A/N: oh my god i am so sorry for not updating, i’ve been lazy and busy but this part is a little short? i think lol but i still hope you enjoy!
Summary: You and she both agreed that it was just a whole “Friends with Benefits” some type of thing until you fall for her. You fall so deep that it hurts you to see her being in love with someone else.
It’s officially been two weeks since the last time you saw or even talked to Natasha – for two reasons. One, your feelings increase more than it shouldn’t. Second, she was extremely busy due to an emergency at the Avengers or some sort.
The woman liked it whenever you’re clingy, so that means she expects a message every day from you; until you actually don’t message her. You were reading your book at night in your bed until you hear the vibration of your phone on the nightstand.
Groaning, you grabbed the electronic device and saw 5 messages from the woman. I love playing this type of game.
Natasha: I hate it when you don’t text back.
Natasha: Are you busy?
Natasha: I know I’ve been very busy, kotenok. But, I appreciate a single message from you.
Natasha: send me a voice message?
Natasha: Getting impatient.
You giggled and find it adorable when she’s the one who is the clingiest of the both of you. Sighing out of laughter, you placed your phone back on the nightstand and continued reading your book.
You’re reading this book called Normal People and it kind of defines your relationship with Natasha – somehow. It was just all about sex, nothing more than that. Although you are loath to think that she’s using you for it, you don’t think so anyway.
Feeling tired, you decided to put your book away, and time to go to bed, excited for more messages that Natasha will send to you.
The moment you rise from your sleep, you immediately grab your phone to check the messages that your friend has sent you. To your surprise, it was a lot.
Natasha: I’ve been very horny for you.
Natasha: I know you’re awake, message me right now or you’ll regret it.
Natasha: That’s it, I’m calling you.
*missed 4 calls from Natasha*
You typed your fingers on the device and replied:
You: heyy:( sorry, i just woke up and i’ve also been reading for the whole night. X
Natasha: Kotenok, you should get better at replying to me. You know I hate it when you disobey.
She knows what she’s doing. You thought to yourself and sent a picture of you in bed, your comforter shielding your body away in the picture.
Not even 30 seconds later she replied:
Natasha: Teasing me, princess? Send me your titties I want to see them.
You: Demanding much? No, I have to go to work.
Natasha: Absolutely not, darling. You’re mine for the whole day. Go look at your front door.
“What?” You wondered to yourself and got onto your feet, rushing towards the front door quietly – so that Kate wouldn’t wake up, and opened it. Your eyes widen at the woman who has been standing outside for god knows how long.
“Hi, detka,” She smiles politely and kisses your forehead with gentleness in it. You felt your heart and stomach fluttering at the gesture. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course I did,” You added while you got comfortable on her chest. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not too long, I just wanted to surprise you that’s–”
“So are you two together?” Kate, I love you, but you’re ruining the moment. You turn your head and your attention span was on your friend.
“Uh–”
“No,” Natasha interjected with quietness in her tone. “We–We aren’t together. Y/N is a special friend.”
Kate squints her eyes seemingly and gives an “ah” sound, her eyes averted back to you and slowly smirks. You feel Natasha’s hand linger on your waist and pull you dangerously close to her.
“I made mac n’ cheese,” Kate says awkwardly while bringing her fingers on the back of her neck. “Poor Natasha, Y/N hasn’t let her in. Go on roomie, your guest must be itching to go inside of our humble abode.”
Chuckling, you brought Natasha inside of your cozy home with your hand intertwined with hers – feeling the gush of excitement firing to your loins. You sat beside her on a small circular dining table as Kate brought two small ceramic bowls of mac n’ cheese, the sight of the smoke filling the air.
“This looks good,” You added while munching on the food with your mouth boiling, making you blow out the hot air from your lips. Natasha giggled from the sight. Can this woman stop giving me butterflies in my stomach?
After a quick breakfast at your house, Natasha brings you back to her little apartment at Manhattan Square, feeling energetic or some sort. You’ve lost count of how many times she has brought you to the same apartment she lives in, and you wonder how it still feels like the first time going in.
Her apartment was small but very spacious. There was a single long white couch and across from it was just a normal screen TV that was on the wall – not big and not too small. Alongside that, there was a small dining table that has two chairs only across from each other. You think of how lonely her apartment was, it was like seeing a dead person’s house.
You were so out of your mind that you feel Natasha’s lips grazing against your naked neck, nipping at the skin gently as possible – making you let out a strangled moan that she always loves to hear over and over again.
“God, I’ve missed you,” She dangerously whispered at the back of your ear and firmly grabbed your hips to pull her against you, your buttocks were pressed against her pelvis tightly.
“Natty,” You breathed out – earning a hum from your friend.
“My little kotenok, always so desperate for me,” Her hands were now on both of your breasts and gives them a tight squeeze. “I can’t stop thinking about these naughty thoughts, you’re just so fucking pretty whenever you’re all submissive for me. It’s pathetic.”
Dirty talking was nothing new for Natasha, she was gladly an expert through it. She loves saying those nasty things that could keep you up all night and you loved every bit of it, if not, addicted to it. You feel her hips begin to roll against your body and softly push you on the couch, your front falling on the cushions.
Her lips possessively attack your back, your clothes and panties were already discarded from her hands that seemed to not get off you. She roughly palms both of your cheeks and slaps the other side with a loud smack!
“Oh, god!” You yelped in pleasure.
“Do you want to disrespect me again, little one?”
Smack!
“No,” You whispered while you feel your left cheek very warm. “I won’t disrespect you anymore. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise, Natty!”
She smirked, appreciating the sight behold her twinkling green eyes as she kneads onto your ass softly but aggressively; the possessiveness taking over her.
She takes off her tight pants along with her black lacey underwear, and your whole bottom was in between her legs. Is she going to hump me?
“I want you to stay quiet or else I’ll stop,” She threatened while kissing your neck softly, letting out a moan. “And stay still. Mommy will take good care of you.”
She thrusts into your ass with a loud guttural moan that made you even more aroused than ever. You hold onto the cushions tightly, your knuckles are turning white from the pressure as she leans her front closer to you, her head in your neck as you feel her pant against your skin.
“Such a good fucking girl, huh? Do you love it when mommy takes you like this, you little slut?”
You just nodded, you were too stunned to speak. And if you did, you’ll get another smack from your friend which you don’t complain but you love it when she grinds down onto you like some maniac in heat.
“Be a good girl and come for me, come on,” She begged while her hips are thrusting on you quicker than before. Her fingers are digging down onto your pussy. “You are so hot, come for me.”
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“When’s your next mission?” You asked timidly while playing with the strand of her hair, looking at her green eyes that shined through the light outside of her room.
“In a month, I’m assuming,” She replies with a small smile on her gorgeous face. She’s so beautiful and I’m just nothing to her. “We can go have dinner tomorrow? I’m not free today, Wanda is inviting me to the building.”
Your heart fell as you heard the woman’s name that came out from her lips. It’s not that you despise the Witch, in fact – you damn wished that it should be you other than her because what can you not give that she gives to Natasha? Your body and friendship is the only thing that Natasha wants from you.
Not you, not your love, nothing romantically.
And it fucking hurts like a bitch.
“Oh,” You said flatly while sighing. “Have fun, I guess.”
She felt your disheartened reply and shakes you a little until your eyes went back to hers. “That wasn’t a nice response, are you okay?”
“Y–Yeah!” You said with a nervous reply, suddenly feeling your back with sweat. You’re literally the dumbest person ever, Y/N. “Sorry, I was very dozed off. Of course, I understand, tell me all about it once you come home later.”
“Okay,” She said, convincing herself that there was nothing wrong, and kissed your hair tenderly with her soft lips. “You know, we should go out sometime. As friends, of course.”
You just feel like your soul has just left your body whenever she keeps bringing up her friendship with you. This is what you hate most about yourself, you’re falling for someone who you could never have. Natasha sees you as this person in the most platonic way but your eyes speak with feelings. Undeniable feelings for her – and it’s ridiculous how she can’t see that, she’s a spy.
“Why not,” You whispered and kiss her chest and earned a satisfied hum from Natasha, who’s holding you tightly from her embrace.
“I love you, Y/N. You are definitely my favorite person than everyone else.”
I wish I was yours completely.
You are currently back home after a quick hang out with Natasha – who wouldn’t shut up about Wanda – and you finally thank the heavens that you’re in bed at peace, until Kate fucking Bishop bursts into your room like some kind of psycho.
“Your hickeys are so obvious, please cover them up!” You laughed audibly and watch your friend flop on the mattress beside you, feeling it dip. Kate lifts her head up and uses her elbow as her leverage on the bed, looking at you with her signature squinted eyes.
“So, what happened there?”
You laughed again, “What do you mean?”
“With Natasha you dumb fuck.”
“Oh,” You tilt your head a little and tap your chin with the tip of your finger. Sighing, you replied: “We had sex.”
“And?”
“And that’s all,” You said, lifting your eyebrows in confusion. “What else is there?”
Kate laughs at how confused you were that she almost fell off the bed. My god why am I friends with her. “You did not seduce her?”
“I mean–”
“If you really like the woman you should! Do you love her?”
You didn’t hesitate to answer that question. “Yes, I do, frankly.”
“Then seduce her,” She tells you while sitting up on the mattress, making yourself be in the same position as her. “Send her like a nude pic, tease her. Oh and also, flirt with everyone, especially when it's someone specific.”
You felt awfully dumb because this has never crossed your mind once, ONCE. And here’s Kate being more of a smartass than you, it makes you cringe to yourself but she was right. If you love someone, you have to get them to love you back. It feels too childish, but you like it. You like childish shit.
I hate myself but whatever.
“You have a point,” You sighed and hold your ankles with both of your hands. “I don’t take nudes… I’ll try though, plus I don’t think she’ll appreciate that.”
Kate snickered, “Um, I think she would. Have you seen the way she looks at you? It’s so lustful and devouring… I don’t know, it looks like she’s looking at you the same way you look at her.
You tilt your head once again and furrow your eyebrows. She was looking at you in a different way? You were quite taken back by her comment that you almost lost your balance.
“Really?” You asked in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Kate said in an obvious matter, waving her hands in the air. “You’re just so blind, so I do think she’ll like that. And I promise you by the end of the day, you’re hers.”
What if it doesn’t work? What if she still doesn’t want you? Of course, you want to do it naturally because it’s healthier that way so you decide not to seduce her that much. If she wants you, she’ll find her way to want you. But you need to get the span of her attention of course.
“You’re quite smart.” You remarked while playing with your nails, a bad habit.
“I know.”
You and Kate hung out for the rest of the night, talking about how it was going to be planned, and watched a movie that didn’t make sense to the both of you.
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At 2 in the morning, you were in deep sleep that you didn’t hear your phone buzzing on your nightstand. You woke up groggily and grabbed your phone, the light making your eyes squint.
You see one message from Natasha and your heart suddenly felt warm.
Natasha: Has anyone told you that you’re the prettiest girl in the world? You should hear that every day and every minute, you deserve it.
Quickly, you typed on your phone and hit send:
You: are you drunk texting?
Natasha: Of course not, my darling. I meant every word I said, kotenok.
Your thoughts wandered if Natasha did like you, just a tiny bit, but you hated being the idealistic person you are. Although we don’t lose faith, right? Your quiet laugh died down until you felt your phone buzzing again, making you more awake.
Natasha: I had sex with Wanda.
Oh.
You clenched your throat and feel your eyes begin to water as you placed your phone back onto the nightstand, your body suddenly feeling heavy from what she has said. You never thought that this was a very painful feeling, especially from a woman who never feels for you the way you do. You let out a very quiet sob, rethinking the words she has typed out. I had sex with Wanda. I had sex with Wanda. I had sex with Wanda.
You’re a total loser for being so incredibly in love with Natasha. It’s like this one scenario when there’s a popular person in school and you’re that nerdy loser who’s in love with the popular girl or something. It’s pretty cliche, not going to lie, but you’re in that position in life right now.
Falling in love was so different because it was just only you who was playing the game, she was never in it. So, in general, that’s technically your fault – not hers. But, how can you not fall in love with a person who treated you like a person?
The next morning, you never bothered opening your phone. You just kept going on your day as if nothing happened. Kate noticed how quiet you were throughout the morning and didn’t talk to you much, considering you probably need to be alone. It was a cool morning, the coldness hits on your skin perfectly well as you took a walk outside of your house, getting your mind completely off Natasha. You see two to three people alongside you, watching a couple having their arms wrapped around each other that makes you want to gag.
Going to your local coffee shop, you can’t believe who you just saw.
A New York federal court has ordered US craft store Hobby Lobby to forfeit an ancient artifact purchased at a 2014 auction that "originated
Every business in capitalism is evil. Every last one, for the most part. Because none (not even on average. Like, 96%) of them are dedicated to ensuring that during every step of the process in manufacturing their product or service as intended, at its' core, to pay and treat everyone fair with whatever they put in, they get out. It's meant to help those at the top, statistically, logically, and historically. That's it.
So no matter where you work, your labor, indirectly, is always going to at least partially help bad people, and/or hurt innocent people*. They'll screw anyone and thing over for a dime: people who mine the resources, the drivers, the refiners, the regular workers, the customers, the quality of the product/service (to where it is dangerous), etc...
However, if the company/business/organization you work for knowingly funds hate groups, misinformation groups, groups that try to deny other people their freedoms, terrorists, or straight up STEAL ARTIFACTS FROM OTHER COUNTRIES AND THEIR CULTURES, your physical labor, DIRECTLY, leads to abuses of humanity. And you should at minimum know that you are doing it.
(at MINIMUM).
*and this includes small, even some out of home, businesses. Simply because: where do you get your supplies? Probably from ANOTHER company (or country) that is fucking over their workers, bad. Few (FEW) can say otherwise...(It IS still a business: you want to save money where you can, but, in doing so, you endorse countries or companies fucking their own people over for that savings...)
