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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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i feel cockblocked by the ending of this it’s too good for my own health i need more

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Summary: You're the greatest gift Wanda could ask for.

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, smut, sex toys, overstimulation, collars, and references to bondage

A/N: I get to have a treat for myself!!!

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Humans were creatures of habits. They had to be up by one time, showered by another, and off to work by the next. If not, they'd fall into stress and have a number of issues following them. You were a perfect example of that, unknowingly so.

Wanda couldn't blame you for not noticing. After all, she went out of her way to keep her control over you subtle. You did not need to know about the camera hiding in your apartment and how she watched you sleeped. All you had to do was appreciate it. Be thankful by living life with all the benefits being under Wanda's watch came with. Being as oblivious as you were, you did that happily.

When you tossed and turned restlessly during the night, you let Wanda talk you to sleep. You never questioned how she magically knew when your period cramps had gotten the best of you and would bring you snacks. You were just thankful for your girlfriend and everything about her. Wanda was easy to open up to and you appreciated that.

Which is why you were avoiding her like the plague for the Christmas season. As much as you loved her, her understanding of you made it near impossible to keep secrets from her. You didn't even make it out of the house to go shopping before you were met with your first obstacle. A simple phone call.

"Hey, sweet doll! Where are you going?"

The honey sweet voice filled your ears and you almost forgot about your entire mission for the day. "Oh, nowhere! I'm still at home actually!" You were thankful your voice didn't give way to your lying. Unfortunately, lying to a woman who had cameras in every nook and cranny of your house was actually impossible.

Wanda made a face of disappointment. You never lied to her before. Something had to be wrong. "I can hear you getting in the car. Wanna try that again?" She looked down at the monitor in front of her. It was funny watching you pout and squirm while trying to come up with another lie. "Come on, I just want to know where my baby is so they're safe. I promise not to laugh if you're going to Baskin Robbins again." She laughed at the frustrated huff coming from you on the other end of the line.

"I'm not going anywhere important and I can't go to Baskin Robbins again because I haven't been this week!" The outburst was short and your anger, if it could even be called that, fizzled out almost immediately. "Sorry…I love you, I'll be back home soon." Before Wanda could accept your apology, you hung up the phone. It shocked you to see Wanda hadn't texted you or called you back after your abrupt hang up.

The lack of another call was but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Wanda was already getting up and prepped to follow you the second you lied to her about where you were going. A simple tracking app was all it took. Wanda was rather confused about why you felt the need to lie about going to the mall, but she elected to watch and follow you before making a move. Your girlfriend took the opportunity to sneak as many pictures of you as she could. It wasn't until you entered her favourite store that she started to put things together.

You had always been obsessed with getting Wanda gifts. When you two first started dating, they were little handmade things. Maybe some cookies you baked or a collage you just finished. Wanda's gifts were always much more expensive. All you wanted to do was match the quality of gifts. That was near impossible considering Wanda had almost an endless flow of money from her parents and you weren't even allowed to have a job anymore. This added to Wanda's confusion because you weren't paying with the card she'd given you and there was no way you would've been able to afford what you bought.

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Christmas day had arrived shortly after your little outburst and you were so proud of yourself. As far as you knew, Wanda hadn't found out your master plan. When Christmas Eve rolled around, you were buzzing with excitement.

"Open mine first! You gotta!"

Wanda laughed at your excitement and kissed your cheek. "No, you know my rules. You open mine first and then I'll open yours." Wanda looked down at you only to be met with your greatest weapon, puppy dog eyes. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. "Fine, but you're opening all of mine immediately after." She sat down on the couch and opened the rather hefty box. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Inside the box was a number of toys Wanda had only dreamed of using on you. Rope, anal plugs, and even a leash. "Baby, why'd you buy a leash with no…" Her words died down in her throat as you handed her a second box.

"Somebody on campus owed me a favour so I had them make this in return." You mindlessly played with your hands. "I mean, you always say I'm the best gift you could ever ask for so I decided to buy something that would make me better." Your face grew hot as Wanda carefully examined the collar. No more words could come out of your mouth. Part of your brain had been overcome with lust and the part was completely terrified.

Wanda's dominant hand carefully guided you down on your knees. Her hands carefully wrapped the collar around your neck and attached the leash. At first, all she did was tug at it a few times. She shuddered hearing your pathetic whimpering and soft whines. "You really know how to ruin me."

A small yelp escaped your lips when Wanda roughly pulled on the leash and forced you to sit in her lap. You were helpless as she groped you through your pyjama shorts. "Ah, but what about the —"

"Shush, you can open yours in the morning before we go see your parents. Just let me play with my toys first." Wanda's fingers teased your slit before doing away with your bottoms entirely. She grabbed the first toy she could feel. "I know that little clit of yours is really sensitive, I promise I won't be too rough on you."

You moaned softly as Wanda pressed the vibrating wand flush against the bundle of nerves between your legs. No amount of squirming could protect you from the strength of the toy. Wanda made sure to pull you back in place if you got too far away from her. "That feels so good," you slurred out. The slight choking from the collar intensified all the stimulation.

Wanda swirled the toy around your clit and harshly bit your neck. "Cum whenever you need, but I'm not stopping until I've had my fix for the night." Your desperate cries and needy moans only furthered her addiction to your pleasure. "That's it, you know those pretty noises I like to hear." Wanda refused to take the toy off your clit no matter how much you begged.

Overstimulation quickly became too much for you and frantically tried to push Wanda's hand away. "No, no more! I need a break." Your hands defensively covered your cunt.

Wanda clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I guess we'll have to use those pretty little handcuffs you bought."

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Summary: You're the greatest gift Wanda could ask for.

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, smut, sex toys, overstimulation, collars, and references to bondage

A/N: I get to have a treat for myself!!!

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"Hey, sweet doll! Where are you going?"

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"Open mine first! You gotta!"

A small yelp escaped your lips when Wanda roughly pulled on the leash and forced you to sit in her lap. You were helpless as she groped you through your pyjama shorts. "Ah, but what about the —"

Overstimulation quickly became too much for you and frantically tried to push Wanda's hand away. "No, no more! I need a break." Your hands defensively covered your cunt.

Wanda clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I guess we'll have to use those pretty little handcuffs you bought."

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

based on this request

pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

warning: minors dni (it’s not like i can stop you. but keep in mind that you’re responsible for your own media consumption so do be responsible), smut, roles; darkdom!natasha (professor natasha) & sub!reader (college student reader), semi-public sex, curse words, exhibitionism, knife play (blood and wounds), gun play, kinks; mommy kink | degradation kink | choking kink, large age gap; natasha is 38, reader is 22

summary: you see natasha everyday. she’s your professor after all. and every day since your breakup, she continues to act as if you don’t exist. the least she can do is treat you like a student, but she can’t even do that. you’ve had enough. she’s not welcome to break your heart every day the way that she does. ignoring your very existence as if you weren’t once the bane of hers. so the only logical thing to do? sleep with her fellow professor.

a/n: this is a part of my smutty sundays 😩🫦

two years ago, you made a pair of shoes. you had peter and aunt may help you. it was black, it was glossy. and you made sure that it was comfortable. you spent more time on it than your patience allowed, but even years later, you’re glad it’s still in perfect condition.

you see it, every single day. you hear it click against the marble tiled flooring of the right wing of your building where the libraries, the faculty, the offices are located, every day, at 9:15 am without fail.

you memorized it. you memorized the sound, which alone had already made you clutch your books slightly tighter against your chest. you waited for the figure to turn the corner, you waited to meet its eyes. you waited to follow it as it walked down the hall.

and then, there she was.

the red head wearing a dark blue blazer and matching trousers with a red silk top underneath. her hair was perfectly resting on top of her shoulder, big curls and all, so neatly falling over the crook of her neck as if it was deliberately arranged and placed with a massive amount of hairspray.

mrs. natasha romanoff.

this was always your favorite time of the day. the time when you see her walk into her office. when you see her the very moment she comes into school. when you get to see how she’s dressed, when you get to get a scent of her to take with you for the rest of the day, when you get to see how perfectly in shape the shoes you made for her is. the shoes she’d always worn for the past 2 years.

you looked at her eyes, the bright green ones you’d dream about looking at you. she walked closer, and closer, and slowly you got to see the small features on her face that, although you have memorized, you still liked staring at.

by the time you could clearly see the mole on her right cheek, you dreaded it. you often forget how much you hated standing there, waiting for her to turn the corner and walk the hall. you get so hypnotized by her, that you forget the wretched feeling you have whenever she walks past you. whenever you feel that small breeze that’s her always so close to hitting your figure as if you weren’t there. you hated that she never lays her eyes on you, she never acknowledges you, she never even do so much as breath towards you as if you two had never met.

you dreaded it. you hated it so fucking much. it makes you clench your fist in rage, and then it makes you tear up, and then it makes you hate yourself. and you are just so tired of that.

“mrs. romanoff,” you called, standing completely still.

you felt her stop just a few inches away from you. she hadn’t moved. she hadn’t turned around. she just stopped, and waited for you.

but you didn’t say anything.

you weren’t sure why you called onto her. in your head, you wanted to scream at her. to tell her to look at you. to tell her to stop ignoring you. to tell her that she already got what she wanted, that you already broke up with her in front of her wife and the least she can do is look at you.

but you didn’t say that.

she turns her head, just enough for her to look at her shoulder in acknowledgment of you. it was the most she’s given you in 2 years, and you can’t do anything about it.

“have a nice day…"

she didn’t say anything. you knew her enough to know the way her eyebrows tightened by the tiniest bit in confusion. that’s it? she’s probably thinking. and honestly, you’re thinking the same thing.

that’s it? that’s all i can fucking tell her?

she only did so much as hum, leaving a second before she left. you were frozen in your place until you heard the door to her office, near the end of the hall, close.

you hated what she does to you. you hated how she’d ignore your very existence. how she walks past you as if she hadn’t touched you in the dark hallways of your school. how she’d look past you as if she hadn’t seen every inch of your skin. how she’d avoid calling your name in class, how she’d avoid going to places where she knows you’ve been, how she’d completely disregard you as if you weren’t someone she had once confessed to be so utterly and hopelessly in love with.

you hated how she has the nerve to do that. she was the one who initiated your relationship. she was the one who seduced you into an affair. she was the one who made you so unconditionally in love with her. she was the one who asked you to break up with her. to stop seeing her after her wife came to you, and asked you to leave her alone.

she was the one who hurt you.

everything that this was is all on her.

and she shouldn’t have the nerve to act as if you did something wrong.

the only thing you’ve done, the one wrong thing that haunts you to this day, was loving her.

and she shouldn’t have the right to hold that against you. not when she was the one who made you fall so madly in love with her in the first place.

"y/n, are you okay?”

you didn’t realize you had just finished your last class of the day. you didn’t realize you had been stuck in the moment of hurt (which was an everyday thing, at this point) because of natasha. peter was snapping his fingers in front of you, trying to break you out of your thoughts.

the classroom was empty, and it was only you and peter. he was standing in front of your desk, holding your bag as if ready to basically drag you out of there if you hadn’t come to your senses. “aunt may is going to kill me. i promised to take you to lunch with her."

you blinked a few times, standing up to gather your things but something lit up inside your little brain when you see a figure standing beside the podium that peter’s been covering from your line of sight.

it was natasha.

she was standing, so incredibly still, her eyes staring straight into you, following you and every little move you make. you weren’t sitting so far from the front, perhaps just a row or two behind. so it didn’t come unnoticed to you, the way her finger slowly tapped her elbow while it’s crossed. the way her eyes are barely closing, or the way her head was tilted just by the smallest, almost unnoticeable bit.

she was annoyed.

mrs. romanoff was never one to stay after class hours. she’s punctual, even with leaving, and you know how it aggravates her to have to stay after the time she should’ve already left.

and while, she hates it, she has to stay until every last student is out of her classroom. and since you’re here, and it seems like you’ve been here for a while, you can see how that may have annoyed her.

so in courtesy, you met her eyes, "mrs. romanoff”, you greeted, almost bowing to her before grabbing all your things and pulling peter out of the classroom.

“miss y/l/n,” she called when you were just by the door. stopping you in your steps. she wasn’t looking at you anymore, her eyes remained to where you once were. there was a dramatic pause, and until she was sure that your complete attention was on her, her head slowly turned to look at you. “i will be handing you a letter informing you of your new class schedule with mr. rogers. please see me in my office when you have the time.”

it took you a few seconds before you picked up on what she meant, “what?” it was rather informal the way you said it, she was always so strict with formality, but you didn’t really care. she hardly notices your existence all-together, she won’t penalize you for that.

“i’ll be transferring you to mr. roger’s class out of the best interest, for you.” she says, turning around to gather her things and get ready to leave. “you can get your timetable in my office or you can get it here at 3.” she says. “rest assured, miss y/l/n…” she looks at you. she can’t see you. she can’t see you the way she used to. she can’t see you at all. and that alone, the thought, the knowledge, and most especially, the way you could no longer let you read her eyes, the way she’d completely shut you off, broke your heart in more pieces than when she told you about her wife. “you will be seeing a lot less of me.”

she was a complete stranger.

you knew what she meant. you knew the message she wanted to send, she made it very clear but you know she felt the need to save it for the sake of peter and keeping a professional relationship between you two.

you could feel your hand shaking. if the moment lasts a minute longer, your chin would tremble. your eyes will uncontrollably water. you are bound to break down. you can feel it. but you won’t ever–you refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing how broken you are because of her. she will never see how much she hurts you.

“and i’ll be seeing more of steven…” you smiled. “good.” you say before turning away with peter following you.

she has the power. she has the power over you, over everything. but you like to play. you like to play queen and pretend you have the power over her. you like to play against the odds. you like to play against her. you like to play pretend and act fine when, really, you’re not.

transferring you to mr. roger’s class was her breaking up whatever’s left lingering between you. it was cutting you off. it was completely taking you out of her life. and you aren’t going to leave just like that. not without rubbing it in her face that you’ve moved on.

so at exactly 2:55pm, you’d already settled down on her desk, your arms holding the back end of the table as you leaned back, your head hanging back with your locks tickling your elbows as you pulled steven grant rogers closer between your legs.

you would’ve done it with someone else, but frankly, no man ever dare come close to you. everyone who had, ghosted you. perhaps, they can sense the gayness, but you were bi, the “liking woman” aspect of your personality probably over powers the “liking men” aspect by tons.

so here you are with mr. rogers. you could feel him. you could feel his bulge. does it turn you on? it does. do you want to fuck him? you do. but would you? no. to let him touch you should be heaven enough for him.

if there’s one thing natasha taught you, it’s that you were a goddess. every person to have ever laid their eyes on you, is lucky enough to be graced by your view. and to touch you. even by a split second on your hand, should be heaven enough for them.

she also said that you were hers and anyone who should dare touch you would have their hands chopped off.

but of course, she doesn’t care about you anymore. you care about you. and you are indeed a goddess. and the only person ever worthy enough to see all of you, was natasha.

“this is wrong…” he grunts.

“then why are you touching me?"

his hand was on your stomach and he seems surprised when he sees it trailing up to your breasts. you bucked your hips so you he can feel the sensation of your cunt against his covered dick. you dress especially helped with the easy access.

you could still feel his hesitation. you can feel the tension in his hands. you opened your eyes and you looked at him, like a helpless little girl asking for her daddy to help her with the icky feeling between her legs. you guided his hand upwards, letting it run through your breast and pulling it to hold the side of your neck.

"touch me more…"

you started grinding on him. you weren’t feeling anything, really you couldn’t. if anything, it was uncomfortable. but you saw him grunt, and you saw how much he yearned for more. so you moaned. you moaned as if you were chasing a high that fed his ego with wanting to help you with it.

he held either side of your neck, as if supporting you as you grinded aimlessly on him. you wanted to get it over with.

your moans got louder, and louder, until you erupted in quite an exaggerated act of pleasure and panted as if it was the most pleasurable you’ve ever experienced.

"if you’re done, rogers…"

you were expecting her to be here. you were doing this so she could see how much you’ve moved on, but you didn’t expect how belittling her voided gaze was. how just a simple glance at you made you feel so dirty, so small, so invalid.

"and y/l/n.” she mentions, slowly, almost angrily. “rogers, to the dean, please."

it scared you how incredibly casual and contained she was. how composed, how calm. she just caught her ex (and student) being touched by her friend (and colleague) in her classroom. how can she be so utterly placid.

he did what she asked him to, quickly stumbling out of the room unable to meet her eyes. and while you were just about to get off, natasha tuts. "no, you stay there.” she says. casually, as if she’s correcting you. “don’t move.”

you felt every hair in your body stand up. it was as if the air suddenly turned cold. you were freezing. you were scared. you were embarrassed. you were in such a compromising position. your legs spread wide, your body leaned back.

she stood right in front of you. not too far that you can’t feel her warmth, but far enough so that she can study your entirety.

her arms were crossed, and she looked at you as if she was a teacher who had just caught you smoking. except she is a teacher and she just caught you having sex with another teacher.

“you know what?” she says, inching closer and closer to you. “i thought the only person i had to worry about was peter.” she narrows her eyes, tilting her head, and the small grin that formed her lips made you rethink everything. “but i can’t do anything to peter. peter’s a nice kid.” she stopped when she was in between your legs with absolutely no space left between her and the desk. you wanted to cry. you were shaking. but she didn’t care. she cupped your pussy with a harsh slap, and pressed so pleasurably hard on your clit. “but now i know you’ll throw yourself to just absolutely anybody, so maybe i should do a better job at keeping you away from everyone, yeah?”

you didn’t know it was humanly possible to flip you and handle you the way she did. in just a split second, she had you laid down on your stomach, legs spread wide and hanging from her desk, and your dress scrunched up to expose your ass.

you were breathing heavily. every and any ounce of courage was stripped off from your body. it’s like she’d completely made you weak, she’d completely made you nothing but something for her to play with.

“i don’t even know what to do with you anymore…” she whispers, harshly grabbing the back of your neck and pushing it harder against the wooden surface.

“you can’t do anything to me…”

“are you sure about that?”

you could feel the bulge in her trousers, how massive it is despite of the space between your bodies. she lightly laid a hand on your covered ass, soothing over it with her soft touch.

you knew what’s about to happen. you knew. and never in a million years did you think something like that would turn you on. you didn’t think it was something that would form a wet patch on your underwear, or tie knots inside your stomach.

you wanted it, you wanted it more and more especially when you’ve heard her undo her belt. but you have to stand by your pride. your dignity. you’re not going to let her ruin you and lead you on so she can choose her wife over you again. you’re not going back to the heartbroken little girl who was chasing after her, knocking on her door, begging her to take you back.

“no…” you resisted, but that only made her push you harder against the surface of her desk. “mrs. romanoff, you have to stop.”

she laughs, almost frustratingly. “god…” she says. “don’t say that as if it doesn’t turn you on.” she pressed her body on yours, gripping your thigh so hard that you can feel her nails going through your skin. “you shouldn’t tell me what to do."

it was pain beyond what you expected. tears seeped through your eyes when she landed a harsh slap on your ass. it hurts so bad that you couldn’t help but cry. cry out of pain. and what scared you, is that… you were crying out of pleasure too. you were crying out of longing. out of want for more of it.

but nonetheless, you stood your ground. "you have a wife! think about wanda… please."

you didn’t care about wanda.

and regardless of how many times you lie and say that you do, you knew under all this pride was just you wanting to hear her say it. under all the resistance was you baiting her to tell you she wants you.

she landed another harsh slap. and another. and another. and by what you counted was the 15th, you were heaving, crying, whimpering. your forehead was resting on top of the desk, you hands holding its edge. she didn’t say anything, she just hurt you. and hurt you. until you were begging her to stop.

"you didn’t like it, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice an angelic whisper while she soothes over you reddened ass.

you did like it. you liked it so much you can feel yourself dripping. you wanted to buck your hip, grind on something. but you resisted. you need to know she wants you before you show her how much you want her. it’s what you owe yourself after this.

you yelped when you felt her tug on your hair so your head is raised up. she clung her belt around your neck, pushing the end through the buckle and fastening it tight around your neck.

and like a dog, she tugs on it so she’s pulling you back. her body was pressing against yours, all her weight on you. you could feel her breath against your skin, you can feel her scent overtaking every ounce of reason in your mind. but you resisted nonetheless. you resisted her hold on you. you pulled on the belt by lowering your head, but she was quick to tug it back, wrapping her other hand on your neck.

“you don’t have to worry about wanda, dear.” she whispered. “you didn’t when you let me fuck you in the closet while she’s sleeping.”

“back then you wanted me…"

she stops. and for a moment you felt your heart crack at the thought of her stopping simply because she couldn’t tell you she wanted you. but then she chuckles when she got off of you.

"aww…” she coos. loosening her grip on both your neck and the belt. “is that all my dumb baby wants to hear?"

she pulled you by the shoulders, gently, turning you around and carrying you up the desk so your sitting on it with your legs spread wide for her. "listen to me,” she says, a hand holding your waist. her nose trailed from your ear, down to your neck, and then your collarbone. she was smelling you, she was feeling your warmth, she was getting drunk on your scent.

she tugged on the belt so you gave her more access to your neck. you closed your eyes. you know at any moment you’re bound to break. you’ll be begging her to take you like the little slut that you are. you just want to hear her say it. please, natasha. say you want me.

your eyes popped wide open when you felt some cold metal trailing your thigh. from the top, slowly making it’s way to your knee. you already knew what it was. if there’s anything natasha never lets herself without, it’s her gun, and her knife. she was playing with a knife.

“natasha…” you whispered, fear imminent from your shaking voice.

“darling,” she looks at you, her face not even an inch away from you. “you would be afraid of me if i told you what i did to every single person who even looked in your direction."

you tried to calm yourself down despite of the sharp blade that continued to soothe against your skin. you stopped your heaving, you steadied your thinking. you showed her that you can take it. you can take her. you can take all of her.

"i will never be afraid of you…” you whispered.

“is that so?” her eyes narrow in challenge.

you almost screamed in pain, gasping for air when she suddenly drew a deep cut on your inner thigh. tears streamed down your face as you saw the blood drip from your skin to the part of your dress you were sitting on.

“you should…” she whispers almost inaudibly. “i drove away every single man, every single person to even think about you.” she says, drawing another cut parallel to the one she’d already done. you can only let your nails bury deep on the skin of your leg, holding on to it, hoping to numb the pain from your thigh by inflicting more on your leg. “i have done unspeakable things to any person who even dared come your way. so to say i want you?…” and finally, she drew the last cut that connected the two lines together, a diagonal cut to spell her first initial. “would be an understatement."

you closed your eyes. "fuck me…” you whisper.

“say that again, darling.”

“please, fuck me… mommy.”

suddenly, she was pulling the belt firm so your head stays close, and your lips on hers as she completely devours it. her tongue explored every inch of your mouth the same way she let her 2 fingers explore every untouched crevice of your pussy.

your hips bucked against her hand. you tried every possible way to grind against her hand, to meet the rhythm of her slow torturing pace. you wanted to cry. you wanted to feel her. you wanted to feel her in every part, every inch of your insides until you become so accustomed to it you can’t live without her inside you.

you wanted her in every part of you, you can’t help but cry especially when she tugged even harder on the belt signaling you to stay still. “stay down,” she growled. “stay down.”

you couldn’t tell which one were whines, or moans, or cries. all you know was that they kept coming and she was just so eagerly swallowing them into the kiss. when her fingers leave your aching hole, you couldn’t help but pull away from the kiss so you can look her in the eyes, “no…” you frowned.

you looked like a kid, filled with disappointment, and tears, and desperation. she loved it so much. she loved knowing that after all these years, she still has the same effect on you as you have on her. she loved knowing that you’re so weak for her. she loves the power of knowing that you’ll always always beg for her even if she hurts you multiple times. she’s your drug. and you’re her obsession.

she hid the amusement, the grin, behind a raised eyebrow and what an awful and condescending gaze. “you want to be fucked so hard don’t you?” she says, trailing one hand from your neck down to your stomach, undoing the buttons of your button down dress as she does so.

“only by you, mommy…”

you gasped when the cold steel hits your skin again. this time, it was trailing against your skin. from your knee and slowly up the inner of your thighs. you froze when you realized its path towards the part that ached the most.

you closed your eyes but natasha was quick to grab your jaw and press the blood stained knife harder against your skin. “now, i hardly believe that…” you can hear the restraint in her voice, the anger badly disguised as composure. her eyes backed that up. her eyes were dark. so dark you could hardly make up the green in it. it was an entirely different color. “haven’t i seen you grinding against rogers just a moment ago?”

the fear can not overcome the pleasure. the adrenaline. the lust, the desire, the want. you weren’t sane enough to stay quiet. so in a moment of confidence, you looked at her with narrowed eyes and almost a teasing smile. you took her face between your hands and pulled her closer so your noses are just so close to touching. “what are you going to do about it?”

something flared behind her eyes. challenge. something one should never do is challenge natasha romanoff. and with that very knowledge, you did it anyway.

your hands found balance on either end of the table when she suddenly pushed you down, pulling your legs towards her so your upper body lays completely flat on the table, and your legs are wrapped around her.

“the moment you step out of this classroom, everyone should know how much of a little slut you are for your professor, yeah?” she says, pressing a hand on your stomach as her knife continues to trail up your thigh. “i will make sure to ruin you for everyone else.” her grunt accompanied the loud gasp you let out when the knife finally met the fabric of your underwear. you closed your eyes shut, holding onto dear life, tears streaming down the sides of your face in fear.

you restrained your breathing, if you were breathing at all. you felt it make its way up from your hole and up towards your clit. it was slow. so torturously slow that you just wanted to get it over with. and maybe it was natasha being careful. but natasha never needs to be careful. she’s being delicate and gentle under all this anger and aggression. and somehow, that makes the experience of having a knife following the slit of your pussy slightly better.

the relief that washed over you when you felt your underwear snap in two and the knife leave your body felt almost like an orgasm. you were finally able to let your breath go, panting and gasping for the air your deprived yourself of because of fear.

“aww, did that scare my dumb baby?”

you would count that as a near death experience. and having experienced that finally snapped some sense into you. “are you craz–” only to be taken away by natasha whose fingers finally entered your hole without warning, and in the most unforgiving pace thinkable.

“you were saying, lovely?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, releasing an animalistic moan as your hips met her fingers and matched her rhythm as she hits every spot that only she knew of. “ah! oh my god, natasha!” you scream, a string of moans leaving your lips.

“i wish you can see how pretty you look like this…” she whispers, curling her fingers inside you. “but you can’t. no one can. and to think you were just going to show this to rogers…” she said his name with so much disgust. a hand tugs on the belt pulling it tighter almost restricting your airways. “no one can see you like this, do you hear me?”

you were so close to crying as you inch closer to the high you’ve been craving for. “yes…” you cried, trying to grind against her hand harder.

“yes, what?”

“yes mommy!” you cried. “oh god, please mommy, please please please…”

you were losing your mind, chanting pleads for your dear mommy. her lips began kissing your collarbone, trailing wet kisses on occasional bites from your neck down to your stomach. “come on, scream for mommy, slut.”

you were. you were screaming for her. you were screaming her name. you were chanting, and praying to her. you were so close you could already see a faint of the stars, of the heaven you were chasing.

“no.” she pulls out.

her lips leave your body, and her fingers your dripping cunt. you looked at her with what such an amusing, even cute, disappointed face. your lips were pouted and you eyebrows furrowed as you sat up and watched as she slowly walked away.

she sat on a chair in the front row, legs crossed, head tilted, mouth stretched into a small grin. she saw the marks she made on you. the bruises she made on your body. the bleeding cut she marked you with. she loved it. suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment. chills ran through your bare skin as she looked at you as if she was waiting for you to report what was assigned to you in class.

“i want you to touch yourself.” she says. “touch yourself and show me just how much of a little slut you are for mommy, yeah?”

your heart pounded inside of you. hesitation filled your face but nonetheless, you knew only she can give you the pleasure you were after. she was the pleasure you were after. you’re not getting what you want until you give her what she wants.

“come on, darling. don’t be shy. give a little show for momm–”

your eyes widened when the door opened.

and from it comes steve rogers.

when you thought you wanted the ground to eat you whole after you confessed to natasha, you were wrong. because you never wanted to disappear more than you do now. you didn’t even get the chance to cover yourself and you only realized how bare you were when professor rogers nearly met your eyes but quickly turned it to natasha.

“professor rogers is here, dear.” natasha says in the most welcoming tone, extending her arm as an invitation for the man to sit beside her. you could only look at her in disbelief that you were sure she didn’t notice as her eyes were on steve. “why don’t you give my dearest friend, steve, a show he would never forget?”

steve couldn’t bear to look at you. and neither can you on him. so while his eyes remained on the desk you were on, yours remained on natasha. completely frozen and in disbelief. however, natasha ignored that as well as she ignores you in the halls. her grin disappears, “come on. give steve a show.” she said that with drastic pauses in between. so you can only do so much as let your hand trail to your exposed pussy, and touch the nub natasha had only ignored thus far.

you closed your eyes as you felt tears coming. you laid down, avoiding every chance that they can to see your face, and the pleasure touching yourself gives you. you opened your legs further to give yourself better access, and then you start rubbing on your swollen clit.

the loud moan you let out at the first contact your hand made with your nub made you want to hide in embarrassment, but of course, that feeling was quickly overtaken by pleasure, even bucking your hips to meet your hand.

within a minute, you were a moaning mess, your hips raising and almost grinding against your own hand. “oh my fucking god…” you moan. “ah! god, mmmm…”

you could hear professor rogers grunting. even clearing his throat from time to time. you were in display, an object for them to get off on, but you didn’t care.

“oh my god! i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…”

you quickened your pace, almost crying out when you’ve finally reached your high.

but no cry, or no animalistic moan from you can hide the loud bang that made you sit up.

natasha was already walking towards you. getting hold of both your legs as she went around the table, you spinning around as she moved, so now you’re facing the whiteboard. you weren’t able to get a look at her because she suddenly flipped you. she handled you so easily, it made you throb despite having just cum.

you hear ruffles from behind you, and then she pulls the belt. that completely restricted your airways as it tightened around your neck, and when she pulls you so your head was up, something entered you. she finally entered you. she bottomed out without letting you adjust, already setting a fast pace.

the immense pleasure from the way she’s hitting you was able to hide the fear, and the shock, and even the tears from seeing the lifeless body of professor rogers that’s sitting on the chair right beside where natasha was. you wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to forget the sight of him, blood splattered on him, and dripping from the hole in his temple. but natasha pressed her body on you, reaching over your front as she pounded your back. and when you felt something warm rub on your clit, something warm, and metal, and almost wet with what you hope isn’t the liquid that’s oozing out of the body in front of you, you knew you couldn’t close your eyes.

the sight of a freshly dead body in front of you should take you out of the mood. but it didn’t. it scared you that it didn’t. it scared you that it made you throb. that seeing it made you moan, and want more from natasha. “oh my god… ngh…” you couldn’t contain it. you can only keep so much in. the fact that you weren’t chanting her name. that you had to actively stop yourself from chanting her name as respect to the dead body in front of you. it scared you.

“see, this is what happens when someone touches what’s mine… do you understand me?” she growls in your ear. pulling you further back so her lips can be closer to your ear.

“i’m not yours…”

she killed someone. and while you’ve always known she was capable of such a thing, it was only right for you to hate her. you have to hate her. “oh? but you are, dear.”

you moaned again. and again. she angled her hips in the way she knew would take the most out of you. you were so lost in the pleasure, but the dead body in front of you kept you even the tiniest bit sane. “you’re–ugh–married. you belong to someone else.”

you were grinding against her. it took you everything in your power to not grind against her.

“i’m finalizing my divorce. i had to resist you until i’m free, but goddamn…” she grunted. “i had to transfer you out of my class so i can be with you. but apparently you just used that opportunity to be a whore. i just had to remind my little whore who she belongs to…”

you were cumming. you were so close, you were choking on moans despite of how much you tried to resist them. “you murdered someone…” you said weakly. she’s going through a divorce, but she killed someone.

“haven’t i before? for you?” she reminds you, following up her words of how much you’d hate her if you knew what she did to everyone who ever did so much as look in your direction. “and i will kill again if it means keeping what’s mine, mine…”

you breathed out. letting go. “oh… god…” you screamed, closing your eyes and gripping harder against the end of the table.

she got a divorce for you.

she killed for you.

“now, remind me who you belong to again, peach?”

it’s only right. you owed her this.

“you…”

you have to be hers. that way you can protect the lives of the people around you. right?

“who?” she tugs harder, completely blocking your air flow. you were crying, you were chanting, you were praying, you were begging. you were using up every last breath in your body to worship the closest being to god.

you have to be hers. you can’t be anyone else’s.

“you mommy!” you cried, exploding in ecstasy as you’d finally reached the stars.

you were already hers. you had always been hers. you will only ever be hers.

“good girl.”

you’ll never say it out loud, but you want her to kill every man to ever even walk close to you. and you want her to fuck you as she does so.

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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Okay but imagine this Natasha with this Wanda 👀

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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me: *tries to write smut*

*start a tiny plot for the smut to make it more exciting*

*gets way to involved in the plot*

*writes two thousand words of a plot that leads to the smut but is unable to actually write the smut*

*ends up with two thousand words of sexual tension that leads no where*

#i want to die #yes i have adhd #i currently have three fics in my files that apply to the scenario #get me out of here

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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No because let’s be honest civil war is just the story of a guy who’s ex boyfriend comes back and he choses his ex over his current boyfriend. I will not be developing that thought.

#mcu #civil war #avengers #steve rogers #stucky #tony stark #stony #bucky barnes

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I knew exile x anyone would be no good for my mental health.

i was right 🤠🤠

exile; w. maximoff

pairing; wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary; based on the song 'exile' by taylor swift.

warnings; angst.

wanda watched you from afar, across the bar. this was it. the first time she's since you since... well, since the breakup. you were laughing at some guys joke. his arms wrapped loosely around your hips. he looked at you just like she did. you looked at him like how you used to look at her. he was just an understudy. an actor. playing a part for you.

I can see you standing, honey

with his arms around your body

laughin' but the jokes not funny at all

flashbacks hit the woman, like never before. you had been panicking, packing your stuff up quickly as you screamed at wanda. wanda had just ignored you, watching the clock tick by. you had left exactly when the clock hit 5 minutes since you started.

and it took you five whole minutes

to pack us up and leave me with it

wanda adverted her eyes from you lovingly staring at your new lover across the room, and to the television. tears had threatened to fall from her eyes. she thought of past relationships, people that she's lost. and to her surprise, they've all ended the same.

holdin' all this love out here in the hall

I think I've seen this film before

and I didn't like the ending

she left the bar, no warning to her other friends and got into the driver seat if her car. she started to sob, leaning her head against the wheel. wanda stared at it, before punching the horn. wanda wanted to punch that guy, for taking you away. he doesn't love you, she could tell. wanda let it go though, there was nothing to defend anymore.

you're not my homeland anymore

so what am I defending now?

you were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

you had noticed wanda almost immediately. standing at the bar, just looking at you. her eyes were on the boy you were with, just staring. she knew something. you knew that look within her. she wanted to hit him, break things for you.

I can see you starin', honey

like he's just your understudy

like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

it'd happen once, wanda beating the shit out of someone for looking at you with the slightest lust. the two of you would go home, and you'd scream. all she'd do was beg for more chances, it wouldn't happen again. but in your mistakes, you gave them to her.

second, third, and hundredth chances

balancin' on breaking branches

those eyes add insult to injury

you watched as wanda walked out, something she'd do so many times in your last relationship with her. it's all it was with wanda, repeats. but to wanda's words, you were just a problem to her. it's what you always were.

I think I've seen this film before

and I didn't like the ending.

I'm not your problem anymore

so who am I offending now?

you were my crown, now I'm in exile, seeing you out

as you packed up your stuff, yelling at wanda that this was it, this was the last time you'd put up with her. but she didn't even beg. when did she ever beg for you to stay? never. you threw your bag over your shoulder and left out the side door.

I think I've seen this film before

so I'm leaving out the side door

the second you stepped into your lonely apartment was the same second wanda stumbled into her own. wanda cried endless tears. she was counting them, but there was so many she had lost track. why were she crying? wand a didn't even know. you and wanda's relationship was a red flag, always like walking on a tightrope.

"Baby, hear me out! please." Wanda sobbed. it was the last dayyou were together. you watched her, not even letting her talk. wanda thought you left her without a warning. just... gone.

but unbeknownst to wanda you had. all the times she just didn't listen to you. "wanda, this needs to stop. otherwise I... I can't be with you."

"Wanda, I've told you before! stop!"

"Wanda, this is the last chance. please."

so step right out, there is no amount

of crying I can do for you

all this time

we always walked a very thin line

you didn't even hear me out. (didn't even hear me out)

you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

all this time

wanda, even with being able to read minds, never learned to read yours. you were unreadable. you had asked her politely to stop trying, but you couldn't. with this issue, she didn't know how to make it better. You wouldn't just give her a sign. Or, Wanda didn't see them.

I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind)

I couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around)

'cause you never gave a warning sign. (I gave so many signs)

so many signs, so many signs.

You didn't even see the signs

wanda stared at her own tv, numb. a movie played, one you and her had watched together. she hated this movie. hated, hated, hated. "wanda, c'mon get up! she wasn't worth it." peitro yelled. Wanda went to defend you, but she stopped herself.

I think I've seen this film before

and I didn't like the ending

you're not my homeland anymore

so what am I defending now?

you were my town, now I'm in exile, seeing you out

I think I've seen this film before

so I'm leavin' out the side door

so step right out, there is no amount

of crying I can do for you

all this time

we always walked a very thin line

you didn't even hear me out (didn't even hear me out)

you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

all this time

your newfound boyfriend held you right as you cried. cried so many tears for your now ex-girlfriend. why was it so hard to get over her? you had just wished she saw the signs. saw the signs that led to the descruction. you wished and you wished she could read your mind. just so she could make things better. you wished she could've been healthy. you wished... you wished you were her town again, but it was no luck anymore. you were just in exile.

I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind)

I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around)

'cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

you never gave a warning sign (all this time)

(so many times) I never learned to read your mind

(so many signs) I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around)

'cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

you never gave a warning sign

Ah, ah

#stab me why don’t you

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The drunk chick and the subway girl part 4

Summary: You and Natasha finally talk things out and you think about your wedding day.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mention of toxic parents, couple fight, curse words.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This will be a five part story and ill try to post the last part sometime soon but I've got covid so I'm no sure it's gonna be possible, i promise i'll do my best. This should ease some of the angst from the first chapters i hope 😭 but yeah i hope y'all like it :))

part one, two three

It was late when you arrived at your shared apartment with the redhead. She usually came home around that time, so you nervously pressed your key in the lock and opened the door. All the lights were off. She wasn’t home. Making your way through the apartment, you noticed a note on the counter.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I have a meeting tonight, I’ll try to cancel and come home as early as I can so we can talk, I’ll make it up to you, I love you detka. -Nat <3”

Reading the note, you let out a long sigh of relief. She still loved you and she wanted to talk to you about it. It was gonna be okay. Right?

You sat on the couch and put on your favorite movie, if you were going to spend the rest of the night fighting with your wife for your marriage, might as well do something fun in the meantime. Except that you couldn’t seem to give more than ten second of attention to the screen. You kept glancing at the door, nervously waiting for your wife to come home. Your anxiety growing with each passing minutes, constantly wondering what you would say. Your entire body was fidgeting and when the credit scene started, you realized that you had been one the edge like that for almost 2 two hours.

It was already 9pm and she still wasn’t back. She has a meeting, it’s okay she’ll be there soon. Relax. And then your mind went back to yesterday’s fight. What if the reason she wasn’t there is because she was out cheating on you? What if she is seeing someone else and that’s what she wants to talk to you about? What if she wanted to talk about divorce? Oh god… You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to stop your mind from rambling. You opened your fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, and started making pasta. You put on your playlist and tried to distract yourself, focusing on the cooking as much as you could.

You didn’t hear her come in, too lost in your thoughts and the music but as you turned to drain the pasta water you saw her, standing in the doorframe with a bouquet of yellow and orange lilies. You froze. You had so much to tell her, so much anger from the past months but also so much love, you didn’t know what to do. You had spent the better part of the last four hours trying to figure out what you were going to say but seeing her there with the flowers, all the speeches you had, all the anxiety, everything just went right out the window. Luckily, she spoke first.

“Listen Y/N, I know you’re mad and you have every right to be, and you can yell at me all the horrible things you want after, I just have to say two things first.” You nodded and she continued.

“One, I didn’t cheat on you. I would never. All those nights that I didn’t come home, I was alone in my office working and avoiding our problems, but I didn’t cheat on you. I would never.” You tried to talk but she just raised a finger at you. “No, wait. Please let me finish I prepared this whole thing and I’m afraid I’m not gonna be able to say it if you interrupt me.” You closed your mouth and let her finish. She took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Secondly, I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you lately and that things have been degrading between us, but I want that to change, I promise to stop running away. And if you let me, I want us to face it together because I love you so much, you are the love of my life and I still mean what I said when I proposed to you, life without you is something I never want to have to experience.”

“You didn’t cheat on me?”

“No.”

“You still love me?”

“Yes.”

“You brought me a bouquet of yellow and orange lilies?”

“Yes.” She said while putting them down on the kitchen table with a small smile.

You put down, the pot of pasta that you had been holding throughout the whole thing and ran over her. You put your arms around her neck and pulled her in for a hug. She instantly hugged you back and put her arms around your waist.

“I’m still mad at you” you mumbled in her hear.

“I know.” She said, still holding you tightly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

It felt good to be so close to her again and you didn’t want the moment to end but you still had things you wanted to talk about and tell her.

“I missed you.” You sadly admitted, pulling away from the hug but keeping your hands around her neck. “Thank you for the flowers Nat, they’re lovely.” You whispered before going over the cabinet to grab a vase.

“They’re your favorites.”

“They are.” You agreed absentmindedly while arranging the bouquet with a smile.

Ten Years ago

“God” you muttered while angrily walking towards the table to arrange the flowers. “This is all wrong the lilies aren’t supposed to be like! This the flower arrangement is all wrong! This is a disaster!” You had spent month looking for the perfect bouquet, you had eventually settled on lilies because they were your favorites and had picked the colors because of their meaning. The orange was a symbol of energy, warmth, confidence, and honor while the yellow represented happiness and joy and love.

“Detka, the flowers are fine stop projecting the stress of the wedding on to them, the florist did the exact arrangement you wanted. It’s alright.” Nat sneaked an arm around your waist from behind and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Natasha what are you doing here! We aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding! It’s bad luck” Truth be told, you were completely freaking out. You had been planning this wedding for months and now, it was finally here, and nothing seemed to align the way it was supposed to. Sure, you could be a bit of a control freak sometimes and apparently today was one of those days.

“Emma sent me. She said you were freaking out about the decoration and lashing out on every little thing she got here and told me to deal with it cause I’m apparently the only one who could calm you down.” You rolled your eyes at your sister and put your arms around Nat’s neck while she kept talking. “Plus, this whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing is stupid. You look way too good in that dress I’m glad I saw you before hand because I would’ve passed out.”

“First of all, you are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, and I love you but second it’s not stupid, it’s tradition.” You argued, still panicking.

“This whole thing dates back to arranged marriages, they couldn’t see each other before the wedding in fear that one of them would try to run off. So, really? It’s archaic and patriarchal. Now you wanna tell me what all this is really about?” she said, gesturing at you and raising her always perfectly sculpted brow.

“Is this about your parents?” she added more gently. She knew you so well, it was almost annoying.

“My dad’s not here.” You mumbled lowly, looking down with a tear in your eye. You and your mom always had a very complicated relationship and you had cut off contacts with her years ago. But your dad was amazing, he had always been there supporting you through everything and you were very close. But five months prior to you and Natasha’s engagement, he passed away from cancer. Which meant that you had no one to walk you down the aisle and no parent present today. You usually were okay but not having him here today was really harsh, so you lashed out on the decoration to avoid thinking about it. Natasha grabbed your chin gently to make you look at her.

“You’re not alone. I know he was your rock through your entire life, and God I wish he was here baby but you’re not alone. And you’ll never have to be anymore. We will walk down the aisle together. This whole giving away thing is sexist anyway.” God, that woman was perfect. She whipped a tear of your cheek and kissed it before holding you tighter. You were only 23 and had your whole life before you, but you knew that with her, you could accomplish anything and overcome all the shit life would throw at you.

“I love you.” You whispered with a teary laugh while bringing her hand to your lips to kiss her knuckles.

“I love you too.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek again before whispering

“Come on baby go finish your makeup, I’ll see you here in 30 minutes and then we’ll go spend the rest of our lives together.” You let out a chuckle before going back to do your makeup and the last final touches before the wedding. Thirty minutes later you met just the two of you outside your wedding venue and she took your hand and dragged you head first. Never looking back.

After putting the flowers in the vase, you and Natasha had started talking, one thing led to another, you now had been arguing for the better part of an hour. Still standing in the kitchen, yelling at each other.

“Now that’s just not fair Y/N, you can’t blame me for everything wrong in our relationship, I know I’m the one who fucked up. I take responsibility for that, and again, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bailed, but you bailed too!”

“What now???? Are you fucking serious right now? I was there almost every night, not knowing if I was supposed to make dinner for one or two, not knowing where you were- “she cut you off abruptly.

“You weren’t there!! Physically yes, but mentally? It was like talking to a ghost! You weren’t listening to anything half of the time, even when we went out you were numb, somewhere else. You stopped laughing when we watched sit-coms, you stopped writing the little notes every day, you stopped pulling me back to bed Sunday mornings, you stopped showing me you loved me! Every time I tried to bring it up, you’d just roll your eyes and say it wasn’t true and that you love me or you were just tired from work or give some other excuse! So I stayed at the office and started avoiding you because you aren’t you anymore!” Your breath got hitched in your throat at her words. Her eyes were pleading you to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. You were just too stunned to speak. You could see the hurt in her face, and you wanted to say something, anything to make it go away but she was right, and you didn’t know how to take it back, how to make it right.

“I know I messed up Y/N, I really do,” she continued in a softer voice. “But I’m not the only one. And I don’t know what happened and it doesn’t justify me bailing, I don’t know why it all changed, and we don’t have to go back to the way it used to be, but we can’t stay like that because it’s not working for either of us.” She whispered the last part almost shamefully. There was a long pause of silence before either of you spoke again. You were trying to process her words.

“I don’t know what changed either Nat.” You almost sounded defeated, and you paused, trying to find the right words. “We have problems, we’ve had problems for a long time, but we’re not going to save them tonight.” You raised your hand to your forehead to massage your temple and let out a sigh. It was late, you both had a long day, arguing right now was going to lead nowhere, you needed time to think, and she probably did too.

“I think we should go to couple’s therapy,” you blurted out, her face fell a little as if she wasn’t expecting you to say that but after a few second she just looked confused so you continued.

“I’m not ready to give up on our marriage yet and I don’t think I ever will be but you’re right. I fucked up too, I dropped the ball and I’m sorry. I wanna work through our problems with you and I think couple’s therapy could help with that because clearly we haven’t been doing a great job at it alone.” You said the last part with a dry laugh, trying to ease off some tension. Wanda had told you about it today, she and Vision were going since a little after the kids birth because they had trouble managing their relationship while adding two little boys to their relationship and the more you went over the suggestion, the more adapted it felt to your situation.

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

“Yes, I think it’s a good idea.” She agreed and you nodded.

You both went to bed after that, in your shared bed, and when you closed your eyes that night, for the first time in months, you were free, you didn’t know where therapy would lead you, but you had a feeling things were going to be okay for you and Natasha.

#natasha romanoff fluff #avengers #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff angst

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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LMAOOO SIDJDOFJ IM SORRY IM SORRY BUT ANGST IS JUST SO NECESSARY

The drunk chick and the subway girl part 3

A/N: Okay so, I've decided that this would be a 5 chapter story, here's part three I hope y'all like it ! Thank you so much for all the love on the first parts <3 :))

part one part two

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When you went to work that day, the only thing that kept going through your mind was her silence. Why hadn’t she said anything? You had practically accused her of cheating, and she didn’t say anything. One of you had slept on the couch alone for the first time in 10 years of marriage and she didn’t say anything. You spent all day asking yourself why over and over again. Did she stay silent because you were right, and she was out with someone else? Or maybe she just didn’t know what to say? Or maybe even worse, she didn’t love you anymore, so she didn’t want to waste time arguing?

You tried to focus on work and leave your problems at home. You were almost there until ten minutes before your lunch break. All self-control went right out the window and you just started crying uncontrollably in your office. You completely forgot you were supposed to have lunch with your coworker Wanda of course. And when she came to pick you up you were a sobbing mess.

“Oh my god, Y/N, darling, are you okay? What happened??” You looked up at her with red eyes full of tears.

“I think my wife is either cheating on me or about to leave me” you said while breaking in sobs. She came closer and pulled you in a hug. She held you crying for a while. Usually, you would have absolutely cringed at yourself for doing this. But first, you didn’t have it in you to care, second, Wanda was one of the kindest and most understanding people you knew. You met her your first day on the job and she immediately made you feel welcomed. It didn’t take long before your relationship evolved from coworker to friendship.

She listened to you explain what had happened with Nat yesterday and ramble about the issues in your marriage. Truth be told, it had been slowly sinking for a while but neither of you knew what to do about it and it just kept getting worse and worse. Until last night, when it all blew up in both your faces. You used to leave her notes before going to work and this morning, for the first time in a very long time, you hadn’t. At first the notes were to remind her you loved her or other cheesy things, they were sweet and loving, but as time went by, they just became a way for you to inform her of stuff like Buy eggs or I’m having dinner with my siblings tonight don’t wait up.

Everything had just become boring and all the magic from the beginning was gone. You didn’t fight, you were just two people living in the same house. Everything was part of a routine that had been going on so long that neither of you knew how to live without. Even sex, when there was any, was part of the routine, not out of envy or want. And then Natasha started coming home later in the evenings with no warnings, and little things here and there were lost, and things hit their pinnacle last night. So here you were, crying in your office, spilling everything to Wanda. After a while, you finally stopped shaking in sobs and she pulled back from the hug to put her hands on both of your cheeks, to make you look at her.

“Darling, we’re going to take the afternoon off and go do something fun, and tonight you’re gonna go home and face your wife. You have to tell her how you feel because you’ve been bottling up everything for far too long now.” She said while whipping off your tears. You looked away and nodded weakly.

“It’s going to be okay honey” she said with a voice so full of confidence and comfort that you let yourself believe her for a minute.

“Natasha’s my whole life, I don’t know how to leave without her” you murmured weakly with one last tear falling down your cheek.

“I know darling, I know” she assuredly told you, hugging you again. You stayed like this for a while before pulling back.

“Come on, let’s go grab some lunch and do something fun. You’re in no mood to work and I just don’t wanna so let’s go.”

You went out and had bagels, you talked about your marriages, her kids, you went to see a movie that she had wanted to see for a long time. Around 5pm Wanda had to go pick her boys and you decided to go shopping. You walked around in the mall for a while, alone with your thoughts. You thought about the day you just had. About what you were doing now. And for the first time in a very long time, you felt free. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done something spontaneous. And it struck you. The magic was gone because everything had become a routine. Putting you in this transparent cage of false security. With Nat, everything used to be spontaneous, from your first kiss in a filthy bar, to your first date, even your marriage proposal wasn’t planned. For the first time in years, you had done something unplanned, that you usually wouldn’t do, solely because you wanted to. And you felt free. Out of the cage. You and Natasha had been stuck in the same routine for so long that you lost yourselves in it and forgot to live outside of it and everything in your relationship had become so numb to the point where you hadn’t even asked her why she came home late the first time it happened. Nor the times after that.

Ten years ago

“Nat wait up!” you told her while going through your purse. She was running a few feet ahead of you.

“Hurry detka, we’re going to be late, and Steve is going to kill us!”

“I know, I know but I can’t find my subway card! I gotta buy a ticket! Plus, he was 15 minutes late last time so fuck him to be honest.” You said heading to the machines to go buy a ticket.

“Yeah, alright, I guess that’s only fair.” She conceded and joining you in the line to buy a ticket. You were still going through, looking for your credit card or some change this time when Nat asked.

“Hey, what’s today’s date?”

“Huh, I don’t know December 12th I think why?” you absentmindedly responded.

“Because, the first time you saw me was right there in this train station two years ago.” She said pointing to the spot where you had first seen her. You looked up from your purse with a wide grin and lovey-dovey eyes.

“Back when you were just the subway girl, and I was just a drunk chick.” She smiled at your words and pressed her lips on yours for a sweet but short kiss. The person using the machine before you was done so you got closer and started buying your ticket when out of nowhere you heard her say.

“Marry me.” You turned around, a look of complete disbelief and outer shock plastered on your face.

“What??”

“I said marry me.” She repeated looking at you dead serious.

“Natasha are you out of your mind we don’t even live together!” She grabbed her keys and undid one of them of her key chain and handed it to you.

“Here’s my key you can move in tomorrow, you practically already live there anyways, marry me.” You were staring at her dumbfounded when the guy behind you interrupted.

“Hey, can you guys move along some of us have places to- “

“Dude, we’re kinda in the middle of something here use another machine.” She scolded the guy before turning back to you “Marry me Y/N.”

“You don’t even have a ring! I’m only 23! We can’t get married! That’s crazy!” You tried to reason with her.

“She’s right girl, you can’t propose without a ring, and you need to buy your ticket and get moving!!” the guy behind interrupted again.

“Alright, you, shut up.” She said pointing at him. “You, buy your ticket, I will be right back.” She told you before turning around and leaving towards the kiosk in the middle of the train station. You bought your ticket, still in complete shock and confusion to what had just happened. You left the machine muttering a quiet apology to the guy and saw Natasha standing with a rose and a pink candy ring in the middle of the train station. You made your way to her with your mouth open in shock. She got on one knee.

“I don’t care that we don’t live together, I don’t care that you’re only 23, I don’t care that I don’t have a real ring. For now, this will have to do because I am so in revocably I love with you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. And I don’t want to spend another second in a world where you and I, aren’t going to spend the rest of our life together, I want you to be more than just my girlfriend, I want you to be more than just the drunk chick, I want you to be my fiancée and I want to start planning my life with you because without you, it’s just not worth it.”

“Yes.” You simply said looking at her with a smile.

“Yes?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Yes. A thousand time yes.” At this point the both of you were crying, she got up to put the pink candy on your finger and kiss you, in the middle of a filthy subway station, exactly two years after your first kiss, at the exact same spot you had first saw her.

You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting on the bench of the mall until you noticed the sun going low and you realized you had to go home. On the way back, you made a decision. If she decided to leave you because she didn’t love you anymore or because she was seeing someone else then that was her choice. But you were going to fight. You could live without her, if she left you, you’d find a way to be okay, but you didn’t want to. You both had make mistakes and things needed to change on both parts but if she was willing to fight for it, so were you. You’d swore to spend the rest of your life with her and you wouldn’t throw that at the window if you could help it.

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The drunk chick and the subway girl part 3

A/N: Okay so, I've decided that this would be a 5 chapter story, here's part three I hope y'all like it ! Thank you so much for all the love on the first parts <3 :))

part one part two

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“Oh my god, Y/N, darling, are you okay? What happened??” You looked up at her with red eyes full of tears.

“It’s going to be okay honey” she said with a voice so full of confidence and comfort that you let yourself believe her for a minute.

“Natasha’s my whole life, I don’t know how to leave without her” you murmured weakly with one last tear falling down your cheek.

“I know darling, I know” she assuredly told you, hugging you again. You stayed like this for a while before pulling back.

“Come on, let’s go grab some lunch and do something fun. You’re in no mood to work and I just don’t wanna so let’s go.”

Ten years ago

“Nat wait up!” you told her while going through your purse. She was running a few feet ahead of you.

“Hurry detka, we’re going to be late, and Steve is going to kill us!”

“I know, I know but I can’t find my subway card! I gotta buy a ticket! Plus, he was 15 minutes late last time so fuck him to be honest.” You said heading to the machines to go buy a ticket.

“Hey, what’s today’s date?”

“Huh, I don’t know December 12th I think why?” you absentmindedly responded.

“Marry me.” You turned around, a look of complete disbelief and outer shock plastered on your face.

“What??”

“I said marry me.” She repeated looking at you dead serious.

“Natasha are you out of your mind we don’t even live together!” She grabbed her keys and undid one of them of her key chain and handed it to you.

“Here’s my key you can move in tomorrow, you practically already live there anyways, marry me.” You were staring at her dumbfounded when the guy behind you interrupted.

“Hey, can you guys move along some of us have places to- “

“Dude, we’re kinda in the middle of something here use another machine.” She scolded the guy before turning back to you “Marry me Y/N.”

“You don’t even have a ring! I’m only 23! We can’t get married! That’s crazy!” You tried to reason with her.

“She’s right girl, you can’t propose without a ring, and you need to buy your ticket and get moving!!” the guy behind interrupted again.

“Yes.” You simply said looking at her with a smile.

“Yes?”

Part four

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natswidxw · 3 years ago

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The drunk chick and the subway girl Part 2

A/N: So i ended up editing the first part quite a lot to make it more clear and just better in general but the story doesn't change. I'll definitely make more parts of this. You can read part one here. Feel free to leave your thoughts or feedbacks and thanks for reading xx

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It was almost 11pm when you finally heard her keys in the lock. She had been gone since 8pm this morning, didn’t tell you about any meeting, didn’t text you about any change of plans, nothing. You and Natasha had been married for over ten years and you trusted her. If this had been the first time, you wouldn’t have cared, she probably just forgot to tell you about a meeting right? But it was the second time this week, and you were starting to spend more evenings alone than with her. To make things even worse, today was the 10th year anniversary, and you had spent it all alone, crying, with no text from your wife. You were laying on your side in the dark crying when she came in. She didn’t say anything, assuming you were asleep. She brushed her teeth and started to get ready for bed when she heard you sniffling. She came closer and noticed you were crying. She wrapped an arm around your waist, and you let out a loud sob.

“What’s going on detka? Did something happen?” you could hear the concern in her voice. She genuinely didn’t know why you were crying, and she had forgotten that your wedding was 10 years ago today. You turned around at her words and she could see your tears-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. You clearly had been crying for a while and her words clearly didn’t make it better.

“It’s our anniversary today Natasha.” You saw her face go from worried to apologetic instantly. She didn’t say anything, just avoided your gaze and stared at her hands, guilt written all over her face.

“Are you gonna say anything?” your voice laced with anger and resentment, trying to get a reaction out of her. She looked up at you and you saw tears in the corner of her eyes. You scoffed.

“Right, you’re the one forgetting our anniversary and spending it god knows where with god knows who while I’m alone at home waiting for you but you don’t have anything to say?? Really Nat??” If looks could kill, she probably would be dead by now. After a few minutes of silence, you rolled your eyes and got out of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, we can talk whenever you’re ready.” You told her, a pillow under your arm and left. She still didn’t say anything. What was there even to say ?

Twelve years ago

“Oh my god, Em, look that’s the girl I told you about earlier.” You said pointing to the redhead across the bar. Your sister looked to where you were pointing and asked with a malicious grin

“Wait, which one, the one you went out with last week that was a total bust or the girl with who you made eye contact with in a coffee shop before explaining she was the love of your life and then didn’t get her number or name or anything?”

“Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious” you snarked back rolling your eyes and taking another sip of your drink. “No, the one from the subway, I saw her get in the train while I was waiting for mine she was in the most gorgeous dress and heels. She got in the train and the door closed right after and five dudes with guns were after her and she flipped them off when the train took off with the prettiest snarky smile I have ever seen!”

“And you fell in love right there and want to spend the rest of your life with her, even though she’s probably a thief? Sure sounds like you.” Emma said, not taking you seriously in the slightest.

“Whatever, she was hot as fuck and she’s right over there like out of all the bars in this city? BOOM, same one as us! It’s a sign!” you exclaimed getting super excited.

“Go talk to her then” she said, dead serious.

“AS IF! You’re so funny, I’m way to sober for that, plus she’s with her friends” you kept on rambling excuse for a while not noticing your sister leaving. When she came back, she put four shots of tequila in front of you.

“You’re going to drink those and then get over there and talk to her.” You were about to protest when she shushed you.

“Nope, no arguments, I’m so sick of you telling me about the girls you make eyes contact with in the bus or a coffee shop, you are going to go over there, talk to her, if she rejects you then she rejects you but at least this time, it won’t just be eyes contacts, something will actually happen. Now you drink this and go over there. And I’ll add a shot for each word of protest.” Knowing she wasn’t joking around, and she was going to make you pay those shots, you reluctantly downed them one after the other.

Now, a lot of people could’ve warned you that it was a terrible idea to drink four shots in row, but your sister was far too drunk and so were her friends. Having no instinct of self-preservation whatsoever, you thought it would be a great idea and give you liquid courage. And it sort of did. You went over where she was staying with her friends and talked to her, her name was Natasha, she wasn’t a thief, but those guys were after her cause she punched one of their friends in the balls after he got too handsy with her. You thought that was absolutely awesome to be honest. She asked for your number, which you happily gave her, you let her finish the night with her friends and you went back to your sister’s birthday. So far so good right? Except alcohol always made you super horny, you should’ve seen it coming but once again, no instinct of self-preservation whatsoever. So, when you ran into her in the bathroom, after your shots had completely kicked in and that you had added some drinks on top of that, you had straight up asked her if she wanted to hook up. Probably being really drunk as well, you shared your first kiss in the bathroom of a bar…

When she woke up you were gone, probably off to work, before, you would always leave her a note and made her coffee, before you would have woken up in the same bed as her and she would have heard you get ready. Before, you would’ve pressed a kiss on her forehead before leaving. Before Nat screwed one too many times for you. She had a meeting late tonight so she left a note.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I have a meeting tonight, I’ll try to cancel and come home as early as I can so we can talk, I’ll make it up to you, I love you dekta. -Nat <3”

She left it on the kitchen table and went to work, ignoring the terrifying thought that she had lost you forever. She spent all day replaying your fight in her head, she knows she should’ve said something then, should’ve fought for you to stay with her, apologized, give you an explanation anything but seeing you crying and in tears because of her, she just froze. Incapable of saying anything, to scared to say the wrong thing and lose you, she didn’t say anything and probably lost you by not even trying.

part three

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #avengers #black widow x reader #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff

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