Rosalia II 26 II She/Her II Brazilian II Mostly Marvel stuff (some other fandoms pop up here and there) II A lesbian mess... Well, a mess in general... There's dark shit ahead. Minors dni. Requests are closed!
Illicit Affairs: You were falling for Natasha and, despite being with Bruce, she couldn’t hold her feelings for you back. (Angst, Cheating)
Getaway car: Runners, deserters, traitors, those were the words you’d use to describe you and Natasha. You just never thought she’d betray you. (Angst, major character death, betrayal of trust).
Peace: How could someone like you ever give her the peace of mind you knew she deserved? (Angst, fluff, self-loathing/self-acceptance, hurt/comfort, healing trauma).
Tolerate it: Everyone assumed you were fine, but what would they do if you just... Broke free? (Major angst, hurt no comfort, just pure hurt - you've been warned).
Wanda Maximoff
Series:
Sanctum: (Pt.2) (Pt.3) Sanctum (noun) 1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church. 2. a private place from which most people are excluded. After everything that happened, WestView became your sanctum. And you would not let anyone desecrate it.
Sara Lance
One-shots:
Drunk in Love: You were jealous of Sara and Ava, but you had no right since you've never confessed your feelings to the blonde. So the only way to make things better was to get drunk, right? (Fluff, Angst if you squint)
Headcanons:
From the League to the Legends
Kate Bishop
One-shots:
With Great Power... : Since the moment you introduced Kate to the team, Peter had tried to do everything to get your girlfriend's attention, even if it meant putting her in danger. (A bit of Angst, Fluff if you squint, a bit of Humour)
Multi Characters:
One-shots:
To Find Love Again: You and Lena were dating, but you always knew her heart belonged to another. When she leaves you for Kara, will you be able to find love again? (Lena Luthor x Reader / Sara Lance x Reader)
Make Her Happier: Kate has always been your best friend, which didn't sit well with Wanda, your girlfriend. After the witch broke your heart, Kate mended it, but what happens when Wanda wants to have you back? (Kate Bishop x Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
Time To Go: What is the right course of action to take when you love someone, that someone loves you, but both of you are also in love with someone else? (Wanda Maximoff x Reader / Kate Bishop x Reader / Platonic!Yelena Belova x Reader)
Series:
Hello Darkness (Prologue, chap1, chap2.1, chap2.2, chap 3, chap 4, chap 5.1, chap 5.2, chap 6, chap 7, chap 8, chap 9, chap 10, chap 11, chap 12, chap 13...): You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands. (Wanda Maximoff x Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Reader)
Summary: Natasha's sick and you're the only one that can take care of her, whether she likes it or not.
A/N: For my good friend @gamed17 - hope you feel better soon <3
Bad news always travel fast.
These news? It’s stupid, not even that big of a deal, but it reaches your ears in record time.
“Natasha’s sick”
Two years, you’ve been an Avenger. Never once have you seen her so much as sneeze.
“What is it?” you say, closing your laptop and looking at Clint. You notice he’s dressed to go out. Maybe he’ll get her some medicine.
“It’s chicken pox” he says.
“Excuse me?”
You’re expecting a cold, stomach bug… but chicken pox? You don’t even remember the last time you heard someone got it.
“Yeah, it’s strange. I have to go, before I get it and pass it on to the kids” he mumbles, and that’s when you notice the travel bag. You glare at him, and he cowers under your stare. “Look, she won’t let anyone take care of her. And if I get it and then the kids get it, Laura will kill me”
“I’m guessing Wilson is leaving too” you say.
“Left an hour ago”
“Steve?”
“On a mission. Will come back in a few days. Maybe” Clint says, grimacing.
“He’s a super soldier. His chances of getting sick are zero” you huff.
You live with a bunch of children.
“It’s not about getting sick. It’s more about giving Natasha space” he says, looking over his shoulder. “What about you? Are you staying?”
“Of course I am” you say, going back to your report.
Clint nods and walks away, and as much as you pretend you’re focused on work, you can’t help but worry about Natasha.
A part of you also thinks that you have no idea how to take care of someone who refuses to be seen in a vulnerable state.
Maybe you’ll have to take it one step at a time. You spend the next hour or so trying to finish the mission report, when you hear a door opening.
Thinking it might be better to pretend everything’s normal, you keep your eyes on the screen.
“Why are you still here?” Natasha manages to say; you’re surprised by her commanding tone, even if her voice is barely above a whisper and she looks like she was hit by a train.
“I live here?” you say, wondering if it’s a good idea to ragebait her. She seems a little weak, but somehow, that’s when Natasha manages to be more unhinged and dangerous.
“You’re going to get sick, and I don’t wanna hear how it’s my fault”
“Relax. I got it when I was five. Plus, the Compound is testosterone free for the first time in months and you want me to leave? I can finally watch Real Housewives while having breakfast in the common area”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you” she mumbles, looking for something to eat.
But you already knew there was nothing there.
“I’ll go to the store later. Anything you want?”
“Just some fruit, and juice. Nothing else”
“You got it” you smile at her, but she looks away and leaves for her room, as if she wants to hide away from the world.
Honestly, you could barely tell she was sick, but that’s just how Natasha is. Always pretending to be fine.
You decide to go to the store before it gets dark, and just as you’re about to leave, you find Tony in his Iron Man suit, carrying groceries and medicine.
“Care to explain why you’re wearing the suit, Stark?”
“Protection” he says, handing over everything.
“Seriously? You’re all such babies” you say, browsing through the stuff he brought. There’s a cream that will help with the blisters and something for fever. Though you’re not sure if Natasha has one. She’ll probably knock you down if you try to take her temperature.
“So, this is not how I wanted you all to find out, but Pepper’s pregnant and I don’t want to risk it” he says, and you turn to look at him.
“Congrats! Sorry. I just assumed you were being the same as Wilson and Barton. This is really helpful, Tony. Just saved me a trip to the store. Thank you” you pat his shoulder, your hand meeting the metal armour with a thud. “Now go, be with Pepper. I got this”
“You sure?”
“I think so”
Not sure at all, considering how it seems that Natasha wants to be alone and you’re making it hard for her to just be miserable without any witnesses.
Even if she’s stubborn, and locks herself in her room, you’re not going away.
Before you can go back to the kitchen to start dinner, there’s someone else at the door.
“Hi, delivery for Fanny Longbottom”
You didn’t even know DoorDash delivered all the way here. Poor kid probably had to go through a shit ton of security.
That sneaky little red, thinking she can eat crap when she’s sick.
“Oh, Fanny from accounting, told her a million times to eat healthier. Here, keep the change” you take the bag, and he peaks inside.
“Is Captain America here?”
“Nope. Bye” you slam the door in his face, turning around to find Natasha staring.
“That’s mine”
“You’re not eating a greasy burger now. You’re sick. You need fruit and soup”
“I thought you were out getting stuff” she huffs and you smile.
“Yeah, bet you did. Go back to your room. I’ll make you some soup and bring your medicine”
“What are you going to do with my burger?” she crosses her arms, and it’s cute that she thinks she can win this.
“Seeing as I paid for it, I’m going to eat it”
“So not fair” she mumbles, slamming the door as she goes back to her room.
You’ll have to sleep with one eye open in case Natasha decides to kill you.
—
For the next couple of days, Natasha actually listens to you.
Except for the time you found her running on the fucking treadmill because she felt slightly better (her fever went down half a degree).
You forced her back into her room and she’s been there ever since, probably sulking, plotting your demise… or she already escaped through the vents.
At the radio silence that you’ve experienced for the last 24 hours, you knock on her door.
“Go away”
Of course you don’t listen, and find her sweating, her skin covered in small blisters.
“Natty, your fever’s up” you sigh, feeling her forehead. “I’ll draw you a bath, come on, sweetheart”
To your surprise she actually listens, and once the bathtub is full and the water has a good temperature, you leave so she can undress.
You change her sheets and knock before entering the bathroom to grab her dirty clothes, leaving a change you got from her closet.
“I’m going to put these in the laundry. You gonna be ok for a minute?” you ask, standing by the door.
Natasha looks at you, and for the first time you can tell how tired she is. After a second, she looks away, nodding.
The bags under her eyes and the small blisters staining her perfect porcelain skin are all you can think about as you load the machine with her clothes.
You know how much she hates feeling weak. It must be awful to see those visible marks of sickness, though they will surely fade away after a few weeks. Still, you know Natasha is not a patient person.
“The water’s still good?” you ask, approaching the bathtub slowly. There’s enough bubbles to keep her body hidden, but still, you kneel next to her and smile.
“I just need to wash my hair” she says, though she seems too exhausted to do it.
“Let me?” is all you ask, grabbing shampoo and waiting for her to consent.
Natasha’s shoulders relax, like she’s too tired to fight (the illness, your presence, maybe everything) so she leans forward a little bit and nods.
Your hands work in circles, massaging her scalp. A part of you takes pride in the way she lets out the breath she’s been holding.
“Water” you say, lifting a little washbowl with water to rinse her hair from the soap.
“You didn’t have to do all this” she says, her walls slowly coming back up.
“I know I don’t have to” you agree. “But I want to”
Natasha stands up from the bathtub after you're done and you immediately turn around, blushing a little.
“Need help?” you say when she’s putting on the cream, and she can’t reach the spots on her lower back. Natasha just hands over the tube, resigned to needing the assistance, though you’re more than happy, hoping your touch isn’t painful against the blisters. Seems like most of them are healing properly.
“You’re all done now. I’ll make some pasta for tonight. Sounds good?”
“Can we watch something while eating? I’m so bored” she says and you laugh.
“Anything you want” you say, thinking how big of a victory it is to have Natasha ask for small things like this one.
It’s a surprise when she joins you in the kitchen while you cook, making small talk, or as much as her sore throat allows her to.
“No wine for you. Sorry, darling” you say, knowing she’s still on meds. She groans when you sip from your glass, which only makes you laugh.
“You said something about Real Housewives” she says, handing over the remote.
“I was only joking. Let’s watch one of your spy films” you nudge her side.
Of course, you can see her mouthing some of the lines, and you want to tease her about it. But you keep it to yourself, smiling.
She insists on doing the dishes and you only let her because she seems to be feeling better.
By the time she’s done, you’re on your second glass of wine, feeling a little sleepy.
“Another movie?” she asks and you nod, though you’re pretty sure you’ll fall asleep before it’s even over.
Sure enough, you’re doozing off at the first fifteen minutes. What surprises you is Natasha’s head on your shoulder, and when you glance down you can see she’s fast asleep.
Not wanting to wake her up, you lay down, letting her settle and wrap an arm around your waist.
“I got you. Get some sleep, Tasha” you say, happy that her fever’s practically gone.
For the first time since she got sick, Natasha has a full night of sleep.
—
The next few days are better. Natasha’s fever is gone, the small blisters are dried up and Tony got her the fancy stuff, which means her skin will look perfectly fine in a matter of days.
Still, no one’s back and you’re enjoying the time with her.
“This is so much fun” she says when you’re both in the couch, playing Mortal Kombat. “Why didn’t you tell me about it sooner?”
“Because… damn it” you mutter when she kills you again. Now you’re 2-1 on the score. “Whenever we started talking about it, you screamed nerd alert and left the room”
Natasha chuckles at that, but she’s not laughing when you pull an ice blast with your Sub-Zero.
“Need more soda” you pause the game when you win and she complains, following you to the kitchen.
“You’re trying to throw me off the game”
“I’m not” you say, though you’re practically smirking. “Come on, Natty. I just need more soda and popcorn, cross my heart”
“I’ll let it slide because you took care of me” Natasha says, leaning against the counter. She rubs her neck, and it’s such a weird sight, you don’t even know what to make of a nervous Natasha. “Which, by the way, thank you… I honestly don’t even know how…”
“It’s ok. I can’t even imagine how awful you felt, Nat” you shrug your shoulders. The silence that follows makes you turn to look at her, and you frown. “What?”
“I thought you already had chicken pox”
“Oh, I…”
“But you just said you can’t even imagine how awful it is” she tilts her head to the side. Now it’s your turn to be nervous, and you can’t honestly read her at all. Is she pissed at the fact that you lied?
“Nat, I wasn’t going to leave you alone” you say, looking away.
“And what if you got sick too?”
“Then… I’d get sick. And that’s that. I was willing to risk it. Don’t even bother scolding me over it. I’d do it again…”
You’re ready to give her an entire speech on how it’s ok to let someone else care for you, how she can trust others and that you’ll never see it as a burden.
It’s honestly a great speech, but you can’t really say anything, not when Natasha’s lips are on yours.
You freeze for a second, but once your mind catches up with your body, you grab her by the waist, until she’s flush against you.
“I really hope you’re not contagious anymore” Wilson says and you break apart. Natasha’s eyes don’t leave yours, so it's on you to kick Sam out of the room.
“What are you doing here?”
“My sister got tired of me”
“Oh, and now we have to pay for it” you say, and he just laughs.
“Alright… you two carry on now”
“Sam, just leave” you say, squeezing Natasha’s hand. When he’s finally gone, you turn to look at her.
“I’m…”
“Don’t” you say, cutting her off. She tries to pull away, but you don’t let her, your hands craddling her face. “Please don’t say you’re sorry about that kiss, Natasha”
“I was just… in case it made you uncomfortable”
“Never. I promise” you kiss her cheek, which actually makes her blush.
“Well, now that I’m allowed to go out into the world again… maybe we can have some dinner?” she says, smiling when you bite your lip.
“A date?”
“A date” she confirms with a nod.
“I’d love to”
“Good, because you owe me a burger” she teases and you’re about to protest when Natasha kisses you again.
Fine, whatever. You’ll get her all the burgers she wants, as long as she kisses you like that again and again.
Summary: Natasha's playing with fire when a new resident joins the Compound.
A/N: Queen of Angst @esposadejoyhuerta asked for the fluffiest, sweetest, tooth rotting story ever and I was happy to deliver, even after they changed their request to inclue jealousy BECAUSE no one can stop me. Love ya, baby!
Another day, another mission. Since last week’s mess, it seems like Fury’s been finding ways to torture the team.
Yes, at the end they were able to retrieve the drive with the data of over twenty enhanced individuals. But so did HYDRA. And now the Avengers are on a race against time to locate them before the Russians do.
Natasha walks to Fury’s office, not excited at the prospect of risking her life to recruit people who didn’t really want to be found.
“Yes?” she says as soon as Fury turns around. He hands over a very heavy binder. “Is this their criminal record?”
Great, a weirdo with a troubled past. Natasha might not make it out alive.
“No, that’s their academic stuff. She’s a scientist. Crazy smart” Fury explains. “Have you heard of Bio-Thermokinesis?”
“No, not really”
“The ability to manipulate the body temperature of oneself and/or others” he recites, having learned the concept just now.
“That doesn’t sound so bad” Natasha says, closing the folder. It’s certainly better than the last few people she had to chase down.
“Yeah, until she induces a heat stroke or hypothermia” Fury scoffs. “We’ve been failing at recruiting these people. It would be nice to have a win. Plus, she could work in the lab with Banner and Stark”
“I don’t think Nerd Club is worth one’s freedom” Natasha mutters, skimming through the file.
“Well, either way, this mission doesn’t requires strenght. It requires charm. You up for it or should I send Hill?”
As Natasha gets to the picture of the target, she looks up.
“I’ll handle it”
—
As usual, you’re carrying more than you can possibly handle. Books, your laptop, a sandwich from the cafeteria, and correspondence from the main office.
By the time you manage to open the door to your office, half of the things in your arms are dangerously close to scattering across the hardwood floor.
“Oh, shit” you mutter when your keys drop.
“Need a hand?” a voice says and you jump back, the rest of your stuff flying across the room.
“Uh… can I help you?” you say, because the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen is perched up on your desk, legs crossed and a playful smirk across her striking features.
“Are you Doctor Y/L/N?”
“Yes. How did you…? I’m pretty sure the door was locked”
Is she a thief? You have absolutely nothing of value, at least not for a conventional burglar. You run every possibility in your mind and then you land on your second least favorite one.
Natasha notices the room getting warmer, probably because of how flustered you got. The file seems accurate regarding your power.
“AC broke down?” she asks innocently, undoing the top button of her shirt.
“Uh… I… I’ll open the window” you say, pushing it and leaning against the window pain. You consider jumping down to escape, but it’s a considerable height. You take a breath, deciding to face the matter head on. “So, which agency sent you?”
“Ever heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“Yes, that was my first guess” you admit with a sad smile. “What can I do for you, Agent…?”
“Call me Natasha” she says, hopping off the desk. “I’m afraid I am the bearer of bad news… and a generous offer”
“Mmm” you nod, fixing your glasses.
“A tactical team was sent to stop the purchase of confidential information for 30 enhanced individuals. We were able to obtain it… and so did HYDRA”
“Listen” you raise your hand, taking off your glasses and pinching the bridge of your nose. “I get it. HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. know about me. The thing is, my power isn’t something you can leverage in a fight. I doubt they’ll be very interested in me”
“I think you’re wrong. And it’s not just your ability. Your expertise in science and your genetic makeup can be used to experiment”
“So, is that what S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to do with me?” you sigh, looking out the window. You’re enjoying the view, vaguely aware that life as you know it is over.
“We want to offer you shelter at the Avengers Compound. 24 hour security, top facilities and technology. You can continue your research” Natasha says, trying to make it sound like a great deal.
It brings her back to that time Fury told her it was either work for the US government or end up in the Raft.
Your offer is slightly better, but a golden prison is still a prison.
“Are there any questions I can answer before you make a decision?” she offers with a kinder tone.
“Yeah. Do I even have a choice?”
—
Academic life is all you’ve ever known. Grants were the perfect way to do your research without having to look for a benefactor and expose yourself. You could learn things about your DNA, your abilities, while doing other stuff without anyone noticing.
Now, you wake up and there’s nothing that drives you. You live with people who have exceptional skills, physical prowess, and military training. Their world is avenging, your world is scientific papers and books.
Sure, their lab is nice, but most of the times you end up leaving early, completely unmotivated and feeling empty.
Natasha watches from afar, and although this isn’t her doing, she feels responsible. She tries to include you in activities she understands, like training, but you’re very obviously not the athletic kind.
Banner is, as usual, isolating himself and Tony speaks nerd, but is barely around unless a mission requires his presence.
It isn’t until one day that Peter shows up to the Compound that Natasha gets an idea.
“Hi, Miss Romanoff. Is Mister Stark around?” he asks in that shy tone he always uses when he’s around Natasha.
“Nope, not to my knowledge. Do you need anything?”
“FRIDAY told me to meet him here. He must have forgotten. I guess I better get back to my Biochem project”
Wait a minute.
He’s a nerd.
“Stay” she says, looking him up and down. Peter reminds her of a puppy when he stops completely, as if he learned a new command. “Wait for Tony at the lab. I’ll try to find him”
“You’re sure? I’m not allowed inside by myself” he hesitates, following Natasha.
“Yeah, it’s fine” she types in the access code, and of course, there you are, spinning in your chair.
As soon as you hear the door opening, you stop your movements, almost falling off.
Natasha finds your blush adorable.
“Hey, Y/N. This is Peter. He’ll be around waiting for Tony”
“Oh, hey. Ok, I was just leaving. I’m kinda stuck either way”
“Ordinary Differential Equations?” Peter says as soon as he gets his eyes on your board.
“Yes. Very impressive” you nod. “This is focused on genetic network. I’m trying to determine inborn errors of metabolism”
“Oh, you know? There’s a brilliant Doctor who’s working on that, maybe her paper would be great for you. She’s Y/N Y/L/N”
“Yeah, that’s me” you say, tapping your chin and examining the board. “What is your ability? If you have any? Maybe I can use a different set of data”
“Yes! I would love to, what do you need from me?” Peter says, a little starstruck at finding out you’re one of the most prestigious researchers in the world.
“For now, a blood sample” you wink at him, adjusting your glasses.
Natasha sits in the back of the lab as you and Peter work together, and you explain every concept to him. This is the first time since you arrived that you don’t look so miserable.
The Russian takes it as a small win when you join her in the common area for dinner.
--
Since Peter found out about your abilities and your permanent stay at the Compound, you’ve been advising him on his project and college applications. Which is a really nice distraction, but it also makes you miss your own college days.
So, even if you’re in a better mood, it’s still hard to socialize with the team.
One day, you enter the lab to find Rogers, Wilson and Barnes looking at a screen, while Natasha types.
“Whoever encrypted this is slightly smarter than me. Only slightly”
They look away as you drag a chair to focus on your own stuff, a cup of coffee in your hand and a cookie in your mouth.
“Hi…” you wave at them, feeling intimidated as usual.
“Hey, weather girl” Sam winks at you.
Natasha rolls her eyes and elbows him.
“Ignore him, Y/N”
You can tell she’s getting frustrated, so you inch closer, looking at the code over her shoulder. Placing your hand on her elbow, you silently ask for permission to take over.
The redhead eyes you curiously, but stops typing and moves the keyboard your way. It takes you twenty seconds to hack into the files.
“How…?”
“I used to hack into databases to make sure my name wasn’t on any watchlist” you explain casually. Natasha laughs at that. “Anyway, there you go”
“Thanks, Y/N. You’re my hero” Natasha says, smiling up at you. Her tone makes you blush and you nod, going back to your desk.
“Nice work. We could use your help if you’re free some other time” Steve says as they leave the lab.
“Of course, Capitan”
—
An intruder changes your mind about training. The threat is handled swiftly and you don’t even have time to hide before F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirms the suspect has been taken into custody
But you don’t even know how to begin to defend yourself, so you come back to Natasha, asking if her offer still stands.
Needless to say, the spy is more than happy to train you. Not just because it means you’re comfortable asking for things, but because Natasha can teach you something that will help you protect yourself.
You start with two sessions per week, which later turns to four, until you’re comfortable with training almost daily.
The rest of the team joins from time to time, giving you advice and helping you when Natasha’s away on missions.
After a few weeks, Natasha notices how your resistance is better and you’re building some muscle.
Only as a professional observation. It’s not like she finds you attractive, with that nerdy charm and toned arms.
One day, as you’re leaving the gym, she checks her bag, cursing when she notices she forgot a change of clothes.
“Wanna borrow one of my hoodies?” you offer, handing over your NYU sweatshirt.
“You sure?” Natasha hesitates.
“Yeah, I got tons of these. From all the places I’ve done work or research”
“I’ll give it back” she promises, taking it.
That turns out to be a lie.
A few days later, when you’re folding your laundry, F.R.I.D.A.Y. requests that you join Tony and Banner in the lab. Leaving the basket in the living room, you think nothing of it, nor do you notice that a couple of your sweatshirts are gone.
It all comes to light a week later, when Natasha comes back from a grueling mission. The only thing that will make her feel better is staying in her room while wearing your UCLA hoodie.
She totally forgets about her attire when she answers the door.
“Huh, so that’s where it was” you tilt your head, smiling.
“I…”
“I’m watching a movie, care to join me? It’s one of your favorites”
“Ok” she nods, surprised that you’re not mad about the stolen sweatshirt.
Natasha enters your room, appreciating the combination of books, notes and the board with equations. After you apologize for the mess, you offer a place to sit in your bed.
“It looks good on you” you compliment the redhead. Natasha smiles, trying to be nonchalant about it.
“Thank you”
It becomes a habit, to steal your hoodies.
“Objectively speaking, you don’t actually need them as you can regulate your temperature” Natasha comments one day, digging through your closet. To her shock, she finds a sweatshirt with a sorority logo on it.
“Not mine. A girl I hooked up with in college” you explain.
Natasha rolls her eyes, throwing the garment as far away as possible while pulling a face. You laugh at her reaction.
“Don’t be jealous, Natty. You’re my favorite” you promise, unaware of the effect your words had on her.
“And yet you never let me wear the Harvard one”
“That was my first” you shrug your shoulders.
“First college or first hook up?” Natasha taunts and you laugh.
“A nerd never kisses and tell. Actually, a nerd rarely kisses anyone to being with” you try to joke, pulling out the Harvard sweatshirt from your closet to put it on.
Natasha eyes it, and you catch her intentions a little too late. She inches forward and you stretch your arm back, trying to place the hoodie out of reach.
“Nu-uh” you shake your head, laughing as she keeps trying to steal it. “Natasha, there are like ten other hoodies you could take!”
“I want this one!” she insists, jumping. Her body crashes against yours, and you both stumble, falling in your bed. Limbs are tangled and her laugh tickles your ear as she struggles to lift herself up. After a moment, Natasha smiles, looking at your lips. “Gotcha”
You don’t even know what to say, her intense stare making you feel warm -both literally and figuratively - and your heart beats faster when it seems like she’ll lean forward and kiss you.
“Agent Romanoff, there’s an urgent call for you” FRIDAY interrupts the moment.
Natasha sighs, standing up and looking at you.
“Catch you later?”
“Yeah” you nod, trying to hide your disappointment.
—
Natasha was gone for a week, and returned with a very bad injury. You heard the news as Steve and Tony were arguing in the kitchen, blaming each other as usual.
“Where…? Is she ok…?” you try to interrupt them, but they’re in the middle of a screaming match.
“Come with me” Maria says, taking you to a whole different wing of the Compound. Since you’ve never been on missions, you didn’t know about the Medbay.
Natasha’s lying in a hospital bed, asleep.
“She’s ok. A guy threw a knife at her, but it was only a superficial stab wound. Doctor said she’ll be discharged tomorrow” Maria eases your nerves.
Of course, for her it’s easy to say it’s no big deal. Agents are shot, blown up, killed in the field. A little scratch is nothing, especially for Natasha. But you take a deep breath, leaving the Medbay in a rush.
As you lock yourself in the Avenger’s Lab, you make F.R.I.D.A.Y. a simple request.
“Show me the mission’s footage”
—
Natasha’s had worst, truly. But still, her head is throbbing when she wakes up. The doctor discharges her with the instruction to rest for a week. No training either.
The Russian notices a bag with clothes on the chair next to her bed. She finds your Harvard sweatshirt, which puts a tiny smile on her face.
You are nowhere to be found in the Compound when she returns, so she goes to her room to take another nap, the painkillers making her sleepy.
By the time Natasha wakes up to get something to eat, F.R.I.D.A.Y. requests her presence in the lab.
“What is it?” she says, surprised to find you working on a tablet. It looks like you haven’t slept in the last 24 hours, five or six cups of coffee around the various tables in the lab.
“I created a new technology for your suit” you jump right to it. “It has motion sensors that are triggered by incoming threats. That way, if someone tries to sneak up on you, you can either get an alert or program a defense mechanism that can be shot from any part of the suit”
Natasha takes the tablet, running the simulation. She’s impressed with the level of detail you’ve placed on this and on such short time. She’s about to thank you, but you’re already asleep in the couch of the lab, clearly exhausted from all the work you’ve done.
The sight of your sleeping form makes Natasha’s heart flutter.
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Movie night is the one tradition you’ve always been on board with. Coincidentally, it’s Natasha’s least favorite. Depending on her mood, she’ll join everyone on the living room, or talk you into watching something else in your room or hers.
Tonight, she stops by once the movie has already started. As usual, you’re on the couch in the far back of the room, your glasses reflecting the screen as you eat some popcorn.
“Hey” Natasha leans over the back of the couch and whispers against your ear, making you jump. Your eyes follow her as she jumps over to plop down next to you.
“You’re not supposed to be doing that with a hole on your side, Natasha” you reprimand.
“It’s fine” she lies, grabbing some popcorn.
As the movie keeps going, the woman inches closer to you. At first you think she’s settling in her seat, but then her hand spreads on the back of the couch, dangerously close to your neck.
It’s fine. You can handle it.
Nope, you absolutely can’t. Not when you feel Natasha’s nimble fingers playing with the hairs on the back of your neck, her digits alternating between caressing the skin and scratching your scalp.
“You’re hot” she whispers at some point and you turn to look at her, dazed.
“Huh?”
“You feel hot” she clarifies a second later, her eyes looking at your lips. “Is everything ok? Those powers of yours are acting up”
“I’m fine” you nod, looking back at the screen. Aware that you are in fact increasing the temperature in the room, you take a breath and close your eyes, before anyone else notices.
You’re almost back to normal when Natasha stretches and lies across your lap, her left hand squeezing your thigh as the other one begins to trace patterns in your skin.
All while she's wearing your Harvard sweatshirt.
Your only thought is to take it off, along with the rest of her clothes and kiss every inch of her body.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., is the thermostat broken…?” Tony finally snaps, annoyed at the sudden changes in temperature. “Never mind”
Everyone follows his eyes as he looks to the back of the room, where Natasha is playing dumb while riling you up.
“Can you two find a room to turn into a sauna and spare the rest of us?” Tony says, which makes your eyes widen, and the room practically turns into a freezer. “Great, now we’re all turning into popsicles. Cap, you’re familiar with the feeling, right?”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Tony” Natasha finally stands up, showing you some mercy. “Come on, detka”
“Uh, ok” you say, your voice barely a whisper as you allow the woman to drag you back to her room.
As soon as the door is shut, she pushes you against it.
“So, tell me” she says with a playful smile. “How hot do you think it will get here?”
You can only shake your head, speechless. Natasha smiles, kissing you softly. All thoughts leave your head, opening your mouth to give her access. You’ll do anything she asks, anything at all.
“I see” she smiles when the room gets hot. “Good thing we won’t have our clothes on”
It’s the best sex of your life.
So much so, the fire alarm goes off in the entire Compound.
“Fucking worth it” you sigh as you’re both naked in bed, the water from the sprinklers evaporating from all the heat in the room.
Omg, I've been so overwhelmed lately and I haven't been able to come in here as much as I'd like and to log in and read this just made my day 🥹🥹🥹 TYSM, you're such a sweet nonnie 💖
Also, to everyone else, sorry for not answering the other asks/comments. Masters' classes are being hell 😭
A/N: GUUUYYYSSS, I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!! I'm so freaking happy and excited that my creativity just bombarded me, and it didn't give a damn that I was supposed to write and article instead of this HUEHEUEE. I can't believe I'm going to see TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT!!!! I also bought the VIP tickets so I could be really close to her huehuehue I'm so excited!!
I normally write so much angst, but I'm so happy that I couldn't help but writing the fluffiest fluff. Seriously, this is tooth rotting sweet, super adorable. If you know anyone who loves fluff tell them to read this chap as a standalone (if they don't read the fic already), cause this is seriously the best fluff piece I've ever written.
Anyway, happy reading!
Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.
Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 5000 +/-
You left Tony’s lab feeling no different from when you entered, the smirk on his face telling you just how much he supported your decision. Well, of course he did, he was the one to develop the tech and attach it to you.
He was your best friend beside Natasha, and he knew this decision was going to make you happy, so he did it for you.
As you walked towards your room you took notice of everything in the tower. You were going to miss this place, you were going to miss your team. Tony and Loki were the only ones who knew about your early retirement, they made sure you’d have everything you needed in your new home, a home that Natasha bought and refused to tell you the location, she said it was going to be a surprise; you trusted her, and you knew you’d love whatever she came up with.
You opened the door to your room, Yelena was on Natasha’s lap, your fiancée sitting on the bed playing with your daughter. Neither had noticed you there.
“Come on, Malenky, say Mama,” Natasha said, playing with Lena’s hands as the child giggled madly.
“Ma!” Yelena practically yelled out, bouncing animatedly on Nat’s lap.
“Yes, yes my love, I’m your ma, but I want you to say mama” Nat repeated, her smile growing more and more “Your other mother needs some lovin’ too, you know.”
You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your heart swelling in your chest. If you could relive this moment again, and again and again, you’d do so. Natasha was such a wonderful mother, you couldn’t even comprehend what she must’ve gone through in the Red Room for them to make her think she was unfit for motherhood.
“Mmmmma!” Yelena yelled again, giggling right after.
Natasha threw her head back and laughed too, her smile going from ear to ear, her eyes shining against the light that came from the window. She shook her head then and tickled Yelena “Say mama!” she said.
"Ma!" Yelena said, almost as if she was teasing Natasha.
"I think she's messing with you, Nat," you said, making your presence known.
You walked further into the room; upon seeing you Natasha's smile became a beaming one, a shining beacon of happiness, just like Lena's. You didn't know how to process the hurting in your chest. The two people you loved the most were clearly ecstatic to see you, and that alone made you feel so happy, so fulfilled, that you felt your heart almost bursting out of your chest. It hurt, but it was the best thing you've ever felt.
"She is," Natasha confirmed, looking between you and Lena with what you could only describe as heart eyes. "She just loves messing with her ma."
You hummed and climbed the bed, kneeling beside your woman and your baby, leaning in to kiss Natasha.
"Must've gotten it from you," Nat added as you were just a breath away, your lips ghosting hers, her eyes full of mirth.
"Me?!" You said, putting your hand dramatically over your chest as you drew away.
Yelena laughed along with Natasha and you narrowed your eyes.
"Ohh, so you two are ganging up on me now, are you?" You said, crossing your arms, fighting off your own fit of laughter. You cracked your knuckles then, and an exaggerated evil smile crossed your face. "Well, I guess I'll have to deal with this the hard way, then."
You started wiggling your fingers as you drew close again, Natasha tried backing away but her back hit the headboard, Yelena was laughing hysterically even though you hadn't touched her yet.
"No! Please, please, spare us, oh all-powerful mama!" Your Natalia said between barely concealed puffs of laughter, drawing her knees up to try and protect Lena from your wrath.
"You must face your punishment, troublesome duo," you said, still wiggling your fingers, getting ready to pounce on your prey "So prepare for the… tickle attack!"
You dove in.
"Nooooo, mamaaaaa!" Yelena practically yelled between fits of laughter.
Your fingers danced across their bodies. Yelena was especially ticklish on her neck, while your beautiful Natalia couldn't hold it in when you tickled her waistline.
While Lena curved herself into a little ball to try and stop your attack, Natasha practically pinned her arms to her side in a futile attempt to keep you from her waist.
"Do you apologize for ganging up on me?" You asked imperiously, drawing away to think of a way to get the both of them without using your powers.
"Never!" Natasha yelled back, holding in her laughter.
“Oh, really?” you asked, drawing closer again, your arm sneaking around Nat. She nodded, biting her lip while fighting off a smile.
You managed to get your fingers under her arm, tickling her waist with one hand as the other wiggled around Lena’s head to get to the back of her neck, tickling her there. Yelena squealed and trashed around while Natasha tried wiggling away from your hand.
“Ok! Ok! We give up!” your redhead yelled between fits of laughter.
“What do you say, then?” you asked with a huge smile on your face.
“We’re sorry…” she said with a slight pout.
“Owy mama,” Yelena said, her pout a perfect mirror of Natasha’s.
You felt your hands twitching with the desire to squish the both of them, they were entirely too cute for their own good.
"You better be, otherwise I'll tickle you more, you two hear me?" You said, crossing your arms and looking at them through narrowed eyes.
Natasha nodded with a smile on her face, while Yelena threw her hands up and yelled "Yes!"
You laughed out loud and pulled them to you, giving Yelena's cheeks lots of little kisses, then delicately kissing Natasha's nose before resting your forehead against hers.
"Thank you for this, my love," you said, one of your hands caressing her face, "thank you for giving me our little angel, thank you for giving me your heart."
Natasha brushed her nose against yours, one of her hands coming up to rest above yours, "you should know by now that I'd do anything for you."
~
"Are you sure you don't want to tell anyone else you're leaving?" Tony asked as the last of your luggage got carried to the car.
You smiled up at him, if there was one thing you'd surely miss about this place that would be Tony. Yeah, he's a dick sometimes, and he can be really inconvenient when he wants to be, but he's also one of the funniest people you've ever met, and despite his attempts at hiding it, he's one of the most caring people in the whole wide world.
"Yeah," you answered with a little eye roll, "don't want anyone throwing a fit or meddling in my business. I mean, I'm moving out on the same day as Natasha, they're bound to find out about us."
"And by anyone you mean the wicked witch of the west," Tony teased with a smirk "Why not move on a different day, then? Natasha could go first and then-"
"I'mma stop you right there, Tin-man. I'm not going to leave my woman and my child alone. Also, even if we did move on different days, it'd still be pretty obvious." You said, shaking your head a little, "I mean, we've been living here since forever and neither of us ever said anything about moving, and then suddenly we move out within a couple of days from each other? Everyone would know that's bullshit."
"Yeah, yeah," Tony sighed, "guess I just wanted you to stay a bit more."
You patted his arm and hugged him "We won't be too far, at least that's what Nat said." You chuckled and pulled away, squeezing his arm once more "Besides, I expect you to be visiting quite often. Your goddaughter's gotta be well acquainted with her godfather."
Tony laughed at that and moved his eyes to Lena, who was currently playing with a lock of Natasha's hair while your fianceée said her goodbyes to Loki.
You caught yourself wishing, not for the first time, that your eyes could take pictures. The way the sun illuminated Natasha's hair was magical, the way she tilted her hip slightly to accommodate Lena better, the way your daughter smiled brightly as she played with her mother's hair, you wished you could carry that image with you for the rest of your life.
"I'm really happy for you, you know. She's amazing, she lights up a room," Tony said with a fond smile on his face "and she has this captivating smile. That smile she got from you, it has your toothy grin written all over it. It's amazing how she looks like you, but also like Natasha."
You beamed at him, his eyes shone with love, but also with longing, and that made you realize… "You're thinking about having one, aren't you?" You asked gently, putting your hand on his shoulder.
Tony sighed once more" Yeah. Think that's crazy?"
"No way," you said "I know for a fact you're gonna be a great dad. And Pepper an amazing mom."
Tony's smile came back, and he patted your back a couple times. "I'm gonna miss you, Blue," he said and you used your light blue magic to poke his nose.
"I'mma miss you too, Tin-man." You said then, taking a couple steps towards the car, where Natasha and Yelena were already waiting.
"We're gonna visit soon!" Tony yelled out as you entered the car.
"Maybe sooner than you think!" Loki said.
"We're counting on it!" You and Nat said in unison as she turned the ignition on. You looked at your friends and smiled once more "Don't kill yourselves, you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't!"
You drove away.
~
"Did Loki tell you that he expects Lena to be taught the art of deceiving?" You asked Nat as you took in the scenery.
You knew this part of the city well, it wasn't far from the compound at all, and it was pretty close to where your family lived.
"Yes, he said there's no one better than me to teach her," Nat answered with a smile on her face. "Did he tell you that since he doesn't intend on having children, he's gonna name Lena as his heiress to the throne?"
You turned to her, her smile had turned into a smirk.
"You're messing with me." You said, shaking your head, your eyes going to the rearview mirror to take a look at Yelena.
"I'm actually not. Not this time." Nat said, taking one of her hands off the steering wheel to interlace her fingers with yours.
"But isn't Thor the next in line?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yes, but he doesn't have any children either, so if anything ever happens to him Loki will be the king."
"... And Yelena a fucking princess." You sigh in a mix of fondness and disbelief "My daughter, a literal princess. Holy fuck."
"Well, you are the queen of my heart, so…"
It was only because your daughter had her eyes on the both of you that you didn't make Natasha stop that car so you could fuck her into oblivion.
Your heart swelled hearing those words. You knew no words were ever necessary to show you how much your Natalia loved you, she had proven it over and over again, but still, you felt so validated, so cared for whenever she said those things. You could only hope to replicate that feeling in her chest.
"Our queendom is mutual then because you're the queen of my heart, body, and soul." You said with one hand over your chest.
Natasha raised a single eyebrow, and her smirk grew bigger "Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?"
You smiled and fluttered your lashes at her. She laughed out loud and squeezed your hand.
"You're lucky you're so cute." She muttered, regaining her neutral expression, though you could see her fighting off a smile.
"I can't help it, it's like she takes a peek into our lives before writing those songs!" You defended yourself.
"Ake it off, ake it off!" Yelena sang, making you and Nat burst out laughing.
"See, even Lena agrees!" You said, still laughing.
"Ok, ok, I'll have to relent this time," Nat said, and you brought her hand, still intertwined with yours, to your lips, making her smirk once again.
"Well, since you're in a relenting mood, could you relent and tell me where our home will be?" You asked, batting your eyelashes once more.
"Geez, five minutes, detka, five more minutes." She chuckled and shook her head.
"You've been saying five more minutes for fifteen minutes now." You said, pouting.
Natasha didn't say anything back, she just kept that damned smirk on her face. You could tell she was excited, the way her finger tapped the wheel gave her away.
You knew Natasha Romanoff enough to know that she had spent a lot of time searching for the perfect house, and you knew as well that you would love whatever she chose because, one, she certainly had you in mind while doing so, and two, your home was with her, no matter where you lived in.
As she drove, you kept stealing glances at her, your curiosity growing more and more by the minute. "Not even a little hint?" You asked then.
Natasha laughed at that, shook her head, and said, "Calm down, detka, it's a surprise. Just wait and see, we'll be there soon enough."
"Where ma?" Yelena's voice popped up, making you laugh out loud.
"See! Even our kid's curious!" You accused, pointing a finger at Lena.
"Rious!" Yelena yelled out, making you laugh once again.
"Now who's ganging up on who?!" Natasha said, smiling from ear to ear.
You opened your mouth to reply, but Natasha took a turn, and then another, and you found yourself in an area you knew quite well. As you got deeper and deeper into the neighborhood, Nat turned down a quiet street lined with trees. You remembered playing with your siblings not too far from there.
And then Nat pulled up. You gasped in surprise, your heart swelling once more with overwhelming love for this beautiful woman you could call your own. It was a beautiful three-story home, it had a modern layout and you could clearly see how it was brimming with technology. But more than that, it was only a couple blocks away from your parent's house.
"Holy shit, Natasha," you exclaimed, completely forgetting for a moment you shouldn't curse near your very intelligent child "This is perfect!"
You unbuckled your seatbelt and practically jumped from the car, your eyes roamed the area, seeing a huge space for a garden, an enormous garage, a pool in the back as well as a weirdly technological shack.
Natasha took Yelena and got out after you, her eyes shining with what could be only described as pride. "I knew you'd love it," she said, setting Yelena down so the kid could run through the space where the garden would be. "And the best part is the location. We're just a short walk to your parents' house, but the Avengers Tower isn't far either." She said, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. "When I took you to my cabin, you told me you missed our friends and your family. This house allows us to be close enough to both."
You turned around in Natasha's embrace, your eyes meeting hers, and as you tried to speak it was as if your voice didn't want to cooperate, you were too emotional, so you only managed to whisper. "I can't believe you did all of this for me. For us."
"Your happiness is my reason for living. I'd do anything to see you smile like that." She said, her eyes looking right at your soul, she cupped your face, caressing your cheek with one hand. "Detka, I love you more than words can say, more than the sun that lights my day, more than the air that fills my lungs. I love you more than life itself. I hope you know that by now."
You nodded, your eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know," you said, kissing her palm "and I love you just as much. You're the one I live for, my everything, my reason to be."
You touched your forehead against hers, your hand caressing her face just as she had done to you.
"Mamaaaa! Look, toys!" You heard Yelena giggle, making you laugh and pull away from your love.
Your heart never felt so full.
~
It was late in the evening when Yelena finally fell asleep in her own room, you and Nat tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and then she was out like a light.
The moment the door to your kid's room closed, you pushed Natasha against the wall and kissed her. Natasha's hands started traveling your body, but you stopped her as you pulled her with you towards the stairs. You'd go to the first floor, the farthest from Yelena's room, so you could properly christen the house.
As soon as you got to the first floor, Nat pulled you to the kitchen and pushed you against the counters. She kissed your neck and rolled up your camisole so she could feel the curve of your ass. You couldn't help but grind back against her, making her let out a little moan.
"Y/N, my love, you always feel so fucking good," she said low against your ear. You arched against her, shivering a little. Nat's eyes were dark with lust. It drove you wild seeing how crazy you could make her.
"Fuck, Natty" you breathe out.
Natasha squeezed your ass then, unable to keep her hands off of you. "Why are we still wearing clothes, Detka?"
You pulled away with an impish smile on your face. "In the kitchen?" you asked, then, biting your lip. "Really? You know I'm gonna have to bleach everything when we're done, right?" You teased, inching in and pulling her lower lip between your teeth.
"Tell you what, Kotenok, I'll bleach it down myself if you let me bend you right here and right now," she said with a teasing smile, her lips brushing yours.
You pulled away a little and tilted your head a bit to the side, your eyes glowing slightly blue. “What if I want you to bend over for me, Natty baby?” you said as you inched closer again, slipping your hand into her lacy underwear and toying with her lower lips.
"Fuck, Detka," she sighed, bucking her hips against your hand.
Your hand went to her clit, massaging it in slow circles as your forehead came to rest against hers. “I have a little something for you,” you whispered.
The moment your hands left her Natasha let out a little whimper, making your body tremble with desire. You grabbed her shoulders and turned your positions, pinning her to the counter and pressing the little Black Widow insignia on your own body.
The telltale sound you two came to know so well echoed through the kitchen, but this time it didn’t come from her. Natasha’s eyes widened at the realization, your eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitancy. You only found a bit of confusion.
“I asked Tony for it,” you said before she could say anything, your hands tightening on her waist “I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
You didn’t wait for her answer, you claimed her mouth with yours once again, your hands exploring her pussy once more. Nat only moaned and buckled against you, pulling you closer by the collar of your camisole.
You lifted her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around your waist. Her nipples showed through the shirt she was wearing, your shirt. One of your hands moved to rub over the little nub and Nat arched her back, offering herself up to you in a silver platter.
You kissed her neck down to her collarbone, her scent was intoxicating. Nat clung to you, her arms pulling you impossibly closer as a shivery groan left her mouth. You angled your fingers to rub in the exact way you knew she liked, and pleasure ran through you at the sight of her squirming. Her hips ground against you, the smell of her arousal permeating the room as she rubbed against your hand to the beat of her uneven breaths. Her legs began to shake, wrapping around your waist and gripping you to the point it’d leave bruises. You didn’t care, though, you always thought that dying between her legs would be the best way to go.
“Yes, right there Detka, you’re being so good to me, such a good girl,” she moaned, hips still grinding against your hand.
You groaned and bit your lip “Fuck, Nat, you’re so hot, so fucking hot”.
Her hands twisted the fabric of your camisole so tight it almost rip apart, she had this pleased expression on her face, and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused just by looking at her.
The more you rubber her clit the tighter her legs wrapped around you, drawing you closer and closer. The handle of the cabinet dug into your tight, but you couldn't really feel it, your attention solely on the redhead squirming against you.
Natasha always looked beautiful; in all the years you’ve known her there wasn’t a single stance where she looked anything less than perfect. Even when bloodied and bruised, even when crying and shouting, your Natalia was the most beautiful sight you have ever laid eyes upon, and yet this was one of her most beautiful facets. The bliss on her face, the slight flush to her cheeks, the silver of forest green in her darkened eyes; it was heaven. She was heaven.
You couldn't take it anymore, you withdrew your hand and ripped her underwear, making her practically growl. The sound soon turned into a sigh when she felt your cock rubbing against her lower lips, and you had to fight off this loud, loud moan you knew could wake your child. You don’t know what exactly Tony did, you didn’t know if this was how an actual man’s cock felt, but the feeling was mind-blowing.
You bucked your hips against hers, your cock grinding against her soaking wet pussy as she let out a wanton, needy sound, rocking her hips right back, clad in nothing more than an oversized shirt of yours.
“So eager, my love,” you panted against her mouth “You want my cock, Natty, is that what you want?”
Natasha’s hands gripped your camisole tighter still, ripping it as she, too, panted against your mouth, nodding almost desperately.
You shook your head and bit your lip. “I want you to answer me, baby. Do you want my cock?”
“Fuck, fuck, yes, Y/N! Yes, I want your cock, goddamn it!” she practically screamed.
You smirked, one of your hands making its way to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in a fist. “Where do you want it?” you asked.
Natasha growled this time, and her nails dug into the skin of your back where the fabric had ripped. “Y/N, if you don’t shove your big, fat cock in my pussy right this second I swear to god I’m gonna handcuff you to bed and ride you all night long without letting you cum.”
You shivered. It would be torture, but it would also be bliss. You didn’t know if she was trying to persuade you or dissuade you. You didn’t want to know.
You pushed in.
“Oh my god, oh fuck!” She shivered as you entered her. It was bliss, it was pure bliss. You buried your face against her neck and bit on that sweet spot of hers, making her tighten around you. “Fuck, detka, you feel so good inside me, so good for your mommy!”
“Mommy, mommy,” you mumbled between each thrust, feeling her walls around your cock as if it was actually a part of you. Natasha was tight, so fucking tight and so wet and warm, and, god, you could stay inside of her forever “I wanna make you feel good,” you kept mumbling “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, make you cum on my cock so hard, fuck, I love you, I love you so much.”
"Oh god, Detka, please, please, go deeper,” she groaned and gripped your shoulders tightly. And who were you to deny the love of your life?
You pulled out until only the tip of your cock was inside of her, and using your magic you made it even bigger before thrusting back in again, going deeper and harder than before.
Natasha's eyes widened, she gasped your name again and again as you fucked her silly, as you lost yourself in her.
Fuck, how could she feel so good? She was so tight and warm around you, so much so that every time you pulled back you felt the absence of her. You could spend days with your cock buried inside her tight pussy; you could even see yourself chilling on the sofa, watching a movie as she cockwarmed you. God, that would be heaven.
You were so lost in her, drowning so deliciously in the pleasure she was giving you that you barely paid attention to the murmured praises you were muttering in her ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, my Natalia, so ethereal. God, do you know what you do to me?" You muttered, feeling her walls tighten up around you, hearing the needy whine that left her lips. "You’re my whole world, my universe, my everything… So pretty, so beautiful, so perfect… Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, Mommy, so hot and tight… Never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking you forever… ”
Natasha was moaning and panting like you'd never seen her do before. She was always so controlled, moaning only the dirtiest praises, groaning only at low volume, but now she was singing her pleasure with abandon, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
Looking at her like that, so free, so blissed out, it hit you once again how much you loved this woman. She really was your everything, you would shatter without her.
Natasha pulled you even closer and tucked her head into that sweet spot on your neck. And then she bit down, hard. You groaned and rutted harder into her as she held you close, keeping her head in your neck almost possessively.
You moaned loudly as you felt her licking the bite, your hand making its way to her breast, where you twisted her nipple in retaliation, your hips working harder and faster as you pounded into her with abandon.
“Yes, fuck, Detka," Natasha pleaded, whorish moans leaving her mouth, "keep fucking me just like that. Fuck, that’s so deep. You're so good to your mommy, baby, fucking me so hard,” she was gasping, her breathing ragged, and you could feel her pussy pulsing around you.
She dragged her nails down your back, ripping your camisole even more.
You put your hands on her stomach, under the shirt.
She tightened around you even more, driving you beyond whatever notion of pleasure you could convince.
You opened your mouth to say something, but the moment you tried to speak, she kissed you hard enough to make you see stars.
And then she was shuddering, squirting all over the counter, tightening so much around you that you couldn't help but explode.
Your hands glowed blue over her stomach.
Your come filled her entirely.
She sagged against you.
"Hey, Natty baby," you said then after catching your breath, your glowing hands retreating from her stomach as you placed them under her tights to pick her up. "How're you feeling? Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
She raised her head to look you in the eyes, her forest green orbs filled with adoration “I don’t feel my legs but… god that was so fucking good, Y/N.” she groaned, lowering her head on your chest once again as you placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Fucking good is an understatement. I think you officially broke me. I won't be able to ever have sex again without wanting to make you squirt.” You joked, walking towards the sofa and gently laying Natasha down.
With a single wave of your hand, a warm damp cloth appeared right in front of you. You took it and delicately wiped Natasha clean, caressing and massaging her body as you went.
Natasha's hands cupped your cheeks, and there was so much love in her eyes you felt like your whole life led you right to that moment.
“I really want to marry you, you know?” she asks, stretching her legs with a dopey, lovesick smile on her face.
With another wave of your hand your clothes were fixed, covering your bodies as if they were never tattered.
After making sure your camisole was right, you leaned over her and brushed your nose against hers.
"I know," you whispered, "I really wanna marry you, too. You know that, right?"
You picked her up once again, cradling her lovingly in your arms as you walked her to your new room in your new home.
“Yeah, I know.”
She wrapped her arms around your neck, tucking her face in your neck and cuddling you while you stroke her hair.
It didn't matter if this started out wrong, Natasha more than made up for it by now. And with this place, you felt like it was all coming together. Like this was the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the three of you in your beautiful new home.
You hoped nothing would perturb this peaceful serenity you found.
You would hate to have to paint your hands red again.
But you would rejoice in the suffering of whoever dared to break your bubble.
It’s your friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
If anyone pulls that stunt on my shit, especially with me trying to finish them, I will delete everything that’s ever existed and never post another damn thing. I’m dead serious. I’ll burn everything to the ground.
I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
This needs to be reblogged. I couldn’t scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didn’t answer it because a message like that doesn’t deserve an answer but I don’t see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really don’t! It’s sick and it’s wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.
How the fuck is the anon gonna do a complete U turn when they find out ‘oh shit they might actually kill themselves’ every action has consequences, good or bad, some people never learned this and it really fucking shows.
How about this: Stop being a coward and don’t use anonymous! And obviously, why on Earth would you tell someone to go kill themselves?! That Anon is a absolute S.O.B !!
