You thought your life with Steve Rogers was what love looked like. But love isn’t quiet disappointment or fading into the background. It’s soft hands when you’re breaking. It’s someone who sees you, even when you don’t see yourself. And just maybe, it’s Natasha Romanoff, waiting for you to see her too.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Epilogue
Meet The Parents (One Shot)
Handle With Care (One Shot)
Off The Record (Series: Ongoing)
She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.
It starts with chaos in a pink harness and a trainer who makes obedience sound like a love language. It ends with Natasha finally understanding what it means to be chosen and choosing to stay.
Yelena’s Home (One Shot)
Emergency Contact (One Shot)
A Black Widow and a paramedic walk into a crisis… sparks fly, and every date ends in explosions, sirens, or stitches.
Crisis Management (Mini Series: Finished)
Your assigned to make Natasha Romanoff more ‘relateable’. Somewhere along the way you forget your job was to fix her image, not fall in love with it.
One, Two, Three, Four
Claw & Order (Mini Series: Finished)
Natasha Romanoff is being accused of grand theft feline. The evidence? A very smug tabby. The problem? She kinda loves him now.
One, Two, Three, Four
Matching Napkins & Mixed Feelings (One Shot)
A story of a fake date with real chemistry and absolutely zero self control.
Marriage Proposals & Miscommunications (One Shot)
A story of a proposal tangled in miscommunications and weaponised orgasms. (Unofficial sequel to Matching Napkins & Mixed Feelings)
Fur Better or Worse (Mini Series: Finished)
Natasha Romanoff has survived aliens, norse gods and the world ending and now her cat is apparently on a mission to ruin her life, one litter at a time.
One, Two, Three
High Risk, Higher Maintenance (Series: Ongoing)
Natasha’s orders: protect the brat politician’s lonely wife. The twist? She might actually like her. (Don’t tell Fury)
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Natasha and Katya get caught mid-make out by their teammates. Many times. (AKA, their teammates pussyblock the Russians)
• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova)
• Wordcount: 5.6k
• Warnings: making out, almost-smut, sexual talk, very spicy
•A/N: I wanted to do more scenarios, but ran out of time. I can totally do a second part, because I really enjoyed writing this. The last one is probably my favorite. Let me know if you would want more, and give me ideas for scenarios :)
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Tony
Who even remembered how it started? Katya didn't. Most of the time, the smallest things turned her and Natasha into feral dogs that needed a fuck.
She guessed that Natasha simply woke up with the female version of morning wood, and didn't have Katya next to her in the bed to solve that problem. So she came to find her. And Katya just happened to be in the kitchen, making breakfast.
''Baby, slow down,'' Katya panted, treading her fingers in Natasha's hair as the woman kissed and sucked at her neck. ''I haven't even had my coffee yet.''
''I need you.''
Katya's stomach twisted. Something about seeing her badass, independent girlfriend so desperate for her only made her hornier.
The countertop was cold beneath her thighs, warming by the minute as it swallowed the heat from her skin. Her sleep shorts had ridden up, completely covered by the oversized hoodie that she stole from the floor on Natasha's side of the bed.
Her body pulsed, and despite her pleads for Natasha to slow down, she felt herself scooting closer to the edge of the countertop.
''Then take me. I'm yours.''
She swore she heard a growl somewhere deep in Natasha's chest, right before the redhead plunged her mouth onto hers. It was needy, messy. Natasha's hands slipped underneath her hoodie, sliding over the bare skin of her stomach, gripping and squeezing her boobs. Desperate, hungry.
Katya tried her best to keep her moans down, but Natasha knew her body like the back of her hand. All the right places were touched, the right buttons pressed, and she felt her underwear growing slicker and slicker.
Cold air nipped at her skin when Natasha started to push up her hoodie. It brought Katya back enough to realize that her girlfriend was about to expose her in the shared kitchen. She opened her eyes, scrambling to push the fabric down.
''No. Someone could walk in.'' Her eyes flickered towards the doorway. It didn't even hold a door. It was just a hole in the wall into the hallway. It was early, sure, but none of their teammates had a good sleeping schedule.
A smirk spread across Natasha's swollen lips, her eyes wild. ''And they'll be blessed.''
''No.'' Katya did her best to deliver a strict glare while her heartbeat thumped between her legs. ''You can suck on my tits in private. Not here.''
''Fine,'' Natasha grumbled, grabbing two handfuls of Katya's ass instead and yanking her flush against her stomach. A yelp fell off her lips, her thighs squealing against the marble. ''If you don't want anyone coming in here, then you better stay quiet.''
Katya pulled on Natasha's hair until it tipped her head back, then she lowered her lips to her ear. ''Try me.''
As if she couldn't wait another second, Natasha forced a hand between their bodies and roughly shoved it down the front of Katya's shorts. At the first touch, Katya was bucking and nearly failing the challenge instantly. She muffled her sounds into a kiss, sucking on Natasha's lips until they were bloodshot. Her eyes closed, and all she could focus on was the sensations between her legs.
Her fault, really, for being so consumed by it that she lost all sense of her surroundings.
''You guys do know that this is the communal kitchen, right? Emphasis on communal.''
The two women startled so badly that they almost knocked their heads together.
''Tony!'' Katya shrieked, tugging her hoodie as far down as it went, covering her thighs and Natasha's hand. Heat crept up her neck. Her lust dissolved into embarrassment.
''Jesus, fuck!'' Natasha exclaimed, turning her back to him and shielding Katya from his sight. ''How long have you been standing there, you freak?!''
''Long enough to know that I'm gonna need to barge into your bedroom later if I want to see some chest action.'' He smirked, casually leaning against the doorpost with a mug of coffee in his hand. His eyes had not left them once.
''That's disgusting. You're gross,'' Katya snapped. She desperately wanted off this counter and out of this compromising position, but Natasha couldn't pull her hand out without accidentally flashing Tony how wet her fingers were.
''Hey, if there's a free show, I'm going to watch it. And if I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw money at it.'' At last, he decided to leave them alone, pushing off from the doorpost and taking a step back. ''Just wipe everything down after you're done, or Clint will lick the counters clean, thinking it's spilled milk again.''
Natasha made a gagging sound. ''Okay, now I'm officially turned off.''
Tony grinned. ''You're welcome. Enjoy, ladies!'' Then he was gone, having ruined the mood, what should have been a decent fuck, and the idea of kitchen sex for the forseeable future.
Steve
Tony threw another party. This time, it was for… Nobody knew. Nobody cared. Steve wasn't the biggest fan of them. Too much of an introvert to enjoy the dozens of people eager to talk to him, or the music that was a tad too loud. So, he found himself at the bar, sipping his beer. Alone. It was a welcome moment of reprieve.
''Ah, crap.''
Steve looked over at the bartender, or what he could see of him anyway. Only his short, dark hair stuck out above the bar. ''You need help there?''
The bartender sighed, rummaging through the cupboards. ''Ran out of olives. Thought I had more here. Turns out, I don't.''
Steve frowned. For such a high-end party, one would expect the bartender to be well aware of such shortages beforehand. Where was Natasha, anyway? She usually manned the bar.
''I'll get you some from the storage room,'' he offered, eager for a moment of solitude. If only briefly.
The bartender smiled. ''Thanks, Cap.''
~~~~
Natasha chuckled, a high-pitched sound that closely resembled a giggle. ''We're too drunk for this.''
''Nooo, we're fine,'' Katya giggled, but she stumbled over her own feet and knocked a can of beans off a shelf with her elbow. It clattered onto the ground loudly, rolling around until it came to a stop with a clang. Both assassins froze, glancing at the door before bursting out in giggles again, trying feebly to shush each other.
Natasha grabbed Katya's face and drew her lips to her own again, shutting her up, craving her taste. It was a clash of laughs and hungry kisses, as messy as they were themselves. Sweaty, hot, and very drunk.
They weren't even sure how they ended up here, between all the food. It probably had to do with the alcohol in their system that made them horny, and the fact that both their dresses left very little to the imagination. One of them—they didn't remember who initiated it—dragged the other out of the party. And now they were here, in the storage closet.
Two gays in a closet, very ironic.
''You're so sexy,'' Natasha rasped, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed at Katya's body—her dress, her hips. Tugging her closer, pushing her backwards, rattling the storage shelves as her spine collided with it.
''Oh, yeah?'' Katya grinned, eyelids droopy from the alcohol.
''Very, fucking sexy. I could eat you alive.'' Natasha pretended to bite a chunk out of Katya's neck, scraping her teeth over her sweltering skin. Katya squirmed, shrieking and then moaning softly when Natasha's hot tongue dragged over the bite mark she left. A shudder wrecked her body, weakening her already unstable legs.
''Can you do that somewhere else?'' She breathed, gripping Natasha's shoulders and trying to push her down to the floor. But the redhead didn't budge.
''What do we say when we want something?'' Natasha smirked. Despite her slightly glassy eyes, she could still play her role well. Katya rolled her eyes, but she stiffened when Natasha's fingertips dug into her jaw. A bolt of electricity shot between her legs. ''We certainly don't do that.''
Katya sighed as loudly as she dared, hanging the weight of her drunken body into her girlfriend's hand. ''Natalia, can you please eat me out?''
Natasha's smile widened. ''Sure, baby.'' She let go of Katya's jaw and sank to her knees, and Katya would have collapsed if it weren't for her quick acting. Hoisting one of the brunette's legs over her shoulder, Natasha supported the other hip with a strong hand, keeping her upright against the storage shelves.
Katya's breath hitched. Seeing her hot, strong-willed, domineering girlfriend on her knees for her never failed to make her even hornier. She needed her, and she needed her now. The smug smirk on Natasha's face told her that she knew exactly what effect she had on her.
''Do you want this?'' Natasha asked, her free hand toying with the short hem of Katya's dress, ready to push it up and over her hips the second she got consent.
''I do. Please.'' Katya threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't take it anymore.
But she would never receive her orgasm in the storage closet. Because right when her hips were free of their confinement, the bottom of her dress gathered around the smallest part of her waist, the door opened.
Everybody shrieked. Katya scrambled to get her leg off Natasha's shoulder. Natasha yanked at Katya's dress. Limbs got stuck, alcohol knocked them off balance. Katya fell into the shelves. Natasha fell on top of her, covering her modesty and, as a consequence, almost flashing her own ass to Steve.
It was a wreck. Pathetic and pitiful. All they wanted was sex. And all that Steve wanted were olives.
''Oh, dear god!'' He exclaimed, throwing his arms up to block his view and respectfully turning his head away. His cheeks were fiery red, and he shifted uncomfortably in his spot. He wanted to leave, but not before addressing the situation. ''What are you doing in the storage room?''
''Wasn't that obvious, Steve?'' Natasha huffed, clambering to her feet clumsily, gripping the shelves for support. She checked Katya first, covering her up before helping her stand. They gripped each other's hands for balance, stumbling in their impossibly high heels as the world spun.
''Right, yes.'' He stuttered, hands still in front of his eyes. ''I just need some olives. Then I'll be out of your hair.''
Natasha took a look at him and laughed, forgiving him for interrupting, because whatever apology he was about to spew couldn't be better than his appearance. His tomato red face, the uncomfortable grimace on his face—she ate it up. ''What's the matter? Never seen two women fuck before?''
Katya chuckled. Steve didn't like vulgar words, let alone getting teased with them.
''Well. Almost fuck. Since you so rudely barged in.'' Natasha smirked.
''My apologies'' He stammered. ''I promise, I didn't see anything indecent.''
''You're good. Get your olives, we'll go somewhere else. Somewhere more… stable.'' Natasha tugged Katya along, past Steve, who scrambled away from them like accidentally touching them would be a sin. He only uncovered his eyes when he was sure that they were gone. Their drunk laughter would haunt him for a whole week.
Clint
Katya stalked through the halls of SHIELD HQ, her bright orange jumpsuit standing out painfully between all the black and grey around her. Agents stopped their work to stare. Conversations died down. She paid them no mind, smiling at Clint as they caught up on the walk back to her room.
Undercover work was fun, especially when it involved staying at a max security women's prison for three weeks, but Katya missed showering without being watched, a soft bed, and meals with actual vitamins.
''You know, Nat has been restless all month,'' Clint said as they stepped out of the elevator, sharing a knowing look with her.
Katya chuckled. ''She worries too much when I'm gone.''
''She's your girlfriend. I think it's in the job description.'' He watched Katya unlock her—and Natasha's—apartment, completely unhurried. They both knew the redhead wasn't in there. Whenever Katya was on a mission, she threw herself into work. During the day, she was running all over the building. ''Are you gonna call her?''
''No.'' A cryptic smile curled on her lips. ''You're gonna call her.''
It didn't take long until Katya heard footsteps swell in the hallway. Whatever lie Clint used to get Natasha to her apartment must have been an urgent one.
Quickly, Katya pressed herself against the wall next to the door, right when the lock clicked. The door swung open, nearly hitting her in the nose. She didn't move, held her breath. Natasha kicked the door closed with her foot, something Katya had told her off for multiple times.
With a smug smile, and anticipation swirling in her chest, Katya watched her take one step before spinning around so fast that she became a blur. Natasha threw her arm out to take down the intruder in her apartment, but Katya saw it coming from miles away. She caught her fist, gave it a firm tug, and used the momentum to swing them around. Natasha's back hit the wall with a thud, her hand pinned above her head.
''Hello, darling.'' Katya smiled.
Natasha's eyes widened in surprise, her body giving up its fight when she realized who had her trapped. ''Damn you! I almost hit my own girlfriend.''
Katya hummed, bringing her face closer to Natasha's. ''I love it when you call me that,'' she said lowly, her hand bracing against Natasha's hip, teasing the hem of her shirt.
Natasha's pupils dilated. ''Yeah?'' She murmured, eyes flickering to Katya's lips. Their breaths mingled in the tight space between them—Natasha's faster than Katya's. Three weeks without sex had taken its toll on her.
''Mhm.'' Katya didn't move any closer—waiting, teasing. It would only take a small shift to press their lips together, but the suspense was too nice.
''When did you get back?''
''Half an hour ago. Can't you see I'm still in my prison suit?''
Natasha's eyes briefly flickered to her outfit, but she didn't give a fuck about it. Katya's mouth, that's what she wanted. What she needed. ''Why didn't you come find me?'' She breathed, pulse racing beneath her skin.
Katya nudged her nose with her own. ''I wanted to surprise you.''
''Consider me surprised.''
That's when Katya dove forward. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was impatient, hungry. Natasha moaned desperately the second her lips touched Katya's, like a woman starved. She arched her body into her girlfriend, needing Katya's hand higher into her shirt, or lower into her pants.
Katya released her wrist, grabbing at Natasha's thighs until the redhead jumped up and wrapped her legs around her waist. The door rattled when Katya slammed her back against the wall. Natasha gasped in surprise, her fingers lacing into Katya's hair and tugging on her roots to pull her face impossibly closer. What they were doing could be barely called kissing, so roughly they were one and the same person.
''I missed you,'' Natasha panted when Katya dragged her lips away and moved to her neck, sucking harshly on her fair skin.
''I missed you.''
Katya's breath tickled her neck as she spoke. A shiver ran down Natasha's spine, straight into her core. ''Show me then,'' she breathed into the brunette's ear, hips bucking.
Katya smirked against her skin. ''Yes, ma'am.''
Effortlessly, Katya pulled her away from the wall and tossed her onto the bed. The display of strength had heat pooling into Natasha's stomach. But she didn't have time to relish it. Katya was climbing on top of her with a glint in her eye that made her breath catch.
Natasha tugged her face back to her own, digging her heel into Katya's lower back to force their hips together. There were too many layers between them. She needed to feel her. ''Off,'' Natasha muttered, impatiently fumbling with the buttons on the front of Katya's jumpsuit. It would have been easier if she could see what she was doing, but Katya appeared as eager for a taste of her mouth as she was.
They didn't notice the knock on the door, or the door that opened.
''Hey Katya, Fury wants to know—''
Clint looked up from his tablet, only to be met with the sight of his two friends heavily making out, Katya's hand down his best friend's pants. He had walked into this so often it didn't even surprise him anymore. Neither of the two women even looked up, too engrossed in each other to notice or care about his appearance.
He shrugged, slowly closing the door again. He could understand where they were coming from. ''Nevermind, have fun.''
Sam
''So you've perfected the heat signature scan for more detailed images?'' Steve furrowed his brows as he watched Sam screw the final exterior plate back on Redwing, his drone. He would never understand technology the way his teammates did, but he did know that improvements meant safer missions.
''If it works like it should—which I know it will, because I designed it,'' Sam bragged, a cocky grin on his face, ''they should no longer be yellow blobs on screen, but actual humans. We'll be able to see the tasks they perform.''
''That's incredible. So useful in the field.''
''I'm actually going outside to test it now,'' Sam said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of the outside world. ''If you are free to help?''
''Absolutely.''
~~~~
It was a hot day outside. But by the Compound's lake, in the shade of a big tree, the weather was perfect.
The wind rustled through Katya's hair, tickling her neck and the top of her shoulders as she straddled Natasha's hips. Their lips moved softly against each other. Gentle, lazy. Natasha's fingertips danced over Katya's arms, her waist, her thighs. Everything felt unhurried. They were simply savouring each other's touch, sharing breaths.
''Why can we never do something nice without having it end this way?'' Natasha smiled, her gaze briefly flickering to the leftovers of the picnic they enjoyed. She wasn't complaining at all, but whenever they went on a date, they couldn't seem to keep their hands to themselves.
''It is because of that, that we end up this way,'' Katya said, gazing down into Natasha's vibrant green eyes. ''You get all soft, and emotional, and you say things that make me melt. And I can't deal with it, so this is how I cope.''
Amusement flashed across Natasha's features. ''So I can't say nice things anymore?'' She mused, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind Katya's ear. Gravity pulled it out almost immediately.
''What's so bad about our dates ending this way?'' Katya muttered, brushing her lips over Natasha's.
''Nothing,'' the redhead answered. ''Absolutely nothing.'' She pushed forward, capturing her lips in another deep kiss.
They were in a bubble. Their own, personal bubble of tenderness. Unaware of anything but the press of their lips against each other, and the feeling of the other's skin underneath their fingertips. Delicate and safe.
Natasha could die happy now. This was heaven, she was sure of it. If she could spend the rest of her life kissing her girlfriend like this, it was a worthy life.
Her chest threatened to explode with happiness. And, like Katya, she didn't know how to deal with it, other than double down.
With a fluent, quick movement, she rolled the both of them over, until she was the one hovering over Katya's body. The brunette laughed—an angelic, lighthearted laugh that squeezed Natasha's heart beautifully—and huffed a strand of hair out of her face.
''I knew I wasn't gonna last long.''
A playful smirk tugged on Natasha's lips. ''I just like this view better.''
She knew she was staring at Katya with what others described as a lovesick look, but she didn't know just how soft it was until Katya's face went slack with emotion, her lips parting. It was overwhelming sometimes, to see just how much Natasha adored her. How intense and deep her affection ran.
Katya hooked her legs around Natasha's waist, pulling her closer. ''Kiss me'' she breathed.
Instead of answering, Natasha did as she asked. The kiss was firmer this time, filled with unspoken words. Three, to be precise. And when Natasha had her fill of Katya's lips, she trailed downwards, past her jaw, down to her collarbone, and back up to her ear. Katya's heartbeat thrummed in her ear. Low, buzzing. Like the sound of—
Natasha whipped her head up.
~~~~
''Okay, now hold up a few fingers!'' Sam called out to Steve. The man stood a few yards away from him, across the field. Redwing hung in the air, his infrared scan pointed right at the blond man.
Steve did as he asked, and Sam was beyond pleased to see that he could guess the right number of fingers Steve held up every time. Even if he held them up behind his back. This new tech of his could be revolutionary.
''Nice! Thanks man!''
Sam flew Redwing over the Compound's grounds for a few leisure laps, looking at the screen on the controller in his hand. The place was empty. All recruits had gone home for the weekend. He didn't expect Redwing to pick anything up.
''Wait.'' He called Redwing to a halt and circled him back. Something red flashed across the screen. ''What is that?''
Curious, he flew Redwing closer. His drone had picked up two people by the water, underneath a tree. He flew even closer, zooming in. The people appeared to be laying down… on top of each other?!
Sam's eyes widened. The movements the red figures were making, their built and height, they could only be two people. And that's when he knew he had royally screwed up.
~~~~
''What the fuck—'' Natasha shot up, fury blazing in her eyes as she reached for the empty wine bottle by the trunk of the tree and chucked it at the drone. The speed and the force with which it was thrown knocked the damn thing right out of the sky.
She sprinted to it, grabbing Redwing before Sam could get it airborne. With all the power she could muster, she brought it down on her knee. Once, twice, until the thing broke in half. That should teach Sam to spy on them, on her girlfriend.
''Natalia!'' Katya gasped, ignoring how the display of power and protectiveness made her clench her thighs together.
''SAMUEL THOMAS WILSON!'' Natasha bellowed, throwing the pieces of Redwing on the grass. Katya had never heard her yell this loud, this furious. The switch up from soft, adoring girlfriend to fierce protector made her dizzy in the best way possible.
Somewhere in the distance, Sam screamed, and Katya let out a sigh, knowing this date was over.
Bucky (Wanda & Sam)
This month's teambuilding exercise was chosen by Wanda. As soon as she told the group where they would be going, Natasha's eyes lit up and connected with Katya's across the room. Any chance they got, if things involved a competition, they tried to figure out who was better.
And so, when they got to the laser tag arena, the rivalry started before they even set foot in the arena.
Natasha smirked at Katya as she strapped her vest down. ''You're going down.''
''You have to find me first,'' Katya smirked back, resting her laser gun on her shoulder.
She had a good point. If she wanted to, she could melt into the shadows like a ghost. Sometimes, Natasha thought her girlfriend had truly gone up in smoke. It wouldn't be easy to find her in the dark arena.
Sam glanced between the women, back and forth. ''Is this some weird sex thing?''
Katya tilted her head. ''I don't know. Why don't you get yourself a girlfriend and find out?''
Some oh's and ah's echoed through the group. Bucky clapped Sam on his shoulder. He knew better than to tease the women.
When the lights went out, plummeting the arena in darkness, Katya focused up. The enormous room—a hanger, really—was filled with all kinds of big objects. An old jeep, barrels, tractor wheels, shipping containers, pallet stacks, wooden shacks. A million places to hide. It was everyone for themselves. But in reality, she only cared about taking down one person.
When everyone was in position, the buzzer rang, and silence fell. She could hear a hairpin drop.
Taking out Wanda would be easy. She had the least amount of training. Her steps were loud, she forgot to cover her six. Steve was trained to be a soldier, not a spy. He also shouldn't be too difficult. Same thing for Sam. The hardest people would be Clint and Bucky.
~~~~
Katya's blood pumped with adrenaline. She was closing in on her girlfriend, she could feel it. Like an itch at the back of her neck, or goosebumps on her arms. With her back pressed against the side of an old jeep, she peeked around the corner. The vests gave off the faintest glow of light. She knew Natasha would be too smart to let that light show.
Considering the area clear, Katya ran across a clearing and dove into a small wooden shed. She moved like water, smooth and silent. Nobody saw her, and they wouldn't. She was in her element. This was who they trained her to be.
She waited a moment before daring to take another peek. It was only her and Natasha left. Everyone else had called out their names when they got eliminated, Bucky being the last. His voice had betrayed Natasha's general position. And Katya neared that position now.
She didn't see any light, but she startled when something fell over on the left side of the arena. It sounded small. Like someone had tossed an empty can or a piece of wood. That wasn't the place Katya thought Natasha was hiding. And her girlfriend wouldn't make such a big mistake to reveal herself.
A smile spread across Katya's face. Natasha was trying to trick her. Really, she should know better.
Focussing completely on the right side now, Katya took another leap and ran to the next obstacle, pressing herself against a stack of pallets. She held her breath to listen. And that's when she heard it. A rustle. Nobody else would have picked up on it, but her superior hearing did.
Her eyes zoned in on the next object in front of her. A shipping container. The darkness didn't shift, but she knew that it hid what she was looking for.
Katya took a breath to calm her speeding heart, adjusting her fingers on the plastic gun. She knew her girlfriend, knew Natasha preferred a left shoulder peek over a right one, being left-handed and all. So Katya wouldn't approach the container from the right. She would do it from the other side, hopefully catching her on her six.
It was a gamble. A fifty-fifty decision. Natasha would know that she knew about her preference. But would she do anything with that information?
Or…
Katya took another peek at the container. And that's when she spotted it—her chance at winning. Two wooden crates were stacked right up against it, like a ladder allowing her to climb on top. That was her chance. She would have to be more quiet than ever.
She couldn't hesitate any longer. If she wouldn't move soon, Natasha would be coming to her, and she always preferred offense over defense.
Sending up one last prayer, Katya left her hiding spot and ran over to the crates with big steps. They were perfect, allowing her to step up comfortably without ever letting go of her gun—undoubtedly purposely placed that way. Her sneakers were silent when they made contact with the metal on top of the container, and slowly, she crept over to where she thought Natasha would be.
It was impossible to suppress her smile when she peered over the edge and looked down directly on top of Natasha's head. The redhead felt her gaze instantly, whipping her head up and pointing her gun, but Katya had her own already pointed at her girlfriend's vest.
Surprise briefly flashed across Natasha's face, followed by disappointment of losing, but it all faded away and got replaced quickly by sheer entertainment.
''Hello, darling,'' she purred, looking at Katya through the scope of her laser gun.
''Hi, baby.'' Cockiness flooded Katya's system. It always felt good to beat the Black Widow at her own game. ''Nice try with the distraction. Hope you didn't think I'd actually fall for that.''
''Nothing wrong with some mind games.'' Natasha smirked, her eyes sparkling daringly in the faint glow of her vest. ''Are you gonna come down from there?''
''Depends. Are you gonna shoot me?''
''Are you?'' Tension simmered in the air. Sexual tension. Ready to be cut with a knife. ''You should have shot me when you had the chance.''
''Aw, come on,'' Katya taunted her, her smirk pulling wider. ''We both know I got you.''
''Did you?''
Katya knew what Natasha was doing. Trying to get under her skin, still playing mind games like she did best. But she only fell for those when she wanted to. ''Don't be a sore loser, baby. It doesn't become you.''
Amusement rippled across Natasha's features. She knew she found her match years ago, someone who could match her cunningness, but it never stopped feeling so euphoric. ''Why don't you put the gun down and we can talk it out, down here?''
''You want to talk?''
''Mhm.'' Natasha paused, tilting her chin down so she looked up more between her lashes. ''Unless you're ready to claim your prize.''
Katya jumped down from the container like a black cat, landing gracefully on her feet. She was a mere flash as she grabbed the front of Natasha's vest and slammed her into the container, the bang loud enough to hear across the whole arena. A soft gasp fell from Natasha's parted lips, her body freezing up when she felt Katya's laser gun press into her side.
''We didn't discuss prizes.''
Subtly, Natasha shuffled her feet around to spread her legs. She didn't have to say what the prize was. Katya could already feel her mouth start to salivate.
''You're gonna need to shoot me first,'' Natasha taunted her daringly. ''No death, no prize.''
Katya chuckled softly, cocking her head as she dragged the tip of her gun down Natasha's leg, then up the inside of her thigh. The redhead stiffened even more, but her pupils grew the size of golf balls. ''Why do I get the feeling that you're getting more out of losing than winning?''
Natasha just smiled.
''I expected more of the Black Widow than to allow her girlfriend to win just so she could get fucked where the cameras are watching.'' A suspicion crept up on her when Natasha didn't respond to her words. Her girlfriend already knew where the cameras were, and that they were pointing right at them. Katya chuckled darkly. ''You freaky little bitch.''
''Does that mean you won't do it?'' Natasha challenged her innocently.
''It means I'm gonna need them to send me a copy of this footage.''
And then she pulled the trigger, dimming the lights on Natasha's vest.
~~~~
Sam glanced at his watch, again. It had been more than half an hour since Bucky, the last one out, joined their little group of losers in the waiting area, and there were still no signs of Katya or Natasha. ''Where the hell are they? They can't still be hunting each other down.''
''They're probably enjoying this way too much,'' Clint chipped in, fiddling with the scope on his gun. He sat, slouched, in one of the uncomfortable chairs.
Wanda glanced at the others. ''Should we go looking for them?''
''That's a very bad idea,'' Clint said.
''Well, I'm tired and I want to go home. So I'll drag them out by their ankles if I have to.'' Bucky deadpanned, followed by Wanda and Sam as he stormed into the arena.
''Don't say I didn't warn you,'' Clint sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
The trio stopped once they were through the doors, staring out over a dark space so large, they had no idea where to start searching for their lost teammates.
''Should I summon some light?'' Wanda proposed.
Bucky shook his head. ''No. I know where they are.''
Following the faint sounds his enhanced hearing picked up, he led the group to the center of the arena, needing no light to find his way to the dark blue shipping container. But once they rounded the object, they knew they'd made a very big mistake going to look for the women.
Natasha's face was pressed into the container, her head turned away from her audience. Continuous moans and gasps fell from her lips, her fingertips digging into the metal by her head as if she was looking for something to hold onto. Katya stood behind her, forcing Natasha's body to be flush against the container as her fingers worked between her spread legs.
For once, Bucky cursed his enhanced hearing, as he really wished he didn't hear just how wet the redhead was.
It was only a three second glimpse of the whole thing, but Bucky, Sam and Wanda had seen enough to haunt them for a lifetime. As quietly as they snuck up on them, so quietly did they bolt, putting as much distance between them and the lovemaking women as fast as they could. When they stormed through the exit doors again, Clint looked up lazily.
''And?''
''Katya won,'' Bucky replied, a haunted look in his eyes.
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Summary: Your mother’s visit showed Natasha the reasons behind every bit of yourself. But it also unlocked something inside of you: the need to protect more than just yourself. And the aftermath was never so… delicious.
Pairing: g!p! Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
Warnings(+18): mommy issues, toxic parent, R’s mother is a bitch, implied eating disorders, angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, D/s dynamics, brat! reader, brat tamer! Natasha, possessive sex, marking kink officially unlocked, blowjob, deep throat, cum eating, oral sex, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation kink, praise kink, subspace, breath play (choking), Natasha is kind of an idiot (in love), mean-ish! Reader, sex as a weapon, fighting as foreplay, light fluff (?)
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A/N: Hello there, babies ♡ This chapter is mostly to navigate a little bit more of R’s family dynamic and how that reflects on her present self. And it’s very personal to me, so I do hope you enjoy it and if you had gone through something similar I send you a big hug ♡
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It was funny the way you always behaved around your mother.
For a very private and unreadable person as yourself, your emotions were always visible for anyone that dared to look close enough.
It was like watching a battle first hand. The way your heart pulled you towards her but your mind pulled you to the opposite direction. An internal conflict so loud that you could swore one of these days would actually materialise.
Naturally, that Saturday morning wasn’t any different.
You were sitting before your vanity desk. Doing carefully your makeup with a tired face. Usually, you would be glowing and full of energy but the second your mother was around, she drained it all.
Your body was hyper-aware. As soon as you saw her, something clicked inside of you and switched into survival mode; now every movement, every word, every breath was calculated and careful.
There was something ironic in the way you hated having your mother around but you still loved her. You never called but when you did, it was to seek that maternal love that never came.
You could be crying and in the middle of an anxiety attack, and your mother instead of giving you comfort words, she would start scolding you.
‘You are a brat. Your father won’t always be around to fix your mess. So figure it out, sweetheart. You are smart and very capable’
Because a lecture was what a person in distress needed. Not soothing words, not coos or at least guidance to remember how to breathe.
Being soft with a person like you was useless, you needed limits and a reality check instead of being coddled — or that was what your mother always said to justify her lack of love.
And it wasn’t like she didn’t know how to show affection. You had watched her coddle your brother, be softer and caring around him.
‘You don’t understand because you are not a mother yet. Every kid is different. Your needs are not the same as Alec’s. And just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean I don’t lecture him too’
A simple explanation, an excuse, to help you understand why the treatment was different but never explained her lack of love towards you.
In your mother’s eyes, you weren’t an easy child. No matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to be what she wanted, your nature would never allow it.
Because she would say something to subtly attack you and you would snap back, instead of being silent and take the hit. She would mention your father and you would walk away, instead of listening to her trash the man.
Alec did all those things. He didn’t take the hit, he took a moment to comprehend what was being said. But you were just hot headed.
Alec listened to his mother vent about your father because he understood she was still hurt from the divorce, but you just didn’t care enough.
You were always the problem. Never her.
Being around her was like trying to fight the feeling of wanting her praises and still be yourself. You held onto those bits that made you who you were, and most of the time it ended with a fight after your mother pushed over and over again until you broke.
But again, it was your fault because you were impulsive and had anger issues. She was just being a loving and concerned mother.
You sighed when your eyes landed on the bruises around your neck. Your mind already voicing what your mother would say the second she had the chance.
The night before was a dream.
Neither you nor Natasha stopped to think twice about the brunch, you both looked like a masterpiece or a crime scene. But it was also a reminder of all the feelings that were displayed in bed; the need to belong and to own.
And maybe you would’ve covered them for the sake of your father; the sweet man wouldn’t dare to say a thing but didn’t need you to traumatise him.
However, with your mother there and knowing exactly what she would say, the coin was in the air.
Cover them and place nice or wear them proudly as a statement that her opinion didn’t and shouldn’t matter?
The decision was very clear, though.
You wanted her approval, but you also loved reminding her that you slipped through her fingers even when she invested so much time in you.
You were your own person. Not her mirror. Not her toy. But an actual human being that could and would think on her own, even if on the inside your gut burned with need and desperation for mommy’s love.
You stood up once your makeup was done and a knock on the door came. You didn’t need to ask who that was, you already knew so you just let out a soft ‘come in’ as you picked one perfume.
Alexander looked at you with apologetic eyes. He was taller and beefy, but in that moment he felt like an ant as your eyes met his.
You weren’t glaring at him. Actually, there wasn’t any sign of emotion in your eyes except maybe for determination. Which meant trouble.
You dressed for battle. Looking like a princess with a sword on her back. You were your own knight in shining armour because the men in your family shared something: around your mother, they submitted faster than you did.
That was probably the biggest problem.
Your father wasn’t the one to fight; he hated conflict and confrontation, always quiet even when your mother was screaming and she found that as infuriating as you standing up for yourself.
Alexander not always agreed. But he didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t push, he just listened and waited until the storm passed. Always calm and passive. Sometimes he actually told your mother off, but most of the time he didn’t say anything other than ‘I understand’.
And when it came to you, it always depended on how tired you felt or how far your mother pushed. Sometimes, you just nodded or grunted under your breath but kept quiet. However, most of the time your tongue ran before you could stop yourself.
You learned to weaponise your mother’s praises. She thought you were smart? Then smart-ass comments she would get, justifiable and with references.
You used her own words and smiled devilishly when her jaw clenched. You learned to mirror her game because it was the only way to win or, at least, to get her off your back.
She pushed and you pushed back. No matter how much your father silently pleaded or how Alexander shook his head to make you stop, you always stepped into her game.
Maybe it was to prove to yourself that you could do it, that you didn’t care as much as you thought or maybe it was because your mother was childish and she dragged you down to her own level.
Whatever it was, it never ended well.
“I tried to call you” Alec mumbled, shifting nervously as you sprayed perfume and finished putting on your jewellery “Wands did too”
“I was busy, baby” you replied softly, letting your brother out of his misery “I assume she heard about the brunch through you” he nodded, looking down as if the floor could save him and you approached him “It’s not your fault”
You caressed his cheek and he leaned into your touch. Both looking at each other with loving eyes and silent exchanges.
As kids, your mother loved to pin you against each other.
You were the smart one; better grades, better discipline, better skills. Alec was the emotional intelligent one; always sweet, always caring, always the listener.
Your mother made it a competition between you to the point that the normal sibling fight went beyond that. Curses and mean words thrown at each other to belittle and hurt.
Until, the divorce came and you realised that you only had him. Your parents would eventually die and the only person in the world that would and could understand your pain would be your brother.
Then, instead of fighting each other, you cheered and helped. You praised him for his academic attempts and he reminded you how sweet and loving you were. You still fought like any other siblings but after that, you sat, talked your feelings and hugged it out.
The competition was never meant to exist. And the fights shouldn’t be against each other but against the person that provoked them: your mother.
“She told me she missed you” Alec explained softly and you offered him half a smile “And well, I didn’t think you and Natasha…”
You chuckled “That’s alright” you stood on your tiptoes and pecked his cheek “Whatever happens, it’s not your fault. She’s an adult and you are her son, not her handler” you hugged him and he pulled you closer “I love you”
“I love you too” he whispered and kissed your forehead “Let’s go. I don’t think leaving Natasha in a room with mom it’s a good idea. Although, your father seems to be shielding her”
“Of course he is” you locked an arm around his “Always protect the innocent souls”
“She doesn’t look that innocent to me, look at that neck” he lifted your chin and you smacked his hand, making him chuckle “You know mom will…”
“Yes, and I couldn’t care less”
You joined everyone soon enough. Natasha was smiling softly as your father told her some story about you and Alec, because of course the embarrassing parent was him.
Pietro and Wanda were playing some video game, but the brunette handed the controller to Alec as soon as she saw him. And your mother was sitting with her legs crossed and bored eyes scrolling through her phone.
“Finally! I’m starving” Pietro teased and you rolled your eyes.
“You guys could’ve started without me” you replied shrugging “But please, join me”
Everyone sat at the dinning room. When Natasha tried to sit next to you, you shook your head softly with pleading eyes. You would explain everything but for that, the redhead also needed to see it to understand.
Your mother, as always, sat at the head of the table with you and your brother at her sides. Wanda sat next to you as a live-wire, ready to jump in case things got out of control because maybe your father didn’t know the Maximoff twins until recently, but your mother did and both twins hated the woman.
Your father sat next to your brother and Pietro next to Wanda. Leaving the poor and lost redhead to sit across from your mother. But the farther away Natasha was from your mother, the better. Besides, your father and Pietro were warm enough to help her out when the inevitable questions came, if they made it past you.
You helped Amelia with the food after your mother threw a snarky comment about you getting too comfortable with staff; as if your mother didn’t grow up with a housemaid at your grandmother’s.
Your mother, unlike your father, grew up with privilege. They met through college; your father had a scholarship, your mother was there because your grandmother had connections.
He was a lawyer, your mother — ironically — was a therapist.
Your father grew up with less opportunities, naturally his instinct told him his children shouldn’t and wouldn’t go through the same thing as he did once.
Your mother grew up with a lot of opportunities and money, but she loved to act that privilege didn’t give her anything. She worked as hard as your father and you were expected to do the same.
Hence why she thought you were a brat.
Your father gave you the world, afraid of you going through the same needs as him. And your mother thought that was just spoiling you.
Alec was the exception, because in your mother’s eyes, your father didn’t give him as much as he did to you. You were daddy’s little girl and he was just Alec. Another excuse to justify the unbalance between you when it came to love.
You had your father spoiling you. Naturally, your mother had to protect and love the neglected child that Alexander definitely wasn’t.
“Wanda, dear, how is your mother?” your mother started conversation when the silence stretched in the room and the only noises were the clicking of silverware against the plates.
Wanda straightened up and smiled politely. And you almost snorted. Maybe she wasn’t your blood sister but she sure as hell knew how to handle your mother.
Best friends that bonded over trauma around the same type of mother, stayed together right?
“She’s doing fine. Busy with father in Fiji, I believe. Isn’t that right, Pietro?” Wanda replied softly and Pietro simply nodded, deciding his food was more interesting.
Unlike Wanda, that always walked around with grace and politeness even when she had a sharp tongue, Pietro was always one step closer to snap at your mother.
At the beginning, your mother was sweet and caring around them. But the more the twins hung around the house, the more comfortable she felt and at some point the line blurred and she forgot to care about them being around when she scolded you.
They were now part of the family and that meant, they got to see the ugly parts.
So maybe with Natasha being new to the equation would keep your mother from being too hard on you. However, that would never stop her from voicing out what she thought.
Her defence? She was telling the truth and the truth was meant to be uncomfortable at times. She wasn’t mean, she was honest. Or that’s how she justified when her tongue ran out as if she had no filter.
The next to be questioned was your father. And the man was irritated by your mother’s presence. But he replied at every question and clenched his jaw at any passive-aggressive comment your mother threw.
It wasn’t a messy divorce. In fact, your mother claimed it was necessary and that she left because your father didn’t have the balls to do it himself.
That never stopped her to blame him for the failure of their marriage; if he only was more supportive, if he only was around more, if he only listened and fought for their love, maybe they would still be together.
And for someone that was too kind and sweet like your father, at some point he finally stopped giving a fuck what your mother thought.
He was never mean, he encouraged you to have a healthy relationship if that’s what you wanted, but he stopped pretending that your mother didn’t irritate him.
‘I care for her. I respect her as a person and as your mother. She gave me you and your brother. But we really don’t need to be friends’
Your father said something about work and you looked up immediately, glancing at your mother as she connected the dots between Natasha and your father’s work.
That could go very wrong or very well, depending on the angle your mother took. But it was hard to predict; the woman loved taking every single perspective and made it seem like she was just asking.
“Wait, are your parents Melina and Alexei?” your mother asked directly to Natasha and you saw the moment something close to anger clouded green eyes just to soften a second later and smiled politely and nodded “How wonderful! I met them once at a charity gala. Your mother is such a beautiful woman”
“Thank you” Natasha replied softly and you offered her an apologetic smile.
“And tell me, Natasha, are you the reason my daughter now has help?” she asked sweetly but it was an accusation, you clenched your jaw and looked at your father for a moment.
He sighed and nodded subtly, understanding what you were asking and willing to take the hit for the sake of Natasha.
“Actually, mother, it was my idea” you interjected before the redhead could reply and you ignored the questioning look Natasha threw you. Your eyes focused on your mother as her features hardened “I asked daddy for it. I’ve been extremely busy”
“Busy enough for you not to clean after yourself?” your mother scoffed and shook her head “After all this time you keep spoiling her” she looked at your father and he rolled his eyes but said nothing “A housemaid is a privilege, sweetheart. What will you do when your father’s money can’t pay for your lifestyle?”
Wanda’s hand landed on your thigh and gave you a gentle squeeze. Alec looked at you and shook his head. Pietro grinned and your father decided you were the only one that could take your mother down.
And Natasha noticed the shift in the air.
At first, your mother seemed really sweet and polite. Natasha couldn’t understand why everyone looked on edge at the presence of such a sweet woman that wasn’t like her mother.
No, your mother knew about the things you liked, she praised you when you weren’t in the room and talked highly of you. Why would you look so scared and conflicted in her presence?
The words came and sounded like the truth. Unlike Melina that loved to throw money at problems, your mother made money the problem. And her words somehow made sense; you couldn’t depend on your father’s money but that didn’t mean you were a brat with an expensive lifestyle.
So the air shifted and Natasha noticed how everyone was preparing to witness the start of another monumental war. And the call was yours, the redhead noticed as much.
She knew you walked around exuding power and control. Now Natasha knew where you got it from. People around you looked small and the only two titans in that apartment were you and your mother.
But what would your answer be? Would you agree with her like Natasha did with Melina to avoid conflict?
Somehow, that didn’t sound like you and Natasha confirmed it when you talked.
“Perhaps daddy won’t be around as much as I would love him to” you started softly, your voice matching the sweetness of your mother’s and looking at your dad “I can only hope any god out there keep him by my side for another hundred years” you added and looked at your mother with a soft smile, knowing how much she hated that you were always so loving around your father and never with her “But I’m sure I can keep my lifestyle just fine, mother. Nothing that daddy’s credit card and my trust fund can’t fix”
There was a time when you fought the brat accusations. Trying to prove people around you that you weren’t a brat, that it wasn’t your fault that your father gave you things, that you never asked for expensive gifts.
Until you got tired of people not listening. So if you can’t beat the enemy, join them.
However, Natasha didn’t see it coming. The rest of the table did. Pietro almost laughed, Alec sighed, your father just smiled proudly and Wanda silently scolded her twin.
And you were sitting there, embracing the silent accusation and mocking your mother’s words with sweetness. Natasha knew you only used your dad’s credit card when needed, not like it was unlimited credit. So the act was a challenge towards your mother.
The redhead almost stood up and kissed you because you looked even hotter.
“Money isn’t an unlimited resource, sweetheart” your mother replied with her brow raised and sip on her juice “What will you do when you run out?”
“Sugar daddies are a thing now, mom” you chuckled and Pietro snorted, taking the opportunity to break as if the joke itself was funny “I believe I can find one here in Manhattan”
“Beauty also runs out” she pointed and shrugged “But let’s not fight, sweetheart. We have a guest” she reminded you, as if that wasn’t Natasha’s home too “Life will prove me right”
You sighed and the conversation kept going.
Mostly, Alec would talk to her as the only one that genuinely care enough. Sometimes Wanda would chime in just for the sake of it. Your father and Pietro talked with Natasha, although the redhead kept glancing at you as you played around with your food.
Amelia made you the waffles you liked so much, Wanda even gave her the recipe. It was supposed to be a celebration brunch and now it was a war zone.
But you ate, because your mother could try to take everything away from you but your skin kept buzzing with happiness after the night before, your body craving to be with Natasha again and repeat it.
You just had to survive that morning first.
And for the first time, Natasha watched you eat eagerly. She smiled softly to herself, almost proud of you for eating without needing a push. But you were half way through when your mother’s attention went back to you.
“Are you seriously going to eat the whole thing, sweetheart?” she asked and everyone tightened their jaws except you. Because that was payback and your mother only knew how to punch were it really hurt “I didn’t want to say anything earlier, my love, but you are gaining weight”
Wanda looked at Natasha, almost as if the brunette read her mind, and she shook her head before Natasha could pick a fight with your mother.
Sometimes, they needed to give you space to work. They only intervened if your mother managed to corner you.
“They are oat waffles, mother” you said softly but dropped your fork “You know I follow a diet, but today is my cheat day”
“My dear, there shouldn’t be a cheat day” she caressed your cheek and her touch felt like a burn “You are a dancer, much to my displease, but you have to be very strict and treat your body like a temple”
“I’m also going to the gym, I run every morning and I dance. What else can I do to keep the healthy life, mother?” your voice got quieter, broken, a side of you that looked so vulnerable because your mother went for the throat and Natasha’s fingers twitched.
Everything started to make sense.
Your routines, your need to be so strict, your insistence to never skip a run and your eating habits. All of them provoked by your mother’s words.
There was a time when you didn’t care that much about your looks or your weight, but that was a battle you actually lost against her.
Silently and without noticing it, you started to change the way you dressed, what you ate and added workout to the equation.
You claimed to dress for yourself, but it was half the truth because your mother and your grandmother started praising your girlie style.
You claimed to eat healthy and workout the necessary amount, unaware that you went from zero to one hundred in a blink. A drastic change that wasn’t so healthy and all in hopes that your mother would be satisfied.
“Just try to keep going, my love” your mother’s eyes twinkled with something close to love and your heart skipped a beat “But never forget that if you slip, you will lose all your hard work”
You hummed and nodded. Gaining a proud smile from your mother when you politely asked Amelia to take your plate away. And Natasha’s heart dropped.
The silence stretched again. An uncomfortable and heavy silence that spoke volumes about everyone’s feelings towards the moment. The only one that didn’t seem crushed by it was your mother. She limited to grab your hand and rubbed circles on its back with her thumb, wearing a smile that said: good girl.
By the time everyone finished, Alec was the only one to make small talk with your mother. The family moved one by one to the living room, not daring to leave the apartment until your mother did. And you almost looked defeated.
Natasha noticed the way you started to get deep in thought, the internal conflict in your eyes and your spark fighting to be kept alive.
And she was sure you were about to cry but were too stubborn for that and maybe it was a good thing, because your mother didn’t deserve to see a single tear rolled down your cheeks.
You and your mother were the last ones to stand up. And as every time a hard topic went between you, your mother pulled you into a loving and almost warm hug.
You let yourself believe for a second that she was doing it because she cared, because maybe she was sorry for being so harsh. But that was a lie.
She hugged you because it was a reward for saying the right things. For submitting when asked instead of fighting back as you usually did.
Your mother was your never ending toxic relationship. You fought, you submitted and you hugged. And you hated knowing that even then, you loved her genuinely.
She pushed you back, eyes assessing you carefully and she tilted her head when she finally looked at your neck. Your muscles stiffened, preparing for a fight and your breath turned heavy.
“What is that, sweetheart?” she asked disapprovingly. She knew the answer and wanted to hear you say it.
Your cheeks blushed and you chuckled nervously.
“What is what, mother? Let’s join…”
“You are way too old to play dumb, (Y/N)” she cut you off and the room shifted again. Wanda held down Natasha along with your father, and the boys stopped fighting over what game to play “Do you know how you look right now? Like a cheap skank”
Your heart dropped at the words. You knew she wouldn’t like the bruises; your mother always said those were for people that have little self-respect.
You didn’t think she would be so explicit with you, though.
“I think that is enough” Natasha said, finally managing to stand up and you both looked at her. Your mother offered her an amused look and you were silently pleading her to stay out of it “She doesn’t nor she is one. I believe that’s your daughter who you are talking to”
The redhead walked up to you, rushed steps as if it was killing her being so far away from you. She stood behind you, an arm wrapped around your waist and she pulled you closer, offering your mother a defiance look.
You saw the moment your mother’s politeness left. If Natasha wanted to overstep, then she would get the whole deal like the twins did. Maybe worse.
She smiled softly with a brow raised as her eyes assessed the redhead and you wished you were bigger than Natasha to shield her from the storm.
“So you did that to my daughter” she stated and snorted “And not only did you leave her looking like that, you dragged her down with you”
“Mother” you warned, Natasha keeping you from breaking her embrace.
“No, my love, none of you are teenagers” your mother reprimanded you “Whatever you do in your intimacy shouldn’t be on display for the world to see”
“Perhaps you’ve never experienced that type of passion, mother” you retorted, your tone sharp and direct. She went low and you would go lower for Natasha “Because if you did, Alec and I wouldn’t be children of a broken home”
Your mother clenched her jaw and glanced over your father, almost expecting him to back her up because you were going after their marriage.
However, your father simply leaned back on the sofa and folded his arms. He even dared to shrug.
“Passion has nothing to do with how you are looking, my dear” she said coldly, glaring at you and you simply glared back “Does your mother approve of this, Natasha?”
“We don’t need her approval and we sure as hell don’t need yours, mother” you rushed to say before Natasha could, breaking the embrace and walking towards the closet next to the door. You grabbed your mother’s coat and purse “I believe you also overstayed your welcome”
“I’m your mother, you can’t-“
“And I’m your daughter. This is my home, not yours” you said as coldly as she talked to you “And it’s also Natasha’s. So you don’t get to stand in there and insult her” you glanced at Alec and he sighed, starting to say his goodbyes to the family and then reaching for his mother “when you are ready to apologise to her, we will be happy to have you here”
Your mother stood still, her jaw tightened and her hands fisted. Alec wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“Mom, let’s go” he asked softly. Tears pricked on your mother’s eyes as she nodded, not daring to break your stare.
You handed her the purse and the coat and Alec ended up taking for her. Your face as tight as hers when she moved closer to you.
“I came here in good faith, (Y/N). You don’t have to be like that” she said carefully, trying to reach the side of you that always bent for her.
“And I believe you, mother. But you need to learn when to stop” you replied dryly and without hesitation “In the meantime, I will always stop you”
“You act like I don’t say those things because I love you” she insisted, ignoring Alec’s silent pleads to leave.
“Sometimes I believe you don’t, mother” you took a step closer and your eyes softened for a second “However, I do love you” you pecked her cheek “But you don’t get to be like that with Natasha. This is between us”
Alec ushered your mother out before she could reply and fight back. And when the door finally closed, you let out a heavy breath.
You leaned for a moment against the door, your forehead pressed against your forearm as you tried to regulate your breathing and fought the tears that threatened to roll down.
Natasha approached you but you shook your head as a silent request to give you a moment. She didn’t touch you, but she didn’t dare to move either. She just stayed, letting you know she was there and she understood.
And god, she hated that she did. Because your mothers treated you both so differently and somehow it was the same bullshit.
After a few minutes, you finally felt more like yourself. Your skin kept buzzing with frustration and anger, your head started to ache and you felt like you ran a marathon. But you told yourself the same thing over and over again:
She was gone. You were fine. It was just a memory.
And when you turned to hug Natasha, you felt like you could finally breathe. Her scent wrapped around you along with her arms, a tight hug that said all the things you both wanted and couldn’t just yet.
“Well, I certainly don’t miss my mother now” Pietro was the one to break the silence, gaining a slap on the arm from his twin, a glare from Natasha but you and your father just laughed and that was enough for him.
“And you all wonder why I divorce her” your father teased and you giggled, a sound that helped Natasha relax.
“No, dad. We don’t. We know why” you smiled softly.
(—)
The following days, Natasha was extremely sweet to the point she didn’t sound like herself as if she was trying to compensate for the lack of your mother’s love.
You understood why. It happened the same with Wanda and Pietro, both trying to pamper and coddle you as if you were something fragile, something easy to break.
And it wasn’t like you weren’t grateful for the efforts, but you hated that they felt like a pity party.
There was also the fact that after every encounter with your mother, you were grumpy as the feelings slowly washed out. You tried so hard to be an emotionally responsible person, knowing no one but dear mother had the fault, but you were only human.
So by Thursday, your patience around Natasha ran thin.
The redhead wasn’t helping her case either, that was the only thing that gave you comfort as you feel how you started to break.
After your very public display of affection, the word spread around campus like fire. And you were right, someone took a picture of you two kissing to prove that it wasn’t a rumour but an actual fact.
One would think that knowing you were in a potential relationship, people would stop trying to flirt. But no, they doubled the efforts as if you were an attraction force and Natasha was living proof that they had a chance if they tried enough.
In addition to that, Natasha’s fan club was insufferable.
Girls that once smiled softly at you, now glared at you as if you stole something that was meant to be theirs. And you were so irritated that you caught yourself thinking more than once:
‘You want her? Take her!’
As if Natasha was a thing and not a person. So after that thought, you felt bad and then you didn’t feel so bad when Natasha simply grinned at them.
They said you can take the player out of the game, but you can’t take the game out of the player. And you knew that the second you started sleeping around with Natasha.
Not once did you feel jealous or insecure because it was useless, it wasn’t your right and Natasha was old enough to make her own fucking decisions.
But the night at your studio was also a game changer. You were honest when you told her that you wanted it to be real, as scary as that sounded.
And you knew she meant her words too. But Rome wasn’t made in one day, so for Natasha to stop being that side of her would take more than a few days, holding hands and kisses.
However, that day, reason took a vacation.
Everything piled up by Thursday. Natasha’s extreme sweetness, people asking you out, girls looking at you as if they were trying to kill you and the redhead flirting without even noticing it.
So when you walked into spanish class, you saw a girl leaning down to show her cleavage to Natasha and the redhead was simply grinning with her eyes betraying her, you snapped.
When Natasha felt jealous, her first reaction would be to drag you to the closest bathroom or janitor closet and fuck you until she was sure you would be walking around dripping with her cum.
Although, you weren’t the jealous type.
Your mind screamed that it wasn’t worth it. If she wanted, she would do it. Your body begged you to go physical and fight for what was yours. And your heart simply kept shut, almost done with Natasha.
So the snap came in form of a cold shoulder.
No screaming, no fighting, nothing. A silent punishment that spoke volumes. You could walk right up to Natasha and kiss her to prove a point, but that would be too easy for the redhead.
You wouldn’t ask, you wouldn’t beg and you sure as hell wouldn’t give her the room to win. You hated repeating yourself, so this was a one time thing. And Natasha was the one to choose how to fix it.
You sat on your old spot, at the front, and you made sure there were no empty seats around you. The redhead was too busy flirting, that she failed to notice you already arrived and that only added to the trouble she was in.
By the time she realised you were there, the class started and her heart dropped when she saw you next to no other but Tyler. That wasn’t part of your plan but a win was a win.
And the blonde girl that was flirting with her sat on what was supposed to be your seat but Natasha forgot about her because Tyler was already leaning close to you and you giggled softly.
Tyler O’Connor was one of the very few guys that understood he didn’t have a chance with you but flirted with you for the fun of it. And he was very clear about it, always double checking that you were still comfortable around him and reminding you that he knew that no meant no.
He was a friend, a very handsome one but not your type. In fact, you didn’t know you had a type until Natasha came along and it made sense.
You loved challenges. And the redhead was the worst of them all.
And when Tyler heard about you and Natasha, he stopped flirting as much with you out of respect. But the redhead didn’t know that or didn’t want to understand it. Whatever it was, Tyler’s presence was the one that triggered her the most because your cheeks always blushed, you giggled and sometimes you even touched him.
And deep inside of her, she knew things weren’t official yet. That was killing her but she had your first date planned to the dot and now she was stuck waiting, watching no other but Tyler exchange silly notes during the whole class.
You were supposed to be sitting next to her, not a blonde girl whose name she already forgot. Natasha should be the one that gave you silly notes, not Tyler. You should be smacking her hand every time she tried to sneak it under your skirt, the one you let her pick for you that morning in hopes you would let her fuck you in public and silently.
So when the class finished, Natasha was about to lose it.
You didn’t plan the Tyler part but he was there and it was so easy to step into Natasha’s game that when you caught a glimpse of her rushing through the crowd to get to you, you locked your arm with your friend and started to walk out of the lecture hall.
He followed you, half because you didn’t give him another option as you dragged him down the hallway and half because he was curious about your behaviour.
And you were basically running, knowing Natasha was following you with heavy steps and close to snap someone’s neck.
When you stepped outside the building, you were almost panting but smiled innocently at Tyler that offered you an amused look.
“Why do I feel like you are getting me in trouble, angel?” he chuckled when you stopped and leaned closer to him.
“I have no idea what you are talking about” you grinned and he rolled his eyes playfully “I will make up for it?”
“Depends how far you will take this because she’s approaching and I’m not sure who she will kill first” he teased and you giggled “Remember me”
“What do you-“
In a swift move, he grabbed you by the waist and leaned your bodies down with his hand holding yours and intertwining your fingers. He winked at you as your cheeks blushed and by the time he straightened up, a very angry Natasha was next to you.
“I guess that’s my queue to leave, angel” he said softly and leaned closer to you, his breath sending a shiver down your spine when it hit your ear “You better make up for it” he whispered and you giggled again as he pecked your cheek “See you around, beautiful” then he turned to Natasha that seemed to be close to kill him on spot and he just grinned “Romanoff, looking good”
And he disappeared before Natasha actually decided to commit murder in front of everyone. The redhead folded her arms, jaw tightened as her eyes watched you carefully. But you were ignoring her and that was pissing her off even more.
You fixed your clothes, forcing her eyes down as you took longer with your skirt and made her lose focus of a second. A deadly reminder of what she missed for not keeping it in her pants.
Natasha only snapped out of her thoughts when you started to walk away. She growled under her breath but followed you, because anywhere you went now, there was a love-sick redhead behind you and ready to please you.
She first tapped your shoulder and you only looked over your shoulder and huffed. Then she tried to walk backwards in front of you and you kept dodging her, barely making eye contact with her and laughed when she tripped.
By the time you made it to the other building for finance lecture, Natasha’s nostrils were flaring and her fingers were twitching.
She acted fast as soon as she saw the janitor closet where she fucked you more than once. And she was tired of you ignoring her so was it really a surprise when she hoisted you over her shoulder?
You groaned, punching her back as if that would make her stop and when you started to protest about your skirt lifting, Natasha simply pressed her hand over your ass to secure no one but her could see the underwear you picked that morning.
Natasha only put you down when she locked the door and blocked you from going out. You growled but avoided her gaze, trying repeatedly to move past her as if you would make it at some point.
Finally, you looked at her and her green eyes were darkened with lust but mostly, wrath.
“Move” you demanded through gritted teeth and she raised a brow “Romanoff, move. I’ll be late”
She snorted but moved just an inch, giving you enough hope and when you stepped closer her hands grabbed you and pinned you against the door.
“It’s funny how you think I care about your fucking class” she said with a low and raspy voice that always got you wet, specially now that she was exuding power with one hand pressed against the door and the other one holding your hips firm “Care to explain why you are ignoring me?”
You huffed and turned your face to the side when leaned closer to kiss you. Her hand moved fast, dropping your backpack along with hers and she trapped your body.
Her lips brushed your neck, her nose inhaling your scent almost to make sure you still smell like yourself and not like Tyler and your knees almost failed you.
“Leave me alone” you grunted when she licked your neck and you pushed her off “Go with Hayley if you want to fuck so bad”
She raised a brow “Who the fuck is that?” but you just scoffed and Natasha smirked when she realised what was happening “You are jealous”
“Me? Jealous?” you snorted and pushed her again but your efforts were pointless, Natasha could be a rock when she wanted “I don’t care what you decide to do in your free time. We are not a couple”
“But we are something” she replied firmly and grabbed your chin to make you look at her “Whoever that Hayley is, I don’t like her”
“No, you liked her boobs” you tried to free your face from her grip but it was useless, again “My class started, let me go”
“You are not going to that class. In fact, you are not going anywhere but home” she retorted and when her knee sneaked between your legs, you whimpered “That blonde is just a blurred image for me. I don’t care about her nor do I want her”
“Your grin and your eyes said otherwise” you insisted and your hands were trying to keep her away from your body, knowing your skin was now burning with need “I’m deadly serious right now, let me go”
“My statement stands, you are not going anywhere. Not to class, not to the gym and not to dance practice” she husked and pushed your body even more “You lost your privileges to walk around free”
You snorted “My privileges? You don’t fucking own me, Romanoff”
“But I do, princess” she smirked devilishly and leaned closer to your ear, making you bite your lower lip “Maybe your little time around Tyler made you forget who actually makes you feel good” she whispered and you held back a moan “That girl means nothing to me, what about Tyler?”
“He is just a friend, how many times do I-“ her hand wrapped around your throat and you gasped, your hands grabbing her wrist but you weren’t sure if you wanted to make her stop or squeeze harder.
“A friend? I’ve been fucking playing nice, don’t make me start to choose who you talk to” she grunted and her grip tightened “Tell your friend to stop touching what’s mine”
“I’m not-“
“Do not finish that sentence” she whispered, her fingers digging into your neck that for a moment you swore she could break you if she tried enough “Because it sounds to me like you need a fucking reminder” she finally loosened her grip when your face turned red and you coughed “On your knees”
“The floor is filthy” you defended and her hands pushed you down “Romanoff” you warned but she ignored you.
“Open up” she commanded and you pursed your lips, making her roll her eyes with annoyance. One hand grabbed your chin and the other one pinched your nose. And you held your breath as long as you could until you finally gave in “Stop making this harder on yourself” she gritted her teeth when she pushed two fingers inside your mouth and you bit her “I’m serious. Suck or you will only make it worse” she warned you and as much as you wanted to see how far you could push, you sucked her finger “Good girl”
After a couple of minutes, she pulled out her fingers and crouched before you. Her fingers tugged your hair as she kissed you roughly and as much as you wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening, you knew your underwear was more than ruined by now.
However, that didn’t stop you from keep defying her when she broke the kiss and smirked. And what you did wasn’t so lady-like of you, but she cornered you and you were still upset with her.
You spat on her face.
“Fuck you” you grunted as her eyes closed and she exhaled slowly.
Her thumb cleaned her face and then she licked it, green eyes focused on you more angry than before but also extremely turned on.
“That’s it, we are leaving” she said and reached for you backpack, already knowing where you kept the car keys “I was planning on only making you skip one class, but now I’m deadly serious”
“I’m not leaving with you” you whimpered as she pulled you up with force. You weren’t so sure about the logistics of her next movements, but Natasha managed to hoist you over her shoulder and carried both backpacks as she made her way out of the closet “Put me down, you moron”
“Why don’t you shut up?” she said calmly and ignoring curious looks of people that walk past you as she made her way to your car.
“This is the last time we ride together” you grunted, tiny fists still trying to punch her as if that would make Natasha change her mind.
“No, it’s not. And if you keep it up, I will make you come to college in the bike and not the car” she warned and you huffed. She threw your backpacks on the backseat and then gently sat you down on the passenger seat. Buckling your seatbelt and pecking your cheek as you kept frowning “Are you seriously keeping up the act?”
“Are you seriously an idiot?” you snapped back and flipped her off “I’ll jump out of the car”
“It’s an empty threat” she shrugged and leaned closer “Because if you really wanted to do it, you wouldn’t warn me”
“You know what? Fuck you, Romanoff”
“That’s exactly what I’m planning to do. Over and over again until you remember your fucking place” she smirked and you whimpered “And if I have to keep you in lockdown tomorrow and do everything all over again until you are fucking dripping with my cum and you forget your name” her face got closer to yours “I will do it”
“No one has that much stamina” you retorted but your knees clasped together and she chuckled.
“It’s sounds like a challenge to me” she kissed your lips and bit your lip, finally coaxing a moan out of your throat “Now, shut up”
“Or what?”
But she just smirked and closed the door.
(—)
The redhead drove painfully slow and as much as you wanted to say you got turned off during the ride, she made sure that didn’t happen.
Her hand sneaked under your skirt and her fingers pressed over your clit, fastening her movements to make you break and slowing down when your moans turned desperate. And every time you tried to start scolding her, she turned up the music up and started again.
By the time you arrived to your building, your underwear was officially trash. Your legs were wobbly and even if you wanted to walk, Natasha didn’t give you a chance.
She opened the door, startling Amelia that was cleaning the kitchen and Natasha greeted her cheerfully as she dropped your backpacks inside the closet and smacked the back of your thigh when you tried to scream.
“Don’t mind her, she’s moody” Natasha said softly and pecked Amelia’s cheek “Amy, why don’t you take the rest of the day off, hm?”
“But Ms Natasha…” Amy started softly and you grinned proudly.
“Yes, Ms Natasha, let sweet Amy do her job” you cheered and whimpered when Natasha slapped your thigh again “Stop that”
“You shut up” Natasha said firmly and smiled at the woman “I’ll pay double”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to-“
“One hundred percent sure, Ames” Natasha smiled truthfully “Text me the details for a transfer or do you want it in cash?”
“Transfer is alright” she mumbled shyly and Natasha nodded “Do you want me to leave dinner ready?”
“No, it’s okay. We’ll order takeout” the redhead replied and pecked her cheek again, slapping your thigh again when you started to protest “See you tomorrow, Ames”
You sighed defeated and waved at Amelia when she looked at you half worried but extremely amused. Out of everyone that could be traumatised by you two, Amelia got it the worse. But she never said anything, not once. She just looked at you both knowingly and didn’t judge.
If anything, she was the first one to notice you two were falling in love before anyone else.
Natasha walked to her room and ignored your whines when you said you wanted your bed. As if she would care what you wanted. Besides, the redhead had been waiting to add something to your sex life.
She planned on proposing it to you after the date but with your attitude that day, she knew the perfect moment arrived.
The redhead locked the door and put you down. She almost expected you to try to run but instead, Natasha got a slap followed by kiss.
Your hand sneaked inside her sweatpants and wrapped around her cock, jerking her off as you kissed her and she moaned. For a second, she lost focus as her mind felt hazy and drunk on you.
But when her hips moved closer to yours, you broke the kiss and pulled out your hand as you smirked.
“It doesn’t feel nice to be fucking teased, right?” you pushed her and she growled “Now, the games were fun and all but if I leave now I’ll make it to my last class. Give me the keys”
“You really are something else” she snorted and walked inside her closet. You heard her unlocking her safe and she placed there your phones, the car keys and the bike keys just in case and locked it again.
“You are fucking kidding me” you groaned when she walked out “This is kidnapping. I’m officially being kidnapped”
“You and I know that’s not how kidnapping works, princess” she rolled her eyes at your dramatic sigh “Strip”
“You can take my things, but you won’t fuck me” you flipped her off and sat at the edge of the bed “Besides, I’m already turned off”
“Wanna bet?” she raised a brow and laughed when you crossed your legs. She crouched before you and fingers caressed your thigh “I’ll ask one last time and as a demonstration of how much I respect you”
“Respect me? If you respected me, you wouldn’t be fucking flirting with anything that moves” you snarled and she breathed out heavily.
“Yes, I respect you. Maybe you don’t believe me now, but I don’t want anyone else” she said softly as your body trembled with anger but your heart fluttered “As I was saying, I’ll say this one last time or you will regret it” she warned you “Strip”
“How about you go and fuck yourself, hm?” you turned your face to the side with your chin up and Natasha scoffed but said nothing.
Instead, she stood up and pulled you up along with her. At first, it looked innocent when her fingers traced your collarbone and then played with the neck of your blouse. But then, both hands tugged the fabric and started to tear it apart.
You gasped and looked at her in awe.
She tossed your ruined blouse onto the floor and did the same thing with your skirt, ignoring you when you tried to stop her. The redhead was only satisfied when your underwear joined the rest of the your clothes and took a step back to admire your naked body.
“Don’t act so surprised, princess. I warned you” she shrugged and when you tried to slap her, she stopped you “And stop acting like I won’t take you to the Fifth Avenue and buy you pretty clothes” she added and you rolled your eyes.
“Fuck you, Romanoff” you spat and she remained unbothered “Those clothes…”
“… were touched by Tyler” she sentenced and got closer “Stop fighting me. Stop fighting this” her lips brushed yours and her thumb traced your jaw “You are mine but most importantly, I am yours”
Natasha kissed you before you could even think of something to say. A kiss that tasted like the absolute truth along with a promise. It was heated, desperate and powerful. Your skin tingled and the world muffled around you.
A part of you wanted to keep fighting and Natasha kept you in line without trying that hard. A reminder that no matter how sweet she was lately, in bed she would always have total control over you. The redhead didn’t even ask for it, you gave it to her and she used it wisely.
So with you behaving like a fucking brat and with Natasha needing to prove a lot of things to you and herself, it was inevitable that she had to overpower you.
Someone needed to put you back in place. Not someone, Natasha did. Only she knew how and when, even if you hated to admit that she had started to know you too well. And her words remained as the truth.
She was yours and you were hers.
Silently, she broke the kiss and walked to her nightstand. Opened a drawer and pulled out a red ribbon and you raised a brow but she didn’t even grin. No, it was a moment to be serious.
It was a day to make a fucking statement.
Natasha stood behind you and grabbed your arms gently, folding them on your back and securing your wrists in silence. The redhead took her time to check you were safe and then moved around you.
“Do you really want to stop?” she asked carefully.
“No” you admitted and stood on your tiptoes to kiss her “Thank you for asking”
“Always” she pecked your lips one last time and when back to position “Well, in that case, let’s put you back in place”
“You know, being dominant doesn’t suit you” that was a fucking lie because your thighs were dripping with your slick. She ran a finger over your slit and licked it “That means nothing. Actually, I think that’s Tyler’s work”
Natasha snorted “Sure it is. You are such a bad liar”
“Am I? There was a moment when you weren’t watching” you smirked and her eyes darkened “We are friends, but friends kiss sometimes right? You taught me that” Natasha growled and she wasn’t so sure if you were just provoking her or telling the truth now “And since you and I are nothing, I thought finding out if his lips were as soft as they looked wouldn’t hurt”
“Enough” she snarled and you looked at her amused, green eyes even more darkened than before as you watched her lose patience “You are playing with fire”
“I don’t think I am” you shrugged, your eyes glancing down and you smirked at the sight of her bulge and looked at her “I think he is bigger even, my hand actually…”
Natasha pushed you down with force, making you drop on your knees and pushed her sweatpants down. Her cock sprung out against your face and you instinctively opened your mouth.
The redhead would’ve mocked you if her blood wasn’t boiling because of your words, so she only limited herself to push her dick inside and all the way to the back of your throat. You tried to move your hands and the ribbon kept you in place, leaving you at Natasha’s mercy.
“Did you want him to do this to you, hm?” she uttered and her hips moved back slowly just to push herself again with more force and your eyes started burning “Because I don’t think he would be able to stuff your mouth like I do” she repeated her motions and you choked and she tutted “Breathe through your nose, princess. That’s it, just like that”
Natasha kept fucking your mouth like you were a freaking fleshlight. And you tried to hold back tears, still refusing to give in but your body was now reacting on its own.
Your mascara was ruined in seconds, your face red as she deep throated you and you weren’t sure how was that possible when at that point you’ve given her a fair amount of blowjobs. Was she holding back all this time?
She pulled out and placed her cock over your face. You swallowed and panted.
“I think I should take a picture, your face is the perfect reference to prove my size” Natasha smirked and you growled.
“Fuck y-“ but the redhead pushed her dick back and raised a brow as you glared at her.
“I should send him a fucking picture” she whimpered as one of her hands tugged your hair and she jerked her hips “He dares to call you angel but forgets Lucifer was once an angel too” she smiled devilish as your face started turning red again, the vein in your forehead popping “What would you do if people knew that the cute little angel they all worship is nothing but a fucking slut for my cock?” you growled and your teeth threatened to bite her and she tutted “None of that. I will pull out and you will apologise for even thinking about it”
Natasha pulled out slowly, wearing her insufferable smirk that was driving you crazy and making you resist even when you knew you already lost the battle.
But you would push until she fucking destroyed you.
The redhead raised her brow expectantly and you licked your lips. Taking a deep breath as you looked down for a moment, and she believed you were done fighting when you looked up with doe eyes.
“I’m sorry” you started and she hummed proudly, you cleared your throat and then your cute eyes sparked with mischief and your smirk grew “I’m sorry I’m thinking of…”
Natasha silenced you again with her cock and she went rougher, taking only a moment to get rid of her tee as sweat rolled down her forehead and glistened her body.
And maybe she wasn’t aware of the effect her body had on you, but at the sight of her naked upper half your will-power started to break inside you.
Your throat relaxed even more and your nose brushed her abdomen as she grabbed your head with both hands.
“There’s my good girl” she moaned as you gagged around her cock, noticing the way your body started to relax when she helped you bobbed your head “Let’s try it again, shall we? Apologise for everything and I will reward you with my cum in that pretty mouth, yes?”
She pulled back and your lips popped at the tip. Natasha took a second to admire the work of art you were. Mascara ruined, tears still streaming down, your chin coated with drool and pre-cum and your pupils fully blown out.
Natasha waited as you took a deep breath and your lower lip trembled.
“I’m sorry, daddy” you mumbled and she smirked.
“What was that, princess?” she asked with feigned concern and you closed your eyes, inhaling sharply.
“I’m sorry, daddy” you gritted your teeth with a fake smile and Natasha’s smirk faded.
The redhead crouched in front of you and her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard enough that you were sure she was definitely imprinting her fingers around your neck. Her jaw tightened and she leaned closer.
“You will apologise again. And you will fucking mean it” she ordered as your eyelids looked heavy and your ears started ringing “From the top, princess”
You gasped when she let you go, you coughed for a few seconds as your mind started feeling way more hazy and your head started spinning. But the worst part was the ache between your legs; you were sure that if you looked down, your slick would be pooling on the floor.
“I’m really sorry, daddy” you said in total surrender, your watery eyes looking at green ones that twinkled with pride “I’m so sorry for everything”
Natasha brushed her thumb over your swollen lips and kissed you tenderly as her fingers caressed your cheek. She pressed her forehead against yours and brushed her nose against yours.
“That’s my good girl” she whispered and pecked your lips “You are forgiven, princess. I believe I promised you a reward, but before I do that… Open up” you did as told and Natasha’s fingers lifted your chin, a drizzle of her saliva made it to your mouth and you didn’t know it was possible to get more wet “Swallow, princess” you did it and she smiled “Good girl”
Natasha stood up and her breath hitched when finally your resistance left and you looked at her with devotion. You told her silently you were still hers.
Only hers.
The redhead pushed one last time her cock and now was gentle, knowing that your jaw was probably burning but you silently pleaded her to go rough.
She whimpered and started to fuck your mouth as you wanted. Natasha focused on your gagging noises, the way your mouth wrapped around her and how you let her guide you with not an ounce of resistance. As if you were letting her know you were her toy, you were hers to use however she pleased.
“Fuck, princess, you look so pretty like that” her thrusts fastened and her fingers tugged your hair and you whimpered “Yes, you are my pretty slut aren’t you? Not Tyler’s, mine” your eyes rolled back at her words, it was the sense of belonging, knowing she wanted to own you in every way — drove you to the edge too “My princess. My slut. Mine”
Your moan was muffled by her cock but the waves sent more pleasure to Natasha and she tossed her head back, and with a few more rough and fast thrusts she looked at you and spilled inside of your mouth, pulling your head all the way down until your nose brushed her skin.
Natasha screamed your name and you came without being touched. Enjoying every delicious second of being used by her.
She pulled out and watched the way you swallowed, your eyes as hazy as your mind. You licked your lips and she leaned to brush your now dry tears.
“You are so fucking perfect” she pulled you up and kissed you tenderly. You whimpered as she undid the ribbon and guided you to the bed “We are not done, princess. I need you to understand who you belong to”
You nodded eagerly, brattiness long gone as she manhandled you in bed. She raised your arms and tied them to the headboard with the ribbon.
And Natasha started to work.
The last few days, she stopped marking your body after your mother’s words and it was also driving you crazy. But that Thursday, she forgot about it, she stopped caring because your mother would never understand the burning need to own you.
You were something so precious, so perfect and so easy to lose if Natasha wasn’t careful. The redhead needed the world to know that every inch of your body as hers now, that she wasn’t stepping down but she would fight for you.
But most importantly, marking you as hers was also giving herself to you. She had never done it with anyone else, maybe she should mention that to you so you believed her when she said she was yours.
So every bruise made over your body that day was a statement, a promise, an oath and the liberty to show them all that you were the only one she wanted.
Natasha left a trail of bruises all over your skin. She started with your neck as always, then with your collarbone, then came your chest and that was usually where she stopped but that day she went down.
Bruises were made over your ribs, your abdomen, the curve of your hipbones. It was ownership and worshipping because she went for every part of your body that she adored.
And you were a moaning mess, pulling the ribbon and jerking your hips as you felt the way you got wetter. And when she reached your thighs and marked them too, you were about to lose it.
“Daddy, please, I need you” you begged, voice raspy and sore, and Natasha hummed.
“I know, princess, but I’m working” she said licking your thigh over the bruise she left “I’m almost done”
You mewled as Natasha continued and when she was finished, she knelt to look at you. Your body was covered in bruises, marks that looked perfect over your milky skin.
A true masterpiece.
She leaned and spread your legs. You gasped when her lips wrapped around your swollen clit and your vision blurred. It was like your senses were heightened and Natasha was a starved woman.
You loved when she went down on you but that day she did it with intention. Reminding you that no one would ever make you feel like that.
Natasha Romanoff did ruin you for everyone.
You jerked your hips up, and she let you use her face. Her nose, her lips and her chin coated with your slick. And she usually would use her fingers, but you were so desperate that the redhead knew her mouth would be enough.
Your moans turned into desperate screams. You chanted her name like a prayer and Natasha felt how she was getting hard again.
You pressed your face against your arm, hands pulling the ribbon as your hips moved and Natasha’s tongue swirled all over your cunt. And your head turned heavy, buzzing with pleasure as you came all over her face.
Both moaned as Natasha helped down from your high. You were a panting mess, legs trembling as she gave you kitten licks and kissed your inner thighs and then crawled up.
Natasha hovered your body and noticed your dreamy eyes. She kissed you again, letting you taste yourself with a sloppy kiss. You whimpered, feeling the way your head was fighting to keep focus but a floaty feeling started to take over.
“One more, princess” Natasha murmured against your lips “You are doing amazing” you moaned at her words, the praises wrapping your floaty mind as she pushed herself inside “You are mine and I’m yours”
Natasha’s movements were slow at first, enjoying the way you were moaning and unable to talk. And she could’ve mocked you, degrade you a little more but she was now aware of your state.
The redhead read about subspace, she always played with the idea of how interesting would be to watch someone like that. And now that she was aware that you were entering that state, she understood how beautiful it was.
But she needed to be careful.
Her movements went faster when you whimpered impatiently. Natasha almost giggled because even when you now couldn’t talk, your bossy self of course was still alive.
The redhead gave it to you; she would give you anything you asked. She lifted your legs up to her shoulders and fucked you with purpose.
She reduced you to nothing but a moaning and whimpering mess and Natasha was right there with you. Her hips jerking as she pounded you desperately.
Velvety walls started to clench around her cock and she tried to hold back until you came first. Her thumb rubbed your clit and you screamed, your back arching as your hands pulled the ribbon trying to ground yourself.
When you finally came and your face contorted with nothing but pleasure, Natasha swore it was the most beautiful image she had ever witnessed. And that was more than enough to make her cum inside you.
You both moaned, your eyes trying to focus on her as you felt the way she was filling you up. But your vision was blurred and you just whimpered enjoying the fullness.
Natasha slowed down, grunting when she kept fucking her cum inside of you. And when she finally pulled out, you winced — already missing the contact.
The redhead was careful with you. She placed your legs slowly down to the bed and you whined when she walked to her closet, going directly to her bathroom and bringing back some lotion.
It was like watching a silent movie, being there but not really. Floaty mind and blurry eyes following carefully Natasha’s movements as she undid the ribbon and rubbed lotion in your wrists.
Then she rubbed your body with more lotion and you whined again when she left your side. But she came back with baby wipes and cleaned you up.
Her sheets were ruined along with your clothes and maybe yourself. And Natasha couldn’t find in herself to care.
Once she was done, she got rid of her sports bra so you could have skin to skin contact. You weren’t vulnerable, you were safe.
Natasha wrapped her arms around your limped body, pulling you closer and you managed to wrap yourself around her. She smiled when you nuzzled her neck and placed a soft kiss.
“I’m truly yours” Natasha whispered and kissed your forehead “Did you really kiss him?” she asked nervously and you just shook your head, still unable to talk as your mind settled “So you said it to piss me off” she chuckled and your grip tightened around her body “Well, you are mine right?” and the reply came in form of a soft kiss, a simple and truthful ‘yes’.
The redhead hummed and held you close. Letting you drift away between her arms as she whispered sweet nothings, praises that didn’t come with conditions but sounded like the truth.
And if the last few weeks weren’t enough to clarify your feelings and intentions with Natasha, that Thursday you came to the same conclusion as the redhead did days before:
You were so fucked because it wasn’t your body craving her only. Your heart did it too with an intensity that almost hurt.
However, you were ready.
(—)
Sadly for Natasha, sex didn’t make you forget.
It wasn’t that you were holding a grudge. In fact, you weren’t even mad anymore because Natasha did fuck you good and made sure you were fine at all times. But, of course, she had to grin triumphantly once you came back to your senses.
At first, you spent some more time in bed making out and fucked at least two more times even when your body was sore and your mind was threatening to shut down.
The night arrived and the redhead ordered takeout against your will, but you ate a little and drank way too much water as if you spent a month in the desert.
And when she wrapped your body in clean sheets and pulled you closer, you took a moment to be real with her before going back to make her suffer.
“I think I needed that” you started, eyes focused on your fingers tracing circles over her abdomen “but I need to say something”
“Is this about that girl-“ she started and you slapped her stomach “That hurt” she whined and you looked up.
“Good, you deserve it but we will get there” you huffed but pecked her jawline “I want to start by saying I appreciate the effort” you went back to caress her abdomen and Natasha hummed “but I don’t need you to coddle me when my mother makes an appearance” you said softly and Natasha grabbed your chin tenderly and made you look at her.
“What do you mean? Do you call what we just did coddle?” she smirked and you rolled your eyes “Kinky”
“No, asshole. I meant all your…” you pursed your lips trying to find the words “attempts to cheer me up after that day. You were so sweet that it was almost scaring me” Natasha chuckled and you slapped her stomach again “I’m serious. And don’t get me wrong, I liked it but I needed to feel normal” you sighed and rested your head over her chest “not like you were taking pity on me because my mother is a bitch”
Natasha’s fingers caressed your naked back, looking at the ceiling as she gave it a thought. She didn’t feel pity towards you, your mother was indeed a total bitch but maybe the redhead did try to compensate for all the things your mother didn’t give you.
She wanted to protect you, even when she knew how strong you were.
“I’m sorry” she said softly and kissed the top of your head “It wasn’t pity, but well your mother is…” she cleared her throat nervously, you weren’t dating yet and maybe trashing your family wouldn’t be a great idea “… a complex woman”
You snorted and looked at her “You can say it. She’s a bitch” you giggled and pecked her lips “but nice job, Romanoff. You are not so stupid after all”
“I have my moments” she grinned and that’s when you remembered that Natasha wasn’t free from torment. You straddled her lap and the redhead raised a brow with amusement “Again? I can do it” she smirked, and her hands started to roam your body but you smacked them.
“Now, let’s discuss something way more important” you announced and Natasha swallowed nervously when she noticed the glint of mischievousness in your eyes. Your fingers dug into her cheeks, squeezing and pressing so hard her face ached “First, I am sick of your fan club. I don’t care about all the chicks you’ve fucked but I sure as hell don’t need to know who they were”
“But I can’t control-“ she managed to say and you squeezed harder, leaning closer and she gulped again.
“You can and you will. I don’t know how you will keep your bitches in line, but if I have to deal with one more of them” your nose brushed hers and she squeaked, you looked terrifying “you will wish you had kept it in your pants all these years”
You let her go and Natasha let out a heavy breath as she tried to adjust her jaw and rubbed her cheeks. Seriously, people thought you were so kind and caring when in reality you were a tiny monster ready to kill. But she knew the truth, the real you.
Only Natasha dared to dance with the devil, though.
“You know that’s a very long list of-“ you threatened to slap her and she raised her hands in surrender “I’ll deal with it, yeah. In fact, I know how” she smiled sheepishly and you raised a brow with your hand still in the air “Go out with me”
You lowered your hand, tapping your chin as if you were giving it a thought. The yes was on the tip of your tongue, but Natasha didn’t deserve to get things easy. No, she deserved to suffer.
You sighed and she looked at you with hopeful eyes.
“No” you replied dryly and her eyes widened, tainted with something in between fear and disbelief.
“What do you mean no? But we agreed-“ she stuttered and sat with you still in her lap, hands holding your hips as if that would ground her.
“No, you said you were going to take me on a date” you retorted and Natasha grimaced “I didn’t say I would accept”
“But I- please?” she pouted and you tilted your head slightly to the side “Friday. Next week. You, me, and a wonderful date I already planned” Natasha offered at your lack of response.
You were being mean, you knew as much when her lower lip trembled and she swallowed nervously. But green eyes kept looking at you hopeful and caring. And even then, you weren’t about to make it easy for her.
No, because she had her fun.
Natasha degraded you, fucked you, made you skip all your fucking classes and dragged you around campus as if you were nothing but a rag doll. And yes, you enjoyed every second of it — except the classes part, but it was one day. But she was fucking flirting in front of you and she thought she got away with it by giving you the best sex of your life.
“I’m busy” you shrugged and she frowned “Why don’t you ask Hayley out, hm?”
Natasha whined, collapsing against the bed again and she grabbed one pillow, placed it over her face and screamed. And you pursed your lips trying to hold back laughter, watching her throw a tantrum and when you were about to climb down her lap, she stopped you and looked at you with her face red and pouty.
“I don’t want her, didn’t I make that clear?” she asked looking down your body with all the bruises and you followed her gaze and gasped, looking at her in disbelief “Oh yes, princess. Ownership never looked so beautiful”
You smacked her arm and stood up to look at yourself in the mirror of her bathroom.
The redhead moulded you. Officially you were a crime scene with all the bruises over your skin. And your mind ran all the possible combinations of clothes to hide at least most of them and you whined when you realised there was no way you would be able to hide all of that.
You stormed back and Natasha kept grinning so proud of herself that you didn’t regret making her suffer. You grabbed a pillow and started to punch her with it.
“You. Stupid. Asshole” you grunted and she laughed “What the fuck is wrong with you? You know my workout clothes won’t cover all of these right?” you kept going and Natasha only laughed, doing the bare minimum to stop you “I have a life outside campus, I have dance practice too!”
Natasha finally grabbed your wrists, tossed the pillow onto the floor and pushed you down over the bed. Hovering your body and wearing a smirk.
“Good, now everyone will know you have an owner” she kissed your neck and you huffed.
“I’m not a fucking dog” you whimpered “And I don’t have clothes for this”
“Wear mine” she suggested and you huffed again.
“There’s no way in hell I will look like an expensive homeless person” you grunted and she looked at you with a grin “How am I suppose to style that?”
“You will manage” she shrugged and you rolled your eyes “Go out with me”
“No”
“Go out with me, please”
“I said no”
“I’ll do anything for a yes”
And maybe Natasha should’ve known better, but she meant every word. That didn’t stop the shiver that ran down her spine when you smirked devilishly.
“Anything?” you asked innocently.
Natasha weighted the idea of taking it back but she was afraid that it was the only way for you to agree.
“Yes, anything” she said softly.
In a swift move you rolled your bodies again and straddled her abdomen. You lifted her arms above her head and held her down, your body leaning close and she felt her cock twitch.
“You have exactly one week to prove me, I’m the only one” you started, softly and sweetly. A tone that made her believe you weren’t asking for much, because that was easy. She could do it, right?
“Done. So is that a yes?” she breathed out when you moved closer to her neck and you licked it.
“Oh, I’m not done, Ms Romanoff” you whispered in her ear and she swallowed “One week of no flirting with anyone” you looked at her, nails tracing her collarbone as if they were a knife “One week to learn how to fucking control those curious eyes” you continued and she bit her lower lip.
“I can do that” she stuttered when your hips moved lower, feeling her hard on against your cunt but it was as if you were immune to her for once. You didn’t even moan “Consider it done”
You chuckled, a sound so sweet that Natasha knew you were about to throw the real bomb on her.
“One week to train your dick to only get hard for me” you continued, watching her carefully and she gulped “I know when you look for me all turned on and it wasn’t me who did that” you shrugged, hand wrapping around her length and she whimpered when you placed the tip in your entrance.
“Princess, I’m only human” she breathed out and you pushed your hips down her dick, making her moan but again it was like she did nothing to you “I see a cute girl and my body-“
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to go out with me” you said with feigned confusion “My apologies, Ms Romanoff. Let me get out of-“
“No! Wait” she whined desperately before you could move away and you smirked, clenching your walls and she moaned “I’ll do it. You-“ you rolled your hips and she whimpered “you are the only cute girl in my eyes…”
“Mhm, go on”
“The only one I want” she stuttered as you kept moving your hips “I- I will do it, I’m yours, just please-“
“Please what, Ms Romanoff? Please don’t stop? Please go out with me?” you grinned, moving a little faster and Natasha moaned louder.
“Both” she exhaled desperately and you smiled.
“In that case, let me finish my conditions” you leaned closer to her ear and she grunted “One week of no sex. Not with me. Not with anyone”
“But princess-“ you straightened up and raised a brow, staying still with her deep inside of you. You squeezed her dick again and she moaned “Yes, fine. No sex”
“Look at you, so obedient” you caressed her cheek and leaned to kiss her roughly, as she moaned and jerked her hips up trying to move “And like you said…” you whispered against her lips “As a demonstration of the respect I have for you” you rolled your hips and Natasha knew this was her punishment, a delicious one “You can fuck me one last time before you start with your detox. Enjoy, daddy!”
And it took everything in her not to cum right then and there, because she just signed her death sentence. But the redhead knew it was going to be worth it.
Summary: Natasha Romanoff was known for flirting, fucking and never calling back. You were college’s golden girl, desirable but untouchable. Two opposites doomed to meet. You said no and Natasha only saw a challenge. Who will win, though?
Pairing: g!p! Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
Warnings(+18): college!AU, Natasha embraces her big dick energy so again G!P Natasha, eating disorders, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, childhood trauma, biker! Natasha, dancer! reader. Each chapters has its own warnings.
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A/N: I was planning on posting Wandanat series first, but this kept dragging my thoughts back and I couldn’t help myself. So here we are ♡ Enjoy!
Synopsis: After a day of cameras and competition, you and Wanda retreat to your beach rental, where soft touches and quiet intimacy replace the noise. Just two athletes in love, finding calm in each other.
Pairing: Pro surfer!Wanda x Pro Surfer!fem!reader
Warnings: light competition; flirting; they eat fish; and are soft girlfriends;
Word count: 1.483
It’s on — classic, perfect Australian waves.
Maximoff is right by your left side, defending the Sokovian flag as she sits on her board — just like you. Both of you wear lycras stamped with the LGBTQIA+ flag, eyes locked on the horizon, scanning for those blue lines slicing through the ocean. The final round is about to begin.
As the first waves roll in, you're better positioned on the inside — the priority is yours, and you take it. A good-sized wave with a tall wall rises, and you go for it. With radical, progressive surf, you slice the wave apart with clean cutbacks and send sprays of water flying — style, precision, power. You land an excellent score on your first wave, and paddle back out proud, adrenaline high.
Maximoff follows on the next wave, putting on a show of strength, talent, elegance, and experience. She’s not about to let you get too confident. Her wave is bigger, longer — and her score, a bit better than yours.
You two put on a show. Huge waves. High-level performance. Pushing each other to the edge. The audience is thrilled — this is exactly the kind of final round everyone came for.
Maximoff sits calmly, breathing slow, focused on the horizon. She’s got priority and is holding first place with the highest scores. She’s in control now, just waiting for the clock to run out and secure her third Bells Beach trophy.
But you don’t want to give it to her.
With ten seconds left, you catch a wave just under her priority. You dig in hard, determined to show the judges how badly you want this. The Sokovian legend comes in on the wave behind you, delivering another strong performance. But you're focused — this is your moment. You unleash your full repertoire: massive laybacks, critical turns, and a flawless backside air reverse to close it.
Both of you wait anxiously for the scores.
Maximoff posts a 9.54 and a 9.17 — a combined total of 18.71. Even a perfect 10 wouldn’t beat her now… but pride pushes you.
You get it.
A 10.00 and an 8.48 — totaling 18.48. Your best heat ever. Your first perfect score. And still, you came second.
It stings.
You need space. Just a moment to cool down.
But you don’t get it.
“Head up, rookie! You surfed face-to-face with her — head up!” Natasha greets you the moment you step out of the water, throwing her arms around you. She’s your coach, your best friend. You’re holding back tears. But you raise your chin, give a short interview with Carol Danvers, and just as you’re finishing, Maximoff appears, grinning.
She hugs you, warm and genuine. “That was such a fun heat — thank you!” she says, before the two of you head to the awards ceremony, champagne spraying everywhere. You wave your country’s flag, trophy in hand, happy and exhausted. Especially after that heat — and especially with her.
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Back at the beach house, after your shower, the door creaks open.
It’s her.
Wanda looks into your still-wet, puffy eyes, and without needing a word, pulls you into a hug.
“You did so well, babe. I’m so proud of you.” She kisses the top of your head, nuzzling your freshly washed hair.
“You did too,” you whisper, resting your hands on her waist, eyes locked on hers. That look she gives you — like you’re enough, like you belong — warms something deep inside you.
“You’re such a talented baby girl,” she coos. “Getting a ten in the final ten seconds? Oof!”
You smile softly and lean into her neck, breathing in the scent of peaches and citrus. You kiss her there, light and grateful. “Thank you, love. It’s not easy surfing a final against the Maximoff. She’s… kind of incredible?"
“She is.” Wanda laughs gently, then leans in for a tender kiss — all kindness and reverence. Her left hand slides to your neck, her right to your jaw, her thumbs softly stroking your cheeks.
You melt into it, your hands brushing over her abs beneath her shirt.
“I’ve got some interviews and quick business stuff to do,” she says, pulling back just enough to speak, “but tonight? I’ll cook you dinner. Romantic and fluffy. Deal?”
“Alright.” You kiss her again, smile, and let her go.
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“I’m really proud of this result — my third trophy here. It’s… an amazing feeling!” Wanda says on the livestream. You turn up the TV’s volume, watching her face.
“Oh, I bet,” Carol Danvers says playfully. “But come on — you surfed the final heat against your wife. And she was literally flying. What was going through your head, sharing this moment with her?”
Wanda laughs, brushing her hair back. “We have to be professionals. It’s bittersweet — she’s the love of my life, and of course I want her to win her first champions tour event. But I want to win too. That’s our job. And I love cheering for her… almost as much as I love winning.”
“Fair enough! Okay, last question — say something to all the fans watching.”
Wanda smiles into the camera. “Thank you to everyone who cheered, no matter where you were watching from. It’s a privilege to be here, and I’ll keep giving everything I have to win more events. And last but not least — I love Y/LN with all my heart. Love you, babe!”
You grin, text her:
“You’re the cutest, babe. ily.”
Then you shut off the TV, grab your laptop, and head to the balcony — time for your interview.
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“Baby, I’m starving,” you whine, flopping into a chair. “My stomach’s eating itself!”
“Hold up, dinosaur,” Wanda says, laughing behind the stove.
You raise a brow at her perfect, muscled back, her perfect arms, and perfect round ass. “Can’t believe you’re laughing at me,” you mutter, eyes trailing over her body. “It does smell amazing though…”
“I’m almost done,” she calls over her shoulder, the smile in her voice obvious. When she finally turns around, your heart flips at her expression. “Just finishing cooking for you.”
Smirking, she turns back. You nearly combust. There she is — the softest person alive, making you a romantic dinner. You play it cool, walking over to kiss her cheek, then quietly start setting the table.
Dinner is grilled pescado with orange sauce, sautéed mushrooms, and fresh salad with olive oil. Wanda drinks non-alcoholic beer; you have coconut water.
“Oh my god,” you moan after the first bite. “This is so good.” You whine, full of joy, fully aware she’s watching your every movement like a hawk.
“That good?” she teases, clearly fishing for praise.
“This is perfect! I love you.” Her eyes shine, watching you eat like you’ve been starved. Just sitting here, talking about the heat, the intensity of the Australian leg, missing each other, and everything in between.
Just you two — and this little universe you built together.
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As you're drying the last dish, she sneaks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
“Wanna have a night walk on the beach?” she asks, voice low, eyes half-lidded with comfort.
You lean into her warmth, humming contently. “Mhm.”
“I’m down for that açaí bowl from that little market down the beach,” she adds, brushing her lips over your cheek.
You laugh softly. “Let’s go.”
The air outside is a soft hush of salt and breeze. You slip your hand into hers as you walk, sandals in the other, the cool sand between your toes.
On the way, two fans recognize you and stop you with wide smiles and excited chatter. Wanda beams as you pose for a quick picture, both of you used to this — both of you grounded enough to still enjoy it. You chat a little, thank them, wish them well, and keep walking, fingers tangled again.
You kiss under the moonlight like you’re teenagers, barefoot in the cool sand, the only witness being the sea and the stars. You stop again just to breathe it all in — the sound of the waves, the rhythm of her beside you, the simplicity of the moment.
Later, you sit cross-legged on a wooden bench by the market, sharing one big açaí bowl between you — full of granola, strawberries, banana slices, and more laughter than either of you expected. You feed her a spoonful, and she does the same. It’s silly, and it’s perfect.
You rest your head on her shoulder as you both watch the dark line of the horizon blend into the sky.
After a night like this — after the rush, the loss, the triumph, the adrenaline, the tenderness, the comfort — all that’s left is her.
The feeling of belonging, of being completely seen and loved, is all you can hold in your chest right now.
Guess this is what life looks like when you find the love of your life.
Okay I need your help I asked a couple of writers because I’m going crazy. There’s this fic with Wanda and reader the headline or like boarder was orange and on the right side it was Wanda’s face I didn’t get the left side picture and it started something with “after the cameras you and Wanda” that was all I was able to read before my tumblr refreshed and I lost it and have been searching for a while 😭💔 do you know that fic by chance?
is it https://www.tumblr.com/boysdontcruai/790721115860369408/pro-surfer-marvel-au because i literally just saved this a second ago to read?!😅
💬 0 🔁 1 ❤️ 31 · Pro Surfer Marvel AU · Chapter one
Synopsis: After a day of cameras and competition, you and Wanda retreat to your beach
read your unofficial sequel to Matching Napkins & Mixed Feelings on my break and i loved every word of it. R being a total emotional disaster/sobbing freak and Nat being obsessed with every bit of it. their dynamic is a NEEDDD 🙂↕️
amazing work as always, thank you for sharing. take care of yourself! 😸
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hahahahah it was so random and chaotic but i was like meh they are chaotic so it’s fitting😅
I've been avoiding your blog since you uploaded the first chapter of "High Risk, Higher Maintenance", cause I read the first chapter I said nope, it's going to give me anxiety not being able to read this whole master piece in one sitting, so when you finish you'll see me spamming likes on the chapters while I catch up sjajjsja
Love your work honey and i hope you have a great day/night
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sorry this wasn’t showing up for so long! my tumblr has been terrible recently anywayyy omf that’s some serious restraint! i always say i’m going to do this and never get past 3 chapter updates hahahaha it’s officially finished but there is an epilogue to go, i wasn’t happy enough with the ending😭
i hope you enjoy it now it’s mostly safe to read! and thank you soooo much🫶🏼
