Sorry if this is way too dirty but I rlly can’t stop thinking about Natasha sat in Carol’s lap, maybe in sum lingerie. And just grabbing her jaw like so her fingers and thumb dig into Carol’s cheeks until carol opens her mouth so she can spit into it. The idea is sending meeeeeee
“Those hands move, and I stop. You understand me?” Natasha spoke firmly from where she was standing at the bottom of the bed. She looked a vision of sin, red curls tumbling over her shoulders, lust-blown green eyes scanning greedily over the sight in front of her and dark, lace lingerie barely covering her body.
Despite the fact she was fully clothed and her girlfriend wasn’t sparing any of her dignity in her favourite underwear, Carol couldn’t help but feel on the back foot. Natasha was looking at her like she was a piece of meat, darkened eyes staring her into submission so that she didn’t actually need to be told to keep her hands behind her back to do it. She could feel excitement brewing in the pit of her stomach as she simply sat on the edge of the mattress and waited in silence, nodding her head in understanding of Natasha’s question.
The gesture earned her the smallest of smiles as Natasha took a step closer so she was able to reach out and drag her index finger down Carol’s cheek, “Do you need a safe word, Принцесса?”
There was an almost sinister glint in Natasha’s eye, like she’d only asked the question to rile Carol up for what was next. It was Carol’s first instinct to make a snappy remark but for once she decided to bite her tongue, knowing she would never get what she was already aching for if she was to try and be sassy.
Shaking her head gently, Carol smiled, “I’m all yours baby.”
Natasha simply hummed in response, stepping closer so she was now between Carol’s knees as she moved her hand to rest it on the blonde’s shoulder and squeeze, “Does that mean you’re going to be good for me?”
“Of course.” Carol didn’t miss a beat before answering, her smile widening as she looked up at Natasha.
“You’re uncharacteristically compliant tonight.” observed Natasha, a small laugh sounding from the back of her throat as she shuffled onto the bed with her legs astride Carol’s lap. Once she was comfortable, she moved her hands to comb them through either side of Carol’s hair, forcing her head back slightly as she pressed her lips to Carol’s cheek, “You must really be desperate for me to fuck you if you’re being so well behaved.”
Carol’s eyes drifted closed at the words, the combination of Natasha’s body pressed so perfectly against her and the way her hot breath hit Carol’s cheek as she spoke, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The urge to reach forward and run her hands over every inch of exposed skin was overwhelming. Natasha’s breasts were already spilling out of the lace cups of her bra but Carol could only focus on how badly she wanted to pull them down further and get her mouth on Natasha’s body. She desperately wanted to just push Natasha’s panties to one side and touch her, feel Natasha arch into her and find out if the other woman was just as soaked as she was.
It was like Natasha could hear Carol’s brain ticking, the trace of a smirk painting her lips as she gripped both of Carol’s shoulders with a firm squeeze and pressed another wet kiss to the side of her face, “Are you thinking of doing something bad, Carol?”
A shaky breath forced its way from Carol’s lungs, squeezing her eyes shut and tightening her fists behind her back as Natasha’s hands started to roam over her body, and her lips continued to work down the side of her neck. As soon as Natasha’s hands reached the bottom of Carol’s shirt, she tugged the item over her head and threw it to one side, Carol’s bra quickly following in the same direction. Natasha’s hands moved to cover Carol’s breasts instead, groping and squeezing at the newly exposed flesh.
The moan that Carol let out when Natasha pinched down on one of her nipples sounded desperate. She was stuck in the most torturous pleasure of her life, desperately trying to focus on some restraint and not allow everything Natasha was doing to her to get the better of her.
Natasha couldn’t help but notice her girlfriend’s struggle to keep still, breaking away from her work on Carol’s neck to look her in the eye with a mischievous grin, “You are being good tonight, aren’t you?”
Panting for breath as she attempted to recover from Natasha’s assault on her body, Carol actually pouted as she nodded her head in response, hoping that maybe it would get Natasha to show mercy on her. However the look that came over Natasha’s face next, made Carol think that maybe it was just as dangerous to be doing exactly as she was told.
“You really want me to touch you that bad?” Asked Natasha quietly, pushing down into Carol’s lap with a roll of her hips as she rested her hands either side of Carol’s neck. The action earned her a small whine from the woman beneath her, something Natasha silenced by bringing their lips together and pushing her tongue forward to meet the blonde’s. Carol moaned gratefully into Natasha’s mouth as she felt her pushing down into her again. She was so turned on it was bordering on uncomfortable, and Natasha seemed to be enjoying it enormously as she broke away from the kiss with a smirk.
“I bet you’d let me do anything to you right now, wouldn’t you?”
Carol swallowed as she tried to regain the ability to speak, turning into the touch as Natasha’s fingernails scraped lightly over the back of her neck, “Always.”
Natasha made an almost inaudible sound of approval before her hand took hold of Carol’s face and pulled her forward for another deep kiss. She pushed herself forward into it, using the height advantage of being in Carol’s lap to take control of the embrace so that her hand cupping Carol’s chin was the only saving grace in keeping her upright. But Carol couldn’t bring herself to care about who was in charge, the only thing that mattered was Natasha’s warm tongue pushing its way forcefully into her mouth and the gentle rock of her hips against Carol’s body.
Reaching down towards Carol’s breast, Natasha rolled one of her nipples between her fingers as she pulled back from the kiss to allow Carol to groan out in appreciation, maintaining a tight hold of Carol’s face with her other hand to keep the blonde close, “I think you’d just let anyone touch you right now wouldn’t you?”
Carol shook her head hurriedly from side to side, “Just you Nat. Always just you.”
“Really?” Natasha’s fingers tightened around the bottom of Carol’s face as she broke into another smirk, “You sure you don’t want anyone else to have you?”
Shaking her head again, Carol leaned forward to try and reattach their lips, whining in disappointment when Natasha moved herself just out of reach, “Only yours. Nat, I swear.”
“хорошая девушка, that’s what I like to hear,” praised Natasha quietly, ducking her head enough to brush her lips lightly over Carol’s. As soon as Carol tried to kiss her back, Natasha would pull back to stop her, breaking into a sly grin by the third or fourth attempt.
“Nat.” groaned Carol, pouting a little as for the first time that evening she started to get impatient, wiggling a little underneath the other woman as she attempted to reach up and rejoin their lips.
“You want something?” Asked Natasha lowly, grinding down harder into Carol’s lap and moaning quietly at the way the other woman’s pants rubbed against the fabric of her underwear. Having Carol completely at her mercy was already enough of a turn on but the added friction made sure Natasha had definitely soaked through her panties by now. Her fingers pinched harder at Carol’s cheeks as a shiver travelled down her spine with another snap of her hips. Both women were breathing heavily by now, Natasha’s mouth still unbearably close to Carol’s but her vice like grip on the blonde’s face prevented her from pressing their lips together.
“I know what you want.” muttered Natasha, catching Carol’s lower lip briefly between her teeth as she rocked her hips again, “You want me to use you tonight, don’t you?”
Carol moaned at that, face contorting into some halfway point between pleasure and frustration as she searched her mind for any remaining self control to just keep her hands in place. “Fuck- yes, please.”
“Dirty girl.” chuckled Natasha quietly, sitting up slightly so she was looking down on Carol. The usual bright sparkle to Natasha’s eyes had been completely replaced by blown pupils and a much darkened shade of green. She looked almost hungry for something, a borderline intimidating smirk playing across her lips as she pressed her thumb and forefinger into each of Carol’s cheeks with more force, “Open up for me.”
Complying immediately, Carol allowed Natasha to force her mouth open, sticking her tongue out slightly for good measure. With a firm hold on Carol’s face, Natasha sat up straighter, her eyes locked with the other woman’s in an intense stare as her face hovered above Carol’s. For her part, Carol was aching for Natasha to just do something, the throb between her legs and the arousal sweeping her body becoming impossible to ignore. She didn’t have to wait long for Natasha to act, craning her neck so her lips were just above Carol’s and with a flicker of a smirk, she spat into Carol’s waiting mouth.
Eyes drifting closed, Carol knew it was wrong how much the action turned her on, feeling Natasha’s grip on her face loosen enough that she could close her mouth again. Almost immediately Natasha rewarded Carol with a kiss, deep and hard and rough so that it had every hair on the back of Carol’s neck standing on end.
The kiss didn’t last long, Natasha pulling back again and grinning down at the other woman. She pushed Carol’s hair back from her face, tilting her head back as she stroked her fingers through blonde locks.
“You’re so good for me, baby. I think you’ve earned a reward.” said Natasha quietly, pressing a final searing kiss to Carol’s lips before pushing her girlfriend forcefully in the chest so she toppled back against the mattress, “Hands above your head for me.”
Doing as she was told, Carol relaxed flat on her back and raised her hands into position. Natasha waited until Carol was in in place before moving, shuffling further up the bed gradually until she was hovering above Carol with her knees either side of her head. Carol’s mouth practically started to water, only the flimsy piece of damp lace between her lips and Natasha’s pussy making her eager for what was about to happen next.
Natasha looked down at the woman between her legs, tugging gently on Carol’s hair and nodding her head downward with a quirk of her eyebrow, “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.”
Note: Merry Christmas! This one’s inspired by this hp fanart :) Also, biggest shoutout to Shannon (aka @starslikecandlelight) for keeping this blog alive with the Hogwarts AU because Abby and I are swamped with shitty life things.
любимая = beloved
Carol picks up knitting in the middle of October.
Natasha finds it suspicious (and vaguely alarming, if she's being honest) — Carol has never expressed any form of interest in crafts, she's never had the patience to sit down for hours at a time just to pore over tiny projects like these. So when Carol turns down an offer to spend time at Hogsmeade together, she puts her foot down and smuggles herself into the Gryffindor common room, where she finds Carol curled in the overstuffed armchair beside the fire, with spools of yarn spilling out of her arms and across the floor. Liho sticks his head out of her pocket and lets out a tiny 'mrrow' of delight, diving out to join Goose, who's already happily tangled in the thick black string and purring away contentedly.
"Carol?" Natasha blinks at the sight before her; Carol lets out a yelp of shock as she launches herself out of her chair so violently that the spools are sent flying halfway across the room, she tugs her wand out hastily and murmurs "Accio", and tries to stuff them back into her robes pockets — not that it matters, Natasha's seen enough.
"What are you doing?" Natasha fights back a giggle of amusement while Carol tries to wrestle both cats out of their nests (the cats win, and Carol sighs as she releases the ball of yarn in her hand, letting them bat it across the common room).
"Nothing!"
Natasha raises an eyebrow, skeptical already - whatever she's just walked in on certainly isn’t 'nothing', but Carol's already blushing, hard, so she lets it go (for now), and instead chooses to drag a weakly-protesting Carol out into the cool autumn air.
Two months later, she finds out what Carol's been busy with for all this time - she wakes up on Christmas morning curled under Carol's blankets in the Gryffindor dormitory, and Carol tosses a haphazardly-wrapped package into her lap. She looks tired — Natasha can see the dark circles under her eyes, and her golden-brown hair sticks up at the top of her head, still mussed up from sleep, but Carol's beaming so brightly at her that Natasha can't help but return it instinctively, running her fingers over the present in her arms.
"Thank you," she murmurs, leaning up to press a kiss to Carol's cheek, and Carol flushes, her cheeks turning pale pink — it's so endearing, Natasha thinks fondly, to know that she can draw a reaction like this out of Carol, even after they've been dating for five months.
Carol squirms impatiently when Nat turns her attention back to her gift, her fingers tearing at the tape carefully. "Just open it, already."
"Impatient," she teases, but rips it apart obligingly. Goose, watching from the foot of the bed, pounces for the tiny shreds when she discards it, and a thick, green-and-silver striped scarf falls out into her lap. She runs her hands through it, revelling in how warm and soft it feels under her palm, and smiles up at Carol.
"Thank you, любимая."
Carol shrugs, suddenly shy. "There’s more."
"More?" she shakes the scarf out, laughing in delight when a tinier version falls out into her waiting palm - it's too small for a human, certainly, but just the right size for a cat. She glances up at Carol, who's beaming down at her proudly.
"For Liho. Or -" she breaks off, twining the larger scarf around Nat's neck to pull her close. "Or for you."
And Natasha rolls her eyes, but she can't help the huff of amusement that escapes her.
I’m dating a dork, she shakes her head, but lets Carol tuck her head under her chin anyway. Cuddled up to Carol like this, she can hear her girlfriend's heartbeat beneath her ear, and the scarf around her is so cozy, so she lets herself close her eyes, relaxing into the embrace.
Summary: In which Carol and Natasha accidentally adopts another cat.
Note: This HC takes place Post-Hogwarts, after Carol and Natasha moved in together. This is what PB looks like :3 and this incorrect quote was included.
In collaboration with @starslikecandlelight
Natasha is the one who brings PB home.
It's the height of winter, and she sees him hiding amongst the bushes outside their home when she returns home from the London Sorcery Library, her brain aching after a long day of sitting at her desk, poring over ancient tomes and manuscripts that she needs for her thesis. Three weeks away from Christmas, the streets are blanketed with snow, and she's shivering even through the lined jacket Carol had bought her. She can't imagine how utterly cold the tiny kitten must feel, huddled in a snowdrift, without a mama cat or littermates to keep it safe and warm. It stares up at her, its baby-grey eyes wide and terrified, and it's shaking so badly that Natasha can't help herself — she crouches next to it slowly, careful not to startle it any further, and reaches out a hand.
"Hi, baby," she murmurs, smiling slightly when it stretches out to give her fingers a tiny, cautious sniff; it lets out a plaintive mew when she pulls away, and she scratches at the top of its head with a finger. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here, just hang on, okay?"
She scoops it out of its tiny nest of snow and tucks it into her jacket to keep it warm — its fur is so dirty and matted that she can't even tell what colour it is under all that muck, and she's pretty sure that she can see fleas all over it. When it nuzzles against her chest, she can see the mud rubbing off into her shirt, and she winces, resigning herself to yet another ruined blouse in one week.
The kitten raises its head warily when she lets her apartment door swing shut behind her with a quiet click, and meows up at her. Carol, who'd been so occupied in her book that she hasn't noticed Natasha's return glances up at that, her eyes darting straight to the squirming bundle in her hands at once.
"Is that a kitten?" She sets her book face-down carefully on the wooden crate that serves as their table and bounds over to Natasha, and Natasha rolls her eyes good-naturedly and sighs.
"Hi, thanks for the welcome home, oh, my day was great, and yes, I found a kitten." She accepts the kiss that Carol presses to her cheek in apology before glancing down at the cat in her arms.
"Nat, we have two cats."
Liho and Goose are already pawing at her legs, eager to meet the new addition into their home, and Natasha presses the kitten firmly against her — Merlin forbid their two other cats end up with fleas, as well.
"I know."
"We have one bedroom."
"I know."
"Nat," Carol begins again. "We can't keep it."
The kitten lets out a tiny squeak, followed by a sneeze.
"We're not keeping him — not permanently, at least," Nat decides firmly. "We're just fostering him until he gets old enough to be given away, okay?"
"We're not naming it."
"Nope."
"We're not getting attached."
"Nope."
And Carol relaxes, stroking the kitten gently before plucking it straight out of Natasha's arms; Natasha can hear her cooing at it even through the bathroom door, "Alright, welcome to your new temporary home, lil' buddy. I'm just going to give you a nice, warm bath to get rid of all these bugs, okay? You're safe now."
*
One month later, Natasha realises that they might be in trouble.
The kitten is always underfoot, he (they've graduated from an 'it' to a 'he', now) adores being carried by both Natasha and Carol, and Carol's taken to carrying him around their tiny apartment, tucked into the hood of her jacket. Liho and Goose both love him, already - she's walked in on the three of them napping together in the cat tree, the tiny newest addition tucked in between the both of them.
"He's going to get himself into trouble someday," she warns Carol one morning when Carol sets him on the kitchen table, dropping a kiss to Natasha's forehead before turning to grab herself a cup of tea. The kitten scrambles across towards Natasha happily - a tiny fluffy ball of pale orange fur tottering on unsteady legs - and Natasha can't help but smile, abandoning her breakfast to play with him, letting him bat at her fingers until he stumbles up onto her plate and rolls over into her peanut butter sandwich.
She lets out a yelp of alarm, and Carol, standing by the sink with her cup in her hand, can't help but snort out a laugh.
Carol," she whines, picking the kitten up from her plate - he looks so adorably confused and upset at the sticky brown substance in his paws and all over his fur, she winces at the long, orange strands left in the bread, resigning herself ruefully to making a second breakfast. "It's not funny!"
Carol accepts the kitten, still grinning broadly when she reaches down to grab the kitten shampoo they've stashed under their sink, shushing the kitten when he begins to meow in protest.
"We gotta clean you up, peanut butter monster," she murmurs softly as he wriggles in her grasp, flailing at the sides of the sink. "You're all gross, now. And you owe my girlfriend a meal, too."
Natasha watches — Carol is so soft around him, so gentle, it makes her heart clench in her chest, and she's already dreading the idea of having to give the kitten away.
*
Natasha hears Carol slip up two weeks after the Sandwich Incident, as she's dubbed it in her head.
She comes home after a long meeting with Professor Mcgonagall back in Hogwarts, her head still spinning slightly from the floo travel when she steps out of the tiny fireplace in their apartment, brushing herself off. Carol's playing with the cats in their bedroom, she can hear her talking to Liho and Goose, and — peanut butter?
"You called the kitten peanut butter?" She shoves the stack of parchment that makes up her thesis into their shared bookshelf, wincing slightly when it dislodges another book and sends it crashing to the ground, then flings herself on top of their bedcovers behind Carol, cuddling up to her. Carol turns to kiss her once, twice before pulling away.
"Well, I can't call him sticky brown nut juice, can I?"
Natasha groans, burying her face into Carol's shoulder — her girlfriend is a dork — before mumbling, "We promised not to name him."
"Oops?" But Carol doesn't look apologetic at all. "We can't keep calling him cat or kitty for the rest of his stay, Nat."
"It's a terrible name."
"Well, I think it's cute — he's so fat and tubby, it fits him!"
Carol continues calling him 'peanut butter'.
Natasha refuses to address him by that name.
(To her utter dismay, the kitten seems to respond to it, running up to carol whenever his name is called.)
*
She slips up three days before they've decided to put up adoption notices for him. Carol should be at quidditch practice, and her shift at the bookstore had ended, for once, right on time, and she's in an exceptionally good mood.
"Hi PB, mama's home," she picks him up, cradling him to her chest, savouring the way he tucks himself into her neck and purrs — she doesn't even realise what she's just said until she hears Carol clear her throat from where she's sitting in the kitchen, Goose curled up at her feet.
"Hi PB, mama's home?" she raises an eyebrow as she stands up, and Natasha can't help the flush that rises up her neck and into her cheeks.
"What happened to practice?"
"Half the team is down with the flu," Carol replies easily, pulling Natasha into her arms. "What happened to 'it's a terrible name'?"
PB squirms his way in between them before curling up on Carol's shoulder, a tiny, purring puddle of fur, and Natasha strokes his back gently.
"Well — we can't keep calling him kitten."
"No," Carol smiles down at her, and Natasha nuzzles herself deeper into her embrace.
"Our baby needs a name," she mumbles, and when she tilts her head up to meet Carol's eyes, she can see that Carol's grin has widened.
"We're not giving him up, then."
And Natasha shakes her head, feeling something warm pool deep in her chest when their kitten closes his eyes, her gentle touch already lulling him to sleep.
MCU, give me more Black Widow and snazzy undercover outfits! the haircut is totally stolen from Chris Samnee, who draws the most beautiful and badass Nat imo
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