video. Usually, Natasha would find it adorable as you re-watched and mouthed along to your favourite things, but just like everybody else she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it today.

“Y/N,” she warned, but you just pouted slightly and turned the phone down.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised sincerely.

“You will be,” Natasha muttered under her breath. Luckily, whether it was luck for yourself or Natasha, you didn’t hear the harsh words and Nat turned back to her work. When you made a loud laugh again, you quickly covered your mouth and sent her a sheepish smile, but then you whimpered when she grabbed your phone and threw it across the room.

“Enough!”

Finally putting the mission reports down, she turned her attention to you, a dark scowl on her face. Even after half an hour, your eyes were still red and slightly puffy, from crying twice today already, and she frowned slightly. “You’ve been crying.”

“So, you’ve finally noticed?” you mumbled, your eyes brimming with even more tears whilst her eyes narrowed at the tone of your voice. You hated that you were making her mad, but you were mad and upset now too.

“You know what? I’m actually sick of you and your god-awful attitude. You come in here, disturb me from my work, and then have the audacity to get sad and give me attitude when you’re the one who is being a pain!”

You gulped slightly, becoming nervous and upset at her tone of voice which threw the vicious words at you. This was the last straw; you had annoyed all 3 of your girlfriends and now none of them wanted anything to do with you.

“You’re just so loud and hyper, all the time, some of us want that peace and quiet and you just irritate everyone. We’ve all had a hard fucking week having to deal with bullshit from the media, but not you. You’re the media’s golden girl, everyone only sees the beauty in you and your powers, they don’t get to see your flaws like we do. Now just, I don’t know, just go and stop agitating everybody.”

You look at Natasha stunned, she was now on her feet pointing her finger at you, and her jaw was tense. You had never seen her in this kind of state before, and you couldn’t help but feel terrified by your lover who towered over you. Glancing at your broken phone across the room, you took this as your sign to leave, and you slowly stood to your feet.

“I’m sorry Natasha, I didn’t mean to be a problem to you and everybody else,” you whimpered, turning on your heel to leave the library, and you made your way to the rooftop.

Your safe space.

**

It had been a few days since your arguments with each of your girlfriend’s. You have done everything in your power to stay away from them, and the rest of the team, so you took up the offer of staying with Yelena when she found you sobbing on the rooftop.

“My offer to punch them is still there,” she scoffed as she shoved yet another load of pringles into her mouth, and you just shook your head giggling at her antics. “I honestly don’t care if she’s my sister, I’ll punch her straight in that fat head of hers. Suka (Bitch).”

“She doesn’t have a fat head,” you argued, a small frown on your face as you made the flower petals dance in your hand, and the quickly wilted when you got upset again.

Yelena just shrugged, still believing her sister had a fat head, and stole your sweets from your lap making you pout. “And can we just not talk about this right now? This will be the first day in almost a week where I haven’t cried, and I think that’s pretty good if I say so myself.”

“It is good, dorogoy (sweetheart),” Yelena smiled, allowing you to rest your head on your shoulder and you sighed gently. It wasn’t hard for Yelena to know what was running through your mind, she was your best friend after all. “I know you miss them, have they tried speaking to you at all?”

You sighed knowing this conversation wasn’t going to get dropped any time soon, and you looked down at your hands starting to crack your fingers. A habit you had picked up in high school when you were feeling nervous or upset.

“No, they haven’t tried speaking to me. Then again, I’ve not really shown myself in the compound and when I have, I’ve stayed quiet and just kept to myself. Usually, I just grab some food from the kitchen really quickly or pick up my takeaway from the front door and go back to your room.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know this is hard for you,” She frowned and you just shrugged, allowing her to wrap you tightly in her arms as you tried to stifle your sniffles.

Hopefully, they’ll come around soon, and all of you will be happy again.

–

Everyone had noticed the lack of noise in the compound; they had also noticed the lack of you in the compound, but nobody really understood why.

Your girlfriends had gone back to your shared room at the end of that day, all still agitated and riled up about what happened, so they didn’t necessarily miss your presence that evening. However, as the days went by, they realised how harsh they had been and had started to do what they could to even catch a glimpse of you to begin their apologies.

Wanda took it the hardest, she had always been the more emotional out of the three, and what hurt her, even more, is the thoughts of yours that she could hear echo through the compound. The horrible, self-deprecating, and belittling thoughts that all 3 of them had ingrained into your mind.

The compound hadn’t been the same since you locked yourself away, forced yourself to stop acting a certain way, and most importantly stopped being happy. You were the team's ray of sunshine, and everyone was affected by your lack of presence, and there was a large amount of guilt that was felt through the team. Even all the plants and flowers around that compound had begun to wilt, and that’s when they realised the severity of what had happened.

Nat missed the dumb jokes that you’d make to get her to crack a smile when she was trying to act too tough, and unbothered, around the team. Wanda missed the way you’d come and curl up in her lap, your whole body practically vibrating with excitement when you had done something new in your videogame or with your flowers. Carol missed when you would smuggle her some burgers into her training sessions and the two of you would hide behind the weight sets and eat them together, covering the room in ivy for more seclusion.

Wanda paced the front room whilst Carol lounged on the sofa and Natasha was out of the compound getting a replacement for your phone. That was the first person that got reprimanded was Natasha, and she got a very long lecture about breaking property that wasn’t her own, and for being so aggressive towards you. All 3 women knew they had hurt you, and now it was time to fix what they did.

“Your pacing is sending me dizzy, my love,” Carol commented, directing it towards the young Sokovian who just sent her a small shrug. “Natasha will be back soon, and once she’s back we can actually brace ourselves to go to Yelena’s room to try and speak to Y/N.”

“How do we know they're in there Carol? They might’ve left.”

“Wands, Y/N wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but Yelena right now. You know how close the two are, and you know that’s why Nat is taking it so hard too. Yelena hasn’t spoken to her in nearly a week, and when she has it’s a threat or insult.”

“What if they want to leave us? I’ve heard their thoughts Carol, they think that we hate them,” Wanda sniffled as she took a seat next to the blonde, curling up into her side. “I-I can’t believe we did that to them. It wasn’t their fault that the media was attacking everyone but them, I don’t blame them, they can literally do no wrong but we made them feel like they were wrong.”

Carol frowned at her words and went to reply, but the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. Natasha smiled at the two as she strolled through the doors, your favourite takeout in hand alongside your new phone, and she pressed a gentle kiss to both of their cheeks.

“Sorry I took so long, I picked us all up some food. Also, my nerves are starting to get the better of me, so shall we just get a move on, and do it? I need them to know how sorry we are, I really miss them,” The older redhead whimpered.

Carol nodded in agreement, shifting slightly so Wanda knew she wanted to get up, and all 3 women made their way towards Yelena’s room. Wanda stood in the middle of the two older women, gripping their hands tightly, as your thoughts got louder. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Natasha tentatively knocked on the door, grimacing at the sound of the takeaway back that was in her hand knocking into it, and her heart rate elevated when she heard shuffling behind the doors.

You were going to open it.

You glanced at Yelena as you walked towards the door, you had gone pale, and you could feel your palms begin to sweat. This would be the first time you had talked to them in nearly a week. You wanted to talk to them more than anything in the world, but you didn’t know if you were ready.

“Y/N, the four of you can fix this, you’re going to be okay,” Yelena reassured, and you nodded slightly, embracing her in a tight hug to help yourself relax before you eventually opened the door.

Once you met the eyes of your girlfriends you couldn’t stop the tears from forming, you had missed them more than anything in the world, and the trio mirrored your watery smile.

“Hi, Detka.” “Hello, Malyshka.” “Hey, love.”

The sound of their voices was your breaking point, you didn’t bother to try and stop yourself from sobbing, and Wanda was the first to pull you into a tight hug to comfort you as much as she could. Carol and Natasha made a quick pace of taking you to your shared bedroom, the smell of your shared laundry detergent, a mix of all 4 of your perfumes, gave you immediate comfort.

You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

“We’re here,” Natasha cooed, letting Wanda sit you down on the edge of the bed. You immediately moved into the middle so all 3 of your loves could sit by you and be close to you, no matter where you moved. Wanda was quick to take her spot behind you and pull you into her, so your back was pressed flush against her chest, her fingers gently running through your hair. “We’re not going to let you go again,” Carol reassured.

“W-Why? You all h-hate me!”

You sobbed loudly as the words left your mouth, and the trio felt their hearts break. They were the cause of this, they were the ones who did this to you, and now they were the ones who would have to live with it.

“We could never hate you, dove,” Wanda muttered as she pressed kisses to your crown and the top of your head, her own tears threatening to fall. “We were all just having a horrible day, and that is no excuse for us to have done what we did, but none of us meant anything we said. We promise you, baby.”

“Wanda is right,” Natasha continued, reaching out to stroke your cheek but doing it slow enough that you could move away if you wanted, but you didn’t. She smiled as you leant into the touch of her hand, closing your eyes as you soaked up the ex-assassin’s comfort.

“None of us meant what we said, but I have something even more serious to apologise for,” she frowned, running her thumb over your cheekbone, and then reached to her bag to pass you the new phone. You smiled a little and Nat sighed softly, “I should never have done what I did. I didn’t mean to scare you, and I shouldn’t have broken your phone or been aggressive to you.”

“It’s okay, Natty. I made you mad, it was my own fault, I shouldn’t have been so irritating. You were right. I’ve changed though, I won’t be as loud, hyper or irritating. I promise, just please don’t break up with me.”

“We’d never do that, love,” Carol declared fiercely, and you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was being truthful. Natasha pulled out the food and began dishing it out to everybody, and you smiled as you dug in happily, looking back at Carol when she continued talking.

“Never change yourself because of what 3 stupid idiots said.”

You knew she was trying to diffuse the situation and make small jokes to make you feel comfortable and you smiled up at her, sending the same smiles to the 2 redheads when they agreed with Carol’s statement.

“We love you exactly how you are,” Wanda affirmed, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“We will always love you, nothing could ever change that,” Natasha stated, her hand moving to grasp yours gently.

“And we hope that you will eventually accept our apology. We know and understand you won’t forgive us straight away, but we promise we’re going to make it up to you for as long as you’ll allow us," Carol finished.

You nodded finishing your burger, glancing at the food that was left on the bed. You then smiled stealing some of each of their fries, some nuggets from Wanda and Nat, and then some cheese bites from Carol.

“Thank you for apologising. I accept your apology, but I’m not quite ready to forgive you yet, but this is definitely a start,” you teased as you popped a nugget into your mouth making the 3 older women smile.

“A start is more than good enough for us.”

--

[romanoffsdarling]

Can I Be Him?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader // Wanda Maximoff x Vision // Tony Stark x Platonic!Fem!Reader

Summary: Falling for your best friend was the oldest cliche in the book, but you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t stop the way your heart fluttered at the mere sight of her, the way your day became exponentially better when you were able to make her laugh or see her nose crinkle because of her smile. You only wished that you could be so much more. 

Word Count: 3,256

Warnings: Angst. 

Author’s Note: I felt bad about piling on the angst, so I wanted to make an angsty story with a happy ending for a change. I hope you all enjoy!

Falling in love had never truly been something you were expecting when you joined the Avengers. Being one of the newest recruits, SHIELD having sent you over as they saw your potential, was daunting enough, but the instant connection you found with Wanda Maximoff– the other “recruit” – filled you with a sense of trepidation. 

As if your body, even then, had been trying to forewarn you of all the impending pain it was about to experience. Of course, as with many horrible tragedies, you hadn’t listened to your gut instinct and decided to pursue a friendship with the reclusive Sokovian. Something that took more time than you would have hoped, many bribes in the form of chocolate, and possibly a death threat or two, but when Wanda smiled at you for the first time all that was worth with it. She was worth it. 

Keep reading

[captains-simp]

hiii can you please do a 1) Angst with Nat where shes the one saying 'please dont go' because she pushed u away out of fear of either unreciprocated feelings or fear of her feelings for u?? and then there's a happy ending???

"Please don't go."

Warnings: oral, fingering, thigh grinding, hints at overstimulation, rejection, violence and some majorrrr angst

6.8k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Natasha Romanoff was the thing of many people's nightmares. Cunning, stealthy, ruthless. Those were just a few of the things that came to mind when describing Natasha in the field. It was what had earned her the Black Widow name, and rightfully so.

But behind that front was someone very different. It took a long time to find that person. It was hard to gain the trust of an assassin, much less the friendship. You had gotten there eventually, what you found was entirely worth every second of the wait.

Natasha had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember. You trusted her above everyone else and knew the feeling was mutual. A lot of things were with you two.

You came to the same conclusions in missions, spare of the moment and planned. You knew the best ways to comfort one another. You could even read each other like your favourite book when it was impossible for others.

It seemed almost predictable that your feelings for Natasha had been growing for a long time.

She was fiercely protective of the ones she loved. The relationships she developed were ones she held close to her heart and would do anything for. She never said it because she didn't have to.

While not being one for comforting words, Natasha would appear at your side in an instant if she thought you had been hurt in a mission or even training. Everything from checking in on you genuinely from time to time to let you rant about whatever was going on in your head to memorising your order from every kind of take out place made you feel cared for more than she could ever understand.

Maybe that was why you had fallen inlove with her.

"You are single handedly the best partner I have ever had." Natasha sighed as she laid back on her bed with her eyes trained on you. Oh how you wished she meant that in a different context.

"Likewise." You grinned as you poured some more wine into your glass and took a tentative sip.

"You usually work on a team." Natasha pointed out. "You haven't had your fair share of God awful partners yet."

"I can still recognise a good partner." You reminded and glanced down at the glass resting on your crossed legs.

Saying Natasha was good was the understatement of the year. No matter what she seemed to think the redhead was the reason for your success on the mission. All you had done was follow her instructions and reenact everything you had trained.

"Still, that was one of the best missions I've ever been on."

"You make it sound like you enjoyed it." You teased.

"I love my job." Natasha smirked as she took her glass from the bedside table and swirled the liquid around.

"I bet you do, must be easy when you're one of the best." You complimented more easily with the help of the alcohol.

"I like a challenge every now and then." She said as she sat up and tucked her legs under her. She downed the contents of her glass in a second and went to pour some more. Your eyes widened slightly but you accepted when she held the bottle out for you and poured a little more than you would have, finishing the bottle.

"You can challenge yourself in safer ways you know." Even if Natasha was one of the most feared agents on the planet she was still human. You worried about her a lot and tried to voice your opinions on mission files to ensure she did things the safest ways. She was always more set on doing things the most efficient way.

"Like what?" She enquired.

"I don't know, get a hobby." You laughed, hardly joking. A hobby was something everyone on the team needed, there was hardly ever the time.

"A hobby." Nat repeated, playing around with the thought as she said it. "I don't think I have time for that." You hummed understandably. "Do you want one?" She asked as she watched you.

"I barely have time for socialising." You scoffed and sipped on the alcohol.

"You live with us." The redhead pointed out, clearly missing your point.

"For work. When was the last time we had a movie night?" You asked. Natasha thought back to try and pinpoint a date but you kept going. "All of the parties are basically part of the job. Our schedules are all off so we rarely eat dinner together. We never really hang out anymore." You reflected with a pang of sadness.

"We're hanging out now." Natasha pointed out.

"We are." You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

"So let's make the most of it." She said as she reached under her bed to retrieve another bottle. You barely questioned why it was there.

She poured more of the drink into each of your glasses and you clinched them together. You took a sip of yours and Natasha watched you as she raised the glass to her lips then paused for a second.

Her eyes trailed to your lips as you licked them to wipe away the traces of the drink. Your cheeks heated up under her far from subtle gaze and a lazy smirk played across Natasha's lips in her signature way.

It wasn't uncommon for Nat to flirt and tease you, she did it with everyone after all, but that night it seemed like a genuine interest, you just didn't want to fool yourself into thinking that.

You stretched your legs out infront of you simply to do something with yourself as Natasha continued to watch you mirror her position. You were startled when you felt on of her hands grip your calf and pull you up the bed towards her.

She silently took your glass from your hands and placed her glass down on the table with yours.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a smile as you tried to ignore your rapidly beating heart from having her hand on your calf and having the strength to pull you with the one hand just a second ago.

"Making the most of our time together." Natasha said simply as her hand dropped back down to your leg. Her fingers lightly ghosted up your calf again as a small smirk continued to stay on her lips.

You gulped, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry as you watched Natasha's slender fingers wander in a seemingly innocent way.

As if your dumbfounded and blank expression wasn't enough for her, Natasha suddenly sat up more and slowly lifted her leg over yours as she gave you some of the most intense eye contact you had ever experienced and straddled your lap.

You searched her face for anything and all you got was a mischievous smirk; nothing past that, no implication as to what was really happening.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teased as she ran her hands down your bare arms making you visibly shiver.

"I..." You whispered, having no idea what to say in response. Natasha lowered her head to the side of your neck and breathed lightly against the exposed skin, curtsey of the loose bun she had done for you.

"Maybe I should try steal it back." Her lips grazed your sensitive skin as she spoke. All sense escaped you when her lips pressed ever so lightly against your neck.

Her hands moved to your waist to hold you as she planted soft kisses along your neck that started to become less light. Her teeth nipped at your skin making you yelp slightly in surprise. Natasha grinned against you as her hands moved round to your stomach and pushed you down flat on your back on the mattress.

Seeing her straddling your stomach above you with an illegally attractive smirk made something undeniable go straight to your core. You clenched your thighs together subconsciously, not realising how telling the gesture was to Natasha.

She slowly leant down and hovered her face inches above yours as her hands trailed up to your own and pinned them above your head. Your breath was shaky and you just knew your friend could tell from your close proximity.

A million things buzzed around your head. Until you caught sight of an especially bright spec of green in Natasha's eyes and found yourself haulting all your questions. That was when you pushed all of your worries and questions to the side to focus on what was infront of you. Or rather who was ontop of you.

You closed your eyes and lifted your head, finally reciprocating in the way you had wanted to a while. Her lips met yours in an instant and felt even softer against your own than you had ever imagined. Your lips moved in perfect sync that you found yourself getting lost in as well as the taste of Natasha that you thought might stay with you forever.

You gasped and parted your lips when she pinched your inner thigh unexpectedly and was quietened when Natasha's tongue met yours. She sucked on it for a brief moment and grinned into you when she felt you moan.

Her lips left yours and started to kiss across your jaw before you could protest then dipped down to your neck. You tilted your head back to give her further access as you held onto her back and tried to steady your breathing.

While one hand held your waist the other stroked along your bare thigh under your dress. You closed your eyes as you struggled to competly focus on any one of the movements. You especially failed when Nat placed one of her muscular thighs between yours, forcing them apart and pressing down on a sensitive area.

You gasped as you felt her apply pressure to your aching clit with her thigh and bucked your hips against her. She chuckled lowly into your ear and held down your thigh and waist with strength that only feuled your growing arousal.

"Tasha." You moaned when the redhead bit down on your neck. Simultaneously, her hand wandered further up your thigh to explore the wanton part between your legs. She sighed deeply into your neck when her fingers brushed against wet spot on your panties.

You whined lowly when she withdrew her fingers only to flip you onto your front and straddle your back. Her slim fingers held the zip on the back of your dress dress swiftly pulled it down along with the rest of your dress.

Her hands ran along your bare back and she unfastened your bra with ease, throwing it somewhere neither of you cared about. She brought her hands back to you and caressed the exposed skin on your sides and leant down flat against you as her hands cupped your breasts. She kissed your shoulder blades as she started to pinch your strained buds. As much as you enjoyed the way she handled you, you needed attention lower down and was becoming impatient, resorting to rocking yourself against the bed in search of something.

"You're a needy thing, aren't you?" She husked, noticing your actions in an instant.

You whimpered into the bed and was suddenly moved onto your back again and stared up at the redheaded beauty who was taking in the sight of your bare breasts.

"You've got me all worked up too, baby." She said as she pulled her own dress down and flung it across the room. Unlike you, she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress giving you the sight of her perfect set. Your own eyes lowered and your breath hitched at the sight of her bare pussy. For a moment you questioned if she had it all planned, but she was straddling your face before you could think about it anymore.

She certainly wasn't lying when she said she was worked up, she was soaked.

With a burst of confidence, you grabbed the back of her thighs and lowered herself onto your tongue that swiped through her folds. You hummed at the initial taste that enveloped your senses and sucked momentarily on her throbbing clit.

"Fuck." Natasha moaned as she pulled on some loose strands of your hair. You pushed your tongue into her awaiting cunt as far as you could go and retracted it to repeat the motion, all while your best friend grinded down on your face.

"Such a good mouth." She praised as you focused your tongue on her soaking channel.

You brought one of your hands up and rubbed Natasha's clit with your thumb as your tongue started to increase it's pace. The redhead's inner walls started to clamp down on your muscle and you took this with a new vigor.

It didn't take long for her thighs to tighten around your head and for Natasha to ride out her orgasm in desperation as you eagerly lapped up all of her cum until she got off you.

"Suck." She instructed only slightly breathlessly as she held her fingers infront of your mouth. You opened in an instant and licked up the length of her fingers before taking them in your mouth as you kept your eyes trained on Natasha.

"Good girl." She praised with a smirk when she withdrew her fingers. She straddled one of your thighs as her fingers danced down to where you needed them the most.

Her fingers slipped inside your pussy with ease. They slowly edged further until they curled against your sweet spot that made your head drop back against the bed. Natasha repeated the come here motion everytime her fingers returned but her pace remained slow and teasing.

You whined in protest but was shushed by the redhead when she pressed herself into your thigh. You gasped as you felt her slick along your thigh and the small rotations of her hips to grind herself against you.

As the pace of her hips increased so did her fingers that were returning to you at twice the pace. You moaned together as everytime Natasha's fingers hit your special spot she angled herself to brush her clit up against your muscle.

The Russian started to dig herself deeper against you and her movements became much more frantic. Her fingers became rougher and faster, never failing to make your head spin when she angled them perfectly.

"Fuck, Nat!" You moaned as your bucked your hips up against her hand.

Her movements became less coordinated as she chased her release and consequently managed to extend her fingers deeper within you making your walls clamp down harshly.

"You feel so good against my pussy." Nat moaned until she came undone on your thigh soon followed by you.

She spread her arousal across your thigh as she rode out her orgasm and kept her fingers deep inside you making you squirm under her.

Her eyes were still glazed over when she looked back down at you and saw you unsuccessfully trying to move away. An evil glint appeared in her eyes as a smirk played on her lips and she leaned down to hover over you again.

"Oh, malysh, we are no where near done."

*

You woke up to a stream of sunlight flowing into the bedroom and onto the bed. You instinctively went to shield your eyes and turn over but when you did you noticed the body laying peacefully next to you.

You let your eyes adjust and brain start to kick in until you saw the mess of red hair on the pillow next to you. You smiled widely when the memories of the night before began to come back to you.

You were both laying naked in bed with the duvet barely covering you. Natasha had her back to you so you reached out and gently stroked a finger across her shoulder blades. Her shoulders tensed slightly as she gradually woke up and you were reminded of how much you pushed your bodies to the limit. You were feeling kind of sore too.

"Good morning." You greetee with a tired continuous smile and scooched over closer to her only for her to sit up without looking at you.

"Morning." She replied stiffly. You frowned a little in confusion and glanced over at her alarm clock to see how late it is and go to get up too. You had a team meeting that morning that you definetly couldn't miss.

You didn't really know what to say to her when you were finding your clothes. She didn't say anything either but the silence didn't feel right. Not awkward, just not right.

You kept glancing over at her but she never faced you when she was quickly getting changed into clean clothes.

You looked over at the clock again nervously. Half an hour until the meeting. Need to have a shower, clean clothes, breakfast? No, no time. Talk to Natasha?

You really had no clue what to say to the redhead you had spent the night in and it definelty didn't help that your brain hadn't fully kicked in yet.

"So I'll...see you later then?" Smooth, y/n.

"Yeah." Nat said back as she searched for something in her drawers. You nodded and awkwardly pointed to the door and practically ran towards it. The moment you were on the other side of the door you smacked yourself on forehead and started to think about what to say to your best friend.

*

Throughout the whole of the team meeting Natasha didn't look at you once. Even in the most important meetings she would shoot you a smile every so often or kick you lightly if she knew you weren't paying attention. But she never even acknowledged you in that one.

Granted, the mission brief was one of the most important ones the team had ever had while you had been there. It wasn't for a couple of weeks because an operation like that one required a lot of planning, preparing and paperwork to fill out before it had even started.

It was the single biggest Hydra base there was. It was the heart of all Hydra operations and that meant there was a lot to do. All Hydra agents needed to be captured or killed, all data and information they had needed to be taken and the place needed to be destroyed.

The meeting dragged on for a long time and eventually you were all told to leave and continue as normal until the mission. You planned to walk out with Natasha but she had disappeared before you got the chance.

It was like that for the rest of the day. You never saw your friend and everytime you asked someone where she was she was never where they said. It felt like you were going on a wild goose chase for her between training and eating.

Eventually though, you finally found her in the kitchen late in the evening making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She saw you approaching and tensed up without you noticing as you nervously approached, practising what had decided to say to her over in your head.

"Hey." You smiled, eyes trailing to the snack she had prepared as you remembered the time you lectured her on doing it wrong and corrected her. She had insisted you couldn't make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrong, but always did it your way after that.

"Hi." She said as she cut the sandwich in half and went to make a swift leave.

"I've been looking for you all day." You half laughed as you moved to stand infront of her.

"I've been busy." She replied and went to move around you.

"Yeah." You laughed nervously again as you followed her.

You had never really been one to shoot your shot or make the first move. It was awkward and uncomfortable even if you ended up lucky. You had never wanted to risk screwing everything up.

You could manage the bottled up feelings most of the time. You always chose that over some form of confrontation. Those were just small, passing crushes. Natasha Romanoff was far from that. And given everything that had happened the night before, you were sure you had a chance - more than a chance.

"So last night was great. More than great actually." You corrected as you managed to keep up with her fast strides.

"I'n glad you enjoyed it." She said simply.

"Did...did you?"

"Yes."

"Cool, so um I was thinking- well I was wondering if you would want to go out sometime." You started as you fiddled with your fingers. "I know you're busy so it doesn't have to be right away- or at all of course! Totally up to you, we could just get a drink or a meal." You rambled, going completly off script. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you caught sight of Natasha's room. She stayed silent for a while and you started to suspect you should have kept your mouth shut.

"Look, y/n." Oh God. "Last night wasn't...we were drunk." She started.

"No we weren't." You instantly said and winced at your frantic reply. "I mean we were tipsy at the very most." You corrected and hoped it overruled your desperate comment prior.

"Right, but it wasn't anything serious." Oh fuck. "We were just messing around and celebrating." She said slowly as she reached her door and grabbed the handle, clearly wanting to leave the awkward convosation.

"Oh...yeah of course. I knew that." You lied. "I just thought...yeah never mind- sorry." You rambled again and scratched the back of your neck.

"It's alright." She said looking at her door longingly. "See you tomorrow, y/n." She finally said.

"Yeah, goodnight, Nat." You said back and heard the door shut as soon as you turned around.

Fuck!

*

Natasha was a generally very mature person. That meant she could put aside personal differences for her job and move past disagreements and resolve tension for the sake of the friendships she developed and treasured. It seemed that didn't apply to you.

You understood that the redhead would want space for a few days. Time was the best thing you could give to allow yourself to pick up the pieces of your heart to reassemble eventually and for Natasha move past what you said.

A week past and Natasha still avoided you like the plague.

That drastic change was one you had never prepared yourself to adjust to. You had been so confident that Natasha felt the same way, it was the one time you didn't plan for rejection. That made it even harder. One moment you and Natasha were practically joint at the hip and the next you were rarely in the same room.

Everytime she went into a room and saw you there she made some excuse about forgetting something and didn't return. If it was you who arrived in a room she was already in she would mutter something about being busy and having things to do.

That meant Nat started doing things like training in the evenings or early night just to avoid you. It was a miracle if she ate a meal with the others too. Her whole schedule changed drastically.

The others noticed pretty quickly. All of it. Natasha's strange routine was just as clear as her separation from you. No one really wanted to say anything, thinking that any issues you and Natasha had could be solved by yourselves. But with the mission fast approaching and there being no signs of things returning to normal, Steve decided to talk to you.

You knew it was Steve at your door by the softness of his knock. Everyone on the team could determine who was outside their door by their knock, it didn't seem possible but it was your equivalent of knowing which family member was coming up the stairs.

"Come in, Steve." You called as you flicked through Netflix. It was late in the evening and you were trying to unwind before bed but you were still haunted by the memories of screwing up your friendship with Natasha.

"You alright?" He asked as he closed the door and joined you on the bed that sunk a little under his weight.

"Never better." You said sarcastically before smiling a little at him, you knew he meant well.

"What's going on with you and Nat?" He asked. You paused you mindless scrolling through the TV as you felt the pain in your chest return.

"I messed it up, Steve. I messed it all up." You admitted as you started to shake.

"Hey." He comforted as he saw tears form in your eyes. He put his arms around you and let you lean into him and rest you head on his shoulder.

"I don't know how to fix it." You babbled.

"Fix what?"

"Us. I think she hates me."

"Nat could never hate you." He assured making you cry a little harder.

"She won't go near me." You argued

"What happened?" He asked again patiently.

"She knows. She knows I like her." Steve chuckled softly and continued to hold you.

"Y/n we all know. It doesn't take a spy to work it out." You sniffed with a smile and wiped the tears away as you leant away from him to look at the blonde.

"I asked her out." You said.

"That was a brave thing to do." He defended despite clearly knowing how it turned out for you. You decided to leave out the reason you worked up the balls to do it.

"I don't think she thinks so." Steve sighed as he looked at the TV in consideration.

"Maybe, but she will eventually."

"How long will that be?"

"It's hard to say with Nat, but eventually. You could try talk to her again?" He suggested.

"Have you been missing how she avoids me like I'm her worst nightmare." You deadpanned.

"You let her know you care about her a lot, you're not far off." You thought for a moment about how right Steve was. Nat never did like intimacy, but she never had a problem with it if it was you. "And she may be a spy by we have a security room." He pointed out and you smiled again.

"Okay." You agreed. "Tomorrow." You decided, knowing there was a lot higher chance of you actually going through with it if you had already told Steve you would.

"Okay." He smiled back and stood up from the bed and went to leave.

"Have you talked to her?" You suddenly asked.

"Seems like she's avoiding everyone."

*

You surprised even yourself when you found yourself in the security room the next day in the late evening. It didn't take you long to flick through all the cameras and spot Natasha training with the holograms.

You made your way down to her quickly, trying to figure out at least the outline of what you could say to her. Nothing really came to mind when you tried to piece it together.

When you arrived she was focused on throwing an onslaught of punches at a punching bag that honestly looked like it was on the verge of being torn in half. It made you strongly consider backing out when you saw her like that. You just hoped that state of mind wouldn't come across in your convosation.

"Hey." You croaked making the redhead spin around with her guard still up. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." You assured as you took a tentative step towards her.

"You didn't scare me." She defied, annoyance present in her voice.

"I guess if you can be pranked by Clint that many times and not be scared nothing will scare you." You joked in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't work.

The redhead stayed silent as she adjusted the straps on her gloves. You thought she would pack up her things and leave but she went back to the punching bag and blanked you.

"Are you gonna ignore me forever?" You sighed. She paused her punches for a second before turning to look at you for the first time in over a week.

"I'm not ignoring you."

"We haven't talked in a while." You said, choosing not to argue over the fact that yes she definetly had been ignoring you.

"I've been busy." Her expression was stoic as she looked at you and it made you uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for making things weird. But we can move past it. I can so you definitely should. Just because you don't want to date me doesn't mean you get to treat me like this, it's not fair on me and its not fair on the team." You breathed deeply when you finished and averted your eyes as you grew more uncomfortable from the confrontation.

"That's just the thing, y/n." Natasha said as she started to take her gloves off. "You're not going to move past it. I know you, and I know you're not going to be over it in a week." You frowned at her blunt response and took a few more steps towards her.

"Get over yourself, Nat." You sighed in frustration. "It's not like I declared that I was inlove with you. And don't forget that you came onto me that night."

"Exactly, y/n. It was one fucking night. It didn't mean anything but you decided to make a big deal out of it." You struggled to push aside the ache that came from her words and the bitter way she delivered them.

"You're never intimate with anyone. So yes when you fucked me and let me fuck you I thought there might be something more to it. It's not a crime to want something more."

Nat's jaw clenched at your words. You had brought in something personal about her and she was inevitably about to put up her walls in the most hurtful way she could. You knew that, but it didn't help you prepare.

"Why can't you accept that you were just a good fuck?" She spat as she glared at you. "Definitely one that I regret." You gulped as you took in the harsh reality of her words.

"Regret?" You whispered.

"Yes, y/n. I regret it. It was a mistake, every fucking bit of it." A mistake?

You didn't say anything in response to that. You were sure that even if you could think of something it would just come out as a squeak. Nat continued to glare at you in a way you couldn't hold. You glanced down at the floor, then the walls, then the punching pad and nodded quickly. You turned around and wandered aimlessly out the room as tears fell silently down your cheeks.

*

Needless to say things didn't get any better after that encounter. The only difference was that you were mutually avoiding each other. It hurt. A lot. You never thought you would avoid Natasha like you were. You never thought she would break your heart either.

The day of the mission didn't change anything. You and Natasha were sat as far away from each other as possible.

Only the anxiety over the mission was able to overpower the tension in the plane.

Steve had gone over the brief once more in full detail on the plane and you replayed all the information in your head until you landed. Once the quinjet had engaged its cloaking tech it landed in an open area in the surrounding forest.

You all left the quinjet in a concentrated silence as you surveyed your surroundings. It didn't take long to find the first patrolling agents in the forest that were swiftly taken out as to not alert anyone else.

The whole team was scattered across the forest from four planes in a circular layout that advanced towards the Hydra base. Even some of the best S.H.I.E.L.D agents had been brought in to assist. Steve was the first to infiltrate the base and in the least subtle way. You could hear the glass smashing and loud grunts in your coms that made you wish, not for the first time, that you could adjust the volume on those things.

You knew your route. You had it memorized clearly in your head and you also knew that some of it overlapped with Natasha's. You spotted her in your peripheral as you turned a corner to shoot at two charging agents. You leant back against the wall to reload and glanced to your left to see Natasha advancing. Stay focused. You reminded yourself.

You took a quick glance behind the corner again before looking back at Natasha who had her gun raised at you with a flightly fearing expression. Your eyes widened and you went to shout at her to stop messing around but she had already fired the gun. You heard a loud grunt and a body collapse to the floor tight behind you. You swivelled around to see a Hydra agent laying in a pool of his own blood with a handgun next to him.

"Thanks." You breathed out and started around the corner. Natasha had to take another left to the supposed data room where she could collect as much as much as could. You had to keep going but felt the sudden urge to ensure that she was safe. You looked over your shoulder as she opened the door and fired two shots before swiftly entering the room with her gun still raised.

You listened out for any more shots and heard none. She's fine. She knows what she's doing. You assured yourself as you went on.

Half an hour later the building had been cleared of all Hydra agents. Many had been captured and were had many hours of interrogation ahead of them while others hadn't been so lucky. It always weighed on you for a while when you killed as many people as you did on that mission. It was hard but it was necessary. It was the job.

The price of freedom is high. You reminded yourself. The price of freedom is high. The price of freedom is h- "Agent Romanoff is down."

"What?!" You spun around to face the building to see the room Natasha was in. It was in the center of the left side because of course you remembered exactly where she was meant to be.

You instinctively started sprinting back to the building when there was a sudden bright orange and yellow light followed by a deafening boom from the exact room Natasha was meant to be in. The explosion was quick but you got a chance to get an estimate of the scale of it and if Natasha was still in there...oh God.

"Has anyone got eyes on Romanoff?!" You demanded as you stared up at the building, finding yourself rooted to the spot.

"I got her." Steve coughed painfully. "I need a medic." He announced as he ran through the building and out the nearest exit with Natasha unconscious in his arms.

Everything else faded into the background when you saw her. The building still needed to be destroyed but you couldn't care less about the mission.

You stayed at Steve's side as he carried the readhead to the plane and laid her down gently on the bench. A medic was already there waiting and was checking Nat's vitals in an instant.

You dropped down to your knees next to her and watched her face for any signs of consciousness. When you couldn't find any you gently took ahold of her hand and laced your fingers together. You took a great deal of comfort in how warm they were and how warm you were determined for them to remain. You would kill Nat if she died on you.

Yes, she had hurt you. But you were pretty sure you were inlove with her.

You didn't let go of Natasha's hand for a long time. You held onto it tightly throughout the entirety of the flight home. You kept your fingers laced together when she was being taken to the medical wing. You held her hand for a while when they had finally settled her into a bed. She looked so peaceful in that state, you hoped it felt like that for her. She was still so beautiful too, even when she had dirt and smoke all over her before you had cleaned it all off.

You only let go when Steve practically dragged you out of the room to get some proper sleep in your bed.

You had been assured by multiple people that Natasha would be fine.

She had already been unconcious when Steve found her and was able to get her out the room before the bomb went off. It still had an impact and threw them both against a wall, but they were okay. She was okay.

You visited the redhead often but never stayed for long. As much as you wanted to, you knew she wouldn't want you there when she woke up. She had made it clear before that you had lost what you had with her, you were sure the mission hadn't changed that.

One day when you approached her room you peered around the door and saw that she was already sat up and looking around. She spotted you at the door instantly.

"Sorry." You apologised and went make a swift leave but stopped in your tracks when she spoke.

"Please don't go." She called out. You slowly turned around to face her and saw a pleading look across her face that you had never seen in her before.

You hesitated for a moment until you timidly made your way to the chair next to her bed. She watched you do so silently and anxiously, like she expected you to run out any second. You honestly thought about it, thinking another lecture was coming.

"You've been out a few days." You told her without meeting her eyes. "I was worried." You mentally scolded yourself for saying it as soon as you did, thinking that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"I'm sorry." She surprised you by saying.

"It's not your fault, you didn't throw the bomb at yourself." You smiled nervously.

"Not about that." Nat said quietly. "About everything else. I treated you so badly." The regret couldn't have been more clear in her voice. "I was just scared- and that's not an excuse! It's just the truth." She explained nervously. You listened intently as you stared at her duvet.

"I lied when I said it was a mistake. I lied when I said I regretted it. I lied when I said it didn't mean anything. It meant everything to me, y/n." She explained wholeheartedly as tears started to form in her eyes.

For a moment you couldn't quite comprehend what you're seeing or hearing. Natasha was letting down her walls competly. She was being vulnerable to you.

"I care about you so much. More than I've ever let myself care about anyone. I pushed it aside and tried to ignore it for the longest time but that night I caved and I...I don't know I wasn't thinking about anything other than how much I wanted to show you I cared for you. And when I thought I finally figured out a way to do it I couldn't face it after.

"You never did anything wrong, y/n. It was all me. I couldn't face my feelings but I can't stand not being with you. Is there..." She gulped as her hands trembled notably. "Is there any possibility of a second chance?" She whispered almost fearfully. You finally looked up at her and saw the tears running down her cheeks as she gazed at you like you were the only thing of any importance in the world.

You took her shaking hand in both of yours to steady it and yourself as you spoke. "No more running off?" You asked.

"No more running off." She confirmed.

"No more lying to me?"

"No more lying."

"No more being a pussy." You half joked.

"Definelty no more being a pussy." She laughed weakly.

"Okay then. Natasha, would you like to go on a date with me?" You asked with a smile you couldn't hold back.

"It would be my pleasure, y/n." You grinned and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on her lips as you kept ahold of her hands. She smiled against you and when you moved back you saw the glint of happiness in her eyes.

Sure, you had done things in the completly wrong order. And yes, the journey to get there had been far from easy. But you swore that day that you would make sure everything after it was done perfectly.

It was a few weeks later on the night you shared your first 'I love you' that she confessed she had sworn the same thing. And it worked.

[captains-simp]

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

💫 fluff

☠️ angst

🤍 smut

🖤 dark!fic 

Bottled Up Feelings 🤍

- Wanda’s inquisitive words lead to the confession you’ve both been hiding. Not quite believing your luck, you show Wanda how much you care the best way you know how

Wake Up ☠️💫

- After the worst fight you’ve ever experienced with you girlfriend, you end up being paired together on a mission where your stubborness to communicate results in the worst and makes you both realise how much you took for granted

Twins 💫

- A delayed mission and early birth leads to you missing the birth of your two sons, but when you finally arrive at Wanda’s side you’re too caught up in love and pride to think of anything else

Mistakes ☠️💫

- Wanda’s determination for you to not worry about her and her job brings her to make a few mistakes that she can’t take back. It’s only when you break up with her that you realise Wanda’s intentions and all that you’ve lost

Coffee and Donuts 💫

- A late night trip to your favourite donut shop turns into a memory you gold close to you forever

Choke Me Like You Hate Me But You Love Me 🤍☠💫

- When you and Wanda are forced to figure out how to deal with your seemingly reasonless hatred for each other, you end up resorting to taking your frustration with each other in the bedroom. Something that unmasks the reason behind your long term feud

Fake It Till You Make It ☠️💫

- Bringing Wanda along to your family cabin is the only thing that makes the trip bareable, but bringing her there as your fake girlfriend to impress your family makes your crush on her a lot harder to handle

Too Hard To Resist 🖤🤍

- Wanda’s been trying to make you her girlfriend ever since you broke up with your ex. It’s exhausting turning her down over and over again and eventually, the witch has enough

Rings 🤍

- Wanda fucks you with her rings on

The Best Kind Of Confession 💫

- The unspoken love you have for your girlfriend had only ever been expressed through actions, until you decided to voice it

Different Person At 3am ☠️💫

- You were the only one who was never afraid of Wanda’s powers and she never knew why until she seeked you out at night

Take It 🖤🤍

- Forced pet play

Everything 🖤🤍

- Life when your kidnapped by an Avenger isn’t all that bad

[lesbian-deadpool]

Bro highschool!nat? YES ok so if were doing a goth nat and a jock would you do the ultimate cliché and give her your letterman because she's cold. I feel like she would take and and act all annoyed and comment on the cliché but then like never give it back.

Okay but like, you're so much bigger than her. So the jacket, it just swims on her basically. Like it goes down past her ass, whereas on you it rests comfortably around your hips, where it's meant to be.

But she looks so fucking soft in it. With a smile on her face, talking to her friends with her hands pushed deep into the large pockets. You couldn't help but melt at the sight of her from where you stood at the opposite end of the hallway.

And even if Natasha wanted to give it back, you wouldn't want it. It looked way too good on her for you to ever take it from her.

She wears it everywhere and when it's too hot for it, it's lovingly hung up in her room where she can see it. Every morning when she wakes up she spots it across the room, and a dreamy smile pulls at her face, her chest swelling with a warm feeling.

The new year after she had "stollen" the jacket, you received a new one from the school. To which you and Natasha now have matching ones... and she eyes up the new one, obviously waiting for your smell to cling to it, before swapping it with hers. Which will predictably lead to a whole swapping cycle. And you can't find any protests to it.

[ars0nism]

Pros of chubby gf

- soft

- nice hugs

- thigh pillows??? Tiddy pillows??

Cons of chubby gf

- none

Pros of skinny gf

- fits in ur arms rly nicely

- ur hoodies are too big on her which is beautiful

Cons of skinny gf

- none

Pros of muscled gf

- abs?? Biceps??? Please???

- strong gf pick me up pls

- most likely works out a lot which is hot

Cons of muscled gf

- none

[pipebomb-malewife-deactivated20]

Pros of a tall gf:

-she can reach everything

-she can wear those gorgeous and long swooshy dresses without drowning in the fabric

-she still rocks heels, I mean, hello??? Tall girls in heels??? Yes??? PLEASE?

- can curb stomp facist easily

Cons of a tall gf

-none, you’re just cowardly

Pros of a short gf

- I can give her piggyback rides

- she short which means I can pick her up randomly

- she’s got a better angle for throat punching facist

- great at stealing my clothes and wearing em

Cons of a short gf

- none

Pros of a disabled gf

- she’s still her own independent person

- she’s intelligent, often times having some of the most profound things to say that people often ignore because they’re stupid

-she’s got a unique lifestyle that’s gonna be best for her and she’s gonna live life as much as she can as comfortably as she can

-stronger than any US marine

-hates fascist

Cons of a disabled gf

-none

[lily-orchard]

Finally a Tumblr Post that speaks to me

[hilbeth]

Pros of an autistic gf

-She stims when she’s happy

-She tells you about her special interests

-She’s super knowledgeable about her favorite topics

Cons of an autistic gf

-none

[the-spawn-of-loki]

This makes me happy.

[natperv]

stay

fem!reader x natasha

part 1 | part 2

a/n: thank you for all the support on parts one and two. i know i promised smut, and i diddd go into this intending to write some, but it just didn’t happen. sorry to disappoint. i don’t think i’ll do a part 4, that seems a bit overkill, i think? unless a lot of people want it. i have plenty of other nat ideas in my head that i think y’all would like though!! ALSO. i am Muslim!! idk how alcohol works very well!! so i’m sorry if this is inaccurate

summary: you drink a little too much and natasha looks after you.

genre: tiny bit of angst, lots of fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption, r comes onto nat while drunk, not a warning but wanda’s there too for a bit 

word count: 1k

it’s 3am when the gang finally decides to head back to the compound. you’re drunk out of your mind. you can’t even remember what drinks you’ve consumed, you lost count around the fourth shot of vodka. you don’t drink often, and when you do, it’s rarely in such copious amounts, but you had gotten irritated at nastasha ignoring you. the entire night, she was acting as if you didn’t even exist. now, you leaned against steve’s shoulder, the room spinning, while the others discussed what to do with you. “since when does y/n drink so much?” mumbled wanda, brushing your hair to the side and resting the back of her hand on your cheek like she was a mother checking if her child had a fever. you hummed as you gazed up at her, flushed and warm from the excess alcohol. she smiled back at you, and then you were helped to your feet, by who? you can’t exactly remember. you leaned on wanda all the way outside. 

Keep reading

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Worth Our Time

Part 2

jock!Carol Danvers X fem!Reader (both 18)

Includes: high school au, paired project, fingering, innocence kink, Captain kink, degrading, strap on sex, biting, public sex, oral on strap on, spitting and praise kink

5.5k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Finally, y/n, you will be with..." No. "Let's see." Please no. "Carol." What in the name of all things horny did I do to deserve that?

You looked over at the woman in question and saw her trying to balance a pencil on her nose. You sighed deeply and leant your head in your hands as you tried to study the worksheet for the project you would no doubt be doing on your own.

The bell rang above you and everyone jumped up from their seats to sprint towards the door, ignoring Mr Stark's reminders about finishing off the work from the lesson in our own time.

Carol picked up her varsity jacket from the back of her chair and put it on before swinging her bag over one shoulder and sauntered out the class. Some of her teammates were already there waiting.

As far as jocks went Carol wasn't the complete worse, she wasn't your favourite person either. She didn't act like a complete dick to everyone like Rumlow but she didn't take her time to help others out like Natasha. So you never had any reason to interact with her and you were sure that wasn't going to start with the project.

"What's up with you? Did someone take the last donut again?" Wanda asked with a playful smile as she appeared at your side.

"That would not surprise me at all, the universe seems to already hate me." You sighed dramatically making your friend laugh.

"What happened?" She asked as she smiled at random people in the corridor.

"I got paired with Danvers for my physics project." You grumbled.

"She's not that bad you know." Wanda said.

"You're just saying that because she's friends with the girl you're whipped for." You grinned knowingly. A blush heated up Wanda's cheeks as she avoided your gaze and hit your arm.

"I am not whipped for Natasha." Wanda lied.

"Whatever you say, Wan. But Danvers being nice has nothing to do with it. I'm telling you now I'm gonna end up doing this project on my own." You predicted as you arrived in the cafeteria.

"Carol is full of surprises." Wanda said as you both eyed the food station with the donuts. "She might shock you and help, maybe she'll actually be a great partner."

"I don't know what alternate reality you're living in but it definetly doesn't match mine." You argued as you realised there was only one of the sugary doughs left.

"I'm telling you, y/n. She's not that bad." Wanda laughed but froze when she saw Carol pay for the last donut with a triumphant grin.

"No." You said through gritted teeth. "She's the absolute worse."

*

You waited a few days for the blonde Captain to approach you. Wanda insisted that you waited or made some effort to get Carol to help you before you started doing it yourself.

You didn't have long to do the project and you were growing impatient quickly, something that seemed to overrule your anxiety over talking to your partner.

It was the last ten minutes of the lesson and Mr Stark had given you to talk to your partners. Everyone had quickly dispersed to their own corners to slack off for the last ten minutes, like you wished you could too, but Wanda's lectures echoed around in your head.

With a heavy sigh, you got up from your seat and approached Carol where she was sat playing a game on her phone.

"Hey." You greeted with a smile that was 100% forced. She glanced up at you from her phone for a split second then back at her phone to keep her concentration on the game.

"Hi." She nodded as her eyes stayed glued to her screen.

"So when shall we start the project?" You asked. Carol didn't answer you for a moment and you thought she hadn't heard until her character died and she huffed in annoyance and looked up at you again. This time she gave you more consideration except her eyes trailed over your legs for a second too long. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

She noticed that and smirked to herself slightly before shaking it off.

"I'm gonna be busy." She said half heartedly as she turned her attention back to her phone.

"The...whole time?" You asked as you eyed the game on her phone she seemed to have made a lot of progress in. She hummed in response.

"Important games, you know?" She muttered. You glanced at her red varsity jacket. Oh you knew.

She was the single best athlete in the school and she wasn't exactly modest about it. She had been the sole reason the school had won a lot of games and that kind of thing definetly went to her head. But even you had to admit she was talented.

"Yeah." You said as you clenched your jaw slightly. It wasn't like you had expected anything else.

You turned around as you rolled your eyes as went back to your own desk, oblivious to the brown eyes that followed you.

*

The project wasn't actually that bad. There were a lot of other things you would rather have been doing of course, but you were pretty sure it would secure you a good grade for the end of the year. It annoyed you that it would probably secure Carol one too.

Wanda had kindly offered to help multiple times, like the gem she was, but you always shooed her away so you could do it yourself. You worked best doing independent work and you didn't doubt that Carol would prove a big distraction if she had helped. The last thing you were looking to do was fuel your attraction to her.

Except one day she surprised you. A lot. You were sat outside with Wanda eating your lunch when the blonde sauntered over to you both with an easy smile.

You spotted her as soon as she came into sight but paid the Captain no attention, simply assuming she was looking for someone else. When she got closer you figured that person was Wanda as the two seemed to get on well from knowing Nat, but when the redhead nudged you with a knowing grin you saw her looking directly at you.

"Hey Wanda." She said despite looking at you. You shifted under her gaze.

"Hi Carol." Wanda said sweetly as she tried to hide her smile in her sandwich. The redhead knew you thought Carol was attractive and teased you about it a lot, telling you that it was okay to have a crush on the blonde while you continuously denied it and attacked her with whatever was closest.

"Hey y/n." Her smile shifted into a smirk.

"Danvers." You said stiffly as you struggled to open your packet of fruit.

"When are we doing this project then?" You froze and gave her a bewildered look and tried to read her expression for any sign of a joke. It was hard when she had such a care free look about her.

"We?" You questioned after a moment.

"Yep." She said casually and emphasised the 'p'.

"This is the project that's due...tomorrow?" You questioned further.

"Yep." She repeated.

"Well I've... done most of it." You mumbled.

"Not all of it though."

"There's a few bits left I guess."

"Okay, then I'll pick you up at the end of the day and take you back to mine." She winked shamelessly making your face burn up.

"Everything's at mine though." You pointed out as she went to leave.

"Then we'll go to yours." She said simply. She glanced down at the packet you still couldn't open and leaned forward to rip the seal off before turning around to stroll away, leaving you questioning every part of what happened.

"Told you she was full of surprises." Wanda smirked making you smack her with your waterbottle.

*

True to her word, Carol was waiting patiently for you at the front of the school when you finally got to leave. She was parked along the side of the road in her recognisable red land rover and had the tinted windows down so you could see her clearly.

You took a deep breath before heading over to her car and was noticed instantly by the blonde. She smirked as she lazily placed her hand out the window and watched you get closer.

You wandered over to the side of the car and practically had to climb into it while avoiding Carol's gaze that burned into you. You gripped onto your bag that was in your lap as you glanced around and finally looked at Carol when she made no attempt to start the car.

She was resting her head in her hand as she studied you with a lazy smile. You wondered if that was how she looked at everyone who had been in that car.

You could only imagine the things she had done in that car - not to mention the few shameful times you wished you had been one of those things.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or start the car?" You asked suddenly as you shifted in the seat. She smirked more but turned the keys and put the car into drive.

"I was simply admiring the view, Princess. No need to be impatient." Your mind went blank for a second as you comprehended her words until you stared ahead of and spoke back.

"Don't call me that. And I wouldn't be impatient if the project was already finished." You huffed.

"You said you've done most of it though." Carol said as you pointed for her to take a left.

"Not all of it."

"I'm sure someone as smart as you could finish it in no time." She complimented seemingly sweetly but you saw right through her.

"I thought you said you were going to help." You narrowed your eyes at her suspiciously.

"Of course I will." She said quickly, knowing she had slipped up in her flirting. You smiled to yourself at the small and very insignificant victory.

You drove in silence for the rest of the short journey and sighed in relief when you saw your parents' cars weren't in the drive. You weren't ready for their interrogations about Carol, especially on the same day you had to be stuck in a room with her.

You got out the car the moment it stopped and speedwalked towards your house to unlock it while Carol admired the house while strolling to the door with you.

"I'll just get the stuff." You called over your shoulder and raced up the stairs as you heard her shut the door. It took you a couple of minutes to collect everything from your bottom drawer but when you turned around to leave your room you almost dropped everything when you saw the Captain standing in the doorway staring in your direction with a smug grin.

Her eyes flickered up to yours and you suddenly became very aware of how long you had to bend over to get everything. You blushed furiously as you acknowledged her telling expression and tried to guide her out your room.

"We should go downstairs so we can do this on the kitchen table." You said and her smirk grew.

"Maybe another day." She muttered making you frown. "But I think here works too." She said as she wondered around your room, examining all the posters on your wall.

"Yeah." You said as you watched her. You knew she wasn't going to give in and you definetly were so you placed everything down on your bed and sat up by the cushions cross legged.

Carol didn't show any signs of helping you in the near future. She just continued to be nosy without hiding it. Subtlety clearly wasn't her speciality.

Eventually she did join you and sat on the end of the bed, scanning over the papers for a second before getting her phone out. You glared daggers at her.

"You said you would help me with this, Danvers." You complained as you frowned down at the sheets on the bed.

"I don't know anything about this crap." Carol said as she put her phone down and scanned the papers again halfheartedly, clearly only paying the slightest bit of attention to the diagrams in colour.

"I've noticed." You muttered to yourself and refrained from rolling your eyes as you added another sentence to one of the sheets. Just as you were starting to consider kicking Carol out she spoke again.

"But there's something that's a much better use of our time that I do know a lot about." You looked up at the blonde with a questioning look and fumbled with your pen when you saw the suggestive smirk on her face.

Your cheeks heated up under her amused gaze and you tried to ignore her comment and look back over your project. You felt the bed shift as Carol sat up and leant over to take the sheet from your hands.

You could have sworn you could hear your heart beating out its chest when you found yourself staring at Carol's brown eyes. She locked onto yours, her smirk still visible as she unfolded your legs.

You let her adjust and carry your body however she pleased as all you could focus your energy on was not falling apart in her hands. That wouldn't last long.

Carol hooked her hands under your thighs and lifted you up into her lap with an astonishing amount of strength. It felt natural to let your hands fall to her shoulders when she cupped your ass.

She moved your hair away from your neck and stroked the exposed skin with her thumb. You gazed at her with cautious eyes and slightly parted lips as you had no idea what to do or even say, her smirk grew upon recognition that the experience was entirely new to you.

With a mischievous grin, she pulled you tighter against her body and a moan slipped past your lips when you felt the prominent buldge in her jeans.

Your legs tightened against the outside of her as did your grip on her shirt. As your breathing became shaky from the overwhelming urge to rock yourself against the strap Carol was concealing you avoided eye contact with her from embarrassment and hesitation. She spotted it instantly and pushed you down onto your back while you wrapped your legs around her waist in a need to keep the friction close.

She withdrew to take her top off and you found yourself gaping at the sight of her toned stomach. You reached out to run your hands over her abs without thinking and made her grin as she leaned back down towards you and flexed her abdomen as she did so.

Her lips met yours and all brain activity faulted for a second. As soon as you realised how soft her lips were and that your hands were still on her stomach you relaxed and reciprocated with just as much eagerness. Her hands fell to your sides to hold you beneath her and her thumbs stroked the bare skin under your shirt as she kissed you.

She ran her hands over your stomach making you part your lips and grant her access to your mouth. You moaned as her tongue invaded your mouth before she sucked on yours until you whimpered against her and let your body become weaker.

She tugged at your shirt and you broke the kiss to nod, allowing her to swiftly pull it off over your head and lean back down. She started to kiss and bite the sensitive skin of your neck while undoing the zipper of your jeans.

Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed up at the ceiling when you felt her hand caress the fabric of your cotton panties.

"Tell me, y/n, have u ever been touched?" She husked in your ear making you shiver.

"I...yes." You lied in embarrassment.

"Don't lie to me." She growled as she bit down on your collarbone making you gasp and buck your hips slightly.

"N-no." You whimpered and wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. She exhaled deeply as she her quickly went to pull your jeans down in desperation, apparently spurred on by your confession.

She looked you deeply in the eyes as she rubbed your lips through your panties and you were taken back by how dark they had become, completly overtaken by lust. It made her all the more attractive in that moment as she stared down at you.

You bucked your hips and whined when her fingers ghosted over your clit for a mere second.

"You need something, Princess?" The name that had previously annoyed you only made you more needy in that moment.

"Come on, Danvers. Don't do that." You whined and squirmed beneath her as her fingers dipped into your panties. You avoided her gaze, hoping it would prolong the inevitable but she gripped your jaw to turn you back towards her.

"Do what, Princess?" She continued to tease.

"You know what I want." You muttered timidly, still afraid to spell it out.

"Maybe we should double check." She smirked against your neck as her fingers stroked your slit. You whined lowly and tried to kiss her but she tilted her head to stop you.

"Just touch me already." You huffed impatiently.

"Like this?" She asked with a grin as she slowly stroked your clit in light circles.

"Inside." You whimpered. Carol hummed in interest, clearly needing more. "Need your fingers in my pussy." You finally said and she smirked. You had asked her to do it, but you weren't prepared for the sudden intrusion of two of her long slender fingers.

You moaned and threw your head back into the bed in bliss. "Fuck, Danvers." You gripped her back tightly and brought her closer to you so she was burying her face in the crook of your neck.

"You're so wet." She husked as her fingers instantly took up an overwhelming pace inside you, extending them to brush against the back of your pussy before withdrawing and returning in a split second. It was certainly more intense than anything you had ever done to the sensitive area.

You only managed to incoherently beg her not to stop between her whispering into your ear how good you felt around her. You were shaking in no time.

"Does it feel good, Princess?" She asked as she managed to dig her fingers deeper inside you making you grip onto her back more and trying to hold yourself onto the back of her sports bra.

"So good, Captain!" You moaned as you felt yourself leaning towards the edge that you needed to surpass. But as soon as the title slipped from your lips Carol withdrew her fingers and gazed at you in awe.

"What the hell Danvers?" You whined and tried to guide her hand back towards your heat but she was considerably stronger than you and didn't budge.

"Danvers? That's not what you just called me." She smirked making your face heat up. You had said it on pure impulse.

She starter to undo her jeans and pulled them down to reveal her sizeable strap  pointed at where you needed it most. You wrapped your legs around Carol's waist to try and pull her down but she still didn't move.

"Danvers." You huffed when she showed no signs of giving in.

"Adress me properly." She instructed as she lifted your chin with her fingers still glistening in your arousal.

"Please...Captain." You whimpered as you gazed pleasingly up at her.

Her eyes darkened even more and you became so lost in them you were even more caught off guard when the blonde snapped her hips forward.

The strap was filling you before you could object making you cry out and claw at Carol's skin. She grunted from the pain that made her abandon any previous idea of taking it easy on you at first. Instead, she started out with her ruthless pace that gave you no chance to adjust to the stretch.

"Captain!" You wailed when it slammed against the back of your pussy with brutal force. "Feels so good." You managed to moan as you could feel yourself drooling slightly on her shoulder.

"Fuck you're so tight. You like when your Captain stretches out your pussy?" Her pace never faulted as she spoke and if you had a clearer train of thought you would have been in awe of that.

"Yes, Captain! I love it." You moaned out.

"So the little nerd is really a whore, huh? Should'a known. I bet you think about this in class all the time. Imagining having your sweet pussy filled up and stretched for anyone. Fucking slut." You couldn't respond, too busy focusing on how you struggled to accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, hardly able to handle either never mind both.

"You can barely handle my cock and you're still desperate for more." She mocked as your hips bucked furiously.

Carol's continuous thrusts didn't help you accommodate it any easier and she knew it.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release and Carol could tell too. You started to clench around her and your breathing became more frantic until it stopped for the longest second of your life before your orgasm hit you.

You practically screamed into the air as you came undone on Carol's strap. This time when you desperatly clawed at the blonde's back she allowed you to bring her flat against you. Her exposed shoulder was right infront of your mouth and without any thought and only the aftershocks of your orgasm a second away you bit down harshly on her shoulder as you started to shake from head to toe beneath her.

Carol moaned loudly as you sunk your teeth in as much as you could and kept the strap buried deep inside you.

"Fuck, Princess. You got to lay off before I make you do that again." She panted from the sharp pain on her shoulder.

"Well then I'm gonna do it again." You whispered with a grin as you wrapped your legs around her waist again and gripped her hair to pull her in for another kiss.

*

Carol never did help you finish that project. But she did stay at your house for a fair few hours until your parents arrived home and you asked as nicely as you could if she could leave out of your window. You weren't sure how you would manage in an interrogation from your parents about the girl who had blown your back out.

It was late in the evening when you finally finished the project and it gave you very mixed feelings about the blonde.

You couldn't deny that she certainly had a way with that strap...and her fingers...and her tongue. Everything really. You were sure she must used every trick she had up her sleeve to make you feel the way she did.

Even when you woke up feeling drained and very sore you gleamed at the memories that couldn't stop replaying in your head.

But she never helped with the fucking project.

You had told Wanda what had happened that day because she was relentless in her questioning and knew something had happened. She had a shit eating grin on her face everytime she spotted the Captain around school and teased you about her all the time.

And yet you never actually spoke to Carol after that day. At first you wondered if it was because she was mad that you made her leave through the window, but you eventually reminded yourself that Carol Danvers didn't do girlfriends. You tried telling Wanda that too, insisting that nothing else would ever happen between you too, but the redhead's opinions wouldn't waver.

It had been a couple of weeks after Carol's visit to your house that she approached you again, definetly not in the best way.

You were walking home with your earphones in your ears, blasting music at a volume your mum would lecture you for when she slowed down to drive beside you.

You didn't notice her at first, too absorbed in the favourite song but almost jumped out of your skin when Carol called your name. Because someone driving up behind you and shouting your name when no one else is around isn't terrifying at all.

"Jesus, Danvers!" You yelped as you gripped your chest and took your earphones out. The blonde was laughing manically in the drivers seat as she struggled to motion for you to get in her car.

"Come on!" She finally called after you had tried to ignore her. You rolled your eyes and opened the car door when she stopped and got in the car, looking at her expectantly.

"You're welcome for your A* by the way." You grumbled.

"I'll make it up to you." Carol grinned, not making any effort to hide her intentions. You should have been mad at the fact she thought it would be that easy to have you again. But honestly? You had been craving what you had with Carol for a while and you didn't care that it could have been weeks before it happened again.

You didn't say anything back to her. Your focus was occupied by the road ahead of you and taking in your surroundings. You were well aware of the fact she was driving around aimlessly. When Carol went to try something else you stopped her.

"Pull over there." You nodded towards an empty car park and Carol doesn't need telling twice. She parked pretty far in and you barely waited for her to turn off the car before you were on her lap.

You kissed her desperately as you threaded your fingers into her soft hair and wasn't surprised to fell her recipocate with just as much need. You parted your lips for her tongue to meet yours and easily dominate the short lived battle.

You went to remove her shirt, not caring if there was anyone around but she stopped you with a chuckle.

"Get back there." She instructed. You complied without question and climbed into the more spacious part of the car as you felt Carol smack your ass.

You slumped down on the back seats and went to pull the blonde towards you but she smacked your hands away with an assertive look.

"Get on your knees." She said darkly. It didn't take much encouragement, your legs went weak from the mere command. You dropped down onto the floor and Carol smiled amused as she placed her legs on either side of you.

She unzipped her jeans as you watched in anticipation and saw her release the sizeable strap from its constraints. It was different from the one she had used the previous time, slightly longer.

"Do you want it, Princess?" She smirked as she saw your fixed gaze.

"Yes please, Captain." You muttered, hoping the overtly submissive display would get you what you wanted.

"Better get it ready then." She said simply as she leaned back against the seats. You froze for a moment when you realized what she was silently saying.

But with a hesitant inhale of breath you leaned forward to place your hands tentatively on her upper thighs to have some stability and lucked from the base of the strap to the tip while locking eyes with the blonde. Her smug smile grew as she watched you and brought her arms up to rest againt the back seats.

You sucked on the tip of the strap and timidly lowered yourself to take more, knowing you wouldn't be able to take much until your poor gag reflex kicked in.

You bobbed your head along the strap, each time managing to take more until you gagged quietly on the toy and went to withdraw, thinking that you had already done a good enough job and didn't need to take anymore. You weren't sure you even needed any prep.

But two strkng hands gripped either side of your head and lowered you back down.

"Come on, Princess. I know you can take more than that." She cooed condescendingly and ignored your more audible gags as she continued to roughly push you down.

Teers sprung to your eyes when the cock hit the back of your throat and you coughed around the toy. Carol didn't seem to care, instead she kept your head firmly in place when you painstakingly reached the base of the strap and choked loudly in protest.

"Fuck, such a slutty mouth." Carol mumbled as she soaked up the image of you drooling on her favourite strap. "You just needed a little help and now look at you, just meant for taking my cock in any of your holes." She groaned and finally lifted your head off of the toy.

As soon as you were parted Carol wiped the trails of saliva off your lips and chin with her thumb and sucked on it with a faint hum of approval.

She gripped your jaw and leant forward as you parted your lips enough for her to spit in your mouth. You moaned at the dirty act you never thought you would enjoy and eagerly complied when she told you to swallow.

"Come up here, Princess. Come and sit on your Captain's cock." You swiftly parted yourself from your drenched panties and straddled Carol's lap in your short skirt. The blonde bit her lip as she lifted the front of your skirt to see your wetness and guided you onto her strap.

You moaned lowly as you sunk yourself down on her strap. You gave your sensitive part a moment to adjust to the initial sting of the stretch and Carol's hands fell to your hips as she held your skirt to watch you.

"You take my cock so well, Princess." She praised as you lowered yourself more. You whimpered in response and gripped onto her back and buried your face in the crook of her neck as you pushed your body further. It was surprising how much comfort you got from the smell of Carol, but you were so overtaken with pleasure from the strap you didn't question it.

Soon, you had managed to push the remainder of the strap inside your soaking pussy and clinged onto the Captain like a lifeline as you started to rock your hips.

Once she could tell you were well acquainted with the strap size she thrust her hips up to meet your slowly building rhythm. You moaned louder against her as both of your paces picked up in sync and you rode Carol in earnest, gasping and moaning amongst incoherrent pleas for her to not stop.

"Captain." You moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my fucking cock." She instructed as she thrust up to meet your harder.

Carol's hands left your hips and held either side of your head to bring you back so she could see you clearly. She looked at you in...interest? Her brown eyes searching yours like she wanted to get inside your head and experience everything you were.

You came with a cry of her name as you stared back at Carol with watering eyes and felt your whole body go limp as you rode out your orgasm and whined when it became too much to have the strap inside you.

"You look so pretty when you cum." She whispered with a smile tugging at her lips and continued to gaze at your blissed face before lifting you off the strap. She sat you down next to her and your body slumped the moment she let go. You focused on steadying your breathing while Carol leaned into the front to retrieve something.

"You need to get home anytime soon?" She asked casually as she sat back and cleaned the strap with some wipes from the glove compartment.

"What?" You questioned, still very much in a daze from your high.

"We should go out." You paused and opened your eyes slowly to look at the focused Captain.

"Go out?"

"Yeah, get a drink or something. Or if we're quick we could make it to the cinema in time for Godzilla vs. King Kong." You stared at the blonde in complete confusion.

"Is that meant to be some kind of date?" You half joked. You really had no idea what she was meant to be asking. Carol didn't do girlfriends so it seemed simple to assume she wouldn't do dates.

"Depends on your answer." She grinned as she put the strap in the compartment and put her jeans back on. You paused again, wondering what game Carol was trying to play.

But you couldn't deny that a date with Carol could be a lot of fun. Her relaxed attitude to everything would be a refreshing change from everything you bottled up.

What the hell, sure. Maybe it'll give Wanda the balls to ask out Nat.

"Alright, Danvers. But you owe me a fucking donut."

[aurevoirblog-deactivated2023082]

Not Dark Yet

SingleMom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count 3.2K

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series inspired by MoM. This part doesn't have any spoilers for it.

You move into a new neighbourhood, you find yourself falling for the woman next door.

You buy your new house without thinking it through. It is perfect for a first time buyer, the realtor assures you. Good schools, friendly neighbours, quiet streets.

The problem is not the house. The problem is you. You live on your own. Suburbia is immediately lonelier than you expected. 

Your neighbours smile politely at you as you move in. They do not welcome you any further into their community. You know it’s intentional. You feel their assessing gaze; they can tell that you don’t fit. 

You work from home. You wanted to escape a boxy apartment, you wanted to have a spare room to write in. Suddenly, all that extra space feels unimportant. 

The housewives of your neighbourhood gather throughout the day like flocks of birds. Small clusters huddle by fence posts. They each wear different clothes, different hairstyles. Somehow, they all look the same.

You spend the first few days trying to ignore them as you go about your usual routine. Sometimes, you glance out and see that they are nodding towards your house. You are the subject of gossip, conjecture. 

Already, you begin to scroll through house listings online. You wonder how you could have made such a naive mistake.

Now that you’ve seen your neighbours, you are sure that this is not your neighbourhood.

—--------

You have not seen all your neighbours.

A week has passed. You are up very late, sitting in the spare bedroom turned makeshift office.The silent, empty street is reassuring as you try to finish an article for tomorrow’s deadline. 

She catches your eye. You stop typing. 

Her long, dark hair is haphazardly tied back. Her face is wan like the moonlight. She is dragging a heavy garbage bin out to the curb. She looks exhausted.

Her pyjamas only highlight the irony of her obvious tiredness. For a brief moment you wonder if she is sleep walking. 

She walks back to her house. She pauses on her porch step. She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it fall loose and long. Then, she reties it just as messily as before. She is startling beautiful. 

Before she reenters her house, the woman turns and looks up at your window. Your heart arrests when you see her small smile . You feel unsettled, as if she could sense you thinking about her.

She is ethereal, bathed in the dim light from her own porch. 

She goes back inside, closing the door softly behind her.

You take her cue and go to bed yourself. You can’t stop thinking about her smile.

—-------------

The next day has a different energy to it. You try not to stare out of the window. You try not to think about the woman. You speculate briefly that you might have invented some night time apparition. Then, you remember her eyes, how they took your breath away. You couldn’t have imagined her.

She does not join the flock of housewives during the day. You notice now that the group always face pointedly away from her house. Sometimes, they throw a scathing look behind them. You feel increasingly sure that she is not their friend. You like her more for it. 

The weekend arrives and her quiet house seems more awake. You hear kids playing in her backyard. 

You meet friends for a Saturday brunch. You drive back to the neighbourhood where you used to live. The drive feels too long. You feel out of the loop already, sitting quietly as your friends refer to a spontaneous get together that did not include you. You certainly don’t make up for your past absence today. You barely speak, picking at your food. Your friends keep up the conversation without you. 

You wonder at how being surrounded by people can make you feel so lonely.

You have been looking for excuses to leave your house ever since you moved in. Now, suddenly, you wish you were back home. 

You try not to think about her when you drive back to your house. You try not to hope that you will see her again.

Your timing is, for once, perfect.

—-

She is sitting on her front porch step, hands cupped casually around a large mug. Her eyes track two boys on bikes, racing each other enthusiastically down the street. Her hair is in a loose braid today.

She smiles at you as you drive past her house, turning into your driveway at a snail's pace. When you step out of the car, she nods her head familiarly, eyes locking momentarily with yours.

You can’t help yourself.

You walk over. Your heart races and you feel like a shy child again; palms clammy with nerves. 

Her smile is a little forced when she anticipates your approach. She smooths it away after a moment, her expression turning neutral and polite. 

You realise that she is bracing for a tiresome social situation. You realise that she does not want to talk to you. You feel desperately self conscious, unable to stop your feet moving forward.

You give an awkward wave when you are standing at the edge of her front yard. She lifts a hand from her mug and copies the action. Her fingers are unthinkingly precise. They catch your focus and you wonder at her delicacy, if she was a dancer in another life.

You press your hand to your chest, not knowing what else to do.

‘Y/N’ You introduce yourself. 

‘Wanda.’ She echoes, mirroring your gesture again. 

Closer to her now, you can see that weariness is etched in the light lines around her eyes. 

You pause unsurely. You don’t know what to say. 

You know instinctively that she doesn’t want small talk. You don’t want it either. 

You think her smile in the moonlight said more than any small talk could. Maybe that’s why you feel like you already know her.

Wanda’s gaze flickers briefly to her children and then it moves back to you. She doesn’t try to break the silence.

After a moment, her head tilts slightly and you feel like she's daring you to speak. You understand suddenly why the other housewives do not like her. 

You can’t help but smile. It is nice to not be the only outsider. 

‘Can I sit?’ You ask simply, nodding at the porch step.

A flurry of emotions swirl behind Wanda’s eyes. Surprise is the only one you recognise. 

In response, she moves wordlessly along the wooden step, leaving space for you. 

You sit down next to her. Heat crawls up your neck at your boldness and at her sudden proximity. 

You can hear her quiet breathing. Wanda ignores you, and you try to copy her actions. She sips her drink and stares out at the street. You lean your head against the railing and pretend to do the same. You watch her shoulders relax as you settle into the moment together. 

The near-silent introduction is unorthodox, to say the least. You can tell how much she likes it.

After ten minutes, Wanda clears her throat. 

‘That’s Tommy.’ She tells you, pointing at the faster boy on a bike. ‘And that’s Billy.’ She continues, moving to the boy in hot pursuit.

Billy catches his Mom’s pointing. His face lights up, and he waves back eagerly. You watch Wanda’s face soften, her fingers curling back around her mug. 

She takes a sip from her drink a moment later. Her expression twists into a grimace. 

‘It’s cold.’ She says as she stands up.

She pauses at her front door.

‘How do you like your coffee?’ She asks simply. 

—----------

When Wanda comes back out of the house, she is carrying two mugs. 

She has made your coffee just right.

—---------------

You leave when the boys come inside for their lunch. Chattering excitedly, they pause only to say hello to you. Wanda brightens immediately at their presence. 

Her eyes are filled with a warm kind of love. It is intense to see the sudden change in her countenance.

She shoots you an apologetic smile as you turn to leave. She touches your arm briefly in a silent goodbye. 

Her fingertips are still hot from the mug. They leave a phantom imprint on your skin. Her touch follows you back to your own house.

—----------------

You next see her the following night. 

Only two houses have their lights on after midnight. Yours and Wanda’s. 

You open your blinds when you sit down to write. You tell yourself that looking out onto the empty street helps you work. You think you might be lying to yourself. Wanda’s living room emits a soft golden glow. 

It is 2 am when her curtain twitches. Any focus you had on your work evaporates immediately. 

Wanda is sitting on her sofa, her TV is playing a sitcom rerun in the background. Her eyes are closed as she presses her temple against the cold window pane.

For a moment, you think that she is crying. Her pain seeps across the street and into your house. You turn away, trying to refocus on your work. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, filled with an icy fear. A wish to never feel like her. A wish to pretend that her sadness isn’t true.

You know that you can’t pretend. Neither can she.

A minute later, you close your laptop and turn back to the window.

Wanda is staring unseeingly out at her front lawn. Your chest feels heavy with her despondency.

You think of the way she smiled at her children; she is someone else now. 

She plays with the frayed edge of the curtain. 

—----

You startle when her eyes flicker upwards, catching you suddenly in her stare. You can tell that she is just as thrown by your presence.

Her eyes dart nervously, never quite landing on you. She leans back from the window, ready to shut the curtains again.

Unthinkingly, you lift your hand, acknowledging her with another awkward wave.

Wanda’s eyes soften. Her fingers hesitate at the edge of the curtain. After a moment, they lift lightly from the fabric and grant you a small wave in return. 

You stand up and hold two fingers in a silent request for her patience.

You hurry downstairs to your own living room. You turn on your television, switching to the same channel as Wanda. The same sitcom rerun crackles to life on the large screen.

You lift your blinds and look back across the street.

A smile stretches slowly across Wanda’s face as she realises what you have done. She adjusts herself to face you, propping her chin on her hand.

Her eyes track your television through the window. Your eyes track her instead. You let your chin rest against the back of your sofa.

You think that she seems to be speaking to herself. Your head tilts automatically as you try to read her lips. After a moment, you realise that she is mouthing the lines along with the actors. 

Your sudden grin is too bright for the darkness. Wanda’s eyes flicker to you and she ducks her head in self conscious acknowledgment. 

Exhaustion hits you not longer after. Reluctantly, you turn away from the window, settling down on your own sofa. 

You should feel uncomfortable, knowing that she is looking in. Instead, it feels reassuring. You have never felt less alone. 

Slowly, you succumb to the heaviness of your eyelids and the certainty that Wanda’s company is something you only want more of.

—----

You dream about the sadness that is embedded in her eyes, even when she smiles.

—-----------

The morning sun wakes you only a few hours later. You cringe at the painful brightness as you move instinctively to close the blinds. 

Wanda’s sons are sitting with her in the front room now, both bleary eyed and in their pyjamas. They are eating bowls of cereal, captivated by the morning cartoons playing on the TV.

Your eyes sting painfully with lack of sleep. You wonder how Wanda is functioning at all. 

You nap away the rest of the morning.

You wake properly at 11, filled with a new resolve.

You don’t give yourself the time to chicken out. 

Before you know it, you are walking across the street. You climb Wanda’s porch steps and knock on her door. 

Wanda’s guarded expression slips away when she realises it’s you. Her shoulders slump with a barely repressed exhaustion. She sighs quietly and gives you a tired smile. 

You realise that you want to take another step forward. You want to hug her. 

Wanda rests her head against her door as she waits for you to speak. The soft gesture brings another rush of affection from you. You try to ignore the shaky feeling in your chest.

‘Hi.’ You begin, clearing your throat. 

Wanda gives you her familiar wave. You feel uncomfortably warm as your gaze accidentally lingers on her fingers.

‘Do you want to get coffee?’ You ask in a strangled voice. 

Again, you get the impression that you have surprised her. Wanda straightens and she regards you thoughtfully. 

‘You want to go out?’ She checks and you nod in response.

Indecision flickers across Wanda’s face. She looks behind her at the mountain of laundry, piled at the foot of the stairs.

‘I need to change.’ Wanda tells you determinedly, a moment later. You glance down at her plaid pyjama pants and try not to blush. You nod again, moving to wait in the entryway as she flits up the stairs. 

Wanda returns quickly. She seems harried, nervous in a way that you haven’t seen before. She smooths her clothes unnecessarily. Her hair is tied back and it makes her look younger. So does her oversized green plaid shirt. 

She is unassumingly beautiful. It arrests your heart like the first time you saw her.

She catches your lingering stare whilst she descends the stairs. 

When she is standing close to you, Wanda looks self consciously down at her outfit. 

‘I haven’t gone out much since my husband died.’ She confesses, pushing up the large sleeves of her shirt.

Her words reverberate inside you. Her eyes meet yours and all the air leaves the room. 

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what to do. You grab her hand and squeeze it suddenly.

‘You look good.’ You tell her, hoping it is enough.

—-------

You walk outside together, instinctively in step as you walk over to your car.

The drive to the coffee shop happens in silence. Wanda’s fingers tap against her leg. 

The barista takes your order and you find a seat together by the window. A window seat is meaningless, there is nothing to look at. The coffee shop faces onto its own parking lot. 

Wanda watches the outside world anyway, sipping her coffee. You are patient, letting the ambient music fill your mind for a moment. You need the coffee almost as much as Wanda does. Every time she brings the mug to her lips, her eyes close in a momentary expression of bliss.

You think that she is perfect. 

Pale, weary and grieving. Your heart tugs with a feeling it cannot help.

‘You really liked that TV show last night.’ You comment randomly when Wanda finally puts her mug down. 

‘I love American sitcoms.’ She tells you simply, with a nostalgic smile. 

‘You’re not from here?’ You ask, curious at the phrasing of her answer. Your mouth widens in embarrassment when you realise your clumsy question. 

Wanda laughs once. The sound sends a shiver down your spine.

‘No.’ She tells you. ‘I’m from Sokovia.’

She watches you expectantly, waiting for you to do the math in your head. To calculate that she was a child during the war there. She is right, you count back the years automatically.

‘That must have been hard.’ You say carefully. 

Wanda’s eyes flash with sadness. In that moment, you are certain that her grief has never settled.

‘I have lost my whole family.’ She tells you in a tight voice. You don’t have time to speak before she shakes her head.

‘I have my boys.’ She corrects herself immediately.

‘You do.’ You agree softly. You remember Billy’s eager wave at his mother. You realise that he has likely lost his father. Your heart twists with sympathy for something that you can’t fathom.

‘What are they like?’ You ask instead. 

Wanda takes a breath and then you watch a miracle happen. 

Her words flow suddenly and easily. Her stories make you sure that she is as much their best friend as their mother. 

Her fingers dance in front of her as she gestures unthinkingly, painting vivid stories from their childhood. 

Her voice is like water and you feel it rushing over your skin. 

For the next twenty minutes, you watch Wanda’s heart open in front of you. You are captivated. 

When the barista comes to take your empty mugs, Wanda remembers herself. She smiles at you self consciously. Her face relaxes as she reads your expression. 

She reaches across the table, She covers your hand with her own.

‘Thank you.’ She says. ‘This was nice.’ 

You know she is telling the truth. 

Your shoulders brush as you walk back to your car. 

Wanda tilts her head back against the car seat as you pull out of the parking space. The easy silence between you brings a rich comfort.

You next look over when you hit a red light. Wanda’s eyes are closed. Her breathing is even.

You take the longer route back, letting her sleep.

Your mind is reeling. Your heart is not your own.

—----------------------------

Your car creeps into your driveway. You know that you have to wake her. You feel guilty at the thought. Wanda has turned away from you in her sleep. 

‘Wanda.’ You try gently as you reach out and touch her hand.

The flash of red light is instantaneous.

Despite your seat belt, you are thrown against the car door. Your body makes a harsh thud against it.

Wanda’s eyes are turned toward you now. They are glowing red. 

A scream builds in your throat. Red energy is emitting from her, like some kind of radiation.

You scramble panickedly to unclick your seatbelt and escape the car.

It is the slamming of your car door that brings Wanda back to herself. 

She blinks her eyes back to green as she looks around in confusion. You can tell that she does not recognise your car.

She notices you at last, backing away from her in fear. You freeze, waiting to see what she will do. A voice in your head tells you to run. 

You feel sure that there would be no point. 

Wanda looks down at her hands as if they are stained. A tear slides slowly down her cheek. All at once, she seems human again.

You are still scared when she opens the car door.

‘I fell asleep.’ She says and her voice cracks.

You don’t remember how to speak. 

‘I’m sorry.’ Wanda whispers and another tear falls down her cheek. She hurries back across the street, arms wrapped tightly around her chest.

TBC.

Tagging:

 @whofan88 @lostandsearching @causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo @xxromanoffxx @b-5by5 @peggycarter-steverogers @iblameitonclint @natasha-danvers @reminiscingtonight @mindofwesley @blackxwidowsxwife @wandaromanova @wandavixen @peabrain112 @theperfectlovestory @wellsayhelloaagin @owloftheshadows​ @wickedmuses​ @strangegardentaco​ @hallecarey1​ @marvels-writings​ @alexzz13​ @ic-4u​ @007giuliastonem​ @natashabelovas​ @iliketozoneout​ @chasethemoon​ @p0orbaby​ @tastetherambeau​ @rightwereyouleftme​ @wouldirunofftheworldsomeday​ @whataloadof​ @fxckmiup​ @333hhm @women-am-i-right @pleasantbearscissorstoad @blackwidow-3 @nowthisisliving27 @wandastan-2 @sayah13

[themidnightcrimson]

Whorehouse. | w. maximoff series

summary: in which wanda, in a state of grief and hopelessness, ventures to find sexual connection in her time of need, but ends up finding much, much more with you.

warning: this series is for 18+ only. it contains strong elements of smut, angst, and dubcon. read at your own discretion.

part 1.

part 2. (5/14/22)

part 3. (5/17/22)

[doesntseemfxir]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑

𓆩♡𓆪 angel!Wanda Maximoff x demon!reader

It was a simple rule for both species: stay away from the Frays and never let one of Them talk to you. But Wanda caught your eye the moment she'd poked her head curiously through a cloud; she was perfect in every way, beautiful and sweet as the flowers you'd caught her plucking from the grounds.

Demons were notoriously greedy creatures, selfish and relentless... but nothing was as insatiable as one obsessed with another being.

Back at it again with a dark AU so as always, 18+ only to interact please and thank you! This one is heavy on the corruption and innocence kinks with heavy manipulation, some gaslighting and stuff of that sort. Please read all the trigger warnings for each chapter as they'll be a mix of fluff, smut, and the occasional angst.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔 // 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅

𓆩♡𓆪 found

𓆩♡𓆪 dulcis

𓆩♡𓆪 amica

[lesbesapphic]

Gold Rush - Masterlist

Pairing - WandaNat x You

Summary - You have been with Natasha in a sugar baby contract for almost a year now. What happens when Natasha introduced her perfect girlfriend Wanda. You were bound to hate her. Considering how strict Wanda was compared to Natasha's laid-back style. What happens when Wanda joins Natasha for a session with you?

Warning - 18+ (individual warnings for each chapter in every part, some are just fluff too)

--------------

Series

Part 1 Gold Rush

Part 2 After Glow

Prequel

Part 1 Rules To Remember

Part 2 Rules To Remember 2

----------------

Headcanons

Dynamic

---------------

Blurbs and Drabbles

There is not any specific order to read it. They are just everyday adventure of Reader as the precious Sugar Baby of WandaNat.

Cuddles

Christmas Blessings

Permanent

Insecurities

Insecurities pt2

Christmas Gift

Nightmare (it's more like a chapter)

Thunderstorm (it's more like a chapter)

Meeting Wanda

-------------

Some little drabbles could be find under the '#Gold Rush AU ask' in my blog (attaching one of them in the post so you all can find the rest under the hashtag)

1

--------------------------------

A/N- Thank you so much everyone for all the love you all showed this series and this blog. 💕 It was my first AU here and will always be close to my heart. Really grateful for every single comment and reblog on this AU. Thank you again for being on this journey.

There are more adventures I am working on right now and will keep on adding it here. Enjoy!! ✨

[8bitscarlet]

Wanda Maximoff Masterlists

Fluff One Shots

Angst One Shots

Smut One Shots

Accidentally On Purpose

I Hear A Symphony

The Family Christmas

Put Your Head On My Shoulder (in progress- first chapter only)

[smalls-words]

Beauty and the Beast

Summary: You nor Wanda wanted to be in the same room together, let along work together. But maybe a little bit of fake dating, endangerment of Wanda’s life and a secret withheld in your tricky little mind will make fate play your cards juuuuust right. 

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Werewolf!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Yelena Belova x Reader (platonic), Clint Barton x Reader (platonic), mentions of other Avengers.

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: Sprinkled a bit of enemies to lovers + fake dating, a few swear words, overuse of scent and smells, a/b/o dynamics (literally Alpha and Betas fighting you, also a Beta), mention of stealing Wanda and doing werewolf shit with her against her will, blood, descriptions of death. I think that’s it, pls let me know if there’s more I should add.

Requested: yes/NO

Words: 4,967

A/N: This is the first installment of the Disney Princess Inspired Works, starting off with my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE. Could literally watch both the animation and the live action over and over again and not get bored 😁 Have fun reading! (I know I had fun writing it)

*gif not mine*

Keep reading