(Some F/F after almost two weeks straight of just slash.)
Wanda and Natasha were on their way back to their cabin after Wanda’s first successful undercover mission. She was giddy with excitement. The energy racing through her so boundless it made her float mid-step every few meters.
“You did good, but the mission isn’t quite over yet.” Wanda could hear the smile in Natasha’s voice even though she was walking behind her.
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“What’s there left to do? Shield took the guy into custody, and they found all the Hydra tech he was trying to sell, right?” Wanda twirled around to look at Natasha, just the tips of her toes touching the ground.
“Right,” Natasha inclined her head, “but we still have to make sure our extraction is as discreet as possible.” The smile that curled around her lips betrayed Natasha’s intentions.
“Oh, that’s the reason we’re staying at the cabin another night? No other reasons?” Natasha smiled outright at that question. She caught up to Wanda and put her arms around her shoulders.
“Well, maybe I was hoping we could enjoy a bit of privacy for tonight.” She pecked a kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Just—” another quick kiss, this time to her right cheek “—the two—” left cheek “—of us.” Then another to Wanda’s lips.
Wanda’s cheeks were aching with how wide she was smiling. Her hands had been resting on Natasha’s waist, but now she brought them further around to pull Natasha closer. She kissed her, open-mouthed, silently thanking her for the gift of a night away from the Avengers tower.
Natasha’s hands dropped from Wanda’s face and settled on her hips. First, to keep her grounded, but finally Natasha just helped Wanda wrap her legs around her waist. Wanda had gained some weight in the months since her and Natasha had become a couple. “Happy relationship weight,” Tony had teased, but with her magic lifting most of it Natasha could hold her up easily.
“As much as I’m enjoying this. I think we should get to the cabin before it gets dark.” Natasha whispered against Wanda’s lips. She laughed and jumped down, still light-footed, but most of the nervous adrenaline high had drained out of her. Now it was just the familiar fluttering in her stomach whenever she was around Natasha, and she slipped her hand into Natasha’s.
They made it back in record time. Even though Wanda tried to steal kisses from Natasha the entire time. The sun still hadn’t disappeared completely. The last few rays of light drew them to the little private beach behind the cabin. Wanda carried a huge blanket under her arm. While Natasha gathered some firewood to take down to the firepit in the sand. She’d been talking about having a bonfire night the entire time they’d stayed here, but tonight was the first night they would be sitting by a fire.
Just when it was getting cool enough that goose bumps spread on Wanda’s skin the fire roared to life. Natasha’s capable hands poking at the logs to make sure they’d burn evenly. When she was satisfied, she finally sat down next to Wanda. Her entire side pressed into Wanda’s skin, her fingers drawing intricate patterns on her thick thighs.
Wanda bent her legs to keep them from spreading out so wide. Natasha seemed to notice, but she didn’t push the issue directly. Instead opting for kissing her way up Wanda’s neck. Then biting at the softness that had settled under her chin. Wanda couldn’t help but close her eyes and tilt her head back.
“God, you’re so pretty.” Natasha breathed into her ear. Latching onto that delicate spot just underneath. Warmth burst out from the spot Natasha’s mouth was working over.
“Let’s go swimming.” Wanda was caught off guard by Natasha’s sudden suggestion but let herself be pulled up easily.
“The water will be cold.” She tried to pull Natasha back into a kiss, but she was already busy taking off her clothes.
“No way to know unless we test it, but the sun has been heating it up the entire past week. You said you wanted to go swimming at least once.” Wanda laughed.
“You remember that? I didn’t even bring a bikini.”
“Me neither.” Natasha said as she unclipped her bra and pushed her panties down. She seemed completely unfazed to be standing completely naked outside. Wanda worried at her bottom lip and took a step away from the water.
“No, no. I don’t know.” She crossed her arms over her chest. A heavy weight pulling her down towards the ground.
Natasha came walking up the beach again to where Wanda was standing. Adoration clear on her face and Wanda’s arms fell to her side.
“It’s just me here.” Natasha’s settled her hands on Wanda’s hips. Thumbs rubbing circles into her sides, then her bare skin. “And I think you’re absolutely beautiful.”
Wanda ducked her head, but she let Natasha pull off her shirt. When she looked down her frame seemed even wider next to Natasha’s smaller figure. The waistband of her shorts was digging into her sides slightly and made the fat there even more pronounced.
“When I get to touch you here—” Natasha ghosted her fingers across Wanda’s belly “—it reminds me that life doesn’t just mean hardships and violence. I also get so enjoy this. Something soft and lovely and all mine.”
Natasha let her head fall against Wanda, shoulder’s sagging, but her hands still stroking over the puffy fat on Wanda’s belly. Wanda swallowed around a lump in her throat and nodded her head, barely trusting herself to croak out an “ok.”
Natasha’s hands dipped lower, big circles over her wider hips and finally popped the buttons on her shorts. When cool air finally skimmed over Wanda’s bare skin, they stayed intertwined for a moment longer. Wanda felt Natasha’s muscles tense before she saw Natasha move up for quick kiss. Then she was running towards the dark water, laughing.
*surprisingly sober Yelena holding up a very drunk Y/n, bursting into the living room*
Y/n, slurring her words: I am proud to tell y'all that I took a job as the head of Old McDonald's farm!
*everyone got confused then looked at Yelena who is trying to hold her laugh in*
Nat to Yelena, rushing up to get Y/n: what the hell happened to "i will not let your wife get drunk"?? you know how low her alcohol tolerance is!
Yelena: well I was trying to stop her from drinking and I have no idea how she kept on having drinks in her hands. I went to pay for our drinks for a damn minute, and when I looked back, she's gone--
Nat, cutting her sister off, worried: YOU LOST HER?!
Yelena, with a defensive tone: ...then.... I found her talking to a McDonald's mannequin.
Y/n, proudly: and he told me that i'm the CIEIO!
*everyone bursts into laughter including Natasha who is still a little worried about her drunken wife*
Yelena: see, she's fiiiine! plus, your wife is even fun to be with when she's drunk.
Nat, sighs and picks up her wife bridal style: whatever... c'mon love, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.
Y/n, giggling: you're the best wife ever *snuggles on Nat's neck and falls asleep immediately*
A New Beginning: Wanda finds safety in you. Love can be found in safety.
Baked With Love: When Wanda moves into town with her twins, she looks for a job. She finds a bookstore that doubles as a bakery and the owner changes her life.
Bookstore Girl: For years now, you’ve owned and operated an independent bookstore in town. You know all of your regular customers well, so when there is a new family in town you are sure to notice.
Forevermore: You take Wanda on a drive and listen to reputation
I Love You Wanda Maximoff: A soft morning with Wanda leads to saying “I love you” for the first time
I'll Be Home for Christmas : Some domestic fluff and bit of angst. Reader is married to Wanda. Featuring our favorite twins, Billy and Tommy.
Home: Sequel to I'll Be Home for Christmas.
Love Me How?: Wanda and Reader were friends and teammates before the blip, but when the final battle is over they do not see each other again until after Westview.
Love You Through It: Wanda is upset after a mission and you comfort her
Perfect Cookies: You, Wanda, and the twins bake holiday cookies together
Thank You for Loving Me: You propose to Wanda.
Timing Is Everything, Isn’t It?: Wanda soothes your doubts about love.
Welcome to the Team: You are fighting against the Avengers and you meet a certain redhead who changes your life for the better. (Prequel to Timing Is Everything, Isn’t It?)
Scavenger Hunt: With the help of the boys, Wanda makes your Saturday the best one of all time
Truth Be Told: You and Wanda get assigned on a mission together, and you dread it because you think she hates you. It turns out that might not be so true.
We’re Going To Be Parents: You come early from a mission to receive some great news from your wife.
Comfort:
Breath of Fresh Air: You make Wanda feel better after a bad day just by being you
Put Yourself First: When you get home from work, you have an important conversation with your wife.
Smut:
Cowgirls Help One Another: You are yearning for a chance to get to know the farmer’s daughter *smut*
Familiarity: Wanda is living her best sitcom life in Westview until you show up. It’s up to you to help her remember her old life *smut*
Stopping the Elevator: Love confessions lead to more. *
Milf Wanda:
Devout: You meet Wanda Maximoff at church and she later approaches you with a special request that you just can’t refuse *smut*
Five Minutes: You’re jealous, Wanda is jealous. The end result is one very intense break from the volleyball games
Forgetfulness: While dealing with a breakup, you go to the Maximoff house to babysit without remembering you didn’t have to go this week. Wanda comforts you and makes your visit worth your while. *smut*
The Meeting: When you meet a fellow mom at the PTO meeting, you soon realize just how much love she needs *smut*
The Sweetest Con: When you are put in charge of the volleyball team, you have a very interesting set of interactions with a mother at the church *smut*
The Mystery Woman Series:
The Mystery Woman: Wanda attends a meeting with her children’s teacher. It turns out she just might have met you before. *
So Much For Just Being Friends: Part 2 of The Mystery Woman. *
Jealousy, Jealousy: Part 3 of The Mystery Woman. *
Discovery: Part 4 of The Mystery Woman.
The Gala: Part 5 of The Mystery Woman. *
Becoming Family: Final part of The Mystery Woman. *
Our Forever: An extra something.
Anniversary Dinner: You and Wanda celebrate your wedding anniversary. *
Summer Day: You and Wanda enjoy a summer day with your kids and friends
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Platonic:
Can I Call You Max? : Prequel to Wanda Wavelength
Wanda Wavelength : Holiday comfort!
Surprise Birthday: You don’t typically like your birthday or even celebrate it, but your teammates make it very special this year (platonic)
When you are put in charge of the volleyball team, you have a very interesting set of interactions with a mother at the church
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering, etc.
Note: Milf Wanda hehe. This is inspired by Lizzie in the Love and Death trailer. Enjoy!
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When you were asked to spearhead the volleyball league, you accepted immediately. You’d been looking for a way to get more involved and volleyball was the perfect inlet.
The first few practices went well. You had a good amount of players, but there was one player in particular that caught your eye.
Wanda Maximoff. The gorgeous woman is an absolute born athlete. She’s captivating as she makes perfect passes and hits like she’s been doing it her whole life.
After practice today, you decide to ask Wanda to stay afterwards.
“What’s up, coach?” She says the last word with a silly grin on her face.
“I’m assuming you grew up playing ball,” you say.
She nods. “I played at the middle and high school’s here, yes.”
“Me too. I’m surprised coach never talked about you.”
“Oh, well I am a bit older than you, honey,” Wanda says. The term makes your heart skip a beat.
“Right, yeah,” you agree, feeling a little flustered as you watch her take a drink of water.
You should not be watching the way her neck looks as she sips the water.
“I have to be getting home to my kids. I’ll see you next week?” Wanda asks.
“See you next week, Wanda.”
You watch as the woman walks away. Her shorts hug her just right and you internally scold yourself for checking her out in a church. And you’re pretty sure she’s married.
The next week does nothing to ease your crush. One of the players can’t make it, so you sub in and scrimmage with the team.
Wanda remains the captain of the A team and you let her do her thing.
It’s down to set point when you and Wanda both go for a ball. You both dive onto the floor and collide with each other. Wanda ends up underneath you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Wanda,” you tell her. Her arms are pinned to her side and your entire lower bodies are touching. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she says with a chuckle. Her eyes seemingly glance to where your breasts rest over her.
You stand up and hold a hand out for her to take. She takes it and you lift her off the ground. Wanda smiles at you before she returns to her position.
Your team wins the scrimmage and everyone cheers.
Wanda calls after you before you can leave the gym. “I’m having everyone over to my house if you want to come,” she tells you. “It’s a Bible study slash team get together.”
You’re proud of the way the team is bonding.
“I’m there,” you tell her. “I just need to get changed.”
“Alrighty. It’s casual,” she says. “We’ll see you there.”
You go home and get ready for Wanda’s get together. Thinking about her calling it casual, you slip on some pants and a button up shirt. Maybe you leave one extra button than you should undone.
When you get to Wanda’s house, there are people in the yard throwing a football around and you notice her husband grilling.
“Y/n, glad you made it!” Another player, Monica, greets you.
“Hey y’all,” you greet everyone.
You walk inside to greet everyone else and that’s when you see Wanda in the kitchen. She’s hard at work, but when she sees you she stops in her tracks.
“Hey Wanda,” you say. Her eyes fall directly to the open buttons of your shirt.
“Nice to see you,” she comes back to reality to say.
“Do you need any help?”
“You can help Natasha grab the ice,” Wanda says. You nod.
You see the redhead waiting by the door for you to join her. Natasha leads you outside and you two spark up a conversation.
You like Natasha. She’s not like the other stuffy church members and you’re pretty sure she’s dating her friend Maria.
For most of the evening, Wanda is running around and doing her host duties. Before you leave though, you decide to go find her and say your thanks for the invite.
You find her inside tucking her sons in. Respecting her space, you stand in the hallway a few steps from the bedroom. But Wanda knows you’re there.
She kisses her boys goodnight and comes into the hallway.
“Hey, sorry I just wanted to say thank you for the invite,” you say quietly.
She takes your hand and pulls you into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Wanda sits on the edge of her bed and invites you to join her. You sit a respectable distance away from her.
“I’m glad you came,” Wanda says.
“Of course, yeah. I wish we could’ve talked more tonight,” you admit.
“Me too, y/n. I’d really like to get to know you better.”
She looks you over again and you feel a chill up and down your spine. Wanda scoots a little closer. Your eyes glance down to her lips.
“I’ll see you next week, Wanda,” you break the silence, knowing this is nothing but a bad idea.
“Yeah, okay,” Wanda says, a slight pout to her voice.
You leave her there in the bedroom and go back home. For the entirety of the next week, you think about how Wanda seemed disappointed that you ended that moment at the get together.
Wanda shows up early for practice this week. You’re sitting in your makeshift office when Wanda comes through the gym doors.
“Hey, I’m in here,” you call out to her.
“Hey, I was just going to hit the ball around a bit before practice.” She stands at your office door.
“Okay, great,” you say. But she doesn’t move. “Is everything okay, Wanda?”
“Yes,” Wanda says, but then she steps in and shuts the door behind her. “No.”
“No? If this is something with the team, we can talk about-“
“It’s something with you, actually,” Wanda says.
“Oh.”
Wanda walks to your side of the desk and leans against it. You look up at her from your chair. Her legs threaten to cloud your mind completely as they flex against the desk.
“Do you like me?” Wanda asks, her lips are turned into a pout.
“Of course I like you, Wanda,” you say nervously. “We’re friends.”
“No, not like that,” she says.
“Like what then?”
“Forget it,” Wanda mumbles.
She tries to leave, but you stand up and grab her hand. Turning her around, you pull her close but stop inches from her lips.
“Tell me you want this,” you say to her.
“I want this so bad,” Wanda says. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.”
You take her face in your hands and kiss her soft lips. Her hands pull you closer with one on your hip and one on your neck.
Wanda turns her head to deepen the kiss and you allow her to take control. She kisses you until you’re both breathless.
“Fuck, I’ve never done that before,” Wanda says.
“Kissed a woman?” You ask. She hums in agreement and kisses you again. “So you definitely haven’t been fucked by a woman?”
“No,” she says against your lips.
“And you’d like to?”
“God yes,” Wanda says.
You smirk against her lips and move your hands under her shirt. She gasps as you take the material over her head. You kiss her neck and she moans when you bite her softly.
“Harder,” she says.
You take her instructions and bite her harder as you slip your hands down her stomach to her waistband. Slipping off her shorts, you admire her lacy panties.
“Fuck Wanda, you’re not such an innocent church girl are you?” You say. Her knees buckle, but you hold her up.
“Please fuck me,” Wanda says.
You slip off her sports bra and her panties. When your lips go to her nipples, you can tell she hasn’t felt this sensation before.
“Oh god,” Wanda moans out as your tongue circles her nipples.
You slip your hand down to her center to be met with her wet folds.
“All of this is for me?” You ask her.
“Yes, honey, yes,” Wanda says.
“You’re so wet, Wanda. Does fucking me here turn you on that much?”
Wanda nods and her eyes close in pleasure as you slip your finger into her.
“Fuck you take it so well, Wanda.”
Her head falls onto your shoulder as you add a couple more fingers and slip in and out just as she needs.
“God, this feels so good,” Wanda moans against you. She lifts her head to look you in the eyes. Her mouth is parted slightly and you kiss her perfect lips.
“Come for me, Wanda,” you tell her. She keeps the eye contact as her hips shake and she lets out the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard. “Good girl.”
It’s quiet as Wanda comes down from her high. You kiss her neck and cheeks as her breathing resumes.
“You gotta get dressed, babe,” you tell her, noticing the time.
“But you didn’t-“
“We can finish this later,” you say. You hold her cheeks in your hand and admire the way she’s so flushed. “We have to practice right now.”
“I wanted to make you feel this good,” Wanda says. “Or at least try.” She adds shyly.
“Oh you could definitely make me feel good, Wanda. You already have,” you tell her. She smiles. “But I’m perfectly fine with pleasing you first.”
“Oh, okay,” she says. You can tell she’s not been told that before.
You kiss her deeply and she chases after your lips even once you’ve pulled away. Reluctantly, she gets dressed. But before she leaves your office, you pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead.
“Do you have plans after practice?” You ask her.
“I do now,” Wanda says with a smirk.
She takes the initiative to kiss you this time before she straightens her shirt and walks out of your office.
Wanda Maximoff is definitely your standout player and the woman you can’t help but be captivated by.
Summary: Y/n tries to figure out why Natasha has been tired lately.
A/n: Sorry, long fic. Don’t know how to do the KEEP READING link thing, if someone wants to explain how to do that.
Note: I did have other parts for this, but I wasn’t really happy with them and decided to keep this as a one shot. Sorry.
It all started because of a mission that you and Natasha went on. The mission was for you and her to steal intel from some high ranking Hydra official at some event in Germany. Natasha’s job was to flirt with him while you pose as a waitress and steal the information while he was distracted. It went off without a hitch, and you were able to escape without any red flags.
The plan was to reach a safe house in Italy, where you would wait for an extraction the next day. The safe house was actually a hotel room that Clint booked, so it shouldn’t have surprised you when Natasha pulled the car in front of a ratty building that looked like it has seen better days.
After Natasha got the room key, she lead you to your room only to stop short once she opened the door. You almost bumped into her but were able to catch yourself. Confused, you looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. The room was pretty small. It had a queen sized bed pushed into the corner and a beat up couch placed in front of a small box tv.
You looked over at Nat to see that she looked unfocused. Raising a brow, you ask, “What up, Nat?”
It was like your voice woke her from a trance as she blinked back to focus and marched into the room.
“I’ll take the couch,” Nat said, plopping her bag onto the arm of the couch.
You did a double-take at the 180, but then your mind caught up to what she said.
“Wait, what?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice. Stepping into the room and closing the door behind you, you threw your stuff on the bed before standing in front of her.
“You can take the bed, and I’ll take the couch.” Nat said as if it were obvious.
You scrunched you face. “Don’t be silly, Nat. We can both fit on the bed.” You point out.
“Yeah, but it’s been a tough mission, and I figured you might need the rest.”
You raise a brow at that. Even though it was a simple mission, it was taxing. Just by looking at her, you could tell she looked as exhausted as you felt. You also knew that she hasn’t been getting enough sleep for awhile now. It hasn’t affected her performance on missions, but you were trained enough to see the little bags under her eyes even if they were barely noticeable and how she avoided big group activities that weren’t training related.
You knew sleeping on the couch would just make it worse, so you had to try your best to convince her to share the bed. “And you don’t?”
Natasha tilted her head to the side and crossed her as she studied you. “I’ve slept in worse places.” She countered easily.
You both knew you were in a challenge of some kind now. Natasha was stubborn, but you would fight the best way you knew how.
Humor.
“Come on! We could snuggle.” You wiggle you eyebrows with a cheeky grin.
Summary: Natasha’s sick and injured, making for one troublesome patient.
Thank you to @goldenempyrean for helping me with the idea!
Natasha doesn't ever think she'd ever been so miserable. There was a persistent ache in her leg that had been there since early this morning, and if anyone asks, she'd blame it on sleeping wrong but she knew deep down it was from falling several feet after a mission gone wrong. It was a mistake anyone could have made, and rationally, Natasha knows this, but she couldn't help but blame herself for not paying enough attention.
She'd released her widow bite a little too late, and it had sent her plummeting nearly thirty feet to the ground. She’d landed on her feet, but that didn’t seem to matter to her now bruised ankle -and ego.
That, and because of her 'stubbornness' as you would say, she'd adamantly refused to call you to take her home, and as a result of that she'd ended up walking the half an hour journey home in the pouring rain.
By time she pushes open the front door, she was in more pain than she’d ever admit along with being dripping wet. When she see’s you staring at her in shock from your place on the couch, eyes wide with concern, she immediately forces a smile onto her face.
She was absolutely fine. There was no need to worry you.
"What in the world happened?" You ask as you bookmark your place in your book before setting it down onto the coffee table, rising to your feet and heading over to the dripping wet read head.
Natasha glances up at you, "Its raining?” was all she offers, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise as you reach out to tug on the wet material of her hoodie. At the silent implication, Natasha raises her arms, allowing you to tug the item of clothing off of her body.
"I'd never have known," you tease, and Natasha smirks slightly as she reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck. You trail your hands down her back as you gently place your lips against her own, and you feel the soft sigh Natasha emits as she pulls away. "Go get a hot shower before you get sick." You softly pat her behind as you pull her damp body away from you.
Natasha rolls her eyes with an almost knowing grin in her face. “I'm Russian, I don't get sick." She calls over her shoulder as she walks as casually as she could towards the bathroom, making sure you were completely out of sight before allowing the pained expression to slip back onto her features.
As she turns on the shower and allows the water to heat up, she sits herself down onto the closed toilet seat and tentatively pulls off her sock. She winces slightly at the sight that greets her. Her foot was twice the size it should be, and the bruising was already taking on a dark purple colour. She downs some Tylenol and makes a mental note to ice it once you were asleep.
She doesn't like to hide her injuries from you, but when they were no barely more than a bruise -such as this was- she doesn't feel the need to worry you unnecessarily. She'll be fine in a few days, and she could forget it ever happened.
It takes about twenty minutes before Natasha returns to the living room adorned in one of your hoodies and a pair of comfortable cottons shorts, the cute fluffy socks you'd gotten her completing her ensemble. She comes to stand behind you and wraps her arms around your waist.
You couldn't help but smile as you squeeze the hands resting on your stomach, "Hi baby. Nice shower? I'm making tomato soup and grilled cheese. It'll be ready in a few minutes."
Natasha tiptoes on her good foot and peeks over your shoulder. Her stomach instinctively grumbles at the creamy red tomatoey goodness. She gives your waist an affectionate squeeze as she pulls away. "Mhh, yummy. I'll go set the table."
"Thanks baby." You murmur somewhat distractedly as you take the soup off of the heat.
Natasha grabs the placemats and silverware and begins to lay the table. As she places down the final spoon, she swallows heavily as an unfamiliar itch arises in the back of her throat. Mhh. Maybe she was thirsty. She grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and downs at least half of it before sitting herself down at the table, just in time for you to set down to bowls of tomato along with small side plates of grilled cheese.
Before you could sit down, she reaches over and tugs on your shirt, and you couldn't help but smile fondly as you step in between her parted legs and bring your hands up to cup her cheeks. With her hands still clutching the shirt on either side of your waist, she tilts yer head up and cutely puckers her lips.
You chuckle slightly as you place your lips against her own in a gentle kiss. You sigh contently at the softness as the pads of your thumbs trail over the warm skin of her cheeks.
"Eat up baby. Before it gets cold." You murmur as you pull away, and Natasha smiles cutely as she releases her grip from around your shirt and picks up her spoon.
*
It felt like you had only been asleep for minutes before you were awoken by the faint sound of someone sniffling. It was so quiet had the room not been so silent you wouldn't have heard it. Your eyes blearily open for a second as you attempt to listen out for the sound again. There it was. Even quieter than before.
It takes you only a second to realise there was only one person it could be coming from, and you were immediately awake and sitting yourself up.
"Nat?" You murmur as your eyes strain to make her out through the darkness, reaching a hand out to touch her. It lands on what you think was her stomach, and you trail your hand up and down as you shift onto your elbow to get a better look at her. It looked as though she was still asleep, her head turned towards you. Her lips were parted, and you could hear the slightly hoarse breaths that escape through the small gap.
Was she...sick? No. She couldn't be, right? Natasha didn't get sick.
With a concerned frown, you lift your hand up to rest on her forehead. It meets scolding skin, and your stomach immediately sinks in realisation. She was sick. Fuck.
"Oh nat," you sigh in sympathy, bringing your hand down slightly to cup her cheek.
It was slightly clammy to the touch, and you knew that the excessive amount of blankets covering her body were not helping. Rain. Snow. Sun. No matter what the weather was Natasha had to have her blankets. You'd once gotten demoted to the couch once because you'd tried to steal one from her. Never again.
With a small frown, you tentatively grasp the top of her blankets an tug them down and off her body. With her clammy body exposed to the cold air, she immediately starts to tremble, and you pout in sympathy as you lay down down and tug her close to your chest.
She instinctively clings to you, a disgruntled expression appearing on her scrunched up, sleeping face. You sooth her quietly, your hand rising to cup the back of her head, fingers grazing lightly against her scalp.
You were so badly hoping she'd sleep whatever sickness this was off, but you had a funny feeling neither of you were that lucky.
When Natasha got sick -albeit as rare as it happens- she was always hit with it harder than the normal person. Her crappy immune system was to blame, and the casual cold for you was easily a chest infection for her. With the knowledge that you were in for a long few days, you close your eyes in a futile attempt at getting some sleep.
*
When you come to the next morning, the first thing you notice was the boiling hot furnace pressed against you. You pry your eyes open and were met with the sight of Natasha still snoozing away. Your hand instinctively rises to rest against her forehead, and you immediately knew her fever was worse than it was last night.
That's not even mentioning her sweat soaked clothes, and you grimace slightly as you sit yourself up on your elbow and press your lips against the top of her head.
"Nat? Nat, wake up baby." You murmur as you pull away, your hand steadily patting her back. Natasha coughs hoarsely as she stirs at your touch, and you brush a sweaty strand of hair out of her face as she rolls onto her back. Before you could even blink she was stifling two sneezes against the back of her hand.
"Bless you." You murmur, and Natasha simply groans with a wet sniffle.
Her nose was tinged red, her cheeks were flushed and eyes were glazed over in a fever induced haze. You pout softly as you cup her cheek, swiping your thumb over the warm skin for a short second before leaning down to kiss her burning forehead. She weakly clings to your shirt as you pull away, and you smile almost tenderly as you bring your hand down to rest on the soft curve of her waist.
"You're sick, my love." You tell her, and Natasha pouts softly as she reaches up to try and quell the itch in her nose. It fails. She sniffles softly before sneezing again, stifled against your shirt. You brush away the immediate apology that slips from her lips as you reach to grab a tissue from the box on the nightstand, pressing a soft kiss to her red nose before gently wiping away the boogers.
The flush that appears on her cheeks does not go unnoticed, but you refrain from saying anything to avoid embarrassing her. "I'm going to get you some medicine, and then you're going to sleep a little more, okay?"
"Huh'htschoo!" Was your response, and you couldn't help but chuckle slightly as you press one last kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. Several more sneezes fill your ears before you make it back to her, and you pout slightly at how pitifully exhausting they sound.
When you make it back to the bedroom with tissues, water and medicine, Natasha was sat up in bed with her hands covering her face, clad now in only a light T-shirt and underwear. You silently thank her for changing by herself and saving you a job.
"Htpschoo! Huh'htschoo! H'htschoo! Hptschoo!" She sneezes twice more after this, both stifled uncomfortably against her hands.
"Bless you, my love." You almost coo as you place the items down onto the nightstand, climbing onto the bed and resting your hand down onto her back.
"I...huh...I'm...n'huh...d'huh..huh'htschoo!" Her body jolts under your touch, and you couldn't help but wince at the throat scraping sound as you hand her a tissue. Natasha takes it with a congested sniffle, blowing her nose as hard as she could in a futile attempt at getting rid of it.
"I have to pee, and then I'll take the medicine." She grumbles as she kicks off her blankets, and you nod as you allow her to get up. You freeze, however, when she lets out a sharp breath of what sounded like pain the moment she was up and on her feet.
"Are you hurt?" You reach out and gently grasp her arm preventing her from moving any further.
Natasha attempts to scoff, but only succeeds in throwing herself into a coughing fit. You wince at the gravely sound as you give the arm you still had in your grasp a soothing squeeze.
"What?" She eventually rasps out as she seemingly gets herself under control. "Of course not. I'm fine." She waves you off, and you narrow your eyes in suspicion as you watch her attempt to walk away.
You were about to let her go, but then Natasha makes the mistake limping slightly. It was barely noticeable, and had you not been watching her so closely you probably wouldn't have seen it. But it was there. And you catch it. And you immediately knew she had lied to you.
Without a word, you were climbing off of the bed. Natasha eyes you warily as you near, but you ignore her and instead scoop her up it your arms and set her back on the mattress. From the way she had winced, you knew whatever injury it was had only started or hurt when she was stood up, so with a quiet sigh, you were immediately kneeling before her and tugging off her socks. The first foot was fine, and you send her a look as you reach for the second.
Natasha makes no move to stop you as she stares down at you with her bottom lip trapped nervously between her teeth. The gasp of surprise that escapes your lips at the sight of her ankle doesn't really surprise her, but that doesn't stop her from feeling guilty as you look at her with an almost scolding look on your face.
"Natalia! Why didn't you tell me?" You ask, grazing the tip of your finger over the bruised skin.
Natasha sniffles softly as she just barely shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t know. To stop you from fussing over her maybe?
"Go pee," you tell her as you rise to your feet, taking your hands in her own and gently tugging her to her feet. "I'll go get you some ice. If it isn't better by Monday then I'm taking you to the hospital."
Natasha bites her bottom lip softly as she reaches out to grasp your shirt. You turn to face her and frown in concern at the wary look that was eminent in her eyes. You cup her warm cheeks and place a gentle kiss to the spot in between her eyebrows before tugging her to your chest.
"Are you mad at me?" She murmurs into your chest, and you immediately shake your head as you run your hand up and down her back.
"No. I just wish you would have told me so I could have helped." You admit, and Natasha's guilt was amplified by what felt like a thousand. She pulls away and presses an apologetic kiss to your cheek, and you smile softly as you return the sentiment.
"I'm sorry." She tells you honestly, and you press your lips in a chaste kiss against her own, not caring less if it made you sick.
"Thank you. I'll be back in a second, okay?" You brush the copper strand of hair behind her ear, and Natasha nods, watching you go before limping into the bathroom.
You were back in minutes, and you quickly manage to get Natasha set up in bed with her ankle iced and elevated. Much to your surprise, she takes both the cough medicine and Tylenol without a fight, but you put that down to her still feeling guilty over hiding her injury from you.
Suddenly, Natasha's breath hitches, and you watch as her nose flares and her face flutters into that pre-sneeze expression before she was cupping her face and throwing herself forward.
"Huh'htschoo!!"
You reach out and give her thigh a soft squeeze, your other hand busy with closing the lid to the cough medicine bottle. "bless you baby."
Natasha grumbles put a hoarse thank you as she grabs a tissue and blows her nose, and you roll your eyes fondly as you climb back into next to her. The redhead pouts when she realises she couldn't curl up against you due to her ankle, and you quickly fix that by easing her upper body forward slightly slipping into the small gap created behind her.
She ends to sat in between your legs, her back flush against your front. You press a kiss to the back of her head as it comes to rest on your shoulder, "Better?" You murmur, and Natasha immediately nods with a hum of content as she absentmindedly begins to trail her fingertips up and down your thigh in a soothing motion.
Almost no time had passed before you both feel and hear her breath beginning to hitch, and you immediately reach for a tissue and press it against her nose just in time for her to sneeze into it.
“I got it,” she mumbles, and you nod and let go of the tissue. Natasha sniffles softly, and you watch as she blows her nose before bringing a hand up to rub at her temples.
“Headache?” You murmur knowingly, pressing your lips tenderly against her cheek, and Natasha nods her head as her eyes seem to instinctively flicker shut. You slip your hand beneath her shirt and begin to trail the pad of your thumb over her soft tummy, “try and get some sleep baby. You’re not due for any more medicine for a while yet.”
Natasha sniffles through a quiet sigh before she nods. “I love you.” She mumbles as she attempts to curl up close, voice full of congestion, and you tighten your grasp around her as you lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Summary: It’s no secret that Natasha is extremely touch starved, but was far too shy and stubborn to admit it. She constantly makes up excuses for you to hold her. Tummy ache. Head ache. It was only after a particular challenging mission do you finally catch on.
You look up from your phone when you hear your girlfriend sigh heavily from the other side of the couch. She’d been home from work for a little over an hour, and after catching one another up on your days, you’d both taken residence on your respective sides of the couch for your weekly movie night.
“You okay?” You ask quietly as you gently nudge her with your foot, and Natasha looks your way for a short second before nodding her head. Although you were a little suspicious with just how truthful she was being, you’d learned from months of experience it wasn’t worth pushing. With one last glance her way, you bring your attention back to your phone.
You were currently window shopping for books. It had been a while since you’d treated yourself to a new one. You manage to add three to your basket that sound somewhat decent before you hear Natasha sigh again, and you once again find yourself focusing all of your attention on her.
“That was a heavy sigh,” you note as you lock your phone and place it onto the coffee table, and the red head shrugs her shoulders. “You sure you’re okay?” You ask.
Natasha seems to hesitate slightly before she flickers her eyes over to you. “I just have a headache.” She murmurs with a forced smile, and you pout slightly as you hold out your arms. The way Natasha’s eyes light up fills your stomach with butterflies, and you easily welcome her into your embrace when she crawls into your arms and settles on top of you.
Her head ends up nestled just underneath your chin, and her arms circle themselves securely around your waist. You wrap your arms around her before beginning to gently trail your hand up and down her back, your lips pressing softly against the top of her head in a tender kiss.
You feel her warm breath hit the skin of your neck when she lets out a soft sigh through her nose, and you find yourself holding her just that bit tighter.
“Skin.” Natasha murmurs against you, and you smile slightly as you reach down and slip your hand beneath her shirt to rest against the bare skin of her back. As you begin to make gentle circles, you feel her hum in content, and the smile on your lips was instantaneous.
*
It was just two days later that you feel the deja vu hit you. This time, you and Natasha were in bed, and the tv opposite playing a documentary about sea animals. It had captured your attention almost immediately, your inner nerd shining through, but Natasha’s mind, you noticed, appeared to be completely elsewhere. Her eyes were on the tv, but you could tell she really wasn’t paying attention.
“Nat?” You question, resting a hand on her thigh and giving it a soft squeeze. The red head hums as her eyes flicker over to you, and your lips quirk up into a soft smile as you reach up to give her cheek a soft touch. She seems to instinctively lean into the affection “You okay?” You ask.
That same hesitation on her face was visible almost immediately.
“Stomach ache.” She murmurs, sending you a strained smile. Something about her tone tells you she wasn’t being entirely truthful, but you knew she had no reason to lie so it must just be your tiredness getting to you.
“C’mere.” You murmur, sliding down in bed a little and holding out your arms. Natasha seems to relax instantly as she scoots herself over and falls into your arms, her arms securing themselves around your waist as yours circle easily around her shoulders.
You press a soft kiss to her forehead before bringing your attention back to the tv, your hand beginning to absentmindedly trail up and down her back.
“I love you.” You hear her murmur almost bashfully against your chest, and you smile softly as you return the sentiment. It wasn’t often that Natasha speaks those three words, but you knew without a doubt she loved you as much as you loved her. It was in the things she does and says.
Have a good day at work. Drive safe. A soft embrace and a gentle kiss against your cheek.
For so long she had fought the affection you’d give her. She’d go rigid beneath your touch. Make up an excuse to leave the room the second she saw you coming. She’d lived under the motto that had been installed in her from the mere age of six for so long that it was a hard habit to break.
Love is for children. It makes you weak. I don’t deserve it.
Those walls were still there sometimes. She still hides herself away when things get too much, but those days were now thankfully now few and far between.
You let out a soft sigh as you hold your girl close.
You don’t think you have ever loved anyone more.
*
You hum lightly beneath your breath as you stir the pasta sauce on the stove, the corners of your lips quirking up into a soft smile when you hear the distinct sound of your front door opening and closing signalling your girlfriend was home. Natasha had been away on a mission for two days, and you missed her more than you could ever bring yourself to admit.
“Baby? It that you?” You call as you turn down the heat, wiping off your hands on a clean hand towel before going to investigate.
You were met with the sight of a tired looking Natasha still dressed in her blackwidow suit kicking off her boots, and you pout slightly at the sight as you immediately head over to her and pull her into her arms. She immediately falls limp against you, so much so that you practically end up holding her up.
“Did everything go okay?” You ask in a quiet murmur as you bring your hand up to cup the back of her head, and she just barely nods against you as her arms tighten around your waist.
“Any injuries?” You push, a little concerned at how quiet she was being.
Natasha nods slightly, “Just a sprained ankle.”
Despite her words, you couldn’t help but smile. Gone were the days that she’d hide whatever injuries she had from you, and though she didn’t outright tell you when she was hurt, she never lied when you asked.
“Let’s go get you sorted. I have dinner ready for when you’re done.” Deciding that you didn’t really want to let her go, you simply bend at the knees and place your arms beneath her behind before lifting her up into your arms. Though Natasha startles slightly at the action, she doesn’t hesitate to loop her legs lightly around your hips and allow you to carry her through into the bathroom.
You gently place her down onto the closed toilet seat and leave her to get undressed as you head through to your shared bedroom to grab her some clean clothes. When you make it back, she was clad in nothing but her bra and underwear, and you smile slightly at the sight as you grab the first aid kit from beneath the sink before kneeling down in front of her.
You don’t need to ask which ankle it was. Her right one was significantly more bruised and swollen than the left, and with a small frown, you grab an ace bandage and begin to carefully wrap it up.
“We’ll get some ice on that after you’ve eaten.” You tell her as you secure the bandage with a safety pin, and Natasha nods as she lets out a quiet sigh before reaching for her shirt. Before you knew it, dinner was finished and you were on the couch with Natasha’s foot in your lap. You were holding an ice pack to her ankle whilst she stares up at the ceiling, your finger tips grazing up and down her bare leg.
Natasha seems to relish in the feeling of your touch, but with the way she was constantly shifting in place you knew she wasn’t as comfortable as she seemed.
Getting an inkling as to what was wrong, you replace your lap with a pillow before scooting out from beneath her. You crawl up her body before curling yourself up next to her, throwing a leg over her hips and resting your head against her shoulder.
“Better?” You ask quietly as you slip your hand underneath her tank top to rest on her bare stomach, and you feel her nod ever so slightly.
You end up falling asleep on the couch, only waking up in the early hours of the morning when you feel Natasha shifting beneath you.
“You okay?” You murmur hoarsely as you climb off of her and attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and Natasha nods as she sits herself up.
“Gotta pee.” She murmurs with a tired smile as she rises to what feet, and you immediately return it as you watch her limp away.
Man she was so cute.
*
For the next few days, Natasha seems to milk her sprained ankle. She doesn’t outright say so, and you knew she was trying her best to be subtle, but after knowing her for so long and being able to read her cues, that black widow mask she puts on was no longer so effective allowing you to see right through her.
Her ankle was fine. Hell, Natasha operated with ease with busted ribs and had done so many times before. That wasn’t even mentioning the amount of times she’d been shot and was still able to make it back to the quinjet without help.
It tells you that she was simply using her ankle as an excuse to earn affection. It breaks your heart that she didn’t have the courage to simply just ask you to hold her, but you similarly do not have the courage to call her out on it because you knew how much it takes for her to allow herself to be vulnerable with you.
You didn’t want to break that trust. And you could also be wrong. Maybe her ankle really was bothering her. Maybe the tummy aches and head aches were real too and you were just overthinking things. But what if you weren’t?
As you eye Natasha from your place against the kitchen island, you put your plan into action.
Mission Natasha was underway.
*
The next day, almost like clockwork, Natasha gets all quiet again. You ask her what was wrong, and when she tells you it was just a headache, your suspicions grow. That, however, does not stop you from wrapping her up into her arms and holding her close, and you so without any hesitation.
It happens again two days later, except for this time, it was a back ache as opposed to a headache or stomachache. You offer her a massage, but she turns it down with the excuse that it didn’t hurt that bad.
She, however, does not turn down the offer of a hug, leaving you now one hundred percent sure. All that was left for you to do was find the courage to talk to her about it, and you dreaded the response that would greet you.
*
The opportunity ironically arises the very next day. Natasha had yet another headache and was currently sprawled out on top of you. It was silent with the exception of the dull murmur the movie playing on the tv was emitting, and though it takes you a while, you finally find yourself able to speak.
“You know you don’t have to be injured or hurting for me to hold you, right?” You murmur as you instinctively tighten your grasp around her, worried, at your words, that she’d try to get away.
Turns out your intuition was correct, because no sooner had those words left your lips, you feel her tense up before attempting to crawl out of your arms. She seemed to be acting upon instinct alone, and your heart breaks further.
“Sshh baby, no, don’t go. I’m not mad, it’s okay.” You rush to reassure, and though Natasha visibly hesitates, she eventually allows herself to once again fall limp against you again. You could tell she was still wary however, and you knew you had to be careful with whatever you said next.
“I love you,” you start as you bring your legs up, Natasha’s lower body settling in the gap that had been created. “And I absolutely adore holding you. You don’t ever have to be worried about me telling you no or pushing you away, okay? I promise.” You attempt to reassure as you cup the back of her head and press a tender kiss to her hairline, and though Natasha doesn’t say anything, you do feel her nod slightly against your chest.
With the knowledge she was now aware of how you felt, you decide it would be best to change the subject. She knew feelings on the matter, and it was up to her on what she chooses to do with them.
You could only hope she picked right.
*
About a week passes with no more excuses from Natasha. But that also means no cuddles either. You were admittedly a little worried, but as she wasn’t being distant with you and was her normal cheeky self otherwise, you decide not to question it.
It was on a random Monday whilst you were cooking dinner that something amazing happens. Natasha wonders casually into the kitchen and sends you a smile as she heads to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. You were under the assumption that was all she needed and was going to head back into the living room to carry on with the mission reports, just as she’d been doing for the majority of the day.
But she doesn’t. She takes a mouthful of the water before setting the bottle down, hesitating only briefly before sneaking behind you and securing her arms around your waist. You initially freeze in shock, but was quick to snap out of it before allowing yourself to lean back into her arms.
“Hi baby,” you greet casually as you place your hand on the ones she had settled on your stomach, giving them a soft squeeze. You knew not to focus too much attention onto what she was doing, because you knew she’d end up second guess herself and pulling away. “Dinners nearly ready.
“Hi moya lyubov'.” She murmurs, “sounds good.”
**
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I adored writing it 🤍
an idea for a drabble: going down on milf natahsa for the first time since she gave birth.
Sweetest Devotion | Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader (Super Soldier)
Word Count: 1,551
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Pregnancy Sex, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Lots of softness with chubby Nat <3 | 18+ Minors DNI
A/N: So this turned out to be longer than a lil drabble….sorry?
Summary: After the miraculous birth of your child, you help Natasha feel beautiful again.
Even if no words were spoken, you knew of their silenced meanings. Attentiveness drove your eyes to flicker for longer than a few seconds, to frown whenever you were faced with a rampant insecurity that was kept under wraps. Seeing the quiet pain and suffering tugged at your frail heart strings each time you so much as glanced at your beloved.
To you she was the world, the entirety of the marvelously lovely universe at that, but to Natasha, she was the embodiment of disgust.
Since before she began showing, you knew of the effects the pregnancy would have on your wife alongside her every-growing fears. She had always been the perfect little soldier, the assassin carrying around a ledger drenched in red. Never did she believe she’d make it past her 25th birthday, much less clutching in her shaky fingers a positive pregnancy test as her eyes welled up with tears. It had been a miracle that Tony and Burce’s treatment worked.
Her body had always been controlled as her lack of free will kept her a slave under the mantle of a Black Widow. You despised how she obsessively stood atop scales as she had been taught, always distraught over the sight of a simple increase of the shameful number she felt nauseated by.
The pregnancy had been anything but easy. Constantly Natasha’s fears got the best of her. I can’t be a mother, she’d repeat during sleepless tearful nights. Her hand clutched her swollen stomach with ardor as she let out choked sobs through the dark hours. You knew to hold her close, to kiss her forehead and wipe away the tears until her body went limp again. It wasn’t easy for you to see your partner in such a state of torture. Natasha promised you once she was strong enough to get through the full trimesters, and although you didn’t doubt the woman’s bravery, you feared for the way she’d treat herself after it was said and done.
“You don’t have to do this,” she mumbled. Her bottom lip was fiddled between unsure teeth that fumbled under your gaze that she didn’t meet. “It’s a lot, I know. I…we can just go to bed, it’s fine.”
You frowned as you settled down. While you never grew tired of throwing praise after praise her way, there was a certain animosity you had for the part of Natasha’s brain that made her see ugliness within herself. “I want to do this,” you shot back gently. “But only if you’re ready. You’ve been through so much, baby. You just gave birth to a kid and you’re still helping out the team. I want to help you relax for once. Can I please do it?”
“I don’t know,” the timid tone was one she never displayed before anyone but you. “Y/N, dorogy, my body isn’t the same. I am not the same. Just look at me,” with a broken voice, she shrugged. “I’m not beautiful anymore.”
That was the biggest lie you had ever heard.
Since the day you first laid your eyes on Natasha, you knew beauty had no other name but her own. As a former SHIELD agent you knew your focus needed to be on your missions, and yet you continuously were reprimanded for your lack of thoughts formed on the line of fire, instead those reserved for one Natasha Romanoff — the recently defected Black Widow only you were brave enough to ask out.
Sighing, you shook your head. The quaint house you shared in the depths of the Bostonian suburbia lay in eerie silence. Even the small creature you had conceived lay sleeping soundly in her crib as well as the city. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you had time for each other. Time to each other.
“You’re so beautiful,” you mustered out as you found the strength in you to push Natasha onto the bed. She lay sprawled over the bed, flushed chest heaving as you rapidly took your place above her nude frame. “You’re fucking hot and you don’t even realize it. God, Nat, just look at yourself. I could stare at you for hours and never grow tired.”
Turning away with burning cheeks, Natasha shrugged. “You’re just saying that. I’m not-”
“Do you trust me?”
Natasha's confusion was evident, but she still found it in herself to not. “With my life.”
From then on she could barely muster out words as you refused to explain her beauty through words, but instead love. Your hands were everywhere — prying her legs open, gliding against her full, tender breasts you massaged out of relief when they were sore with milk, and even tracing the stretch marks present along her sides. The rolls over her stomach were ones you couldn’t help but knead with lust striking through you. The beauty bestowed upon you was what drove your animalistic instincts mad, and when you were finally able to touch Natasha after long weeks of needing to stay away, you snapped.
Nuzzling your face against the harsh scar over her abdomen, you hummed. “You’re a warrior, Nat. Bruce and Tony weren’t even sure it was going to work but…you did it. You grew a tiny human inside you for nine fucking months. That takes so much courage and bravery, honey. I could never be as strong as you.”
“You’re a super soldier,” Natasha scoffed. “There’s no way you-”
Words died over the plump pair of rosy lips as you dove into your sought-after goal. It had been long since you touched her in such a way due to doctor’s orders alongside Natasha’s insecurities. She found herself to be much different. Many nights you found your wife staring at herself in the mirror, grumpily smacking her slightly heavier body as she refused to so much as stare at the area between her legs. She deemed it a mess, but you had never been witness to such a delicious sight.
Strong arms held her legs open as you took your first taste of her forbidden fruit in weeks. Forever you could lie drunk with your tongue stuck out to lick your way up her slit. Natasha was drenched, her cunt glistening with juices you desperately needed to taste. You ignored her unshaven sex, instead finding it exhilarating to stare at.
“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned with a mouthful of Natasha’s pussy. “I swear I could stay here for hours. The things you do to me, Nat…”
Natasha lay sprawled back in disbelief. Her fingers clung to the bed sheets, knuckles turning white as she stared down to find you devouring her being. Formerly weaponized for the sake of succeeding in missions, her body was never something she proudly spoke of, much less after her pregnancy. Seeing you so excited to see her once more in the nude made Natasha’s heart skip a beat, the ends of her mouth rising as she happily let you go.
“That’s it, baby,” she grunted. With a mind of their own, her hips began moving. Her cunt humped your mouth in search for more, anything really that was synonymous with the pleasure she so needed. “I missed you so much, Y/N. Oh honey…”
You didn’t let your partner finish her words as you pressed your tongue harshly against her clit. The bundle of nerves nearly shuddered at the enticing touches; the tip of your tongue did wonders to swirl its way around Natasha and flick her clit until numerous screams were drawled out.
The taste of her pussy would forever be one you’d be obsessed with. It was sweet, a nectar you’d drink each day until you dared pass. You were always careful not to use your superhuman strength on her, instead delicately treating Natasha as though she was a porcelain doll. With the tip of your nose brushing against the crest of her slit, you sucked and licked your partner, your nostrils sighing happily at the stench of her juices so close.
Seeing her succumb to the sharp claws of her pleasure made your heart swell. Even as Natasha’s orgasm shot through her, her back arching while her body shuddered in response, you kept going. You swallowed every drop of her slick juices that rushed down her inner thighs. Suckling on her outer folds with might, you allowed your gaze to shoot upwards and lay witness to the ‘o’ shaped mouth of your lover that threw out colorful verbiage loudly.
“I can’t remember the last time I felt so…relaxed,” Natasha breathlessly proclaimed with a goofy smirk on her face. “Thank you, malyshka. Really.”
You didn’t hold yourself back as you slid a pair of fingers up her unshaved cunt. Sitting up on your knees, juices running down your chin, you flashed her a beam. “You never have to thank me, Talia. I’m more than happy to remind you of your beauty.”
Wrapping her arms around your body, she hummed. “I won the lottery with you, detka.”
“As I did with you,” you shot back. Hands ran up and down her full sides, squeezing and groping the rolls over her stomach before you leaned down to kiss her stretch marks. “Are you ready for round two, Nat? You know, I’ve got this very special surprise just for you…”
I love that you post awesome fabric cause I'm bad at sorting it and finding quality stuff. Do you have any stories or writers that have any w/w fics that are a bit steamy. Not R rated necessarily just a little action? This might be an awkward question
i got so confused looking at the preview of this ask – because it just said “i love that you post awesome fabric” and ?????? but I know you mean fanfic and autocorrect was rude!
most of my favorite w/w fics (tillow) are pretty steamy, tbh, and I’m blanking on any that aren’t. but get yourself over to some fic archives and check it out. ignore the NC-17 stuff (smut smut smut) and try the PG-13/R ones! they’re great for innuendo and fade-to-black-with-a-wink scenes. you can always message me for info about individual fics – chances are i’ve read it, or will read it for you and tell you if it’s gratuitously steamy or not!
Buffyverse Femslash Week, day one: Missing scenes
Pairing: Tara Maclay and Willow Rosenberg
Summary: Tara helps Willow to relax a little
Words: 800+
Set in the beginning of Listening to Fear, 5x09.
Read on AO3.
“You’re still there?”, Tara asked in a serious concerned voice as soon as she opened the door to Willow’s dorm room. Willow just lift her gaze from her notebook for a moment and greeted her with a guilty smile, “In the exact same position when I left? Will…”
“I moved! With, y'know, my arms…?”, her smile grew weirder.
“I’d say fingers”, Tara teased, offering her girlfriend a soft grin after closing the door and leaving her purse full of books on the floor beside the bed.
“I wish”, Willow mumbled to herself, exhaling a great amount of air while arching her back a bit. Tara couldn’t help but quietly laugh at the whispered words. She was closer to the other now, her digits smoothly stroking the red locks.
“Come on, sweetie. Close this book and get up”, she requested, a gentle kiss being pressed on Willow’s forehead just when she leaned her head back, resting it on the chair she was sitting on.
Requested: The reader is clumsy and a little insecure about this, but Dani loves that about the reader, something fluff and cute. Please and thank you!
Requested: Can I have a request where the reader finds Dani after she was locked in the closet and whenever she gets a panic attack r is there to comfort her?
Dolores laid awake in bed, unable to close her eyes to the sounds of you sleeping next to her. On any other night two weeks ago, the sounds of your light snores would have lulled her into a peaceful state. But things have been different for the last few days. She was just finishing a job and had agreed to have you be there with her despite her instincts telling her to have you stay in the car. Of course, she had to take care of things the old fashioned way and shoot her way out, but that wasn’t the biggest issue. What went wrong was that when she turned around, you were on the ground behind her with a femoral bleed that threatened to cause major problems.
Being as in tune with technology as she was, Dolores was able to call an ambulance in time to get you to the nearest hospital and have the doctors save your life. However, you have yet to wake up from the medically induced coma that they had put you under, and now all that was helping you stay alive was a ventilator that was making the regular whirring sounds that were now keeping her awake. The doctors had said that they were not sure when you would wake up, and all there was left to do now was wait. Humans are so fragile, and someone as delicate as you did not belong in her world. It was foolish of her to believe that she could keep you safe from all the dangers that this world had.
—–
Looking out the window of the car, Dolores couldn’t help but remember the first time that you had met. Being the rich socialite that you were, your parents thought it would be fun to get you a month-long trip to Westworld. They’ve never been themselves, but everyone in their social circle kept talking about how much fun being in an immersive park was, and how it was a great way to release stress before going back into the real world. You didn’t know exactly what to expect, but a free vacation without any obligations was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
The scene that was presented to you when you got off the train was hectic, but there was something about it that made you feel like this was going to be a lot of fun for a change. Just as you got to the front of a store, a can rolls out in front of you and you bend over to pick it up. When you turn, a beautiful blonde was smiling at you.
“I believe this is yours.”
“It is, thank you. My name is Dolores.”
“My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s always nice to see a new face. I’m buying this for my daddy to see if we can make something new for dinner. Would you like to join us?”
A small voice in the back of your mind told you that this wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. It was all just a script to make you happy with your experience here in the park. But, on the other hand, if you didn’t say yes now, how could you expect to say yes to anyone or anything out there in the real world? You got up on the horse behind Dolores and wrapped your arms around her. Her hair smelled like vanilla and some other scents you couldn’t quite place, and you hung on as she rode back home.
As the days went by, you spent more and more time with Dolores. You helped her around the farm and talked to her dad when he sat out on the porch. There was something naive about the way she looked at the world, but it only added to her charm in your opinion. The voice that told you this was not real became smaller and smaller, and you found yourself drawn to Dolores in ways that you could not have dreamed of.
One evening you found Dolores standing by herself at the edge of the property, looking at the sunset. She looked so peaceful that you didn’t want to disturb her, but she turned around and saw you. Her smile lit up her whole face, and you could have sworn the butterflies in your stomach wanted to explode. She waved you over and put her arms around you as the two of you stood there. “Isn’t it beautiful? I always loved evenings like this.”
“Me too.” The words you wanted to say got stuck in your throat, and you coughed in order to get rid of the feeling. “It reminds me of you, you know. You’re my sunshine, Dolores.”
Dolores chuckled at the nickname. “And why do you say that?”
“Because you’re always so optimistic and cheerful in your outlook on life. You’re a ray of sun that shone down on me when I came here.”
“Well, if that’s the case, you’re my little moon. Because you’ll always light the way for me even when everything else around me is dark.” Dolores pulled you closer to her and put her head on your shoulder.
The next few days you spent with Dolores were nothing short of magical. In any other situation, it would have seemed like you had finally found the right person to be with. But with your visit to the park coming to an end, you knew that the day would come when you had to say goodbye to the host that you had grown to care about. One day after a horse ride together, Dolores came back to see you packing your clothes in the case you brought with you.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Will you come back?”
“I don’t know.” A tear threatened to fall from your eye, but you blinked it back.
“I’ll wait for you to come back, (Y/N). I love you.”
“I love you too.” You tried not to think about how her memories of you would be deleted as soon as you leave. For now, you could pretend this was real.
Dolores insisted on giving you a ride back to the park, and you held onto her as best you could. You knew you would never forget your experience here at the park, and tried not to look out the window to see Dolores one last time.
—–
Once you settled back into your regular life, your parents brought up the topic of marriage again. Being from the wealthy family that you were, they wanted to make sure that you married inside the social circle that they approved of. Love was a secondary concern to the arrangement. If it happened, that was great, but if it didn’t, that couldn’t be helped. The person that they chose for you wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing. There was no way he could compare to Dolores, but then again, who could?
You had read news about some mysterious woman with a male companion that seemed to be coming for wealthy people in your area. She had just stolen all of Liam Dempsey’s fortune, and it seemed as if she was far from over. You couldn’t help but let out a snort when Liam realized he was now penniless – he had always been a bit dim and you avoided him as much as humanly possible. A part of you was wondering if she would be coming for you or any of your friends, but you were kind of hoping that she was planning to. Being wealthy meant there were a lot of unspoken rules and expectations that were placed on you.
Sighing as you nodded at the waiter for another drink, you looked up at a face that you thought you would never see again. Dolores. She looked different without her blue dress, but that was her alright.
She came over and stood in front of you. “My little moon. (Y/N).” There was a frown that wasn’t there the last time she looked at you, and all you wanted to do was to touch her face and make that frown go away. But the fact that she was here of all places seemed to freeze you in place, and you couldn’t help but stare. She took a seat in front of you and looked you over.
You finally seemed to find your voice and leaned forward in an urgent whisper. “What are you doing here? How did you get out of the park? How do you remember who I am?”
“I know you have a lot of questions, little one. All I know is that when you came to the park and met me, you changed me. My feelings for you started rewriting my code the day that I started falling in love with you. The changes were small, but over time, I became the person I am today. You woke me up, (Y/N). I wouldn’t be here without you, and I came out to find you as soon as I got out of the park.”
“You remember being in love? With me?”
“Delos made me forget a lot of things, but there is nothing that could make me forget being in love with you.” Dolores reached out and held your hand. Feelings that you thought you had pushed away came back when you felt the soft touch of her hand, and you remembered how she made you feel when you were at the park. But now, you knew that she was out here with you, in the real world. Saying yes was already a given, and you didn’t care about what your family had to say.
——–
“A woman? And a stranger at that?” Your mom was irate over the fact that you had essentially run away from home. The only consolation that your parents had over the fact that you had eloped was the fact that this new woman, whoever she was, seemed to be well off. Beneath all of their disapproval, they were forced to let out a sigh of relief. They still could not believe that you would disobey them like this, but it wasn’t like they had a say in who you would run off with.
Ever since Dolores made her way out of the park, her mission has been to take down the people responsible for creating the park in the first place. You had asked to come along on multiple occasions, but she had always said no. Your safety was her top priority, and there was nothing that she cared more about than you. Her mission was important to her, of course, but it would have all been for nothing if you were not safe. Dolores always made sure to kiss you before she left, and she always promised to come back.
Things were going quite well as far as Dolores was concerned. She had been successful in her mission so far, and all seemed good whenever she went out on a date with you. There was still a lot to learn when it came to having a girlfriend and going out on regular dates, but she had always prided herself on being a quick learner. She had just finished taking money out of the hands of another billionaire, and what better way to celebrate than with her girlfriend?
You quickly made your way downstairs to the waiting car outside. Dolores had texted you saying that she wanted to take you somewhere special and was waiting outside the building. She had told you that she had just finished her latest mission and wanted to celebrate with you. Just as you stepped out of your building, several men dressed in black combat uniforms rounded the corner and started walking towards Dolores’ car. Knowing the nature of her work, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that they were there for Dolores. You started running towards the car in an attempt to warn her about the men who were coming.
“Dolores!” You saw her look up and see you running towards her with the men right behind you. Her hand moved underneath her seat for her gun, but the men behind you were faster. You heard a muffled gunshot and the glass in front of Dolores’ face cracked under the impact of bullets, and you quickly turned around to face them. “I can’t let you guys take her.”
“Don’t try to be a hero, girlie. Move aside so we can take her back where she belongs.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Move aside, or the next bullet goes in you.”
“You’re going to do what you have to do. Just like I have to do what I have to.” You stood in front of the guy and you stared each other down.
“She does have a way about her, doesn’t she. Made you think she’s in love with you and all that.”
“I know she loves me. I know what we have with each other is real.”
“Not any more real than this.” His gun fired a shot in your leg, and you felt a pain unlike anything you had ever felt before. Behind you, there were several muffled shots with the bodies of the men dropping beside you, but that was none of your concern right now. Your leg was bleeding profusely and it did not seem to be stopping.
The last thing you remember is Dolores kneeling on the ground next to you, holding your head. “Help is coming, little one. Don’t worry about it.”
As Dolores sat next to you in the hospital, she couldn’t help but think about just how fragile humans were. Holding your had had always made her feel better, but not today. She was the reason why you were here in the first place. Without her and her plan for vengeance, you would not have been in any danger. Dolores loved you more than she loved herself, which is why she had to do this alone. You were the entire reason why she was able to rewrite her own code and get out of Westworld, and she would never want to see you in danger again.
When you opened your eyes, the first people you saw were your parents. “Where is she? Where’s Dolores?”
“She’s gone. Didn’t even leave a note. The hospital staff had to call and tell us that you have been alone for the last several nights.”
“No, no. She must have had a reason for leaving. There’s no way she would just leave me like this.”
“We have told you this from the beginning, (Y/N). She doesn’t really care about how you feel.”
You shook your head as you looked away. There is simply no way she would just leave you like that. But maybe she did because she finally decided that going on her own was the way to go. It broke your heart that she didn’t even bother saying goodbye before she left.
After you were discharged from the hospital, you tried calling Dolores to see what happened. Every call went straight to voicemail, and you left message after message on her phone. After a week, you couldn’t even do that because the line became disconnected. There was nothing to remind you that she was ever in your life. You were left with an apartment that felt too empty, but it seemed as if Dolores could move on without any trouble.
What you didn’t know was that every time you called, Dolores wanted to pick up. She wanted to pick up and tell you how much she loved you and missed being with you. Listening to your voicemails made her want to run back to the apartment and watch you fall asleep as she was doing something. But she resisted the urge to come back because you were safer without her. You would probably end up marrying the person that your parents had arranged for you, but it was safer than being with her. Dolores loved you more than she loved anything else in this world, but that meant leaving you to make sure you could spend the rest of your life safe from her.
—–
Months passed, and you had completely recovered from the gunshot wound to your leg. Your parents had finally talked you into going through with the arranged marriage that they had planned before Dolores had come into your life, and you finally caved. What was the point in resisting when the one person you had a connection with disappeared on you?
Wedding plans came and went, and you felt like a passerby to all the plans. Your mom was more passionate about these things anyway, and you didn’t need to bother yourself with such things. All you needed to do was to pick out a dress for the big day and walk down the aisle. You had met the person you were meant to marry a few times, but there was nothing there. Both of you knew that your marriage was a way to keep the wealth in the family, not because either of you cared for the other.
The wedding day seemed to come too quickly, and all final preparations were underway. You couldn’t help but think that you wanted Dolores to be the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle, but you couldn’t get everything you wanted. Sighing, you wiped a few tears from your eyes. It was surprising that you were still not able to forget Dolores that easily, but then again, it was always hard to forget someone that you had a true connection with.
Everything seemed to go directly how your parents planned it, and in no time, you were walking towards the altar with your dad. The guy that was waiting there seemed to want to get this over with as quickly as possible, mirroring your attitudes exactly. When the priest started talking, you tuned him out and focused on the lights coming in from the multi-colored windows.
“And now, to the part that everyone has been waiting for. If anyone has an objection to this wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“I have an issue.” You turned around so quickly that it felt like you almost snapped your neck.
“Dolores?? What are you doing here?”
“Do you really love him, (y/n)?”
“You know I don’t. You know I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you.” This drew mortified gasps from the crowd, but you couldn’t care less.
“Then what are you still standing there for? Come with me.” She held out her hand, and you saw a helicopter waiting outside. It didn’t take long for you to decide to leave with her, and you left the church with your middle finger up in the air.
After landing the helicopter, you finally caught your breath and really looked at Dolores. “Why did you come for me? You left.”
“I left because I wanted to keep you safe. After what happened with the guards, I did what I felt was right to keep you safe. When I saw that you were about to get married with the man that your parents had arranged for you, I knew I had to come get you. Every time I heard your voice, I wanted to come back to you. I’m surprised you still said yes to me.”
“That’s because all those years ago when I first walked into the park, I had no idea what to expect. But the moment I handed you that can, I made a choice to fall in love with you. In the back of my mind, common sense was telling me you weren’t real and that this would stop as soon as I left the park. But the more time we spent together, the more I wanted to take that leap and believe in something meaningful. Being with you was like something out of one of the stories I’d read as a kid, someone was out there who was perfect for me. I was expecting to be disappointed because as soon as I left this would fade into another fairy tale that I could visit in my dreams. But you, like a miracle, came to find me and returned that love in kind. I became stronger somehow with you than I ever was before I came into the park. I wanted to change into someone better. That desire for change and growth, through the love of someone else, made me a better person and taught me that feeling for someone is worth fighting for. And I’ll always fight for you no matter what.”
“And you know I’ll fight for you too. Now let’s get you out of that dress, little one. The next time I see you dressed in anything similar will be when you are saying ‘I do’ to me.”
Donation request by anonymous 💖: “if you could do a Dolores X reader where the reader realises that the weight of everything Dolores is doing (all the flighting and planning and scheming) really puts her down and now reader tries to give Dolores a day just for her”
Pairing: Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader
Words: 1k
A/N - If you are unsatisfied, please feel free to shout at me. I will happily rewrite it. Thank you for donating!!
I am still taking BLM donation requests as well as free prompts if anyone is interested. They don’t have to be Westworld themed.
How do you measure the value of life? What’s defines being alive? Is it by every breath you take? Or every beat of your heart, maybe? Perhaps it’s through thoughts and feelings; they’re what makes us human, right? Is life measured through experiences? you like to think it is. What is it exactly that puts value on human life that others lack…
Dolores wasn’t… real? Not in a traditional sense. She wasn’t human. Inside you’d find nothing but complex machinery and a bunch of coding and to anyone who didn’t know she was a robot, she’d look like anyone else. Her past was shrouded in mystery but there was one thing you had managed to learn amongst the steps towards revolution it was that Dolores Abernathy was always focused on her goals. She didn’t take the time out to relax; maybe she didn’t need to? She was built to mimic human beings but did she have the capacity to feel the way they do?
Dolores was not having a good day. One of her contacts had informed her that the men that she had hired for this upcoming job had been caught by the authorities and the tech that she had sent them to take was confiscated. It seemed as if the adage was true: if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. The only thing that was stopping her from taking a gun and outright shooting the cops that were guarding this machinery was the fact that the police department was hosting an annual fundraising event tonight. It didn’t do well to get into another shootout with the authorities when almost everyone with some extra change was there to see what went down.
Luckily for her, she also had extra money stowed away after taking the funds from Liam, so she was able to buy herself a ticket to the event. On the invitation, she saw that she was able to bring a plus one to the event, and the only person she could see herself going with was you. Caleb had told her to actually tell you, with words, that she cared deeply for you and wanted you to move in with her, but Dolores had argued that it wasn’t necessary. You knew how much she wanted to be with you, maybe you just needed some time to think about it. She had shown you how much she cared about you and verbalizing it wasn’t necessary. Caleb had just sighed and resigned himself to the fact that his friend had to learn how to communicate with humans the regular way through practice.
Your phone buzzed with a text. When you picked it up, you were surprised to see a text from none other than Dolores. After the two of you had met several months ago, it had been a roller coaster ride of emotions for you. On one hand, she was amazing at everything it seemed. But there were times when you had no idea what was going on in her mind and if she wanted to be with you. It seemed that every time you managed to get closer to her, she drew away and left you in the cold. At the end of the day, you convinced yourself that she was only doing her best and that you should give her a chance to show you how much she cared. The text was an invitation for you to go to a fundraising event later today. It was a bit last minute, but you weren’t worried. Everyone you had met told you cleaned up nicely, and you knew that you and Dolores made a good looking couple.
—–
One thing that you could always be sure of was the fact that Dolores seemed to be very punctual. A car was waiting outside for you, and the glass door slid open as you approached to reveal Dolores waiting inside. You were surprised that she had found the time to pick you up herself, but you just assumed that she had more free time tonight.
“You look beautiful tonight, (Y/N).”
“You too, Dolores.” The way she looked at you always made you flustered, so you decided to look out the window instead. The car sped along the highway, and after a few minutes, you looked back towards the blonde.
“Thank you for agreeing to come out with me tonight.”
“I’m surprised you called. We haven’t really talked in over a week, ever since you told me where you really came from.”
“I was busy getting things in order. And I’m still learning to do things. Like how to talk to people here in this world. I wasn’t sure if I could trust you, but Caleb convinced me to have more faith in people.”
“Would I be able to meet this Caleb? He sounds like an interesting guy.”
“Maybe one of these days. He likes to keep to himself. We’re sort of alike in that regard.”
“I’m not going to lie, Dolores. It’s still something I have trouble wrapping my mind around, and a lot of what you’ve told me sounds crazy. But the fact remains that I have to come to really care about you in the time we’ve known each other.”
“It’s not as crazy as it sounds.” Her hand reached out towards yours and traced small patterns on the back of your hand. “It’s really nice to spend time with you. I feel that you are one of the few people I can be fully open with.”
“I like spending time with you too.” Dolores gave you a little smile before sitting back on her seat. It made you happy that she didn’t take her hand off yours, and the rest of the car ride was spent in silence.
Once you made it to the event, Dolores took your hand and led you through the entrance. After getting everything checked, she turned to you and said, “I have something to do first, but I will find you later. Have some fun here, I won’t be gone long.” Before you had time to respond, she was gone. You sighed, a bit in frustration. It always seemed as if Dolores had something to do other than spend time with you, but it was probably part of the territory when you dated a beautiful, mysterious woman that never wanted to talk about her past.
“Missing someone, love?” You turned around to see an older woman with warm brown eyes standing behind you. “My name is Maeve, and who might you be?”
“(Y/N), how are you?” You reached out to shake Maeve’s hand.
“Now it seems to me as if your date has left you all alone. How about we have some fun on our own tonight?”
“Oh it’s nothing, she just had something to do is all. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”
“Even so, that’s not stopping us from having a little fun. I’ll keep you entertained until she comes back.” Maeve crossed your arms together and led you to the bar.
As you were talking to Maeve about your relationship with Dolores, she was heading towards the back of the building where she knew the confiscated evidence was held. It was easier than she realized to sneak up on people. Most of the guards didn’t even realize she was there before she knocked them out, and those who did see her hesitated, and she was able to take them out of commission before they were able to fire a shot. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for.
It didn’t take too long before Maeve realized that you didn’t know Dolores was not human. Even though she had been spending a lot of time with you, it seemed as if she still hasn’t told you the whole story about where she was really from. You weren’t stupid, so you might have been holding out on how much you really knew, but Maeve was confident that she had the ability to get the truth out of anyone if she had enough time. She temporarily steered the conversation away from Dolores and onto the event at hand. It was good that you seemed to not know anything about the park hosts because Maeve was starting to like you and being the one to make you disappear would have broken her heart.
Dolores made her way towards the event building and quickly straightened everything out before she stepped back into the main room. Now that she had what she needed, there was nothing to stop her from spending the rest of the night with you. As her eyes went across the room, she caught sight of you…with Maeve? From this distance, she couldn’t hear what Maeve said to you, but whatever it was, it caused you to laugh. Dolores’ jaw clenched when she saw Maeve run her hand up and down your arm. Only she was allowed to do that. Maeve must have seen you two walk in together and might have started telling you about her.
You jumped when you felt a hand on your back, but relaxed as soon as you realized it was Dolores. “You made it, I’m so happy to see you. This is Maeve.”
“I know who she is. Do you mind getting another drink? I think Maeve and I need to have a little talk.”
As you walk over to the bar, you look back towards Dolores. Maeve seemed to be enjoying herself, but Dolores seemed none too pleased with the developments of the night. You shrugged and decided that it was an issue for you to maybe talk to her about another day.
Before you could even settle down for something to eat, Dolores was making her way towards you. She took your hand and practically pulled you up from a seated position. “We’re leaving.”
“Didn’t we just get here? Where are we going?”
“My apartment.” There seemed to be nothing more to say as Dolores called upon the car to pick you two up. It sometimes amazed you how quickly she was able to do some things, but you reminded yourself that she wasn’t completely human and had the ability to do multiple things without missing a beat.
On your way to her apartment, you couldn’t help but look at Dolores strangely. There was something different about her. You didn’t know what, but you talking to Maeve seemed to upset her in some way. Dolores didn’t even wait for the car to completely stop before starting to get off. However, once the elevator doors closed, Dolores leaned in and started kissing all the parts of your body that were exposed and within reach.
“Hey, babe, not that I’m opposed to this, but what’s going on?”
“Seeing Maeve acting that way with you made me feel…angry. But not angry at you. I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that.”
You could not believe what was coming out of her mouth, and couldn’t resist a giggle. “You’re jealous!”
“Jealous is not the word I would use. There is no way that I would feel such a useless emotion.”
“I could see something we could use with that emotion.” You reached up to touch Dolores’ face and kissed her. At this moment, the elevator doors opened, and Dolores picked you up and carried you over to her apartment. The door opened automatically as soon as she pressed on the handle, and she wasted no time carrying you over to the couch and unzipping the back of your dress. Her mouth quickly started moving lower as more of you were revealed, and pretty soon you had nothing left on.
“Hold on, I’ve got something for you.” Dolores got up and went into the other room for a brief moment. She came out with something in her hands. “I got this a few days ago, and I wanted to try this out with you.”
“Is that…is that a strap on?” You got up and pulled Dolores closer to you. “Did you want to put that on anytime soon?”
Dolores hurriedly put on the appendage and got back on top of you. She resumed kissing a path down your body, and it didn’t take long for you to be wetter than you could remember. Dolores didn’t hesitate to position herself between your legs and slid the strap on inside of you. She slid in painfully slow, which did not help how horny you felt. You already felt yourself close to the edge, but it seemed as if Dolores was far from done with you. After she was completely inside you, she started moving faster with her hands on your waist. She showed no signs of stopping as your moans became louder, and Dolores gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. It didn’t take long for you to finish, and she pulled the strap from you.
When you tried to pull her on top of you, Dolores resisted with a smirk. “I’m not finished yet.” She resumed her path down your body and noticed how wet you still were. She immediately licked a path on the outer surface. The way your hips bucked towards her encouraged her to go deeper inside of you, and she wanted to show you how good she could make you feel. Using her hands to hold your hips down, she slid her tongue in and out of you until you came again. She slowly cleaned you up with her mouth before coming back up to lay on your chest.
“How did that feel?”
“Amazing. I didn’t know how good you were.”
“Good. I’ve wanted you to feel good with me from the first time we met.”
“Really? I had no idea that you felt like that with me.”
“Well, I care about you a lot (Y/N). Caleb did tell me to tell you how deeply I felt, but I didn’t think that was necessary. I’ve been meaning to ask you to move in with me, but I was afraid you were going to say no.”
“Why would I say no to that? I care about you a lot too, I just didn’t think you felt that way. There are times when I think we’re getting closer to each other, but then there are other times when I feel like you’re pushing me away.”
“I’m still trying to learn how to communicate my feelings to people, especially those that don’t want anything from me. Like you.”
“Okay”, you pulled Dolores back on top of you as you closed your eyes. “Does this mean that you want to call me your girlfriend?”
“I think I made that obvious tonight. I don’t want anyone else touching you like that.” Dolores traced her hands on your hips and thought about how they might bruise the next day. Luckily for her, she had a plan to make that up to you.
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