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A Long Time Coming

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: This is from a heinous prompt from a heinous friend. It is silliness and then it is smut. It also uses a lovely prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 9th of January, which is 'jokes'.

Sometimes, when you were caught in a moment alone with Natasha, there was this spark.

Her tongue touching her teeth when she smiled her brightest. Her shoulder bumping yours in elevators. Her dry jokes as you made it through the hardest days.

There were other times too. Crumpled in the kitchen when the darkness got too much. Your hand at the small of her back. Her chin resting on your own shoulder as you gazed out at a world that would never be the same. 

There was a spark. If you were honest, there were embers now. A gentle flickering in your lower stomach. A heat that burned gently.

A wanting. 

It wasn’t on the table, not for either of you. Maybe five years ago, maybe before everything had fallen apart. Now your lives were about solving the world’s problems not your own.

Natasha was the bravest person in the world. She was efficient too. You’d barely wrapped your head around the possibility of time travel before Natasha had organised the task force to achieve it. 

She was the bravest person in the world. That’s why no-one blinked when she volunteered first to save it. 

She dressed in the futuristic white suit and stood in the designated place. She glanced at the others and then at you. Her tongue touched her teeth when she smiled wide, she gave you a thumbs up. 

The complex machinery, that filled the room, hummed and sputtered.

And, then, Natasha disappeared. 

The fallout took its time to be alarming. 

The lights in the room flickered uncertainly for a few moments. You waited, trying not to think about Natasha being so far away, so out of time. You waited for Dr. Banner to press the button that would bring her back. 

He pressed it at last. And then you watched his brow crease in confusion. He pressed it again. And again.

You started hyperventilating when it became clear. 

So far away. So out of time. 

Natasha was smaller than people realised. More fragile too. 

Dr. Banner and Steve Rogers debated the technicalities of the situation for over an hour.

You paced the room, caught up with a need to search the world for someone you wouldn’t find.

Eventually, you heard them coming to a conclusion. It was her suit. The wires that crossed at the front of the chest, there must have been a fault. 

You weren’t as brave as Natasha, you weren’t as efficient either. Still, you did your best. It took another hour for you to be suited up and ready for the hopefully simple mission. They were careful not to change any setting on the machine. 

Theoretically Natasha had been sent back a decade to New York City. Theoretically that’s where you should be going too. 

You were given a quick tutorial on removing the chest-plate from the suit and resetting the wires. If everything went to plan, it would be a simple rescue. 

You didn’t bother pretending that it might be. 

You stood in the centre of the room and listened to the machine begin to whir and hum. You closed your eyes and opened them somewhere new.

Green.

Your first and only thought as the colour overwhelmed you.

So much green.

Foliage like you’d never seen before. A sea of large fern plants that towered above you.

Definitely not New York City. You spun in a circle as you tried to assess your location. Maybe the rainforest? But surely the rainforest would have more rain and more forest?

Your eyes quickly scanned the landscape, a view of rolling hills that were covered in the strange vegetation that you could not place. 

You heard a sudden noise to your left and startled. 

Natasha Romanoff was barreling towards you. Dirt spattered her face. Her eyes were wide with uncharacteristic panic. Her bare arms were littered with scratches.

You blinked.

Her bare arms.

She wasn’t wearing her suit. She was barely wearing anything. Your throat tightened as you registered her sports bra and shorts. You didn’t have time to think before Natasha’s hands were gripping your arms. 

Her heavy panting filled your ears as she leaned in.

‘Run.’ She said. ‘We have to run.’

You didn’t hesitate. Natasha’s grip on your hand was iron tight as she dragged you lithely through the undergrowth. You did everything you could to keep up and not fall over.

After a few minutes, Natasha finally slowed her pace. Her head swivelled around, ascertaining the safety of your new location.

Abruptly, she exhaled in relief. Then, she turned back to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug.

‘I’m so glad to see you.’ She muttered breathlessly against your shoulder. 

You hugged her back, half relieved and half panicked.

‘Natasha.’ You started unsurely. ‘Where the hell are we? When are we?’

Natasha pulled back and held your face between her hands. You stared into her eyes, realising suddenly that her pupils were extremely dilated. 

‘I don’t know how to tell you this.’ She said thoughtfully.

You braced your shoulders. 

‘Just tell me. Get it over with.’

Natasha took your head and swivelled in 90 degrees. You stared in the direction she'd pointed you towards. You scanned the horizon and tried to understand what you were missing. Your heart leapt in horrible realisation. A giant tree, relatively far away. The tree seemed to be eating its own leaves. You blinked and tried to make sense of it. The tree moved slowly forwards.

Dinosaur. 

Your mouth fell open in an ‘O’ shape.

You glanced back at Natasha. She was staring at your open mouth and wearing an expression you'd never seen before. You closed your mouth self consciously.

‘Oh my God.’ You choked out. ‘Oh my God.’

Natasha’s fingers dug slightly into your scalp. 

‘I know.’ She breathed, her stare still intent on your lips. You stared at her in confusion. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.

‘Natasha.’ You tried, wondering what kind of trauma could have occurred to make her this distracted. Her gaze glanced back to you. She chewed her lower lip and gave you a small smile. 

‘Yeah?’

‘Where’s your suit?’ You asked slowly, feeling increasingly alarmed.

Natasha released your face as she waved her hand thoughtlessly in the air. Her cheeks were still flushed, even though you'd been standing still for several minutes.

‘Back where I landed.’ 

She gestured vaguely to her right. 

‘Just next to the swamp.’ She paused with obvious disorientation then recollected her train of thought. She frowned. ‘It got all sticky.’

‘The suit?’ You checked, keeping your questions as simple as possible. ‘It got sticky from the swamp?’

Natasha shook her head. ‘No. It got sticky from this huge plant.’ Her hands echoed her words with a large gesture into the air.

‘Can you take me there?’ You prompted gently, holding her hand carefully in yours. 

Natasha’s stare focused intensely on your joined hands. You squeezed her hand and asked the question again. Natasha’s eyes dragged themselves slowly up your body to meet your stare.

‘Yes.’ She said breathlessly, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. ‘But it makes me crazy.’

‘What does?’

‘The sticky stuff.’ She swallowed dryly. ‘That’s why I took it off.’

‘Crazy, like dizzy?’ 

Natasha nodded, a sudden look of panic in her eyes. ‘Yes.’ She lied badly. ‘Kind of.’

‘Kind of.’ You prompted gently, giving her hand another squeeze.

Natasha’s eyes darted wildly from your hands to your face, to your…chest.

‘Horny.’ She said breathlessly. ‘Kind of horny.’

Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ again, and Natasha crossed her legs uncomfortably. She closed her eyes and took an unsteady breath. You promptly shut your mouth. 

‘That must be… distracting.’ 

Natasha nodded slowly, and her eyes reopened with an obvious kind of longing in them. 

You resolved to be decisive. To be professional. This was a mission. You tried to ignore the low burning heat that already lived in your stomach. 

‘Well, we need you in the suit to get home.’ You told her seriously. ‘So let’s find it as fast as possible, and try to limit our exposure to whatever that sticky stuff is.’

Natasha nodded again, lips pressed tightly together. Her jaw ticked as her eyes wandered distractedly over your body again. 

There was a concerningly loud crash in the distance. 

‘Oh.’ Natasha murmured absentmindedly. ‘That’ll be the dinosaurs.’

Her free hand moved to your waist and you felt her nails dig into the firm fabric of the suit. Trying to tug you closer her.

You shook your head wordlessly and started leading her in the direction of the swamp and her missing suit.

Natasha walked obediently just behind you. You turned occasionally to check if you were still heading in the right direction. Every time she nodded, her stare never wavering from your ass. 

You forced yourself to keep walking. You had to be the professional. 

You noticed the foliage around you darken slightly, a sign of the nearby water source. You tried to keep your focus on the mission. On the very obvious and very real danger that you found yourself in. 

You paused to determine your next path. Natasha's hands covered your ass and you pretended not to feel the light squeeze.

As you got closer to the swamp, Natasha started walking faster so she could be next to you. Her arm snaked around your waist again. You could feel the warmth radiating out from her. You could see it in her flushed cheeks. Every time you looked over at her, Natasha flushed harder.

Sometimes, you felt her hand wander downwards along your body. Carefully, you moved it back to your waist.

Eventually you came to a clearing. There were obvious signs that someone had been here before. Natasha’s eyes widened in recognition.  After a moment, she pointed to the far corner of the clearing. There, you saw the previously-white suit discarded on top of a small boulder. 

You swallowed nervously. 

‘The suit needs a repair.’ You told Natasha shortly, her arm still eagerly around you. ‘I’m going to fix it before you put it on.’ 

You tried to let go of Natasha as you walked over to the suit. But she clung determinedly on. You didn’t bother fighting it, aware now that the best thing to do was get you both home as fast as possible.

When you reached the suit, you saw it was indeed coated in a sticky golden substance. You crouched down and grabbed a nearby twig, using  it to scrape away most of the viscous liquid.

Then, you kept your focus steady, barely letting yourself breathe as you popped out the covering and repeated the repair instructions you’d been given by Dr. Banner. You tried not to worry about the stickiness that brushed against your fingertips.

You were putting the panel covering back onto the suit when it started. 

An itching sensation across your body. An itching that soon became something else. A burning. Like a thousand sparks against your skin. Fireworks. You were burning. Wanting.

You were wanting. 

Her.

You felt yourself shuddering. A sudden dryness in your throat as you tried to swallow. A sudden desperation. A cluttered mind.

‘Oh no.’ Natasha mumbled somewhere above you. 'Are you okay?'

You started panting. You couldn't remember words. All you could do was tug at her hand. The wanting was blinding. 

Natasha crouched next to you. Your heart started pounding immediately.

You could feel the sparking electricity from her proximity. As if she was lightning and you were the perfect conductor.

‘Natasha.’ You murmured at last. You heard the obvious neediness in your voice. The wanting. 

Natasha smiled widely as she took you in. 

‘Oh, good.’ She half-moaned as she moved closer, filling up your vision and your world. You felt her hands tangling forcefully in your hair. You toppled backwards against the forest floor. 

Somewhere deep down in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of insects lived in the mud next to a Jurassic swamp. 

Then, Natasha’s tongue ran along your neck and you forgot your own name. Her lips were on you eagerly. Her mouth was kissing and biting as she made her way to your mouth.

Natasha straddled your waist as her tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was long and slow. Then she pulled back, her arms reached over her head as she removed her sports bra hurriedly. You could feel her hips moving, as she tried to press herself against your body.

Automatically, your hand found its way between her legs.

Natasha groaned loudly as she enjoyed the immediate friction of your palm. She leaned forward, her arms resting on either side of you.

Your vision filled now with her breasts. They were bouncing as she moved. A heavy softness that made you tilt forward. Your tongue found her nipple, swirling eagerly over the sensitive area. 

You felt the wetness through the fabric of her shorts. Your hand slipped under the material. She was soaking wet, coating your palm immediately.

You understood suddenly. Why she loathed her suit. Why she'd ripped it off. You felt your own hips buck desperately, hopelessly. You paused, trying to remember the way to take off the complicated garment.

Natasha’s hand tugged forcefully at your hair. Your attention flew back to her.

Her eyes shuttered closed with the nearness of her orgasm. Her hips bucked desperately against your bare hand.

‘No.’ She moaned selfishly, biting down hard on her lower lip as she continued to rock. ‘You can come later. Let me finish first.’

You obliged easily. Her breasts pressed themselves closer again and your attention returned to them. You kissed and licked and sucked. The heel of your hand pressed against her clit over and over. Your fingers moved inside her with the rocking of her hips.

Natasha cried out loudly when she came at last. Her eyes were squeezed themselves even more tightly shut.

You startled at the sudden sound, as reality crept briefly back. Then you laughed. 

‘I thought that was a T-Rex.’ You told her stupidly. 

Natasha smiled happily down at you. Her tongue touched her teeth. Her once braided hair was completely wild. Her breathing was shallow. Her body relaxed. 

Her eyes were no longer dilated. 

‘Mmm.’ She hummed in pleased thought, her hand trailing down your suit. ‘We should go somewhere with a bed. So we can do that again.’

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Natasha was no longer the bravest person in the world. 

You were.

You waited 97 million years for an orgasm.

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Afterglow

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 4k

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‘It’s nothing.’ Scarlett defended. Her hand dropped from her lower back. She stood straighter. You dropped your eyes to the floor at her tone, heat crawled up your neck.

It wasn’t nothing. 

You’d only been hired as her assistant a month ago, but you knew it wasn’t nothing.

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You didn’t meet her in person until after you’d gotten the job. 

At your interview, conducted over zoom, Scarlett Johansson had explained her skin-care line would be launching before the end of the year. She’d detailed the lengthy list of job responsibilities with an edge to her voice. Even through the screen, you’d caught the challenge in the tilt of her chin. 

The unspoken dare. If it was too much for you, back out now.

You only smiled.

‘I’d love the opportunity.’ You told her sincerely.

Scarlett’s eyebrow raised. For a moment, you thought you saw a sparkle of humour in her eye. Then, the tension returned.

‘I’ll be in touch.’ She told you, ending the call before you could respond again.

The job contract, the NDA and the practicalities of relocating for your new job took two weeks. 

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There was something Scarlett did not mention on the phone. 

You knocked on her door on the first day. 

You’d already been let through security checks at the gate. You knew you were expected.

Scarlett opened the door. 

You were anticipating her to be very tired, exhausted even. Scarlett was currently on a virtual press tour for her new movie. 

You were not expecting her to be so.

Pregnant.

Scarlett’s face was smooth, except for subtle lines of tension around her eyes. She waited, holding the door ajar, daring you to comment. 

You glanced at the cardboard boxes lining the hallway behind her. 

‘How can I help?’ You asked, feeling your senses come back to you. 

You followed Scarlett through to her own kitchen. Even walking behind her, you felt in awe. You savoured the moment out of her sight to let the shock of her pregnancy run through you.

No-one knew.

You’d been watching her press junket interviews for the past few days, calling it work prep. There had been no indication. No hint at all.

You tried to wipe your expression blank again when Scarlett next turned to face you. The same warning was written across her face. You let a belated congratulations die in your throat.

‘I have a busy day.’ She told you in a tight voice. ‘I have video interviews scheduled back to back.’

You gave a silent nod. Scarlett gestured to yet another taped cardboard box sitting on her kitchen counter. 

‘I need to move him out.’ She continued. 

You kept your face frozen. Colin Jost, your mind supplied helpfully. You’d been researching your boss, more work prep.

‘I need you to move him out.’ Scarlett corrected herself. She gave you an assessing look. Disappointment swirled in her eyes as she took in your stunned reaction.

You snapped back to the moment. 

‘Of course.’ You murmured, trying to calm your reeling mind. You moved over to the kitchen counter and the box.

Scarlett stepped away from your advance automatically, heading over to the door. 

The distrust in her body language trickled over you. You blushed in embarrassment.

‘The NDA.’ She reminded you bluntly, voice rasping. 

‘The iron clad one I signed?’ You asked, voice too innocent.

For a moment, a hint of humour sparkled in Scarlett’s eye. Exhaustion cut through it quickly. 

‘I’ll be back later.’ She told you evenly, before she left the room.

When she was gone, you nearly had a panic attack. 

Standing alone in her kitchen, staring at a box of her ex’s belongings. 

Scarlett Johansson was beautiful. You closed your eyes and knew she was embedded in your brain. 

It didn’t matter. 

The box was heavy as you lugged it through to sit with the others in the hallway. You walked through her house numbly, searching out more cardboard boxes. You avoided only the room that you could hear her laughing in. You found half a dozen more heavy boxes. 

Back breaking work on your first day should have been a red flag.

Still, you’d never had a pregnant boss before. You found yourself grateful that you’d been designated the task. You didn’t like to think of her doing it herself. 

You spent the next half hour pacing unsurely around the kitchen. At last, Scarlett came through at lunchtime. 

There was nothing subtle about her exhaustion or tension now. Her hair was tied back, it made her look drawn. 

A buildup of questions fell from your mouth before you could help it.

‘Can I get you something to eat? Who should I call about the boxes? Is there anything else I can do?’

Scarlett stared at you for a moment in the doorway. You watched her exhale in frustration. Alarm flared inside you.

‘I don’t have time for lunch. I have back to back interviews.’ She told you, voice simmering. ‘If it’s not in front of me right now, I don’t have time to eat it. I assumed that was clear.’

An apology caught in your throat as she unlocked and slid her phone across the now bare kitchen counter. 

‘He’s my last missed call.’ She told you bluntly. ‘Tell him to pick the boxes up.’

You nodded nervously, searching for the contact hurriedly. 

Scarlett moved to the fridge.

She stared at the contents with a kind of misery that told you how hungry she was.

Her expectation that you’d have known to prepare lunch was unreasonable, but you still felt awful.

‘I’m sorry.’ You squeaked out before she left again. 

Scarlett gave you a wry smile, it didn’t meet her eyes. 

‘I’m fat enough already.’ She shrugged, nodding down at the bump.

Your chest felt hollow with her joke, her final acknowledgement of the pregnancy. 

Colin Jost answered the call immediately. This was not surprising. There were fourteen missed calls from him on Scarlett’s phone. 

‘Scarlett.’ He sounded relieved. 

‘This is Scarlett’s assistant.’ You cut in immediately, not wanting there to be any confusion. 

You arranged for the boxes to be collected that afternoon by his own assistant. 

Impossibly, Colin had sounded tenser than Scarlett had. Guilt had dripped from his words and you didn’t want to imagine why.

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You were dismissed when Scarlett next left her office. 

This time, you hovered at the foot of the stairs. Scarlett was notably ungainly as she walked down them, hand gripping the railing. 

Your heart caught in your mouth with a panicked premonition of her falling. Scarlett was very pregnant. Her centre of balance was clearly off. 

You moved to climb the stairs, ready to help before you could think it through. 

Scarlett froze midway down. 

Her eyes flashed dangerously at your presumption.

Cautiously, you backed down from the stairs.

‘My daughter will be home soon.’ She informed you, in the same blunt tone as earlier. ‘You can go now.’

You nodded silently, not admitting that you’d snuck a look at her schedule whilst her phone was unlocked. 

Scarlett gave a careful sigh then. You glanced up at her, still several steps above you on the staircase. 

‘I should have been more prepared for today.’ She admitted suddenly, shifting slightly with the discomfort of standing. ‘I’ll call you in the morning.’

‘Okay.’ You said simply, not sure where you stood at the end of your first day.

You left the house. You ignored curious texts from friends wondering about your new mysterious job. You ignored the fact that, all things considered, your new boss had not been fair to you at all.

Instead, you wished desperately that you’d been brave enough to insist on making her dinner.

That night in bed, you stared up at your ceiling, trying to imagine what the next day would bring.

The next morning, with not nearly enough sleep, you found out.

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It did not take you long to become good at your job. If you were being honest, this was because you thought of little else.

Your job had two main parts. 

The things you were asked to do. 

The things you were not asked to do. 

You excelled at the first but you lived for the second.

Scarlett’s calendar was colour coded within the first week. You parsed through various scheduled appointments, altering as many as you could so they didn’t overlap with her time with her daughter. 

You didn’t expect recognition for it. You lived for the small smile Scarlett gave when she checked her phone and saw the afternoon clear yet again.

Her favourite lunch was chicken salad. Soon enough, you could’ve prepared it in your sleep. 

Scarlett never thanked you directly. 

You didn’t need her to. Her voice softened towards you. You thought about it at night. You thought about a lot of things you shouldn’t.

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You never touched Scarlett. 

Not that you were expecting to. 

A flush crawled up your neck every morning just from looking at her. You couldn’t get used to being close to someone so beautiful.

But, you didn’t even touch Scarlett in passing. You brought her lunch up to her office every day. Every day, she would lean subtly away from you as you put the plate on her desk. 

You would hear her breath catch in discomfort. She radiated tension at your proximity.

You tried not to let it bother you. You hoped desperately that she couldn’t see your crush, even though it felt painted on your skin.

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And then, one morning, Scarlett met you impatiently at the front door. Her hair was tied back neatly. You understood the visual clues immediately. She had a professional meeting scheduled soon. You remembered her talking about potential investors the day before.

‘I have a call this morning.’ Scarlett confirmed, matter of factly. ‘I’m already late and I need you to take notes.’ 

You nodded, eyes widening in surprise. This was not usual. Scarlett’s office door stayed shut for most of the day, and you didn’t disturb her when it was closed.

Scarlett turned to hurry up the stairs, making you immediately nervous. Your hand hovered secretly at the small of her back as you walked a half step behind her. 

She handed you a notebook when you reached her office. Her fingers dragged over the back of your hand. Scarlett went very still. You forgot to breathe. 

She turned back to her desk and you caught the pink flush to her cheeks.

Longing burned in the pit of your stomach. The back of your hand was seared with her fingerprints. 

When the call began, you sat to the side of her desk, just out of sight.

You realised quickly why Scarlett had implored you to sit in. Distracted didn’t cover it. She couldn’t sit still. You watched her fidget in her seat for thirty minutes, barely remembering to nod at the right moments. 

Your attention stayed on her as you wrote out your notes. 

Discomfort was to be expected. You tried to remind yourself that it was inevitable. Scarlett was only becoming more pregnant. 

You watched her subtle winces as she continued to readjust herself in the office chair. 

There was an inevitable date approaching that neither of you had discussed. Scarlett hadn’t confirmed a thing, but you were sure she had entered her third trimester now. 

The call ended at last. 

Scarlett’s focus turned to you immediately. 

‘I’m hungry.’ She informed you pointedly. Her words took you by surprise. She never acknowledged the meals you were preparing for her. She’d never commented about the dinners you’d begun to leave stacked in her fridge before you left.

‘Okay.’ You agreed, waiting for her to stand first. 

Scarlett looked back at you, impatiently. 

There was an awkward silence before you realised she wanted you to leave first. You exited quickly, staring at the floor in embarrassment.

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It didn’t take long to prepare a snack in the kitchen. 

You focused on the task angrily, wishing you were brave enough to ask the questions that were burning inside you. 

You’d been in this job long enough now and still every conversation was stilted and formal. 

Scarlett was very cautious about what others could see. Nobody in her family even seemed to know she was pregnant. Or at least, no one was checking in. 

You could see the cracks in the cold facade of it all. The brief pain on her face when she rejected an incoming call. 

You wished you could see all of her, not just the cracks. 

The obvious discomfort you’d noticed today felt like the final straw.

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Still, you watched her descend the stairs surreptitiously.

Every few steps, Scarlett paused and her eyes squeezed tight with pain. Once, she pressed her knuckles hard against the small of her back. 

You didn’t say anything when she entered the kitchen. 

Her eyes were determined, the challenge in the tilt of her chin always present. Her hands were carefully at her sides. She walked straighter than ever. 

You didn’t move away from the counter, blocking her path to the plate you’d prepared.

You tilted your chin in an imitation of her own expression. Irritation crossed Scarlett’s face as she met your gaze. After a moment, her hand moved subtly to press against the small of her back again. 

‘How can I help?’ You asked, quietly but firmly. Scarlett startled at your question.

You looked pointedly down at her hand.

‘It’s nothing.’ Scarlett defended.  Her hand dropped from her lower back. She stood straighter. You dropped your eyes to the floor at her tone, heat crawled up your neck.

It wasn’t nothing. 

You were getting sick of this. Renewed strength brought your eyes back up to meet hers. 

‘How can I help?’ You repeated your words to her calmly. You tilted your chin again in defiance, it was more demand than question.

You stared at each other for a long time.

Scarlett’s attention flitted to the snack that you’d prepared. Suddenly, it was her who was looking down at the ground.

You watched as the cracked pieces of her broke entirely. 

She stretched her hand out, leaning against the counter and relieving the pressure on her back.

‘Please.’ She whispered, admitting everything. 

You stepped forward. Your hand touched her back gently, unsurely. Scarlett’s breath hitched.

‘Lower.’ She whispered, something almost humiliated in her tone. 

You moved your hand obediently.

Scarlett moaned between clenched teeth when you found the spot.

Slowly, but surely, you pressed the heel of your hand against her back. 

Scarlett gave a strangled whimper, leaning automatically into your touch. You moved the pressure in a slow circle, trying to ease out the pain. 

Scarlett covered her mouth with her hand, muffling the noise. Her eyes were closed, but you saw a tear slip down her cheek.

When Scarlett turned around a few minutes later, she did not look like the woman you’d been working for. 

Defeat tangled with embarrassment in her expression. 

You watched her unsurely, not knowing what to say. 

Her voice cracked. 

‘I’m just so tired.’ She admitted, purposefully avoiding your stare.

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Touching her now was easier. 

You took her hand, soft and warm in yours. It felt perfectly weighted. Gently, you led her to the sofa. 

Scarlett had never sat on it. Not whilst you were here. She gripped your arm suddenly as she lowered herself carefully down onto it. Shame tinted her cheeks pink. You understood abruptly that she would need a hand up from it too. 

Annoyance flared at her relentless stubbornness.

Scarlett exhaled shakily at the relief of a comfortable seat.

She looked over and caught the frustration written across your expression.

‘Y/N’ She murmured lowly, uncertainly. A shiver went down your spine at the way she said your name. 

‘You’re still hungry.’ You said quietly, getting back to your feet. Scarlett’s face burned with embarrassment as she watched you leave. 

When you returned, she was sitting as straight as she could on the soft sofa. Despite your frustration, it made your lips quirk upwards. 

You placed her plate down on the coffee table. 

You didn’t speak as she ate. Instead, you played nervously with your fingers. You tried to find the right words. 

You waited until you heard the plate thud back against the table. 

‘I want to take care of you.’ You whispered at last, staring at your hands. ‘I know it’s my job. But, I want to do it too.’ 

Scarlett didn’t speak. Your strange confession hung in the space between you.

Your skin tingled and your heart jumped erratically in your chest. You took a chance, glancing over at her. Scarlett’s eyes closed for a brief moment. You recognised the expression on her face. She was also trying to find the right words.

‘It always.’ She started unsurely. ‘It always goes wrong.’

Your head tilted in confusion. Scarlett gave a sad smile. 

You looked down at her belly and she followed your gaze. 

‘I’m sick of being disappointed.’ Scarlett’s voice caught, tangling with a raw pain. Her hand curved across her front. The action was stilted, as if her stomach was still unfamiliar to her. 

‘But, it’s me.’ She whispered, voice cracking open now. Her eyes glanced up at the ceiling, and you watched them fill with tears. ‘It’s always my fault.’

You wanted to help. An ache rippled through you.

You touched her leg. Scarlett froze.

She caught your gaze, and your intention too. 

She shook her head suddenly, you saw the tears slip down her cheeks.

‘Don’t pretend.’ She whispered now, almost begging. ‘Just, please, don’t pretend to care.’

‘I don’t know how.’ You murmured.

You leaned closer, giving yourself up to the want of her. 

Her lips were fuller than you expected. You could taste the salt on them.

Scarlett’s fingers were shaky as she touched the nape of your neck. 

Shivers rippled down your spine.

You kissed her harder and she responded in kind. 

Scarlett’s fingers tangled in your hair now. Her grip was sudden and tight. You felt her desperation in the curl of her fingers.

Blindly, you searched for her other hand, resting at her side. Already, the warmth of it was familiar. You held it tightly in yours, Scarlett exhaled slowly.

You leaned back to look at her. The flush of her cheeks doused you with affection and arousal. 

‘Scarlett.’ You said unthinkingly, enjoying the sound of her name on your tongue. 

She didn’t look up at her name, still focused on your lips. 

‘You’re perfect.’ She murmured, trailing a finger along your cheek and down the side of your neck. You wondered if she could feel your jumping pulse. ‘You’re not going to stay.’ 

Anger flared through you now. Indignity at being judged by other people’s mistakes.

You moved to kiss her collarbone harshly. Your teeth stung her skin as you nipped and sucked. Scarlett moaned into your ear. She fidgeted on the sofa as you left wet marks across her exposed skin. She grabbed at the sofa cushion to the side of her. 

‘I just want to help.’ You murmured determinedly, planting one last kiss just below her ear. Scarlett whined, her head tilting back.

You moved to kneel on the floor. 

You settled between her legs, fingers tugging down her pants. Everything felt predetermined. Maybe because you’d dreamed it. Maybe because it was always going to happen.

You looked up at her as you spread her legs. Scarlett was looking down at you, her pupils had dilated entirely. Everything felt right. You had wanted to be here for so long. 

You dragged your nails up her bare thighs. 

‘Thank you.’ Scarlett rasped and your heart clenched at the strange insecurity of it. You wanted to be here, you didn’t know how to tell her again.

Instead, you licked along her cunt. You could taste her already, coating your tongue. Scarlett couldn’t reach you from around her stomach. Your eyes flitted up to see her nails digging into the sofa cushion. Her head tilted back against the sofa, eyes closing.

She mumbled something quietly to herself. Annoyance continued to flicker inside you. You wanted to hear her.

You pressed your tongue hard against her clit and made her scream instead. 

When you were done. When she’d fidgeted against your wandering tongue. When you could taste the sweet tang of her in your mouth. When you would never think of anything else ever again. When she was trembling. You looked back up at her.

Scarlett’s hair was mussed, her mouth was parted as she panted. 

Scarlett was undone. 

You kissed her clit lightly, giving her one last aftershock before you slid her pants back up her legs. She acquiesced limply, still not quite in the room.

You sat beside her on the sofa, enjoying the weird domesticity of her afterglow. You rested your head against her shoulder feeling her chest move with each ragged breath. 

Your heart was still pounding beneath your ribs, trying to adjust to the new way the world was hung.

After a minute, you felt Scarlett tense again. You knew she was going to speak. 

‘What now?’ She asked bluntly, words purposefully calm. You lifted your head and read the challenge in the tilt of her chin. You knew instinctively that she was daring you to leave, readying herself for it even now. A strange, soft affection built in your chest. You realised that you would always win her dares.

You took her hand in yours. You weaved your fingers together and held tight. The warmth of her skin trickled inside you. 

You didn’t speak. Neither did she. 

You watched her thumb rub circles against your knuckles, enraptured.

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(Some time later)

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‘It won’t stop.’ Scarlett looked down at her phone cradled in her lap. Her voice was tight.

The phone buzzed in her hand, over and over as the news stories rolled in. You sat next to her, on the edge of her bed. You touched her very rounded stomach, still covered by the dress she’d worn to the earlier meeting. 

Even now, you found yourself hesitant to touch her, for so long she’d been your boss. 

Scarlett gave you a searing look. You weren’t sure if she regretted it. The public announcement of you. The personal assistant turned girlfriend. The implications for her, her sexuality, her career, her expected child. 

Her phone kept buzzing as more implications rolled in. You watched the headlines appear on the screen, one after another.

You watched Scarlett’s forehead crease with worry. Your stomach clenched, the moment felt unbearable.

You touched her shoulder, your fingers slipping under her sleeve. Her skin was warm. Scarlett’s breath caught. 

‘You’re all I think about.’ You told her, letting your mind cloud with familiar want. 

Scarlett’s lips parted. She watched you, something still unsure in her eyes. You scratched her skin lightly. Her eyes closed.

Her phone slipped in her grip and the buzzing became louder. Her gaze returned to it.

‘I can’t ignore everyone. It’s not polite.’ She snapped suddenly. 

With confidence you rarely had, you moved to stand in front of her. You pulled at the phone in her grip, Scarlett released it with unexpected obedience. Maybe she could see your mood better than you could feel it. 

You let the constant tug between your souls pull you forward. You leaned down, letting your lips find each other. You pressed yourself against her front, feeling her bump brush against you. 

The air was thick with anticipation. You slipped the vibrating phone beneath the skirt of her dress.

‘I have no interest in being polite or heterosexual.’ You whispered against her ear. Scarlett gave a soft cry and her hand twisted the fabric of your shirt.

You pressed the phone higher, letting it sit against the familiar cotton of her underwear. Scarlett moaned. She gripped your shoulder with sudden fierceness, holding you in place. 

You moved your fingers over the elastic of her panties, desperate to feel her. The vibrating phone stayed cradled against your palm, pressed to her.

Scarlett was slick against your skin. She started to whine, her neck falling back as she held you tighter. You kissed her neck, letting your teeth graze her skin.

Your fingers moved inside her with every vibration, Scarlett jolted against you. Her eyes were screwed tight, her cheeks flushed. She called your name, over and over. 

Her walls tightened around you at last and she screamed into the room. 

In the moments after, she lay back against the bed. You slid the dress up to kiss her exposed stomach. Scarlett’s breathing was still heavy as she reached for your hand, slipping her fingers between your wet ones. 

You kissed damp cotton and whispered a secret there, just to make her body twitch.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Request for Requests

Hello, I’m looking to do a mini writing challenge in January. 

I’d be really grateful if anyone had any requests they’d like to submit for it here: @historyofstoriesendingsadly

There's more info in the pinned post on that blog.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Silhouette

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

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Natasha’s eyes clung to you as you walked over to the dancefloor. You pretended not to notice. 

Wanda held your hand tight.

Wordlessly, her thumb brushed the inside of your wrist. You caught her raised eyebrow and nodded reassuringly. 

The room was too hot. Pepper and Tony’s wedding reception was the event of the year but your skin was crawling. 

Natasha sat on a chair at the edge of the dancefloor. Her dress was short and her legs were parted purposefully. She rested her elbow against the drinks table, her hand cupped her face. She watched you obviously. 

You couldn't stop thinking about her stare.

Natasha’s eyes had haunted you for years. 

Wanda’s hand slid casually around your waist, pulling you flush against her front. A surprised huff escaped you as she stole back your attention. Instinctively, you moved your hips along with hers. 

Wanda’s thumb brushed your cheek now and then she touched your bottom lip. 

Her touch was gentle and warm. Time stood still.

She leaned in to kiss you slowly. Her lips were soft, pressing into you just as her fingers began to graze the base of your neck.

Her hips kept brushing against your front as she swayed, keeping up the pretense of dancing

A heady wave of attraction flooded you. You hummed with pleasure and watched as Wanda smirked at the sound. 

She took a step back and began to twirl you teasingly under her arm. From the corner of the room, you heard Tony give an ironic wolf whistle.

A reflex kicked in at the noise. Your attention shifted back to Natasha immediately, concerned for her reaction. 

Rage burned back at you in her stare.

Her fingers tapped impatiently against her tight jaw. Her hair was braided and the style made her face look taut. Nerves and attraction bundled confusingly in the pit of your stomach.

You turned back, trying to stay focused on Wanda. Her smile was soothing as she took in your expression. You knew she could only read the nerves in your eyes. 

Wanda always brought the calm back to you. You wished that you could forget Natasha.

If it wasn’t Tony’s wedding, you wouldn’t be here. 

Wanda tugged lightly at the fabric covering your shoulder, exposing a sliver of bare skin. She pressed her lips to the spot and your cheeks flamed at the intimacy on display. 

You knew she was trying to distract you. 

Your eyes flitted back to Natasha, but she wasn’t in her seat anymore.

You searched through the crowd of people in the busy room. Wanda murmured your name against your neck as she stretched back up slowly. Her splayed fingers slipped down to squeeze your ass. 

You caught sight of a red-headed woman leaving at the back of the room. 

You were nauseatingly predictable.

‘I need the bathroom.’ You mumbled. Wanda gave you a small pout, before stepping back. 

‘Go.’ She encouraged, and your heart stung at the trust in her gaze. ‘I’ll save my next dance for you.’

You moved quickly through the room, weaving between clusters of strangers, friends and colleagues. 

Pepper stared at you meaningfully. Clearly understanding your intention, her disapproval was obvious. You should have cared, instead you basked in the confirmation that you were right about the red-headed woman’s identity,

You pushed through the swinging door at the back of the room. The hallway was empty. You noticed the half open fire door and headed towards it without hesitation. 

You were right. You knew Natasha too well.

The day had grown dark whilst you’d been celebrating the wedding.

Now, all you could see was the burning orange of Natasha’s cigarette stub before she crushed it with her foot. 

‘I thought you quit.’ You said unthinkingly. You sounded too concerned. You couldn’t help it. You hated yourself. You tried to remember the trust in Wanda’s eyes.

Natasha gripped your shoulder tightly as she moved you back through the fire door.

‘You know I don’t quit.’ She told you, in a voice tight with frustration.

Fear built a lump in your throat. Still, an electric feeling sparked through your veins. You’d missed her. That’s what Wanda could never know. After everything, you still missed Natasha. 

You wanted her too. 

Natasha studied your face for a moment in the hallway. Her hand shifted from your shoulder, gripping your wrist instead. 

She led you wordlessly through the nearest door. 

The room was clearly used to store the chairs for events. A few rickety ones were still littered across the ugly green carpet. 

Natasha pushed you back against the opaque-glass paneled door as soon as she’d shut it. 

Her forearm crushed against your collarbone and your breaths came shakier. 

You shouldn’t be here, you should have learned.

‘You’re a slut.’ Natasha growled, and her face moved closer to yours. 

You could smell the cigarettes on her breath. She was still smoking the Russian ones.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, because it was all you knew how to say. 

‘Are you?’ Natasha asked, pressing your jaw between her finger and thumb. Her nail dug in against your skin. 

‘I am.’ You admitted. Your eyes locked with Natasha’s.

‘I missed you.’ You continued with sudden ferocity. ‘And, you don’t even care about me.’

You pushed back against Natasha, feeling feeble in your attempt. 

Still, Natasha took a step back. Her hands went into the air in faux surrender. 

Her stare was unreadable but you couldn’t stop searching it for answers. 

‘I missed you too.’ Natasha admitted quietly, her eyes flickering down to the carpet.

She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and the nervous gesture washed you with nostalgia.

You knew Natasha better than anyone. You knew how lonely she was. You knew she was more afraid than anyone saw. 

‘I love you.’ You reminded her on instinct. 

Now, it was you taking her wrist. You rested your fingers over her pulse point, reminding you that she was there. Real, breathing, alive. 

Nothing was ever certain with Natasha. 

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She kissed you hurriedly, barely allowing for breath as her fingers curled reflexively around your neck. 

Her body pressed you tight against the door. Your arms wrapped around her.

You felt her teeth drag across your bottom lip before she changed her focus to your shoulder. 

You knew she was leaving a mark. You knew she didn’t care. 

You tried to remember Wanda. But, everything felt hazy except for Natasha. 

‘If you love me, then love me.’ Natasha murmured against your bruising skin.

You understood her direction. You slid to your knees unhesitatingly.

Natasha braced herself against the door and smirked down at you. 

You rolled the hem of her fitted dress up to her hips.

She wasn’t wearing underwear, but you’d guessed that before. 

You could tell she was wet. You could almost feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

Your own possessiveness kicked in.

You wanted Natasha to be yours. To stay yours. 

Natasha gripped the hair at the back of your head and tilted you forward impatiently.

You moved obediently, tongue flat as you tasted her. 

Natasha groaned above you and you watched the muscles in her legs tense. 

Your fingers danced familiarly against the back of her bare thighs.

You pressed your tongue against her clit, before beginning to lick gently. 

You found a rhythm, enjoying the vibrations that you were shooting through her legs. 

Natasha swore incoherently as your pace picked up. 

Her hand fell to your shoulder and she dug her nails in again. You understood her silent demand. 

You sank your fingers inside her until you were knuckle deep. Natasha was already tightening around you.

You sucked her clit as you moved your fingers back and forth.

Natasha choked on her breath and you felt the tight squeeze and release around your fingers. 

You kissed her clit much more lightly as it continued, silently celebrating this moment. 

You wondered if Natasha would ever understand how good you felt when you made her happy.

You clambered back to your feet, sucking your fingers clean. 

You smiled as you saw the haziness in Natasha’s eyes. 

As it cleared, you squeezed her breast lightly.

You pressed your knee between her thighs, reminding her of where you’d just been.

Natasha smirked and a nervous attraction bloomed inside you.

It took a moment for you to notice the new coldness in her eyes. 

She brushed your hand away from her breast, with revulsion in her eyes. 

You felt diseased under her regard. Your arm fell to your side like a dead weight.

‘I never said I wanted you back.’ Natasha corrected cooly. You could hear the lace of humour in her tone. Self hatred bubbled up inside you. Tears filled your eyes. 

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‘You’re a slut.’ Natasha reminded you lowly. And the heel of her hand dug into the crack between your ribs.

Misery and fear overwhelmed you.

‘Run back to your girlfriend.’ Natasha instructed you with a sneering dismissal. 

When she shifted her weight from the door, you cracked it open and stepped back into the corridor. 

You tried to fix your hair as a numbness crept over your skull. Your ragged breaths were obvious and you tried to steady them.

The doors to the dance floor swung open and Wanda’s face appeared suddenly in your line of sight. 

Her relieved smile switched to one of concern as she took you in. 

You walked unsurely towards her open arms.

Wanda’s hug was tight. Her lips pressed against your hair. 

‘Has she been bothering you?’ Wanda murmured, her stance tightening with defensiveness.

‘I just want to forget it.’ You whispered, closing your eyes as if Natasha didn’t hide in your darkest thoughts.

Wanda held your hand tightly. Protectiveness radiated from her as she led you gently toward the fire door at the end of the hallway. 

‘Let’s get you home.’ She promised soothingly, like you deserved anything good in this world.

You didn’t speak, trying desperately to ignore the silhouette lingering behind the opaque-glass door.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Can't Keep My Eyes Off Of You

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 6: Phone Sex @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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Fucking your neighbour was the best bad idea that you’d ever had. 

Wanda cooked dinner for you every night. When you knocked on her door, she would open it with a bright smile. You knew she loved your company. Every part of it.

There was something painfully hopeful in her smile, a desperate wish that this night would be like the ones before.

Every night, her homemade dinner lay forgotten for hours. You’d fucked her more times in the kitchen than you’d managed to eat there. 

You didn't plan to leave town. But with a job like yours it was a matter of time.

When you told Wanda about your work trip, you saw the panic in her eyes before it smoothed itself away. She held a brave smile, inviting you to dinner when you came back into town. 

You knew how much she craved you. Your attention and your affection. It made you never want to leave.

When you locked your house, a suitcase at your feet, you could see her. She watched at her window as you pulled away from the curb in a taxi. You could see the shadow of her hand touching the glass pane. Her eyes full of longing.

The next evening you ate alone at a hotel restaurant. The work day had gone well, but you felt yourself craving something more. An itch you couldn't get rid of you. You tried to watch porn. You spent the time thinking of Wanda. What she was wearing. What her hands were doing instead of you.

You passed the rest of the evening with more work, willing the clock in the corner to keep counting onwards. Your foot tapped the carpeted floor. It was hard to focus.

Midnight came and went. The alarm clock dialed back to zero, ready to start again. 

You stared at the red numbers.

You called Wanda on an impulse, lying back against the starchy hotel pillows as you dialed. 

Wanda answered on the third ring.

‘Oh. Hi’ She breathed down the line. You felt your skin tremble at her voice. ‘I didn’t think you’d call.’

‘What are you wearing?’ You asked bluntly, not interested in wasting time.

There was a pause. The tremor in Wanda’s voice was full of wanton hope.

‘A skirt.’ She said quietly.

‘What skirt?’ You asked, closing your eyes as you tried to picture it.

The pause was long again.

‘Do you remember?’ Wanda asked hesitantly, ‘What I wore that day we met in the library? It’s a dark red skirt and I’m wearing the same blouse -‘

‘Same heels?’ You interrupted, you slipped your hand between your thighs. She'd been so hot when you'd first seen her. All hesitation and barely covered breasts.

‘Yes. I - I missed you this evening, I wanted to remember. Wanda trailed off, her voice sounded like it was soaked in honey. Your mouth was dry.

‘Lie down on your bed.’ You told her, your stomach curling with the anticipation.

‘Okay.’ Wanda agreed. You could picture her flushed obedience. You heard the hurried clicking of her heels on hardwood.

There was the soft rustle of sheets and a quiet thump.

‘I’m in my bed.’ She swallowed. ‘Where are you?’

‘Close your eyes.’ You lowered your voice.

‘Okay.’ Wanda whispered.

You let your hand slide between your legs as you started talking. You were wet already.

‘How many times did you want to fuck me, before that day in the library?’ You asked roughly.

You heard Wanda gulp.

‘A lot.’ She whispered.

‘What would you do Wanda? What would you do to yourself?’

Another pause, you listened patiently to the static on the line.

‘I’d touch myself.’ Her voice was higher. ‘I’d think about you.’

‘What did you think about?’

‘Your breasts.’ Wanda moaned, and you smiled, certain she was touching herself once again. ‘I saw you by accident, you forgot to close the blinds.’

‘I heard you Wanda.’ 

‘No.’ She murmured, a trace of worry and pleasure. She breathed a soft moan to herself.

‘You weren’t quiet Wanda. I could hear you calling my name all night.’

‘No.’ Wanda sounded dazed and hurried. Far off in her mind. 

You could picture her. Skirt hitched up as she rubbed herself.

‘I’m there now Wanda. I’m watching you.’ You lied. ‘I heard you.’ 

‘Oh. You’re not supposed to see.  Oh.’ Wanda cried in panic.

'You're hurrying.' You told her in a low voice. You touched yourself slowly, loving the sound of her shallow breaths. 'I need you to be gentle. You have to let me watch.'

‘I can’t be gentle. I need, I need.’ Wanda moaned like the sound was inescapable.

‘Rub yourself slowly.’ You told her calmly. ‘You've been too needy haven't you? You didn’t even take off your underwear.’

Wanda whimpered and you knew you were right. ‘I just pushed it to the side.’

You tsked. ‘You didn’t take off those heels either. You’re making such a mess, Wanda.’

‘I can’t help it.’ Wanda cried, half delirious. You knew she was painfully close. Every time Wanda pressed her clit, a small gasp fell from her lips. She was so sensitive, even to herself. ‘I just need. I want. I just. Please.’

‘I want you to use your fingers, Wanda. But you have to add them gently.’ You ordered. ‘I want you to be full.’

Wanda groaned down the phone, and you felt yourself tighten around your own hand.

‘You’re watching me.’ She moaned. ‘I didn’t know.’

‘I’m watching you.’ You promised. ‘Move your fingers back and forth Wanda. I want you to come.’

‘I’m so full.’ Wanda cried out. ‘Oh. Oh.’ 

Her hips were jumping off the bed. You knew it.

You hummed, your own orgasm was still making your thighs shake.

‘Y/N.’ She moaned. You could picture her perfectly, eyes closed and writhing on her bedspread. ‘Are you here? Are you still watching?’

‘You’re beautiful.’’ You lowered your voice with soft reassurance. ‘Of course I’m watching. I can’t look away.’

Wanda screamed your name, over and over as she came.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Slow Burn

Rockstar!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex @flightlessangelwings

You stood at the front of the crowd. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. She was your favorite artist. Her music was the soundtrack to your life.

All you could think about was how much you wanted to fuck her.

Wanda Maximoff had stormed onto stage with undeserved disdain for the audience. She moved as she sang, her voice dripping with something indescribable. Everything about her was untouchable.

The loud speakers thudded beside you. You could feel the vibrations in your throat.

Above you on the stage, Wanda was both dangerous and ethereal.

Intimidation and attraction warred inside you. Your stomach twisted with longing. You fought the urge to reach out and try to touch her.

Wanda’s hand trailed thoughtlessly over her body as she lost herself in the song. You were close enough to see the sweat drip down her neck. You swallowed as images raced into your mind.

Her oversized white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense as she gripped the microphone. 

Wanda leaned forward as she held the last note. Her long red hair was thrown to one side. You were in awe.

Without warning, Wanda’s eyes flashed to you and you lost your breath. They lingered on you for a moment too long. There was something dangerous about her stare. Something tempting too.

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening up as the song ended. 

The next song started. One of your favorites. Wanda glanced at you again. She smirked as she walked to the other side of the stage.

You felt dumbstruck. Her voice was seeping into your veins. Her eyes were something else. 

By the last song, Wanda had looked at you more times than you could count. Everytime her attention lingered on you, you felt your cheeks heat.

Did she know how much you wanted to touch her?

Before you left the venue, you felt the tap of a security guard on your shoulder. You knew what they were going to say before they said it. You nodded eagerly. 

You followed them backstage, to a dressing room door with a scrawled Maximoff taped on the outside. The security guard knocked for you and then you watched him walk away. He didn’t look back. Your palms felt clammy. 

The door opened and Wanda revealed herself. She nudged the door open with her hip. She had a whisky glass in one hand, a bottle in the other. Immediately, your mind went blank. All you could think was that you wanted her to touch you. Could you ask yet? Was it time?

‘Hi.’ You said shyly instead. 

Wanda looked you over with practiced ease. She glanced at your band t-shirt, a drawing of her plastered over your chest.

The shirt was an old favorite, a little tight around your bust. Your cheeks heated as you realized your nipples had hardened beneath the fabric. 

Wanda’s smile turned feral. 

 ‘C’mon.’ She directed you. Her voice rasped from overuse. You swallowed another wave of desperation. Already you could feel a slow, needy throb beginning between your thighs.

Wanda stopped at a large table that held the remnants of various refreshments. Empty glasses and food containers were scattered across the surface. 

‘I’ve loved your music forever.’ You told Wanda eagerly, watching her pour out a half glass of whiskey. ‘I never thought I’d get to see you in person, let alone meet you. I didn’t think you’d be so -’

You hesitated, remembering yourself.

‘So what?’ Wanda prompted, her expression daring you to say it. She lifted the glass to her lips and drained it slowly. You watched her swallow. Her thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. 

‘Hot.’ You blurted.

Wanda stared at you. Her eyes were darker than on stage and this time she didn’t look away. She put down her glass on the table.

‘Then why are you standing over there?’ She asked simply.

A law of magnetism brought you forward.

The heat of her body made you shudder. You’d never wanted anything as much as this. You could feel your heart pouding inside your chest. The desperate need between your legs became uncomfortable.

Wanda touched you. Her fingers trailed down your bare arm. The light sensation brought goosebumps to your skin. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense and relax. You tried to remember how to breathe. 

Wanda held your chin between her thumb and forefinger. She tilted your head up and kissed you slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet, the whisky burned your throat like an afterthought. You moaned at the warmth. 

She was too hot. She was making you too hot. You were going to burn. 

Wanda’s hand gripped your waist. Her fingers dug into your side and you moaned again.

You felt her smirk against you as she moved to nip the skin at your neck. 

You felt her lean forward bending you with her. 

Your back hit the sticky wooden surface of the table.

Wanda’s hair tickled your skin as she leaned over you. The faded smell of cigarettes mixed with her coconut shampoo. 

Her hands slipped to the belt of your jeans. She unbuckled it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched transfixed, your breathing shallow. She dragged your pants down.

Her calm confidence filled you with an even more urgent need. You needed her to fuck you.

You stuttered on some incomprehensible speech. 

Wanda put her finger to your lips. She pressed down firmly.

‘Shut up.’ She advised in a gravelly whisper.

You tried to remove your t-shirt, still desperate to hurry. You were going to combust. 

Wanda laughed dryly as she caught your wrist.  ‘Leave it.’

She brushed your erect nipples through the fabric. Your felt like your skin was on fire. 

Wanda leaned right over you again. Her tongue entered your mouth as she kissed you obscenely. Your mind felt hazy. Her tongue was hot and wet and you couldn't think.

Her hand slipped into your underwear. Roughly, she played with your clit. You knew her hand was soaked.

‘Fuck.’ You breathed on every exhale.

Wanda smiled, still just above you. Her chest brushed against yours.

You felt her finger slip inside you. Your legs parted wide, desperate to get more. She didn’t stop until you were full.

You heard yourself moaning with every movement. The slow burn ached. You’d never been so full. 

Every kiss was intoxicating. Disoriented, you wondered if you’d been here for hours. Wanda dragged your bottom lip between her teeth. You felt her hipbone nudge your stomach as she pushed into you with increasing force. 

For a long time the pleasure was endless. Then, very suddenly it was immediate.

You choked out her name as you started to come.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda as you curled into your orgasm. Her free hand held your back. You felt her breathing against you. 

‘I knew you wanted to fuck me.’ She rasped as you shuddered around her fingers.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

The Domestic Approach

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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You moved in next door to Wanda Maximoff over a year ago. You knew her by sight, giving an occasional polite wave. 

No matter the time, she always seemed in a flushed hurry, too busy to stop and talk. Still she always returned the wave.

You wondered if she could tell how much you wanted to fuck her. 

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The first time you spoke to Wanda was at the library. 

Her back was to you but she still caught your attention. She was stretching on her heels as she lifted down a heavy book.

She opened the book, her finger trailed through the book’s index. As you got closer, you saw her mouth moving silently as she read each heading to herself.

She bit her lip in obvious disappointment, dropping the book onto a pile that was forming by her feet. 

‘Need any help?’ You offered spontaneously.

Wanda startled, her cheeks flushed in recognition and then she shook her head. 

‘I’m just looking for a recipe.’ She admitted, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind her ear. ‘But I can’t remember the name of the cookbook.’

Your eyes wandered to the heap of books on the floor beside her. 

Wanda looked mortified as she dropped to a crouch.

‘And I was just putting these back.’ She promised, hurrying to pick up a book and placing it on a shelf.

You didn’t tell her that you didn’t care where she left her books. 

Instead you watched the way her cream blouse fell forward, exposing the top of her breasts. The soft alabaster skin was hypnotizing, partly hidden by a blush camisole underneath.

You walked over to help, taking another book from the pile. You placed it next to hers on the shelf. You let your hand brush her bare arm as you reached. 

You watched fresh goosebumps flare along her skin until the edge of her sleeve covered the evidence.

You heard Wanda’s shaky breathing as you continued to help. 

When you were finished, Wanda took a deep, steadying breath and tried to smooth the creases in her burgundy skirt. She looked at you, her gaze hesitant. You smiled readily. You liked that.

‘Thank you.’ She said with another hesitant smile ‘I’m so stupid. I don’t think I’ll ever remember the name of that book.’

‘There’s always the internet.’ You said, letting the suggestion float. You wanted more time with her. 

‘I’m terrible on-line’ Wanda laughed a little self consciously. ‘I’m always touching the wrong thing.’

‘I bet.’ You said, enjoying yourself too much. ‘Maybe we’ve found a way for me to help?’

A few minutes later, Wanda was sitting at the old library computer. Her purse was in her lap. She leaned towards the monitor, reading the words on the screen quietly to herself as she tried to follow your instructions. 

‘And, do I click here?’ She asked unsurely. 

‘Exactly.’ You encouraged, your body barely touching her shoulder. 

You caught Wanda’s pleased smile in the monitor’s reflection. 

A moment later, she was flummoxed again. She’d clicked the wrong link on the search page. 

The cursor moved uncertainly toward the close window button. 

You leaned forward, quickly covering Wanda’s hand as you guided the mouse to the ‘back’ button she was trying to find. 

She opened her mouth and you knew she was going to chastise herself again. 

‘Don’t worry, you were close.’ You murmured, your face inches from her. 

You felt Wanda’s breath hitch. 

You lifted your hand from hers and stood back again. 

At last, you heard the printer in the corner begin to churn out a copy of the recipe. You left for the leaf of paper and brought it back to the desk. 

Wanda’s face lit up in pleasure. 

‘Thank you so much.’ She said, folding it carefully into her purse. 

‘No problem. I hope you have a good day.’ You took another step back. You hoped she’d turn away first, you wanted to see her ass again in that skirt.

Wanda stared at you with an expression you didn’t recognise. 

‘Would you like to come over?’ She asked suddenly. Your eyebrows raised at her forwardness. 

Wanda flushed again. ‘To try the recipe.’ She clarified, swallowing nervously. ‘I wanted to make it tonight. And there’s only me.’

You thought about her soft breasts when you agreed. 

.

You knocked on her door at 7pm. Barely a moment later, Wanda opened it. Her white apron was tucked neatly around a neat red dress and matching heels. Her hair had been styled carefully, accentuating her face.

‘Oh good, you’re here.’ She said breathlessly. Her eyes wandered over you for a long moment. Then her gaze flashed back up to your face guiltily as if she was scared to be caught.

‘It smells good.’ You said encouragingly as you followed her into her kitchen. Her dress sleeve was almost slipping off her shoulder.

‘I hope so.’ Wanda hummed pleasantly, hesitating as she checked a timer. You checked it too. Thirty more minutes. 

Wanda poured you both a drink and you sat together at her kitchen island. She tried some small talk. You nodded along, half listening. The sleeve of her dress was about to slip off her shoulder completely. 

Wanda stopped talking, self conscious about your lack of focus.

You leaned forward, lifting the sleeve back into place. Wanda froze perfectly at your touch. 

‘Thank you.’ She whispered hoarsely. Her fingers moved to touch the top of the sleeve thoughtlessly. You watched her play with the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. 

You knew then, without doubt, that she was attracted to you. You took a sip of your drink. You’d wanted to fuck her since you’d caught sight of her that morning. 

Wanda glanced at you and looked away again. Her gaze landed on your lap. She bit her lip. 

You could feel her thoughts radiating out. She wanted to touch you.

‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning.’ You said out loud. The air changed at Wanda’s sharp breath.

She looked nervous as if she’d been the one to say it. Her breathing went shallow. 

‘Are you sure?’ She asked, not looking at you.  

You smirked then. You touched her thigh.

Wanda shuddered, legs parting on instinct. She stared down at your hand in her lap. You cleared your throat and she finally looked up at you. Her hair was already mussed.

‘This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.’ She told you nervously. ‘I didn’t think. I didn’t know if you’d want me like this.’ 

You kissed her softly. When your lips met her full ones, she gave a soft ‘Oh’ of surprise. Her hand brushed lightly over your hair. Uncontrolled want .

You pulled back and regarded the warmth still flushing her cheeks. Her green eyes took a moment to open. 

You brushed her cheek. You could tell she was caught between something fragile and desperate.

‘I want to fuck you every way I can think of.’ You promised her. Wanda swallowed and you knew if you tried to touch her now, she’d already be wet on your fingers. 

‘I think I’d like that.’ She confessed. 

She leaned forward and kissed you. Her mouth was hesitating, gentle. Then needy, urgent as she tasted you. You dragged your teeth across her lower lip.

A moan escaped her mouth. 

Without daring to look, Wanda slipped her hand under your top, moving until she found your breasts. She squeezed softly, over and over. Unable to lose the urgency she was trying to hide. 

You saw everything clearly now.

‘You’ve thought about this before.’ You accused lightly. Wanda’s eyes darted to you as she pulled back from your mouth. 

‘Did you watch me through the window?’ You continued. You pulled her dress sleeves down again, baring her pale shoulders. Your fingers trailed lightly over the exposed skin.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her chair as your touch continued. 

‘Just once.’ She breathed. ‘That first night. I saw you changing. You left the blind up.’

You pulled Wanda gently from her seat, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. You kissed her collarbone slowly, nipping and sucking at the skin. You could hear every gasp leave her lungs. 

‘Wanda.’ You corrected. ‘I know you watched more than that.’ 

You watched her swallow, eyes glassy as she nodded. You knew. She’d thought about you at night in her bed. You could picture her, touching herself to the image of you.

You cupped her ass, drawing her closer. She stumbled obediently, a heel clacking to either side of your leg. 

You lifted her dress up, apron still attached. Wanda pressed herself needily against your thigh.  

‘Oh.’ Wanda moaned, holding your shoulders to steady herself.

You slid your palm along her underwear. The soft cotton was soaked through. Wanda squirmed at your touch. 

‘I’ve never been so wet before.’ She told you, voice strangled. 

‘I don’t think that’s true.’ You corrected, pressing a little harder as you brushed her clit. ‘I think you get wet all the time Wanda, with your little fantasies.’

You took your hand away, focused now on peeling her dress down to her waist. 

Wanda hummed mindlessly, still rocking herself against your thigh.

When her breasts were free, you kissed the soft pink areolas with satisfaction. You ran your tongue over her hardened nipples. You’d been thinking about this all day. Wanda whimpered at the light sensation. 

You rolled your thumbs back and forth over her nipples and looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed. She gripped your shoulders tighter.

‘It’s okay, honey.’ You promised, leaning up to leave a kiss under her ear. ‘I just want to treat you nice tonight.’ 

‘Oh.’ Wanda sighed as your lips touched her skin. Her hips moved like it was her only instinct. You felt her damp underwear sliding along your leg. You tensed your thigh and she pressed her clit needily against you. You felt her legs begin to tremble. 

‘Oh.’ Wanda said again, breathier, more urgent now. Her fingers moved now to tangle in your hair. She rocked back and forth more quickly. 

Her breasts came even closer and you squeezed them as you gave them your best attention. You kissed her hardened nipples, grazing them against your teeth and she kept up her pace.

You murmured low encouragements.

You could feel her legs tightening around yours. She couldn’t speak at all now. Any words had been lost to soft moans. 

She dragged herself hurriedly against your skin. Your nails dug into her ass as you moved her back and forth. 

Wanda whined louder. She called out your name, eyes still closed. You knew she’d called it out before.

You whispered hers. You told her that she needed to come. 

Even as her body relaxed and the hazy look entered her eyes. Wanda’s hips moved rhythmically back and forth. 

Slowly they came to a stop.

Wanda looked at you. Cheeks flushed. Relaxed smile. Hair messed.

You slid your hand between her legs.

You dragged your palm against her one last time, just to make her pelvis twitch. 

Wanda gave a happy sigh.

A timer beeped in the other room.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

The Sweetest Thing On This Side of Hell

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 3: Monster AU @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.3K

When Natasha told you to leave. She didn’t tell you it was forever. If she had, you’d have begged harder. Pleaded more. 

Fucked her better.

You didn’t want to have a normal life again. You couldn’t focus on anything except for her. You walked around the grocery store for hours, places you didn’t want to be.

You couldn’t forget her. It wasn’t a choice, you’d found yourself snarling when a friend had called. Your skin pricked like needles. Your hands kept shaking.

You sent her needy texts. Telling her you missed her, asking for her to come back. You wanted to do anything. Be anything Natasha wanted. 

You thought about that a lot. What you must have done wrong. 

When her hands touched your body, you didn’t know if you were broken or perfect.

Now you were left with your own hands. You kept your eyes closed, imagining the way Natasha whispered your name. Her fingers in your hair. The look in her eyes when you came. It was never the same.

You went to Natasha’s house, but you could tell it was empty. You checked every window, ignoring the ‘For Sale’ sign swinging outside.

You had one friend who stayed persistent. You could tell she was trying to disentangle Natasha from your mind. You hated it. You wanted Natasha to stay in there forever. You knew she would.

Your friend dragged you to a nightclub in the end. Somewhere you could forget yourself and try your best to forget Natasha too.

If you were honest, it was the first time you were tempted. The idea of forgetting for a second that she wasn't there.

You saw long forgotten friends at the bar. They gave you dirty looks and you remembered you didn’t care. Natasha had marked your insides. How could you care.

Your mind was hazy when you started to dance. Bodies were blurred and unimportant. A stranger touched your shoulder and you felt your heart jolt. Undecided if you should pretend. If you could. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

You stared down at the screen and forgot the world. She was calling. 

She was calling.

You ran from the club.

Heart pounding. On the dark street you picked up the call. You were shivering already, bare limbs exposed in a lace tank top and high waisted shorts.

There was silence on the other end. 

Breathlessly, you whispered. ‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’ She snapped coldly.

Tears came to your eyes. She was there. You glanced at the nearest street signs, reading them obediently. 

‘I’ve missed you.’ You whispered as she hung up. 

You sat on the edge of the sidewalk, light rain coating your trembling skin. Your high heels were filthy. You were scared she was going to leave again when she saw you. You should have dressed better. You couldn’t do anything right.

The hum of an engine caught your attention. You recognized the number plate.

You stepped into the road.

The car screeched to a halt. The driver’s door swung open and Natasha stepped out. She was wearing a red dress. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were savage. 

‘Get in.’ She snarled.

You ran obediently to the other side, swallowing the happy feeling that she might kill you tonight. 

Inside the car, the smell of Natasha filled your mind again. You couldn’t look at her. Some instinct telling you not to dare.

You kept your head tilted down and looked at your lap. Silence filled the space between you. At last, the engine started again and Natasha drove you away.

Tears slipped onto your cheeks. She was so close, but you’d messed it all up before. You began to cry, body convulsing with desperately quietened sobs. 

‘Y/N.’ She warned you in a low voice. 

You loved her so much and you couldn’t stop.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, watching the hot tears drip onto your legs.

The car stopped abruptly and you looked up for the first time. She’d taken you back to your house. 

Desperation kicked in. She couldn’t leave you again. 

At last, you looked at Natasha. 

Her eyes were stormy now. 

‘Please.’ You begged again. Unable to do anything but plead and obey. 

Indecision crossed Natasha’s face. You couldn’t bear it. 

‘I just want to be yours.’ You tried quietly. ‘Please, just let me be yours.’

Natasha left the car. 

Your heart rabbited in your chest as you scrambled to follow her. 

She walked back to your house and you followed. Mindless until she took your hand.

She led you to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you. Your skin crawled with anticipation.

Natasha pressed your chest, pushing you back until your legs caught on the window seat. You felt the cold glass press into your back. You’d sat here a thousand times, waiting for Natasha to come. 

Natasha looked at you like you were already naked. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth glinting in the dark room. You tried to touch her side, needy at your core. Your hand touched her skin and you heard yourself whine. You were needy. You needed her. You needed her now. 

Natasha pulled your tank top over your head, and your arms moved obediently upwards like a rag doll. Your heart thudded harder. 

Natasha paused, bringing the lace fabric to her face and breathing it in. She closed her eyes. You watched in silent desperation. 

Eyes half hooded, she moved your hand back to her body. You felt the sharp zipper of her dress and tugged it gently.

Her dress pooled like water on the floor. Soft moonlight cascaded over her naked body. You wanted to die for her.

Natasha’s breathing was still shallow. So was yours. You touched her shoulders. She was real. She was here.

Natasha touched the wetness between your legs as she removed the last of your clothes. Her hand was rough and you curled your face against her shoulder.

You never wanted her to stop. You wanted this forever.

Natasha leaned closer and her breasts touched yours. You heard yourself cry. The pressure of her body pushed you back against the window. Your legs wrapped around her waist. 

Her hand slipped into the space between you, touching you gently. 

‘Natasha.’ You chanted as her fingers slipped inside. You'd prayed for this.

She rubbed you gently until she didn't. Your clit swam in slow waves that turned to riptides.

She called your name. You were in ecstasy. You'd do anything she asked. You wanted to come.

You gasped for a breath, panting as you started to tense around her fingers.

Natasha's free hand stroked your back. Her fingers dug into your scars.

She loved you. You knew it. Your heart soared.

Natasha's warm breath lingered on your neck. She beckoned inside you. 

You bit her shoulder and came over her fingers.

Natasha groaned into your skin.

You kissed her unbroken skin. Your heart thumped against your ribs.

Natasha moved immediately down your chest until her lips hovered over your left breast.

You knew she wanted what was beating behind it. You wanted to give it to her.

You lifted your chest to meet her lips. Her sharp teeth glanced against your nipple. You pushed yourself closer. You wanted her close. You wanted to be hers.

You wanted her to take everything.

You pushed Natasha away.

Fury lit the room for a brief moment. She looked unearthly in the charcoal shades of the room.

You slid to your knees and Natasha’s face turned to shameless greed. 

She pressed your face between her legs. You followed blindly, your tongue moving between wet folds. You lapped at the hot, sweet taste. You'd craved this forever. You swam in the desperate need.

Natasha tightened her grip of your hair and you let yourself become mindless again. 

You only needed her. She was on your tongue. She was coating your throat.

You slipped your tongue inside Natasha and tried to beg her without words. 

Natasha made a sound you’d never heard from her before. You tasted heaven as it spilled out. You felt sated at last. Your cheeks were sticky. You were covered in her. You pressed yourself closer to the warmth.

Natasha held your head in place as the tremors went through her. Your mind hummed. You licked gently, patiently.

When she let go. You looked up at her. Her eyes were hypnotic.

You wiped your cheek absentmindedly. It was no use. You could already feel it trickling down your neck.

Unwavering, Natasha's stare followed the slow trickle.

You bit your lip and let the blood pool under your tongue.

Natasha licked her lips.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Bloodsucker

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 2: Bath/Shower @flightlessangelwings

Word Count 1.1K

You were a mess. You’d bought this dress just for her. 

The evening had started with your best attempt to please her. 

Last night, Natasha had told you that she was going to take you back to her house.

You’d never wondered about that before. It was hard to imagine anything except the moments when she was with you. You paced the house every day, waiting for her to come the next night.

Now the never-ending longing to see Natasha took a different turn.

You spent your day imagining her. What she did when she was alone. All the hours you wasted sleeping.

You pictured her marble skin lost in the bedsheets. Her hand slipping between her legs. Her red hair mussed on the pillow case when she squirmed.

Just the thought of her fingers pressing softly into herself. The thought of her whining into an empty room. Curling into an orgasm that you could have given her. You’d spent the day thinking. Thinking. 

You chose the dress on a whim. It was barely a dress. You tried to convince yourself to be brave.

The white satin fabric was thin. You stared in the mirror for almost an hour, deliberating. The hem was far too short. Your bruised legs looked far too long. You knew she’d like it. 

Natasha’s car pulled onto your driveway. The crunch of gravel alerted you like always. You watched at the window. You realized, as the engine idled, that she was waiting for you to get in. You hurried.

You shut your front door, your keys clinking against your palm as you moved quickly to her car. Your hands were trembling as you opened the door, sliding into the dark leather seat beside her. 

Natasha looked at you. Her stare felt endless. Her eyes wandered along your body. You felt exposed.

‘You slut.’ She breathed. Your cheeks burned and she reached to touch the warmth of them. She always knew. The blood rushing to the surface. She always knew. Her fingernail dug into your cheek. You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry.

Without another word, Natasha started to drive. You stared at her tight jawline as turned her head to reverse down the driveway. She was wearing a dark blazer, barely held with one button. Underneath, her pale skin was exposed. You could almost see the curves of her breasts. You could almost touch. 

Your fists clenched by your sides. Your door keys dug into your skin. 

The drive was endless. You didn’t know how long it would be. How long you could wait. The car smelled like Natasha. You didn’t know your leg was bouncing until Natasha put her hand on your thigh and pressed it down sharply. 

‘Stop.’ She told you and you nodded remorsefully. 

She pulled into the driveway of her home. An empty modern townhouse that towered oppressively, even in the dark.  

Natasha didn’t speak as she left the car, slamming the door behind her. You exhaled nervously before hurrying after. She walked like she'd forgotten about you. Something was wrong. You were doing something wrong. You berated your stupidity. For the outfit choice. 

Maybe she was hungry. She was being so careful around you. Trying to make you last longer. 

‘Stretching you out.’ She’d whispered the other night, looming over you. Her hands pressing down on your splayed wrists.

You caught the front door before it started to shut and slipped into the foyer. You tried to brace yourself for who Natasha might be behind closed doors. She was standing still, waiting for you You could feel the weight of her stare. You hesitated, finding enough bravery to look up and meet it. Her eyes were thunderous. 

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, tugging at the hem of the dress you couldn’t fix. 

‘It’s not good enough.’ Natasha growled and her hand covered your throat. Her teeth sank into your collarbone. You heard yourself cry. 

The pain shocked you but the relief did more. She was touching you. She was touching you again. She still wanted you.

Blood dribbled down your chest and Natasha trailed it with her tongue. She hesitated. You felt her try to resist. Her hand loosened on your throat. 

You wanted to scream now. 

‘Again.’ You begged hoarsely instead.

Natasha looked up at you. A brief flicker of something tender passed through her gaze. She ripped your dress down the middle, kissing hungrily at your breasts. Your hips canted forward immediately. Desperate. 

She ignored you, pressing soft kisses and eager bites along your arms now. 

You looked down, hypnotizing yourself with the sight of Natasha’s half-exposed breasts. They looked sculpted, perfectly swollen against her chest. 

Your fingers moved mindlessly. 

Natasha hissed as her blazer came undone. Her red eyes flashed as she looked you over. You took in your own outfit in dazed surprise. Blood stains coated the few pieces of fabric remaining. 

You lost interest. Your hands wandered back to Natasha’s breasts, eager to touch. You pressed your palms against them softly and Natasha moaned. 

‘No.’ She hissed suddenly and your hands ricocheted back at her fury. 

‘I can’t focus.’ She snapped. ‘I’m trying to make you last.’

‘Please fuck me.’ You begged her in a small voice. You didn't want to wait anymore. You couldn't breathe without touching her.

Natasha stared down at the weeping bite marks on your wrist. Her jaw tightened. 

Suddenly, she gripped your wrist tightly and dragged you as she walked. You were led into an ultra modern bathroom.

The large, oppressive walk-in shower reminded you of the outside of her home. 

Natasha led you across the tiled floor and turned on the water. Her blazer slipped from her shoulders, leaving her shirtless with black pants clinging at her waist.

You gasped at the initial dousing of cold water. Natasha ripped the rest of your dress off and threw it into the corner of the room. The water started to heat as Natasha lifted each of your limbs, wiping them clean with her hands.

The desperate need inside you began to restart. You felt the slow curling anticipation begin when Natasha tucked your hair behind your ears.

Her soft whispers set your skin on fire like it was the first time. 

You stared at her bare chest. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples. 

Natasha’s fingers slid abruptly inside you and you jolted. The movement brought her lips to your collarbone. You could feel her fighting the urge.

Her fingers slicked back and forth. In and out. You moaned, pressing yourself against the heel of her hand urgently. The feeling was endless. You needed it now.

You threw your head back.

‘Natasha, please.’ You whined in delirium. 'Please, please.'

Natasha traced your collarbone with her tongue. Water pounded against your face. Her fingers still slid back and forth. Her touch made you want to scream. You were going to drown. You wanted to drown. 

You squeezed her breasts, desperate for something, anything, everything. She bit your neck at last. Your insides tensed as you came onto her fingers.

You breathed wildly, trying to stay upright.

In a brief gentle moment, Natasha cupped your face between her hands. Her fingers were sticky against your cheeks, her lips were red. 

She licked her fingers and kissed you.

You caught the sweet, bloody taste of yourself on her tongue.

She didn't say she loved you, but you heard it.

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Bad Idea Right?

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober, Day 1: Love Bites. @flightlessangelwings

Word Count 980

You didn’t fall in love with her because she was different. But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t different. Natasha was hypnotizing. Her beauty and her voice made it hard to think when she was around. 

You knew you loved Natasha for more than just what she was. You knew it. But you weren’t quite sure why. It was hard to remember sometimes. 

Her voice was a lull. Smooth always, like a soft coating on your insides. Or a finger dragging lightly over your skin. Her touch could make your skin burn, always wanting more.

Natasha’s tongue was like that too. Smooth, and hot. The scrape of her teeth. Making you want her.

You couldn’t always recall the details. Like where she came from. Or how you’d met. 

But when you felt her touch. When her eyes held yours and your heart faltered, like a rabbit caught in the air. The silken feel of Natasha was draped over everything. 

Her red hair, catching the light. Natasha was a sunset, burning with the last embers of light. She didn’t care about your family, or the friends you’d had before. You didn’t blame her. You didn’t care about them either, not anymore.

Natasha was meant for you. When you woke up in your bed, every morning. The sweet aches of the night before were like a soothing balm. She’d been here with you. She’d be here again. 

You checked the time now. The night was drawing in. Natasha would come for you any second. Your skin itched with the anticipation. Natasha was like a drug that wouldn’t leave you. You tried not to think about her, but there was nothing else to think about. You kept your eyes on the dark window, waiting for headlights to illuminate the dark. 

Natasha arrived and you heard the gravel crunch beneath tires. Your heart began its unsteady pounding. 

Yesterday, she’d still been hungry when she’d left. You knew she was trying to hold back. She was trying to keep you alive for longer. She was too good for you. 

You wanted to cry, Natasha didn’t understand that you wanted her to have it. Your blood, your love, your body, your soul. They were hers already, what did it matter. 

You watched Natasha slam the car door shut. Her tight silver dress made her pale skin glow like moonbeams. She gazed up at the window and her eyes met yours. For a moment, they were red. You gulped and she watched your neck move.

You listened to her enter the house. You could hear her heels clacking across the floor beneath you. You waited for the sharp footsteps to come to you. 

Your body began to tremble and you shifted with the need building inside you. You crossed your legs tightly as the need began to throb. Natasha’s footsteps were now on the staircase. Any second now. You gripped the fabric of your bed. The door opened fully and Natasha stood there. She was centered in the doorway. Her loose curls flickered like hot flames. You stopped breathing. 

She was here.

‘What have you been doing?’ She asked, her voice low and accusatory.

‘Waiting for you.’ You whispered, throat thick with longing. You wanted her to pull you close. You wanted permission like a sharp pull of your hair. Her voice ran through you, slick like water. 

Natasha regarded you from the doorway. You watched her tongue run over the sharp ridges of her teeth. 

‘Liar.’ She spat. Fear jolted you, but the desperate longing didn’t stutter. You started to speak, but Natasha held up a finger and you quietened immediately. 

‘I can smell you.’ Natasha told you with cutting precision. Your cheeks warmed, the realization. Your thighs clenched needlessly, the wetness of your underwear touched your skin.

‘Oh.’ You whispered again. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘You’re needy.’ She accused again as she walked towards you. ‘I left here for you. And I come back to this.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered again. Natasha ran her tongue over her teeth. You wanted to beg her. To touch you. To hurt you. To hurry. 

‘Come here.’ She said at last. Her voice was calm now, almost melodic. 

You walked forward, compelled by everything that made her irresistible. She smiled with barely hidden delight. Her sharp teeth caught the light. 

You wanted her. Your heart thumped harder, desperate to be close to her.

Her fingers slid into your hair. They tightened sharply and you yelped. Natasha’s red eyes were endless. Your mouth was dry. You wanted her so much.

You opened your mouth. Would she listen if you begged?

Natasha’s lips moved to the crook of your neck. 

The last thoughts slid from your mind as pleasure coated everything.

At last. At last.

Her tongue ran lower. She pulled your head back by your hair. Your neck was exposed to her. You stopped breathing and felt your vision begin to blur.

Her first kiss touched you just below the ear. It was soft and light, but warm enough to melt you. Her teeth barely grazed your skin. Your body was shuddering. The heat of her lips. You wanted to scream, but you’d forgotten your lungs.

Her tongue ran lower. She kissed your shoulder. Her teeth pressed your skin. 

Your knees tried to buckle. She gripped your side now. Holding you upright. You tried to stay conscious. You didn’t want to forget.

Natasha murmured your name. A breath gasped into your lungs. 

She bit the base of your neck. 

You whined with pleasure, pain mixed in.

Somewhere, somewhere. You went somewhere else.

‘I love you.’ Natasha whispered a moment later. Her throat was coated with the taste of you.

Her tongue slid back and forth over the bite.

You whimpered. You could feel the bruise forming with the sweet ache. Natasha’s grip loosened and she stroked your hair. You felt beautiful.