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My Favorite Pet
BDSM Preformer!Fem!Reader! X subby! Wanda
Summary: You've hit your limit when you can't find a partner to click with at work until a new plaything comes along.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, obviously BDSM themes at play, collar leash play, exhibitionism and voyeurism, pet play, pet names (R is referred by W as Mommy, W is referred by R as pet and plaything along with amor) degradation, praise, R uses strap on W, rope play, vibrator use, edge play, aftercare
Word count: 4.5K
A/N: I loved writing this, and I still have more I want to do with this, so if you like it, there could be a part 2 in the future
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Having all eyes on you was something you normally dreaded. You hated knowing that people were looking or staring at you. Normally you’d want to be invisible, but not now; not on stage. Fuck did it feel good to have people watching you get degraded or degrade someone else. To toy and tease, bending to your pleasure. 
You stood above him, cold as you played through your scene; distant. As soon as it ended, you were gone, far away from him and everyone else. Of course, though, he yells after you are trying to get you to stop. You hate it when anyone yells at you, but more specifically, men. 
“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N!?” He asked as you stopped. Everyone around had their eyes on you, and you shook in place. “Well? What the hell was that? There was nothing behind that! No feeling. No emotion! How are we supposed to give them a good show when it’s all fake?” 
You kept walking, ignoring him and his words. It didn’t matter to you anymore. They’re all the same, and none of them are satisfying to you. 
“Fuck this I’m done. Find yourself a new stage partner!” you started running until you went out the back door, out of breath as you fall down. 
How are you supposed to keep this job when you can’t work with anyone here? You can’t do anything else. This is all you're good at. You are not going to go back to being a teacher again. You loved that, but this was on a whole other level of making you happy and paying the bills that’s for sure.
“Y/N/N?” You hear the familiar voice of your best friend, Kate, call out to you. You look up at her, and she realizes the tears in your eyes. “Oh Y/N, what happened?” She sits down next to you, the warm summer night air feeling good on your skin.
“I can’t work with any of them. There’s no feeling behind it and none of them want to work with me if I can’t do that, but I haven’t been able to do that since…” you shake your head trying not to think of bad thoughts, back to your last partner, well your last partner before Kate. You feel her arms wrap around you, pulling you close. 
“Listen to me. She’s nothing. Got it? She’s a shit person, and she doesn’t control you.” You nod slowly, choosing to think of the better times with Kate. You sniffled a bit, and Kate held you tighter. You and Kate had dated for a bit, but you two realized you were better as friends.
“You’ll be okay, let’s go home.” She got up, pulling you up with her. 
You hadn’t been to the club in a week even though the manager keeps calling you to ask if you want to do a performance. You can’t though…nobody wants you as their partner. You can’t put emotions into something that you have no emotion towards. 
You're lying on Kate’s couch with a blanket pulled up to your chin and scrolling on your social media. You've been staying here instead of your house because you didn’t want to be alone. Kate’s wife, Yelena, is pretty amazing, too. The three of you get along really well. She’s at the end of the couch with your feet on her lap as she watches something on TV. Your phone buzzes again, and it’s your manager, Natasha, who is Yelena’s older sister; you sigh and get Yelena’s attention before answering it. 
“Yes Tasha?” you asked, sounding exhausted even to yourself. You shifted onto your back and looked at Lena, who raised an eyebrow. Mouthing ‘Sestra?’ Which you nod to her.
“Can you come tonight? I need you to help out with a new girl. She’s going to be starting tonight. She’s a year younger than you and I think it’d be good for both of you.” You sigh again, not really wanting to go out tonight, especially not there where you have to dress up and put on a show. 
“Domme or sub?” you ask, noticing Yelena’s smirking.
“Sub it seems.” Submissive boys are fun to play with, but girls are always a lot more fun to play with.
“Alright…what time?” you could hear her perk up.
“The usual time. Five to close.” You sigh again. After not being there for a week, you were not looking forward to a nine hour shift.
“I’ll be there, no promises on how good I’ll be.” You let her know and hung up. You closed your eyes, and Lena spoke,
“We going to the club tonight?” Lena wiggled her eyebrows at you. As if doesn’t visit her sister every night or work on the back end of the business with Kate.
“Yeah there’s a new girl they want me to show her the ropes, literally.” you both laugh at the pun as Kate comes in the front door.
“What’s so funny?” She asks setting her keys down in the bowl they keep by the entry way.
“Y/N’s gotta show a new girl the ropes.” Kate’s expression falls.
“You two are idiots.”
“We’re your idiots though~” you say and get up with a smile. “This could end up being a fun evening.” 
You had Kate and Yelena take you back home so you could go choose an outfit. It was simple enough, just a red silk button-up with a black tie and a black button-up vest and some black dress pants as well as a pair of black loafers. You checked yourself over in the mirror and slicked your Y/H/C hair back. 
Your phone vibrates multiple times in a row, and you know it’s Kate. You smile and roll your eyes as you grab your phone. Five new text messages from her. 
“You’re still going right?”
“Don’t make me drag you there!”
“Hey!”
“Answer me!”
“Where are you??”
You type out a message to her, “Yes, I’m going. I’ll be there in five.” You barely get to set your phone down before another reply comes in from her,
“See you there ily <3” You smile at your phone and reply to it before sliding it into your pocket along with my other belongings.
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The club was always so quiet before hours as the three of you made your way inside past Bucky the bouncer who always loved to see you. Familiar faces on you, some happy and others not so much as you made my way to Tasha letting her know to send the new girl to your room and then headed there. Kate and Yelena stayed behind, grabbing a drink from the bartender, Scott.
You were putting the finishing touches on your make-up when there was a knock at your door. “Come in.” you called, when the door opened you looked through your mirror to see probably the most beautiful woman you had ever met, auburn hair, piercing emerald green eyes that you could see from across the room, she wore a short black dress with a red leather crop jacket, she wore knee high ripped stockings, and ankle cuff boots, the make-up around her green eyes was dark and smoky in a way that reminded me of high school.
“Hi you’re Y/N, right?” She asked and fuck she has an accent which is your biggest weakness. You love accents of all kinds and most of them turn you on. 
“Yes that is me. I unfortunately wasn’t told your name, just that you’re new and would be my new partner.” She smiled at you.
“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She told me.
“Wanda...” You tested the name on your lips. “Beautiful.” You smiled and noticed her blush. “Come here.” You beckoned, and she finally stepped in, sauntering over to you. “Spin around.” She does as told, spinning slowly as I looked her over, drinking up every inch of her. “Stop.” you commanded as she faced you again. “Kneel.” She got down without a word of protest, “Such a good girl.” You smirk. “Now tell me, is there anything I should know about you, Wanda?” you ask and she pulls out the forms that everyone has to fill out of their kinks, hard limits, soft limits, and some personal questions mainly about health issues that your play partner should be aware of, allergies, and if you have any STDs. The last question is about safe sex which Wanda takes birth control much like myself. Not that you ever actually do it with the guys.
As far as tastes go, Wanda and you are pretty much on the same page with your likes and dislikes, which makes you smile. “I can work with this.” You tilt her chin up using your fingers. She had been looking at the floor this whole time, “Now for my own personal questions for you, Wanda. Which name do you like better, pet, puppy, kitten, baby, or something else entirely?” You ask her.
“Pet is always a good one for me. I tend to have Doms that tell me what I am, why does it matter which I like best?” She tilts her head to the side so innocently. 
“I want to get the best reaction out of you. The whole performance is you. All eyes on your reactions, and they need to be genuine. No form of play is good if you don’t follow one simple rule.” You tell her, and she tilts her head the opposite way. You lean down slightly, so you're eye level with her. “I may be the Domme, but you are in control of the whole scene. You’re the one who holds control over all of it.” You tell her, and she looks so confused. 
“What are you talking about? I’m not in control at all. You control me. You tie me up, you degrade me, you turn me into a dumb slut because you’ve fucked me until I can’t even think how am I in control?” you bite your lip at the idea of everything she just said to you, soaking it in and remembering it for your performance. 
“Safe word.” You start, “You hold all of the control because you hold the safe word. The thing that will end everything. Make me stop dead in my tracks and make sure you’re okay. Make sure you are safe.” You're looking into the deep emerald eyes, and she’s staring back into my own Y/E/C ones. “You really never had a good Dom who took care of you, did you?” You tilt your head.
“They took care of me in the way that mattered.” She tried defending, but I knew she didn't have a leg to stand on in this aspect.
“Aftercare.” You state simply, and she looks at you with her face contorting in confusion.
“What?”
“Have you ever had aftercare?”
“I...what is that?” Your heart sinks at her response.
“How many Dom/sub relationships have you been in?” 
“Seven.” She swallows hard. Seven BDSM relationships and not one of them took care of this girl?
“Aftercare is what you do when the scene ends. This is where the Dom makes sure that you come back from subspace in a safe way and not crashing back; it can have bad effects on your mental and physical health. I always have my subs tell me what they like best, for me personally when I’m the sub I tend to ask for cuddles and I can just scroll on my phone watching tiktok and YouTube shorts that I can share with my partner. I’ve had subs that ask for cuddles and words of affirmation, I’ve had baths after a scene is done, surprisingly I even had one that just wanted to always go for a walk in the park after.” ypu shrug, “Everyone is different. What is something you think you’d like to do?” You ask, and she thinks for a moment.
“I really enjoy cooking, and I’m always hungry after sex. I’ve always just cooked by myself, making a meal for my Dom.” She confesses.
“Well then, after we finish our performance, you and I can go back to my place, it’s only a few blocks away, and we can cook dinner. Does that sound good?” She blushes and nods. You cup her cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs across her cheeks, loving the feeling of her smooth skin beneath your tips. “I’m going to take care of you, Wanda. We have a long night ahead of us. While others perform until it’s our turn, luckily they saved us for last, we’ll be going around the club and introducing you to our clientele. I’ll introduce you as my pet or plaything. You have no name to them, at least as a sub. Well, even as a Domme, I shouldn’t have a name, but they all know me out there, so they call me by my name.” You let her know, and she’s listening intently. 
“Yes...uh...”
“Miss, Mistress, Master, Sir, Mommy. Whichever you prefer. I love all of them.”
“Yes...Mommy.” you smiled at her, running your fingers through her hair. 
“My good baby.” I haven’t felt like this since her. It's been so long since you thought you'd never feel like this with a partner again. “How about we get you all dressed up,  pretty girl. As much as I love this outfit you’ve chosen. I’d like you in something a little different.” You smirk, and she nods happily, ready and willing to follow. 
You get her dressed in a red lace lingerie set with black accents and roses over it, along with garter belts and a pair of black thigh highs. You get her all fixed up and dolled up. “There’s a pretty girl.” You put your thumb and middle finger on either side of her chin. “I can’t wait to have you screaming later.” You tease as you grab a little lacey red and black collar for her to match that you put on her, a little tag hanging from it that says ‘Property of  Y/N/N’ 
“Y/N/N?” Wanda questions.
“My nickname. It feels more personal than one that has my Domme title. Besides, I have like six that I rotate through. My nickname is always permanent.” You explain, and her biting her lip and blushing doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 
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“Y/N, Miss. Romanoff wants you on stage for a solo.” MJ, Natasha’s ‘assistant’ tells me, you internally and externally groan, rolling your neck. You're about to throw a tantrum when Tasha rounds the corner, giving you her signature look.
“Yeah, no. I’m having none of your attitude after ghosting us for a week. You’ll go up there, and you WILL have a good time. You’ll show your pet just how much fun solos can be. Do I make myself clear? Unless you want a punishment tonight?” Tasha asks, and it just makes you want to groan more. She grabs your face tightly, nails digging in, making you hiss. You aren't in the head space for that as you pull away. 
“Okay Tasha I get it. I’m not in a sub state of mind, so can you lay off.” You bite at her. Tasha was your oldest friend. Older than Kate and who you met in high school. Tasha and you go back to diapers, which is why she puts up with your bullshit at times and other times knowing when you need to be put in your place. Tasha and you have fucked around, you have for years, it was always a good time when you needed to not think for six or more hours.
“Then act like it. I set up your Playlist.” 
“Okay fine. Let’s go, pet.” You tug on the leash that is attached to the collar around her neck. When you get in front of the stage, you turn to Wanda. “Sit.” She sits front and center on the floor. “Good girl. Watch me.” 
“Who’s ready for some good entertainment!?” You call out, you're back to the crowd as they roar back as ‘Hey Look Ma, I Made it’ starts playing, and you're taking over the stage. Suddenly, you're a whole other person. Captivating everyone, locking eyes, you dance and sing around. Next plays ‘Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off’ and you smirk, looking at Wanda as you crawl over to her. So long as you don’t pull her up on the stage it’s still a solo performance. Tasha doesn’t have rules about involving audience members so long as they don’t come on the stage.
You fuck with her almost the whole song as you move around, touching yourself, moaning out as the crowd roars, money finding it’s way to the stage as you practically get yourself off in front of them. As the song crescendos, you feel an orgasm rack through your body as you lock eyes with Wanda, watching her squirm, thighs so tightly pressed against each other, and you smirk at her as your performance ends. Collecting your earnings and bowing as you get off the stage, grabbing Wanda’s leash and pulling her. 
“Let’s go. Now.” You pull her back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you. “Strip. Now.” She seems taken aback by it as you start taking off the little clothes you had left after your performance. She starts doing the same, and once you're both undressed, you push her back onto the bed in your dressing room. Moving yourself between her thighs, which are covered in her juices, you can smell her, and you feel hazy from how good she smells. Without asking you dive right in, letting your tongue swipe over her folds as she moans out, you moan out at how good she tastes, so fucking sweet,
“Ah! M-Mommy!” You flick both your tongue and your eyes up at her. Watching as her face twists in pleasure, expertly working your tongue over her and sucking on her clit. “Please...”
“Please what?” 
“Please fuck me.” you smirk at her words.
“Oh you can do better than that pet. Go on, beg for it.”
“Please Mommy fuck me with your fingers! Please fill me up with your fingers and make me cum until I can’t think!” you do as asked and push two fingers inside making her moan out as she grabs your hair, rutting against your face as you lay your tongue out flat for her to ride against as you pump your fingers in her. “F-Faster..Harder...” She’s whimpering and so you add a third finger making it a little harder to move as her walls clench around your slender digits. 
“Oh good girl, so tight for Mommy. Are you going to cum from Mommy’s fingers?” 
“Yes Mommy!”
“Did you enjoy my performance pet?”
“Yes Mommy!”
“Did you want to touch yourself when you saw me like that?” 
“Yes Mommy! I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to crawl on stage and eat you and please you and...ah...Mommy.” Her words sent fire to your core. 
“Cum.” you tell her and moments later she’s unraveling in front of you. A moaning, whimpering, mewling mess. “Good girl...so good for Mommy.” you lick up what you can off your face, moaning once more at the taste as you move up, brushing your thumb across her bottom lip, “Open.” She opens her mouth allowing your fingers inside as she looks you in the eye, cleaning them. “Mmmm fuck...” you felt that familiar feeling in your chest as your eyes bore into each other, the feelings she was sending through you. You knew what this was and you don’t think you've ever fallen faster.
“More?” you laugh a bit at her request.
“Oh you’ll get plenty during our performance, pretty girl. Don’t worry Mommy’s going to take good care of you.”
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When Wanda stood, she was taller than you, which meant on stage she'd be kept on her knees. You made sure she had on knee pads since we'd be performing for over an hour. 
“Hello out there to all you lovely people! Welcome to the last performance of the night here at The Red Room!” Of course, there were some people making disheartening noises. “Don't you worry my pet and I will make sure that this is a performance you can go home later and think about while you fuck yourselves!” you call out as you get things ready. “Now my pet is new. It is her first performance tonight. Shall I go easy on her?” A roar of no's came from the crowd. “Well I'm glad it's not up to you. I'm going to give her everything she wants and needs. When I'm done with her she's going to be a dumb slut with no thoughts.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth, signaling Wanda to come out, crawling as she makes her way to me. Before your performance you told her to keep her eyes on you unless you told her otherwise. Mostly to help with her nerves. When she got to your legs she nuzzled into them. Yoi ran your fingers through her hair. 
“I'd like everyone to meet my new pet to those who didn't get the opportunity earlier. She's a sweet little plaything, and I'm going to break her so good before your eyes tonight.” You look down at Wanda and smile as you grip her hair, pulling as she mewls. You loved hearing her sounds. She looked up at you, eyes already blown with lust just from the eyes on her. 
You get her up on the bed we have up on the stage. It has this amazing bathroom blanket for any messes that are made, which is amazing. 
“Strip.” She does as told, taking off her lingerie set you put her in, leaving her in only your collar, you smiled down at her. “Tão bonita.(So beautiful)” You speak in Portuguese, which throws her off momentarily, not knowing what you've said to her. 
You grab the ropes and start tying her up expertly. Doing your signature pentagram harness, whispering as you tighten the ropes down her arms, “Are you comfortable?” 
“Yes Mommy.” You smile and kiss her neck, nibbling and making sure you mark her up. She's yours. No one else is taking her from you.
You have her kneeling for you, back arched perfectly as the vibrator sits against her clit and you pound into her with your 8 inch strap. “Who are you?” you ask, grabbing her hair, pulling her against your chest. 
“Mommy’s dumb little cock slut!” She cries out. You’ve been edging her for just about an hour. Every time she's come close you stop everything and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. All the makeup she's put on is ruined and staining her cheeks from the tears in her eyes. “You look so cute when you cry, amor.” 
“M-Mommy please…can't take n’more. Cum Mommy?” She was begging and mewling as you left marks over her back. You push all 8 inches back inside, bottoming out as you push her face down into the mattress. 
“My fucking slut wants to cum?” you ask.
“Yes! Yes, Mommy! Please! Please, Mommy! Wan’cum on Mommy's cock!”
“Go on slut. Cum all over my cock.” Wanda cums on your command, shaking intensely as she squeezes so tight it's hard to move, but the friction is enough to get you off. “F-fuck!” you moan out as you bottom out inside her and rutt against her as she collapses beneath you. Completely engulfed in subspace as I slowly pull out of her. 
“Thank you, everyone. I hope you enjoyed my pet's first performance and any further tips are always appreciated.” You say with a bow as various customers and clients leave us tips on the stage. You leave Steve, who cleans up the stage between performances to clean it up as you untie Wanda, the rope marks deep in her skin, more marks from me. You toss aside the strap after the curtain has closed and pick Wanda up. She's taller than you, but you're strong enough to do this much as you take her back to your dressing room. Laying her down on your bed as you grab comfy clothes of sweatpants and a baggy shirt for her. Throwing leggings and a sweatshirt on yourself, not bothering with anything else for us besides shoes. “Let's go to my house, amor. Can you walk?” You ask, and she nods, but almost falls when she tries to stand on her own. “I've got you. Come on, let's go get you that aftercare.” You have your arm around her waist as you walk out.
You set Wanda up on your countertop as she figured out a recipe to make and you counted out your tips dividing it in half.
“Here you go, amor. Your half.” You hand it to her, 
“How much is it?” She asks, eyes coming off the screen as she looks at the wad I'm handing her.
“$750. Don't expect it every time. Our performance was new, and people were excited. I've had nights where I only make $50. Either way, though, just remember that there's always tomorrow.” You tell her.
“Y/N?” 
“hmm?” 
“How long have you done this for?” She asks, and you notice how she is now coming back fully as she looks around your penthouse. 
“10 years.” 
“How old are you?”
“28. I've been doing this since I was 18. Natasha and I go way back to being in diapers. Our parents were friends growing up. Tasha is a few years older than me and established the club while I finished up high school. Once I turned 18, she let me join the club.” Wanda nodded, listening.
“How many-”
“Too many. I'd rather not think about that, okay, amor?” You had cut her off. You didn't want to think about past partners. All you wanted was her at this moment. 
You move between her legs, kissing gently over the marks you've left on her neck. “I only want to think about you right now.” You admit against her neck, and you feel her relax.
“I'm okay with that.” You smiled against her neck. 
“How about we make some pasta? I've got a carb craving right now.” you ask, looking up at her. Though I'd be dominant all night, looking up at her from between her legs just felt right. 
“Sounds good to me.” She cupped your cheeks and leaned down, pulling you up so your lips met, and you melted a bit. She was perfect.
The two of you were curled up on your couch watching sitcoms. You had found out they were Wanda's favorites. You were lying down. You were laying on her mainly because she pulled you in this way. “Shhh I wanna hold you.” Had been her response, and you didn't argue with her. Laying here with your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat as she gently scratched my scalp eventually lulled you to sleep.
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Sleepover
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
When Yelena invites you to go home with her for the weekend, you spend some time with Natasha. She finds out you haven’t been with anyone before and offers to be your first
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, innocent reader, oral (R receiving), hot older Natasha
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
When your friend Yelena asked you to go home with her for the weekend, you agreed easily. It sounded like a fun time to spend with her and meet her family and friends back home.
But something else was motivating you too. Her very attractive older sister.
You’ve met Natasha before. She helped move Yelena in along with their parents. The redhead was nice to you that say. You’ve seen her countless more times through the phone while she’s FaceTimed Yelena.
So, there’s no denying you have a crush on her. Especially not when you enter the home and she’s standing in the kitchen with very little clothes on.
“We’re here!” Yelena calls out.
“Good to see you, sestra,” Natasha says, coming to the foyer. “I was just coming in from the pool.” She hugs her sister and kisses her cheek. “And it’s y/n, right?”
“Yeah, it’s nice to see you again,” you say.
Natasha smiles in agreement. It’s nice for her to see you again too. She turns back towards the kitchen and you can’t help but watch her body as she does so. The bikini bottoms she’s wearing leaves you able to see most of her.
“Hey, eyes off,” Yelena snaps at you.
“Sorry,” you reply.
You two go up the stairs and put your bags in Yelena’s room. She gives you a quick tour of the house before you two decide to go get lunch.
“We’re going to the diner, Nat. Do you want anything?” Yelena asks.
“No thanks. But hey, Mama is cooking dinner so eat a lot now,” Natasha says.
“Is she not a good cook?” You ask. Both of the girls chuckle. You’ll take that as a yes.
“Come on.” Yelena pulls you outside to her car.
You listen to the usual music as you drive there. Inside, you find a bustling group of tables and food that smells delicious.
Yelena knows a few people and they call her over to their table. You follow quietly.
“Yelena, you’re back in town!” A boy says excitedly. He stands up to hug her.
“Yes, yes Peter. The life of the party has returned,” Yelena says.
“Welcome back,” a girl speaks up this time. You recognize her from photos. She glances at you. “I’m Wanda.”
“Y/n,” you supply. “I’m Yelena’s roommate.”
The table greets you and you two sit down with them. Yelena orders you way too much food. The conversation is easy to join in on even though the friends have known each other forever.
They tell you about a party later tonight and Yelena says you’ll be there. When you go back to her house, Natasha is dressed in a cropped tank top and blue jean shorts.
“Yelena, malyshka!” Melina greets her. She hugs her even when Yelena protests it.
“My girls back in the same home!” Alexei adds in. He hugs Yelena too.
You politely greet them and ask if they need any help with dinner. They sho you away from the kitchen.
Yelena goes up to her room to change so that leaves you in the dining room with Natasha.
“So, how’s school going?” Nat asks.
“It’s going well. Not as hard as I thought it would be,” you say.
“You must be one smart girl then,” Natasha says.
“I’d like to think so.”
“And how’s Yelena doing? She doesn’t ever have much to say about it all.”
Natasha looks genuinely concerned about her sister.
“Yeah she’s good too. I make her get up for class most days,” you say. That makes Nat chuckle.
“Thank you for looking out for her,” Natasha says. She stands from her seat and places a hand on your shoulder. Her grip is strong as she looks into your eyes. “I owe you. If you need anything, let me know, okay?”
“Oh- okay,” you say. Something about her words seem loaded with meaning.
Yelena comes back downstairs and the rest of the family comes into the dining room. Dinner goes well. You enjoy the banter of the group. Soon, you head off to the party.
It’s fun for a while. You meet some more of Yelena’s friends and have a few drinks. Nothing crazy. But when you’re ready to leave, Yelena has her eyes on taking someone home.
“Yelena, let’s go,” you say. The girl is drunk, you can tell that much.
“Kate is coming with me!” She says. You know they have a history, so you don’t even question it.
“Okay. Come on, lovebirds.”
You get back to the house okay and Yelena runs off with Kate to her bedroom. You figure that leaves you with the couch and no clothes to change into.
You’ve only been sitting on it for a few minutes when Natasha comes down the stairs. She catches sight of you.
“My sister kick you out?” She asks.
“She’s having her own sleepover,” you say with a dry chuckle.
“Brutal,” Nat teases. “Come with me.”
“What?”
She doesn’t reply, but you follow her anyways. Upstairs, she directs you into her bedroom.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch, y/n,” Nat says. She opens her drawers and takes out a shirt and shorts for you. “And you’re not sleeping in those clothes.”
You don’t argue with her. You only go down the hallway and change into the clothes. Natasha likes the way you look in her clothes.
She pulls down the sheets next to her and gestures for you get in. You slip under them, enjoying the feeling of a real bed under you.
“Thank you, Natasha,” you say.
“Of course. Sorry my sister is a shitty host,” Nat says.
You lie back on the pillows. Nat turns to look at you. You hold eye contact with her.
“It’s okay. She’s all tied up in that girl.”
“I know. Surely, someone is all tied up in you too,” Natasha says.
“Nope,” you say dryly.
“No? Why not?” Nat asks.
“It’s just not really happened for me yet,” you admit.
“That’s okay,” Natasha assures you.
“What does it feel like?” You ask. It’s somewhat rhetorical but you also want to know Nat’s answer.
“To be in love? Or to have sex? It’s not the same thing,” Nat says.
“Either.”
“Hm, well what about kissing someone? Have you done that?”
You shake your head and turn away shyly. She reaches her hand out to turn your face back towards her.
“Do you want to?” She asks.
“I- um-“
“We don’t have to,” Nat says. “But I thought maybe this is how I could repay you for looking after my sister.”
“Yes,” you say.
“Yeah?”
“Please yes,” you say.
Natasha smirks and leans in. She stops a couple inches from your lips. Your heart beats so fast in your chest.
She closes the distance and kisses your lips. You barely move, not really knowing what to do or how to kiss her back. But Natasha doesn’t mind. She deepens the kiss.
And you pick up on how to do it quickly. She grins against your lips. Your hands move across her chest to grab her breasts.
“I’m sorry,” you say when she pulls away.
“No, don’t apologize. I’m willing to go as far as you want, y/n,” Natasha says.
“Then keep kissing me,” you say, already feeling addicted to her lips on yours.
Natasha obliges and kisses you again and again and again. Soon, both of your shirts are discarded. Natasha isn’t wearing a bra and the sight of her above you makes you stop in place.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say, admiring her perfect body.
“Thank you, detka,” the Russian falls off her tongue. “Let me show you how beautiful you are too.”
Nat slips your bra off and immediately takes one of your nipples in her mouth. It’s a new sensation. One that you absolutely love. She listens for every sound you make to see what she wants to do more of.
You moan out loudly when she moves her hand down your abdomen and under your shorts. Her hand brushes against your folds and your body jerks in reaction.
“Is this okay?” Natasha asks. Her voice is deep, breathy.
“Yes please, I want you,” you say.
“Okay, baby. Lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you,” Natasha says.
She kisses down your body as she moves to lay between your legs. Your shorts come off along with your panties. You’re self conscious about no one ever seeing you like this before, but you feel better when Natasha dives in.
Nat places kisses around your center and her tongue moves through your folds. She takes her time worshipping you. You try to lean up on your elbows to watch but the pleasure is so strong that you have to stay on your back.
“Fuck Nat. That feels so good,” you say when her thumb brushes over your clit.
“I know, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell me more,” Natasha says. Her voice vibrates against you.
“I want to come for you to Natasha. I want you to be the first person to make me come,” you say.
“Fuck,” Nat mumbles against you. She grinds her own pussy against the bed.
It’s only a few more minutes before you’re getting a feeling like you’re about to come for Natasha.
“I think- Nat- I’m going to- fuck,” you mumble as your hips move erratically.
“Come for me, y/n. You can do it,” Natasha says.
And you do. For the first time, you understand what it feels like to be taken care of.
“So fucking good,” Natasha says as she cleans you up.
She moves up your body and kisses your lips again. Her tongue moves against yours as you continue to get the hang of it.
Natasha lays next to you to catch her breath and let you catch your own. Her hand intertwines with yours.
“That’s what it feels like,” Natasha says.
“Every time?” You ask. You can’t help the grin on your face.
“No, not every time. But when you really like someone, yes.”
“You- um- you like me?”
“Yes, y/n,” Natasha says. “I really like you.”
You whisper a small yes and Natasha chuckles. She kisses your cheek.
“Can I- um-“
“I’d love for you too, but you don’t have to, babe. I’m okay with just pleasing you,” Natasha says.
“No, no. I want you to feel good too.”
“I already do,” Nat says. “But yeah if you want to, go ahead.”
You smile and shift to lay over Natasha. She kisses you deeply before you move down her body.
Natasha helps you please her in all of the ways she likes. By the end of the night, you’re both exhausted but so happy.
You fall asleep in her arms and wake up to the beautiful sight of her sleeping. She wakes up and snuggles further into you.
After a few good morning kisses, you get dressed and go downstairs together. Yelena notices you wearing Nat’s clothes and the two of you sharing secret glances.
But she only smiles. She always knew you two would find your way together.
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Winter Fireflies
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Summary: Despite knowing Natasha for years and dating her for a while now, you're still unaware of when her birthday is. So when Yelena lets it slip, you decide to give her a small surprise.
Authors note: Happy Birthday Natasha! 💖
Authors note 2.0: sorry this is out so late, I got distracted today lmao. Smutty birthday drabble coming later!
Word count: Main Masterlist Nat Masterlist
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   When you walk into the kitchen, you're bummed by the abscence of Natasha. You’ve been trying to track her down since you’d woken up alone in your bed, and had already looked in practicaly every other corner and crevice of the place. Thankfully the kitchen had at least been nice enough to give up Yelena, and you were sure would know her sisters whereabouts.
   “Do you know where Nat is?” you ask, strolling over to the fridge for a much needed bottle of water
   She shrugs, “She spends a lot of time alone on her birthdays”
   You choke on the sip of water you’d just taken, “What did you just say?!”
   “Oh shit” she exclaims, eyes going wide. She knew her older sister liked to keep a lot of things close to her chest, but even she hadn’t seen this coming, “She really didn’t tell you?”
   “No.” you admit, turning your head away from the blonde
   The two of you have been together for little over a year now, and you’ve been friends for nearly five, so the fact that you still had no idea when her birthday was left you feeling more than a bit embarrassed. Because even though nobody else knew either due to Nat having Fury wipe the more personal info from all her files, you thought that the bond the two of you had that helped forge your relationship would have changed matters for you.
   Didn’t she trust you enough by now to let you in? Its not like she hadn’t opened up to you about other things. You knew about most of her experiences in the Red Room, including her massive guilt and her nightmares. You knew about the Ohio mission and her sisterly bond with Yelena. You knew about Dreykov and his abuse. So why was her birthday such an elusive subject?
   Yelenas brows furrow as she registers the multitude of different emotions etched upon her features and though this is her sisters fault for not being open with you, she feels guilty for letting the meaning of the date slip
   “I am sorry, Y/n. I thought you knew”
   You just nod and let the fridge door slam harder than intended, “Not your fault”
   You have half a mind to just turn and head to your room for the day and ignore anyone that came knocking. If your girlfriend wanted space and privacy so badly, then you’d give it to her….but the bigger part of you knew you couldn’t do that to her. Natasha isn’t doing this out of spite or to intentionally hurt you, she just gets a little lost sometimes.
   “Where does she go?”
   “I’m honestly not sure” she answers, afraid she's only dampening your modd “But I know she's always back around dinner”
   You glance at the clock and see that you have about three hours, “Wanna help me with something?”
    She notices the hint of excitement in your eyes and finds herself intrigued, “I would love to.”
    When Natasha had returned to the compound she had expected to find you in the kitchen helping Wanda make dinner, but when she didn’t find you there she imagined that you must still be up in your room. To her confusion however, you aren’t there either, and she feels a twinge of guilt knaw at her chest. She should have told you by now what today was and why it was so hard for her, she knew you’d be understanding. And regardless, should have at the very least have left you a note so you didn’t have to wonder why you’d woken up alone.
   “Sestra(sister)” 
   She spins around in your doorway, “Lena, have you seen Y/n?”
   “Funny, I was asked a very similar question from her this morning”
   The redhead shuts her eyes, “You must think I’m a terrible girlfriend”
   “No” she admits with a shake of her head, “But I do think you are very lucky to have the one that you do.”
   Nats brows furrow, “I agree, but why do I feel that has a hidden meaning?”
   The younger woman shrugs, “I wouldn’t know, but she's in your room”
   Nat nods, and though she's still suspicious she heads off to her room instead. Once there she opens the door and is met with quite the surprise. Right above the doorframe a few streamers are hung, in the corner by her widow is a bundle of different colored balloons, and in the middle of her bed sits you with a couple of boxes.
   “Kotenok(kitten), what is this?” she asks, despite the obvious answer. Afterall, she hadn’t told you so why would you celebrate her even if you did find out todays signifigance
   “Its your birthday” you reply with a smile, “I know its been a while since you celebrated, so I hope this is okay. I didn’t want to go too overboard on decorations and presents, even though you definitely deserve to be spoiled”
   Taken aback by your gesture, she finds herself beginning to get choked up, “I- yeah, yeah. Its more than fine”
   “You sure?” you ask, feeling a bit nervous that you may have overstepped
   “I’m sure.” she responds, walking twords you, “I’m sorry I never told you, I just…I never had this. In the Red Room, special occasions didn’t exist. And in Ohio, everything about them was fake. There wasn’t any real gifts, care or love and I…I didn’t want that again. I didn’t want a giant fake display of affection meant for show. I wanted something truly meant for me, something real”
   You gently cup her face and wipe away the tears that she hadn’t even realized had been forming and slipping down her cheeks, “Well, I can assure you that this is all very real, baby. And all for you”
   She gives you a soft smile, “Yeah?”
   “Yeah” you assure her, gently kissing her lips, “Now come see what I got you”
   Despite her current age, youd think she was a kid again with the dizziness she feels as you lead her over to the bed. You pull over the larger all white box first, and she immediately knows its the kind of box that bakeries have. Her eyes are practically shining with excitement as she looks back at you and you gesture for her to open it.
   Inside she finds a white circular cake thats decorated with running gold icing and intricatly made icing flowers. In the middle is a small plaque wishing her a happy birthday, and in all honesty, if this was all she ever got from now on then she’d be happy.
   “I hope you like sprinkles, I had them put them between cake layers for you.” you ramble, as you were honestly a bit nervous on how shed react to everything
   “I love sprinkles” she says, looking back at you, “And I love the cake. Thank you detka(baby)”
   You practically beam at her, “You're welcome. Now, open this”
   The next item you hand her is also in a box, only this time its black and definetly isn’t from the bakery. If she had to guess, its some form of jewerly. She takes it from you and opens it to reveal elegant golden bands, one for each wrist.
   “I’ve been working on these for a while now, Tony helped design them of course” you explain, “They can do everything your widows bites can. That way, you never have to go undercover, or even to one of Tonys galas, without them again.”
   She honestly hadn’t expected you to have remembered the brief conversation she’d had with you about how, despite practically being a weapon herself and always having a hidden gun or blade on her during undercover ops, she just feels like she’d feel more secure with her most trusted tool.
   “They don’t even look like weapons.”
   You chuckle, “Well, that was kinda the point, so I’m glad to hear that”
   She smiles at you and sets the box down to grab your hand, “Thank you, Y/n. This really has been the best birthday”
   “Don’t thank me yet, we still have one more thing” you tell her, glancing back over at her window to ensure it was dark enough outside
   “Another gift? Detka(baby), you shouldn’t have” 
    You squeeze her hand, “Actually, this ones from Yelena”
    Amused and curious, she follows as you lead her over to the widow and she lets out a soft gasp as she catshes sight of whats just beyond the compound in the woodline. Just on the edge, in a few of the pines, lay stings of light that glow a faint yellow, that flicker on and off in turn. 
   “Forrest stars” 
   Its merely a whisper, but you hear it along with the wonder in her voice. You imagine she must be reliving on of the few good childhood memories she has and you can’t help but wrap one of your arms around her and pull her closer
   “Happy birthday, baby”
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Protective Girlfriend
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Wanda X Reader 18+
Summary: During training, you accidentally get injured. Wanda worries about you but you prove to her you're more than ok.
Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Fingering, Oral, Praise, Dom Wanda/Sub Reader, Praise Kink, Face-sitting, Thigh Riding, Wanda using her magic during Sex, Multiple Orgasms
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W/c- 2.2k
“Hey Detka,” you hear her say before two arms wrap around your waist, a grimace taking over your face at the placement of her hands. “What’s wrong?” she pulls away immediately at your reaction, eyes filled with worry and concern.
“It’s nothing, I just hurt my ribs in training,” you say casually, the concern still very much present on her face. “Pietro was messing around and I-”
“Pietro was what?” her body language changed to anger and protectiveness, her head tilted slightly and you knew straight away that wasn't a good sign. Your hands swiftly grabbed hers, holding them and running your thumbs over the back of her hands in a feeble attempt to calm her down.
“We were in the training room and Pietro was trying to show off to a new SHIELD agent and he accidentally caught my foot while running,” you spoke softly, watching as she listened to what you were telling her, “I fell into the weight rack, catching the bar in my side but I’m ok , I promise.” Her hands slowly left yours, going to the hem of your shirt before slipping under after receiving a nod from you. Her hands were cold as they drifted across your skin, goosebumps rising in her tracks before a hiss left you as her fingers gently pressed into the area. The soft expression on her face immediately hardened at the pained noise that escaped you, her pressing a quick peck to your forehead before turning on her heels, marching straight for the common room. “Wanda!” you tried, following after your girlfriend, “It was an accident!”
You didn’t hear a response as she continued to search for her brother, you quick on her tail. When you reached the living room your eyes widened when you saw Pietro happily sitting on a sofa talking to Yelena, most likely annoying her.
“Pietro Djanjo Maximoff,” Wanda gritted out, everyone else in the room looking over to your girlfriend who was walking towards her brother. His head snapped over at the tone of her voice, panic making his eyes widen as he saw the apologetic look in your eyes. He used his super speed to run behind you, Wanda turning back to you as her twin was now hiding behind you.
“Hey Sestra-”
“You have five seconds to explain why my girlfriend has bruised ribs,” she glares at her brother, magic swirling around her fingers making you move forwards to grab her hands.
“Wanda, look at me love,” your voice is gentle, making her briefly direct her attention to you, gaze instantly softening, “I’m ok, you don’t need to kill your brother.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to kill your brother,” Pietro adds in, yours and Wanda’s head snapping over to the silver haired man to give him a ‘shut up’ look. He cowers away at Wanda’s stare, your hand cupping her cheeks and making her look at you.
“He’s an idiot but he’s still your brother,” you hear a grumble come from him making you chuckle, “It was also all an accident.” Her magic slowly fades away at her fingers as you speak, “So come on, let's go back to our room,” you move closer to whisper in her ear, “And let me show you how fine I am.” You hear her breath hitch slightly at your low voice, cheeks tinted pink as you pull back and grasp her hand to lead her out of the room.
Once you reach your room, you push her against the door, pressing your lips to hers and hands cupping her jaw, bringing her in for a deeper kiss. Her hands remain by the door, clenching into fists as she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you more. You notice straight away, understanding why she’s not touching you and pull back with swollen lips, lust-filled eyes to look at her with a soft smile.
“I. Am. Fine.” you punctuate each word with a kiss, your hands gliding down her body until you reach her hands, bringing them up your body. You place one on your hip, guiding the other to your neck and watch as her eyes darken. “I thought out of everyone you would know how I don’t break easily,” you purr, squeezing down on the hand on your throat. “Don’t you remember when you spanked my ass practically black and blue?” You feel her fingers gradually move along your lower abdomen, rising until she reaches your bra under your shirt. You smirked at the movement, her eyes carefully reading your reactions as you continued to whisper past experiences, “Or that time you had me bent over your desk, tears running down my face as I screamed your name?”
Her lips crashed to yours, hands moving down your body to grab under your thighs so she could pick you up, legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she carried you to the bed. She placed you down ever so gently, carefully climbing on top of you as her lips pressed against yours for a passionate kiss. Your fingers threaded through her hair, scratching down softly on her scalp making her groan into the kiss. Your legs remained wrapped around her waist so you pulled her down into you, her hips pressed into yours making you gasp.
“Fuck,” you sigh out, grinding your hips upwards into hers as you moan softly against her lips. “Please,” her hand goes to the bottom of your shirt, her eyes looking into yours and asking the silent question. When you nod in approval, she pulls the item off you, her eyes admiring the view of you under her. She can see the bruise starting to form on your ribs making her frown.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” she murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth briefly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me Wanda,” you reassure but you can still see the hesitant look in her eye and try to think of a way around it. “If you’re so worried that you’ll hurt me, why don’t you let me take care of you?” you whisper, hands brushing the hairs that had fallen in front of her eyes. You lean up so you can speak sultrily in her ear, “Come on baby, ride my face, let me make you come.”
“Y/n,” she groans out, her eyes darkening as you peer up at her.
“Come on baby, please,” you beg, your hands toying with the bottom of her shirt before pulling it over her head, “I wanna make you come so hard.” You grin when she moves off your body to remove her clothes, her naked body causing a throb between your thighs as she positions herself above your face.
“If you want to stop-”
“Tap your thigh three times,” you finish her sentence, hands roaming the expanse of her thighs as she hovers over your mouth, her arousal glistening in the light. “I’ll be fine love, don’t worry,” you pull her closer, both of you moaning at the contact. Your tongue swipes through her folds, groaning at the taste of her while she moans out at the feeling of your mouth working on her. You move to lick at her clit, switching between small kitten licks and sucking on her clit gently, drawing out as many sinful noises as possible as she starts to squeeze her thighs around your head.
“Fuck, Detka,” her accent is prominent as she sighs out, her hands reaching down to run through your hair, scratching down softly on your scalp. Her grip tightens when you suddenly thrust your tongue into her, moaning into her drenched core as you could feel her walls clenching around you. “Right there,” her head lolling back, eyes closing as she focuses on the feeling of your tongue swirling around inside her. You look up at her, mesmerised at the sight of her; the curves of her hips, her perky breasts that were moving with each roll of her hips against your face, the muscles in her abdomen flexing as her breathing quickened. “Detka, don’t stop,” she groans out as you tilt your head to make it easier to slide your tongue even deeper into her, your hands digging into the soft flesh of her thighs to hold her close as her hips were starting to rut against your face. “I’m gonna-” she cut herself off with a guttural moan, legs tensing around your head and suffocating you slightly. You could feel her coming, her dripping into your mouth as you desperately licked at her, body twitching with aftershocks while she rode out her orgasm.
You tapped on her thigh three times when you felt yourself getting light headed as her legs remained firmly wrapped around your head, her quickly climbing off your face. You took a deep breath and looked at her with a dazed expression, her worry melting away at the large smile on your face as you gazed at her. Wanda swiftly met your mouth for a kiss, groaning at the taste of herself on your tongue while your hands went to her hair.
“Fuck Wands,” you moan out when you feel her magic roaming your body, mouth tugging up into a smirk against your lips as she kissed you. Red tendrils ghosted across your body, rapidly removing the rest of your clothes before hovering over your drenched core.
“Tell me what you want Dekta,” she husked out, tilting her head to kiss along your jaw and mark your neck.
“ You, I need you please,” you whimpered, feeling her magic slowly start to vibrate against your clit. Her hands grabbed your own, pinning them above your head causing another pathetic noise to escape you as you struggled against her grip.
“Need me to what?” her tone was mocking, condescending but it still caused heat to rush through your entire body.
“Make me come,” you pleaded, looking up at her with lust-filled eyes as your hips bucked into the air. “Please, I’ve been good, your good girl,” she straddles one of your thighs, hands firmly pinning yours still and starts to roll her hips against you as her magic increases. The vibrations against your clit have you moaning into her mouth, her mouth greedily swallowing all the wanton noises while she grinds her hips down onto you. You can feel her wetness dripping down your thigh adding to the arousal clouding your mind and desperately try to move your hands. Wanda merely chuckles at you, moving to your ear.
“Stay still Detka or I’ll stop,” she warns, magic slowing the sensations on your clit, your hips twitching on the bed. You still your hands immediately and you feel magic pick up the past, moans tumbling out of your mouth. Your fingers intertwine with hers, tightening in her grasp as your body nears your release, her mouth peppering kisses along your jaw as you tilt your head back.
“Please,” you beg, looking at her with desperate eyes, “I’m so close, please can I come?” Her mouth places a final kiss to your jaw before venturing back to your mouth, ghosting her lips across yours as she smirks at you. You can see how dilated her eyes are as she looks over your face, eyes lingering on your lips then the marks she’s left on your neck.
“You want to come?” she rasps out, her hips still rocking on your thigh while you nod frantically., a grin gracing her lips at your neediness. “Wait for me Detka,” she murmurs before pressing her lips back to yours, swallowing the whimpers and whines. Wanda moves her hips faster along your thigh, her clit brushing perfectly against your toned thigh making her groan into your mouth. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this Detka,” your cheeks flush even more at the praise, “Making me feel so good, so fucking good.” She squeezes your hand back, her hips moving with urgency as she nears her release as well, the magic on your clit in sync with her hip movements. “I’m so close Detka,” she mumbles between sloppy kisses, your mind clouded with her and only her.
“Wanda,” you moan out when her magic has you on edge, not quite letting you fall over yet.
“Come with me,” she sighs out as her hips twitch on your thigh, her magic vibrating against your clit perfectly sending you head first into your orgasm, your body tensing and twitching as a guttural moan escapes you. She buries her face against your neck, still rolling her hips on your leg as she rides out her orgasm, your hips occasionally bucking as her magic slowly fades away. “Good girl,” she soon pants out, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes, chest rising with each ragged breath.
Wanda soon moves off you, a small noise of complaint leaving your lips while she goes to the bathroom to retrieve a cloth to wash you down with. You stay limp in the bed as she cleans you, whispering praise and sweet words to you making you give her a sleepy smile, exhausted from the powerful release.
You feel her climb back into bed soon, her naked body pressed up against yours as you roll onto your side, her perfectly slotting behind you. Her body radiates warmth, her arm wrapping around you and making you feel safe as she pulls you even closer.
“I love you Detka,” she murmurs as you drift off to sleep, the pain of your ribs long forgotten.
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The Family Business Ch.2
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister
Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.
An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.
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True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.
Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.
Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.
Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.
The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.
“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.
“What kind of delivery?”
He smirks, “Special.”
You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.
“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”
Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”
You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”
“The truth often does.”
Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”
“Mr. H.”
You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”
Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “
“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.
The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”
“Why the driver’s seat?”
He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”
While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.
You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.
Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.
She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.
Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.
Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.
“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.
Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later. 
Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.
You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.
“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.
“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”
Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.
“So, what the fuck happened?”
He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”
“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”
“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”
The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.
“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”
Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.
Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.
The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.
Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.
“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”
She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”
There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.
“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.
“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.
“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”
Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.
Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.
“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.
“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”
Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”
Any further pleasantries would have to wait.
“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”
Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”
Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”
This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.
Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”
She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”
Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”
Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.
Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”
“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”
“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.
You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”
Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”
“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”
“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.
You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.
Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”
Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”
“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.
Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”
She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.
“Pietro,” Dragos starts.
“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.
Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”
“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.
“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”
Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”
Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.
“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”
Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.
“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”
The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”
Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”
You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”
A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”
Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”
You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.  
“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”
Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”
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One Luxurious Life
➤ pairing : natasha romanoff x rich!reader (romantic), slight yelena belova x rich!reader (platonic)
➤ summary : nat has a rich girlfriend that spoils her non-stop and yelena chooses it as an opportunity to tease her sister....
➤ warnings : none
➤ a/n : I'll try to update at least once a week for u guys, but I can't promise it lol (part II)
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You weren't just Natasha's girlfriend, according to her sister Yelena. You were Natasha's rich girlfriend; something that Yelena never let her sister forget.
"Got those from your rich girlfriend?" The blonde teased, eyeing Nat's new ear piercings.
"Shut up." Natasha chuckled.
Yes, you were rich and you were also, definitely, spending more money on Natasha than the red head would've liked. But you didn't care. You love her and want to keep her as happy as possible; even if Nat claims that she would've been happy even if you didn't have a lot of money.
"You think I could get her to buy me a new vest?" Yelena asked, as she sat down on the couch in the Avengers Tower.
"You've got your own money, go spend it if you want." Natasha claimed, rolling her eyes at her sister.
"Why spend it if Y/N could get it for me," Yelena shrugged, "A few dollars won't hurt her money account."
"Yelena I won't have you asking my girlfriend if she can get you a vest," Nat said, annoyed, "Go ask Tony if you so desperately want it."
"Won't even do one nice thing for me." Yelena mumbled as she left the living room.
"I can hear you, suka." Nat yelled.
"What did she do this time?" You asked as you entered the room, giving your girlfriend a little peck on the lips.
"She's just being her." Nat muttered.
"Always the same thing, huh?" You chuckled, hugging Nat tightly, "How about we go out for dinner tonight? I found a really nice restaurant." You asked.
"Y/N/N, listen, you don't have to keep spending money for me. I'm just as happy without it." Natasha told you.
"It's fine, Nat, really. I don't mind at all." You smiled against her cheek.
"I'm not gonna be able to convince you, am I?" Nat asked, kissing your temple.
"Nope. So how about that restaurant?"
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Hours later, you two were back at the tower in your room, full from your dinner and content. The king-sized bed you two lay in was warm and comfy, making you two want to fall asleep instantly. Sadly, you wouldn't be able to...
"Sestra! I hear you went to a nice restaurant today?" Yelena accented voice rang through the hallway.
"Oh, goodness gracious, this girl won't ever stop," The red head next to you mumbled, "Get out of here! We're sleeping!"
"What's with her today?" You asked amused.
"You're not sleeping, I can hear you! I won't leave until Y/N takes me out to one of those fancy, expensive dinners as well!"
You looked at your girlfriend and raised an eyebrow, "What now?"
"Yelena, leave or I'll kick you out!" Natasha yelled and you could definitely notice that she was starting to get annoyed - yet again - with her sister's antics.
"Not before I kick you out!"
"Lena, leave us alone tonight and I'll buy you whatever you want tomorrow. We just want some time alone." You yelled through the room.
"Anything?" The said woman asked after a short pause.
"Anything."
"Alright, I'll leave you two alone. But if you're going to have fun, be quiet, some people want to sleep!" You two heard her leave.
"She's got some nerves." Natasha said as she held you tightly to her chest.
"I guess it runs in the family, hm?" You asked playfully, slowly getting tired.
Natasha chuckled shortly, "Shut up."
She continued holding you tightly, forgetting all about her annoying sister who - Nat sometimes got the feeling - just wanted you two to stay together for your money.
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Caught up.
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Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff fem!reader.
A/N: Hey guys, it’s been a while, thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy this new piece and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)
Translations: “Solnyshka.” Sunshine.
“Milaya.” Darling.
“Detka.” Baby.
“Sestra.” Sister.
Word count: 2,452.
Masterlist.
You were lounging in your bed texting your girlfriend when a knock on your door stops you from replying.
“Y/N?” Your mother Melina calls out from the other side of the door.
“Come in,” you say, sitting up in bed as you set your phone to the side, your mom walking into your room.
“Solnyshka, I’m going to step out real quick to get some groceries, it’ll take an hour at the most, did you need anything?” Melina asks.
“No, mama, I’m good,” you smile, “did you want some company?” You ask, wishing to every deity that your mother says no, beaming internally when she shakes her head.
“No, it’s fine milaya, you stay here, I’ll see you in a bit,” Melina says as she turns to walk out of your room.
“Okay mama, be safe!” You exclaim as she shuts your door.
Grabbing your phone immediately, you send a text to Wanda.
“How fast can you make it to my house?” You ask, receiving a response mere seconds later.
“I think in about 25 minutes.”
“I’m home alone.” You text back.
“Be there in 15.”
Is the response you get and you beam giddily.
Getting up from your bed, you go to your bathroom to freshen up, pacing around your room once you’re done as you wait for Wanda, checking the time constantly.
It’s about 20 minutes later when you hear a knock on your door that you descend the stairs hurriedly.
Opening the door to reveal a stunning Wanda, dressed in a simple white shirt and blue jeans.
“That was longer than 15 minutes, love,” you say as you pull Wanda into your house by the hand, locking the door behind her.
“I know, I know, it’s just Pietro was being an idiot and not letting me leave, I had to bribe him so he could let me go,” your girlfriend says as you pull her in by the waist.
“What’d he do now?” You ask with a chuckle and Wanda shakes her head.
“I’ll tell you later,” she says, as she wraps her arms around your neck, leaning up slightly to connect her lips with yours in a passionate kiss.
As you stand in the foyer of your house making out, you push Wanda up against the wall and slot your leg between hers, causing a moan to slip past her lips.
“Oh god, detka,” she moans against your ear, rolling her hips slightly to increase the friction as you kiss her neck, “let’s take this up to your room,” she breathes as you nod, pulling away and leading her up the stairs.
When you make it to your room you and Wanda immediately seek each other out, your hands groping at Wanda’s breasts from outside her shirt.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you whisper as you take the fabric into your hands and pull with desperation, the shirt ripping almost instantly.
“Oh come on, was it absolutely necessary to rip my shirt, detka?” Wanda asks in frustration as she stares at the garment in her hands.
“To get you into bed faster? Yes and I’m sorry if you liked that shirt, but it’s done, now come on, get over here,” you groan in exasperation as you sit on your bed.
“Okay, hold your horses, I’m coming,” Wanda sighs, as she walks towards your dresser to set her shirt down.
“Oh baby, you will be,” you smirk and the brunette rolls her eyes albeit with a smile.
As you watch your girlfriend take a little too long for your liking, you stand up from your bed clad in some shorts and a bra and grab her from behind, turning her around to face you to kiss her passionately.
“God, I missed you,” you whisper against her lips.
“Mmm, I missed you too baby,” Wanda mutters against your lips too, as your hands make their way down to unbutton her jeans. Trying to take them off but pulling away in frustration when you notice they’re a bit tighter than you thought.
“Okay, new rule, when you come over, wear some sweats or something that’s easy to take off, alright? These things are so tight it’s impossible to get them past your hips,” you say with a groan as you finally slide them off Wanda, “don’t get me wrong they do wonders for your ass, but right now we’re limited on time, my mom said she was just getting groceries,” you say as Wanda nods.
“Sure, yeah, okay baby, whatever you say,” the brunette says as she quickly attaches her lips to yours. Slowly guiding you towards your bed.
Once near your bed, Wanda pushes you down softly and you both climb in, your girlfriend straddling you as your hands are placed on Wanda’s ass. Things getting heated rather quickly, when suddenly your door bursts open.
“Hey Y/N! We’re back from- holy shit, I- oh my god, I’m so sorry,” a voice says, causing you and Wanda to pull apart immediately, as you grab a blanket to cover your semi-naked girlfriend.
“Yelena!” You exclaim in surprise, watching as your sister turns around and covers her eyes, “oh god,” you groan in embarrassment, “hey Yel, fuck. Could you uh, give us a second? We’ll be right down,” you rush out as your sister nods her head and walks out of your room, door slamming behind her.
“I’m sorry, did I just hear you say Yelena?” Wanda begins, “as in your sister Yelena?” Wanda states rather than questions.
You wince slightly, “yeah, my sister Yelena,” you say cautiously.
“Damn it, Y/N! This was so not how I wanted to meet one of your siblings! I-I can’t show my face here ever again,” Wanda says as she gets off your bed and begins putting her jeans on, “I’m not even walking out the front door, no, nope. Your room isn't too far off the ground, I’ll just jump out the window,” your girlfriend rambles as she opens your window, “Pietro’s an idiot, if he can do it so can I, I’m definitely more coordinated than he is,” she mumbles to herself.
“Wanda, hey,” you begin, chuckling as you see your girlfriend mumble to herself, debating if she should go out the window, the sight much more humorous as you realize she’s in just her bra and jeans. “Max!” You exclaim, as you approach the brunette and lift her off the ground, pulling her to the middle of your room, “you’re not going out the window. It’s okay,” you say as your girlfriend puts her face in her hands.
“No, it’s not,” Wanda begins, “what if she tells your parents?” The brunette says, paling slightly.
“Babe,” you begin, pulling at her hands and holding them, “babe, relax. If anything she’ll probably tell Nat just to tease me, but they won’t tell my parents, I promise. Plus, I have dirt on them too, so we can get dirty and make it even or we just drop it,” you say, shrugging as if it’s not a big deal.
“But detka, how am I supposed to meet them after this? I mean you literally ripped my shirt, and your sister, she saw me half naked, it’s so embarrassing!” Wanda exclaims in nervousness.
“I’ll lend you a hoodie and I promise, it won’t be that bad,” you say in an effort to comfort your girlfriend.
“You’re so lucky that I like you Romanoff,” your girlfriend grumbles as you hand her a hoodie.
“I like you too,” you beam, smiling widely, pulling Wanda in by the waist as you see her standing in your sweater. “Also, seeing you in my clothes is so hot and if Yelena hadn’t interrupted we’d totally be finishing what we started,” you say, peppering kisses on Wanda’s jaw and neck.
“Baby, stop,” the brunette begins, groaning softly. “What if Yelena comes back to look for us? Or worse what if it’s your parents,” Wanda questions, placing her hands on your shoulders, but making no real effort to push you off.
“I already told Yelena I’m going down so they won’t come up here, we’re good,” you say as you connect your lips to Wanda’s.
As you’re standing in the middle of your room making out with your girlfriend, your hands begin to wander and as your hands firmly squeeze Wanda’s ass the brunette pulls away abruptly as she remembers what happened mere minutes ago, “okay, we really need to stop,” she says, breathing affectedly, “let’s just get down there and get this over with,” Wanda says nervously.
Smiling slightly at your girlfriend’s nervousness you say, “Max, relax, nothing bad is going to happen. We’ve got this,” and Wanda nods, running a hand through her hair to tame it.
Grabbing the brunette’s hand, you give it a light squeeze before descending the stairs and making it to the living room where your family is at.
“Dad!” You exclaim once you’re in front of your father, letting go of Wanda’s hand as you embrace him, your girlfriend standing awkwardly to the side watching the small family reunion. “Yelena,” you smile, walking towards the blonde and hugging her as well. “Natty,” you smirk, embracing your older sister, the redhead whispering something in your ear that has you pulling back immediately, cheeks bright red. “Really Yel, you couldn’t give me five minutes to explain?” You groan, embarrassed by your sister's antics. “Whatever, anyway, guys, this is Wanda Maximoff, my girlfriend. Max, this is my dad Alexei, and my sisters Natasha and Yelena,” you say introducing Wanda with a cheesy smile, hand outstretched towards the brunette to pull her in.
Once near your family Wanda shyly waves introducing herself, “hi, Mr. Romanoff, I’m Wanda, pleasure to finally meet you,” she says, shaking your father’s hand.
“Oh wonderful,” the tall man booms, hands clapping loudly in front of him, “finally a face to the name, my Melina here has told me a lot about you. About the wonderful girl that has stolen my precious baby girl’s heart,” he says and you groan in embarrassment, blush deepening as Wanda looks at you with a beaming smile. “Pleasure to meet you too and please call me Alexei,” your father smiles, Wanda nodding before she moves on to Natasha.
“Hello Natasha, your sister has told me a lot about you, nice to finally meet you,” Wanda smiles, extending her hand once again to shake your sister’s.
“I can see why, the kid idolizes me, I’m the better Romanoff, of course she’s going to brag on my behalf,” the redhead smirks and you roll your eyes as Wanda laughs.
“Dream on red,” you say and Natasha laughs.
“Anyway, nice to meet you Wanda also you can call me Nat,” your older sister smiles as your girlfriend nods, moving down to greet your other sister, “uh, hi Yelena,” Wanda greets, coughing in embarrassment as she sticks her hand out, eyes glancing around in nervousness.
“Wanda,” Yelena responds with a smirk, shaking your girlfriend’s hand.
“So how long have you girls been together? Tell me everything, how did you two meet, have you said I love you, come on, give me all the details, spill,” your father says as he sits on the couch, elbows on his knees as his chin rests on his palms, the sight quite comical causing you to let out a chuckle.
“Well we met at school, we sat next to each other and things started progressing from there, we’ve been dating for 4 months, just a bit before you guys left for Russia,” you say before you are cut off by Yelena whispering.
“Damn, you guys move fast,” causing you to clamp your hand over her mouth as Natasha laughs.
“Uh, you know what dad, I’ll tell you all the details later, us girls are going to catch up real quick,” you say, giving your father no time to actually answer before you’re pulling your sister away.
As you make it to your backyard you pull your hand off Yelena’s mouth and say, “you guys are little shits you know that right?” Your sisters laughing at your exasperated expression.
“I’m sorry sestra, but it’s just so funny seeing you all flustered,” Yelena laughs, “you’re usually so calm and collected, it’s fun to tease you and finally have something against you,” the blonde smirks.
“What? What do you mean calm and collected, what are you even talking about?” You ask, confusion written all over your features.
“Well you know. Remember how we used to pick up girls, you'd get them every time with your game because you’d be so cool about it,” Yelena shrugs and your eyes go wide as your mouth goes agape as you turn to face your slightly angry girlfriend.
“W-what? What, no, I never picked up any girls, Yelena what the hell. Babe I promise, I didn’t pick up any girls,” you tell Wanda as she tilts her head and raises an eyebrow causing your sister to let out a loud laugh.
“No she didn’t, she really didn’t,” Yelena laughs, doubling over slightly, “but oh my god, this is so great, look at her get all weird.”
“Yeah, this is definitely going to be great,” Natasha finally joins in.
“Hey! Start shit Natty and I’ll get you when you’re with Maria and you won’t even know what hit you!” You warn as Wanda looks at all three of you.
“Hey, leave Maria out of this! It’s not my fault you brought your girlfriend here to do the nasty and got caught half naked, do better next time,” Natasha says and Yelena laughs.
“Oh yeah, keep laughing over there Giggles McGee, but when I embarrass you in front of Kate you won’t be thinking this is so funny,” you say, before a full blown argument ensues between you and your sisters.
Causing Wanda to stare at the three of you in shock.
“Okay, hey. Hey! Baby, that’s enough,” Wanda exclaims, causing you and your sisters to stop fighting immediately, “why don’t we get to know each other a bit more, yeah?” The brunette proposes as she sees you chokehold Yelena, while Natasha is on your back doing the same to you, “let’s get to know each other before you kill one another.”
You nod your head, “yeah, okay, I like the sound of that,” you say, letting go of Yelena as Nat jumps off your back, “let’s take a seat and talk,” you say and the women all nod.
“Yeah, yeah that sounds great,” Wanda nods, grabbing your hand.
As you make it to a small seating area in your backyard Yelena turns to look at Wanda with a smirk and says, “oh Wanda, welcome to the family.”
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You Can Be The Boss
Warnings: Smut, g!p Nat, light angst?, pregnancy
Words: 2,782
Summary: You slept with your boss, what happens now?
A/N: who doesn't want CEO Nat yk? Remember to drink water and eat everyone, ily all <3
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You were the assistant to one of the most powerful, and rich CEO in all of New York. Natasha Romanoff.. she was a strict, straightforward type of boss, frankly you didn't quite adore her, you were more scared of her, and you would gladly accept a job offer from anyone else. But you never got any, and this was probably the most paying job you could ever work at.
You step into the elevator, making your way to the top floor to hand Miss Romanoff her daily caffeine. A ding noise follows as you reach to the top floor. Sighing, you knock on her office door. “Come in.” you open the door, avoiding eye contact. “Ah, Miss Y/l/n. What brings you to my office?” you hold up the cup of coffee, placing it on her desk. “Y/n. I have a request– more like an order, really.”
You nod, waiting for her to finish speaking. “I need my assistant, you. For the work event this Friday, clear your schedule, or plans if you had any.” you did, in fact have plans. “I'm so sorry Miss Romanoff but, my friend's out for work on Friday and she asked me to watch her son.” she raised a brow, looking over at you from her desk.
“So? It was an order Miss Y/l/n, I expect you to follow it.” you dryly swallow, “Y-yes I'm sorry it won't happen again.” she watches you for a few more seconds, “Now get out, you have paperwork to do no?” you nod nervously, walking over to the door. “Bye!”
You exit her office, going back down to your floor.
“God I wish she was less m–” the elevator door opens, it's her sister who was pretty much your work best friend. “Yelena!” “Hey sestra, Natasha's still picking on you?” you let out a nervous laugh, “Uh.. no! No– she's fine.” she gives you an assuring smile, “If you need to be saved from her, I'm one call away.” she enters the elevator, as you step out of it. “Bye 'Lena!” she waves goodbye before the elevator doors close.
You take your phone out, calling your friend. “Hey! I'm sorry, but um.. something came up, and I can't watch your son today. I can pay for a sitter if you want?” "No! No, that's okay Y/n.." you hear loud noises from the background, "Put that down! .. I'm so sorry, he's being annoying all day, I have to go, so.. bye—" you turn off your phone, walking into your office.
You sigh, sitting down onto your office chair. The keys on your keyboard clacking, you type, responding to emails. A knock on your door, “Yeah?” the red-head walks through, “Miss y/l/n, I don't care if you have anything against it. I ordered you a dress for Friday..” she trails off, looking down at you.
You clear your throat, “Uh.. Miss Romanoff?” her gaze flickers back to your face, “That's– that's all, I'll be going now.” you nod, “Bye!” she gets up and goes to the door, “Bye.”
You hear the door close shut, you furrow your brows in confusion. “What was she looking at?” you mutter to yourself. You face the desk mirror, gasping quietly. “Ohh– oh.” you bring your hands up to your blouse, buttoning the top button.
You look back at the computer, seeing you received an email. "I'll be picking you up at 7 pm on Friday night. Don't be late." You find yourself smiling at her email.
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The week flies by pretty quickly, Tuesday going to Friday. Your apartment bell rings, you go to open it, just to see a box with the words, "Y/n /Y/l/n, from: Natasha Romanoff." You assume it's the dress she was talking about the other day. You pick up the box, closing your door.
You open the box, emitting a gasp. It was beautiful, a gorgeous deep emerald. You pull out the dress from the box, lifting it up to see it in full view. It was modest but with an off shoulder cut. "Did you like the dress?" You look over at your phone, seeing her text pop-up.
"Yes, thank you! I'm so sorry if it was over-priced." She hearts your message, "No worries, I have the money for it. Think of it as a gift Y/n." You smile at her message, not knowing what to respond with, all you do it just heart her message and turn off your phone.
You check the time, "5:24 pm" “Shit. I'm gonna be late.” you get up, grabbing the dress and running off into your room to go get ready.
An hour and a half later, your doorbell rings. You scramble out of your room, struggling to put on a heel. You open the door, “Miss Romanoff! Hi– I'm..” you slip on your heel, grabbing your purse. “I'm– ready, shall we go?” she nods. You step out of your apartment, locking the door and walk down to the parking lot.
She drives off, leaving your apartment complex. “I'm sorry that you have to drive me.” she glances at you, “Don't be sorry, I offered.” you hum in response, looking out the window. “How long till we get there?” she pulls up to a parking space, “We're here already.” you respond with an, "oh."
She gets out of the car, you get out as well.
You two step into the building, you gasp in awe looking around the place, you feel a nudge on your shoulder. “I'm gonna go talk to some other guests, don't do anything you aren't supposed to.” you nod, watching her leave.
You walk over to the bar, picking up a glass of champagne. “I haven't seen a beauty like you here before.” you look up to see a blonde woman, “My name's Carol Danvers, you can call me Carol sweetheart.” you blush, “Hi– uh.. I'm Miss Romanoff's assistant.”
She smirks, handing you a drink. You accept it, “Romanoffs assistant huh?” you nod, “If she's too tough on you, feel free to come by at my office.” you laugh slightly, “Thanks for the offer.” she brings her hand up to your face, tucking in a stray hair strand behind your ear.
“I believe she likes it here, isn't that right Y/n?” Natasha walks up behind you, holding a glass of wine. You freeze, looking up at Carol. “Um.. yeah–” you hand Carol the drink back, “Don't be so harsh on her,” her gaze lingers on you, “She's my assistant if she didn't like how I treat her she would've quit by now.”
You feel as if you've gone invisible, watching the two women bicker. A few time passes by, Carol leaves the bar, you and Natasha just stand there. “Come on Y/n let's take you home.” you hazily look up at her, nodding slowly.
She takes you back to the car, driving off. “Mmh.. Natasha–” she glances at you, “You're drunk Y/n.” you smile at her words, poking her cheek. “No you're drunk!” she rolls her eyes, eventually making it to your apartment building.
“We're here, wake up.” you flutter your eyes open, looking up at her. “Walk me up?” she looks back at you, sighing. “Okay fine.” she helps you out of the car, and you two get into the elevator to your floor.
You unlock your apartment door, “Miss Romanoff are you mad at me?” she looks at you, “Why would I be?” you shrug, walking inside your home. “You can come in if you want.” she hesitates for a moment, but steps inside anyways.
“Do you.. want me to make food?” you offer, “Or—” you get cut off with a pair of lips crashing against yours, you moan into the kiss. Her hands roam around your body, finding the zipper on your dress and unzipping it.
She backs you up into your bedroom, shoving you onto your bed. You let out a gasp, “Yeah, I guess I was mad at you.” she hoists your legs over her shoulders, you watch her slip off her pants. She makes eye contact with you, you nod giving her consent.
You feel her hardened cock on your clothed clit, letting out a small whimper. “Let's get that off of you, hm detka?” you nod vigorously, bringing your hands down to your panties and taking it off. She gropes your waist, lining her tip to your entrance.
She pushes a few inches inside your throbbing core, making you emit a loud, breathy moan. “Fuck.. you're so tight. Taking me all in, just like that— good girl.” her words make you roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“Miss Romanoff I'm gonna—” she feels you tense up, “Do it baby, cum all over my cock.” your walls clench around her length, a wave of pleasurement crashes down on you, you scream out her name over and over again.
She thrusts in deeper into you, smirking down at you. “Mmh.. kotenok, gonna fill you up huh?” you mumble something out, getting cut off with a loud moan.
She comes inside of you, collapsing on top of your chest, panting heavily. “Y/n? You okay?” you hum as a response, nodding as you catch your breath as well.
“Uh.. I'll be going now– see you on Monday.” she slowly pulls out of you, putting her clothes back on. “Yeah! Yeah– see you on Monday too.” she smiles at you before leaving you alone in your bedroom.
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The weekend passed, and you find yourself getting on the elevator to Natasha's office holding her coffee as usual. You sigh and knock on her door, “Come in.” you open the door, she freezes, and looks over at you. “Y/n.” you put the cup on her desk, “Yeah?”
She pauses, “Listen about Friday night..” you look up at her, listening intently. “It was wrong, we were both drunk and– I'm your boss, you're my assistant. If anyone found out it would be bad. So I'm trying to tell you to forget about it.”
You nod, exhaling shakily. “I understand, don't worry.” she smiles at you, “Thank you, you're free to leave now.” you walk to the door, waving goodbye.
You go back to your office, signing papers. You hear a knock on your door, followed by a, “It's me!” you smile, “The doors open 'Lena.” the blonde opens the door, flashing a big smile at you. “How did the party on Friday go?” you groan, “God, don't remind me.” she furrows her brows in confusion, sitting down on a chair.
“What happened sestra?” you chew on the inside of your cheek, looking at her. “You really wanna know?” “Yes? If somethings bothering my work sister of course I want to know.” you sigh, “Don't tell anyone.” she takes a deep breath, “Oh so it's that bad.” you nod meekly.
“Isleptwithyoursister.” “Slow down, what?” you look down at your hands. “I.. slept with my boss– who happens to be your sister.” she widens her eyes, processing what she has just been told. “Oh. Natasha!? Seriously Y/n?” you nod. She burst out laughing, “I thought you had good taste.” you frown, “So.. you're not mad?” she shakes her head, “Why would I be?”
“What did she tell you?” you look at her, confusion displayed on your face. “After—” “Ohh.” you grab a pen from your desk, fidgeting it. “Um.. she said that it was a mistake and– to forget about it.” she looks back at you, “She what?” you nod.
She gets up from the chair, “Well, I'm gonna go. I'll see you later sestra.” you smile, waving her bye. “Bye Yelena!” she mouths bye, opening the door and leaving.
She goes up to Natasha's office, opening the door, too bothered to knock. “Hey 'Lena.” she walks up to her desk. “It was a mistake?” Natasha looks at her with a confused look. “Y/n.” “Who told you tha– oh.”
“Why would you say that to her? Natasha.” she sighs, dropping her attention from the computer to Yelena. “Because I'm scared.” she looks up at her sister. “For?” “She, I love her. I do, really. But–” Natasha pauses, looking at Yelena. “But the media wouldn't approve.. So? Natasha it's your life.”
“You have until next week to tell her how you feel.” Natasha widens her eyes, opening her mouth to argue. “Because I know she feels the same way.” “She does?” Yelena nods. “Next week Natasha.” she trails off, walking out of her office.
Natasha sighs, running her fingers through her red hair. How do I tell her?
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The next few days have been bad, you couldn't figure out why, you've been having the worst headaches lately. But you still went to work, obviously.
You were at your desk when Yelena came in your office, “Hey sestra what's up?” you look up at her, “Hey 'Lena, nothing much. You?” you croak out, your throat scratchy. “You okay Y/n?” you nod, weakly smiling at her.
“Well.. anything happening at work lately?” you huff, dropping your pen on the desk. “Other than Natasha bugging me.. I mean– she tells me it was a mistake but doesn't stop bothering me.” Yelena looks at you, “Do you think it was a mistake?” you hesitate, “No, but I'm respecting her opinion.”
“What if she changed her opinio—” Natasha walks in the room, Yelena stops. “Was I interrupting?” you shake your head, “No it's fine.” she looks at you the same way Yelena did, “Are you okay?” you lock eyes with her for a split second, “Yeah! Yeah.. I'm fine.”
She sighs, “You can take off for the day.” you look up at her, “Really?” “Yeah.” you thank her, picking up your paperwork. “Leave that, I'll tell someone else to do it.” you blink, “Thank you! Bye, I'll see you tomorrow Miss Romanoff, bye 'Lena!” you wave goodbye, leaving your office.
You feel the need to throw up as soon as you get home, you rush into your bathroom, and vomit. You get out, and drink water, throat still scratchy. What the fuck? ...
Days go by, you keep calling out sick. Natasha starts to worry, debating whether or not she should check up on you.
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Eventually, she drives to your apartment. Knocking on your door. You open it, widening your eyes when you see her in front of your door. “Miss Romanoff!” you open the door further, signaling her to come in.
“What– what are you doing here?” you ask, closing your door. “You haven't gone to work in 8 days, I'm worried Y/n.” you sit down across from her. “What's wrong? Is it me?” you stop her, “No! I mean‐ it is you but it isn't you.” she furrows her brows in confusion.
“Miss Romanoff I—” she cuts you off, “I'm in love with you.” you widen your eyes in shock, “Well that makes this 10 times easier.” you laugh nervously, “Makes what easier?” you fiddle with your fingers, looking down at your lap. “Natasha I'm.. pregnant.”
She looks over at you, “You– it's mine?” you nod your head. She moves closer to you, grasping your hand. “Are you keeping them?” you nod, “Yeah.” she brings a hand up to your cheek, “Can I—” you slam your lips with hers, kissing her deeply.
You break the kiss, gasping for air. “Natasha what would everyone think?” she squeezes your hand, “Don't worry detka, I have it under control.” you smile at her, “Okay..” you two sit in silence before you speak up, “Are you staying?” “If you want.” you kiss her cheek, “Of course I want you to stay.”
She smiles at you, “Then I'm staying.”
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The next week you back to work, when you enter your work building, you hear series of, “Congratulations Mrs. Romanoff.” not knowing what they meant by that, you go to Natasha's office.
“Y/n,” you set her cup of coffee on her desk. “What do they mean, "Mrs. Romanoff"?” she sighs, passing you a magazine. “Read it.” you grab it from her, reading it.
'Natasha Romanoff and wife expecting a baby' you put it back on her desk, “So.. I'm Mrs. Romanoff?” she nods, looking at you. You smile, taking a seat on her lap. “Baby I'm working..” you kiss her softly, “I could get used to 'Mrs. Romanoff'.”
She smiles, kissing you back. You hear a knock on the door, Natasha groans. “Come in.” Yelena barges into her office, “So my sister and bestfriend are having a baby and just happen to not tell me?”
Yelena looks at the both of your positions, widening her eyes. “Pretend I never came in here. Congratulations by the way sestra. I'm gonna go.” She runs out of Natasha's office, closing the door shut.
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yelenasdiary · 10 days
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Oh a shy Yelena who doesn't want to admit her feelings?
Drabble || I'm Listening
Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader
Summary: Yelena's feelings for you grow bigger every day, but she isn't sure how to tell you how she feels.
Fluff, Tiny Angst
Warnings: This is not proof read or corrected | K
AC: Thank you for sending this!! I miss my shy little assassin! I hope you enjoy x
Each day got harder and harder for the blonde to act as if her growing feelings for you weren’t starting to get in the way of her day-to-day life. She couldn’t believe the hold you had on her, everything she ever knew, all her training never prepared her for you.
No power she had ever known had the strength your smile had, no diamond in the world sparkled brighter than your eyes and not even her favourite song could compare to the sound of your laugh. It has taken many months for Yelena to understand her feelings for you, but she was still too shy to act on them.
“You coming for a run, Belova?” You asked, snapping Yelena out of her day dreaming. She shook her head, “I have other things to do, sorry. Maybe another time” She replied before quickly making her way out of the room, her heart beating faster than before when you had walked in.
Her recent behaviour concerned you, she was distant towards you, skipping out on plans or giving you poor excuses to avoid hanging out with you one on one. You assumed that maybe she had just been going through something and believed she’d come to you if she was ready.
You weren’t the only one who picked up on the blondes recent behaviour, Natasha from a distance quickly saw the shift in her sister and was smart enough to put two and two together. Although Yelena had never gone to Nat about her feelings for other people, mainly when she had discovered something of interest to her and wanted to share it with her sister.
“How long are you doing to brush them off” Natasha asked, interrupting Yelena’s focus on sharpening her combat knife.
“What are you talking about?” Yelena looked up at the red head. Natasha smirked, “you know what I’m talking about sestra”
“No, I don’t” Yelena replied rather bluntly.
“Y/n. You’ve been brushing them off for weeks now” Natasha spoke, taking a seat across from YelenaMs work bench. Yelena’s eyes drop back to the weapon in her hands, trying to ignore the warm feeling her cheeks suddenly had. “I’ve been busy” the Russian mumbled.
“Yeah? How many times have you cleaned and sharpened those knives? Or how many new modifications have you been experimenting on your widow bites?” Natasha teased. Yelena’s secret was clearly known to her older sister.
Yelena sighed heavily, “what do you want Natasha?” She asked in an irritated tone.
“Hey, I’m wouldn’t be your caring sestra if I didn’t tease you about these things” Natasha playfully smirk. “Any reason you haven’t told them how you feel?” She asked.
“Ha! What makes you think somebody like them would want somebody like me? I’m damaged goods and they don’t need that” Yelena replied, showing more of her insecurities to Natasha than she realised.
“We’re all damaged goods around here if you think about it. You’re scared yeah? Worried of rejection?”
Yelena looked up at her sister once more, “I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never had feelings like this and I don’t want to look like a stupid fool telling them” she confessed.
“But what if you’re missing out on something good?" Natasha pointed out, "if there is anything I have learnt it's that we let too many good things slip through our fingers because we believe we don't deserve them. You deserve to be happy Yelena & if Y/n makes you happy, I think you should go for it and tell them how you feel" she added.
Yelena nodded lightly as she let Nat's words sink in, what if she was missing out on something amazing because she was too shy and nervous to tell you how she really felt? Her eyes dropped to the knife in her hands once more, "don't overthink it, okay?" Natasha said before leaving the room.
Later the day, Yelena seen you sitting under a big oak tree outside reading a book that Wanda had lent you. Natasha's advise circle around in her mind as she slowly walked up too you hoping not to startle you but you heard her coming, her footsteps crunching the leafs on the ground. You looked up and smiled softly at her, "hey there, wanna join me? The fresh air is refreshing" you spoke.
"Uh, sure" Yelena smile as she sat down beside you.
There was a moment of silence, the birds sung as the wind floated by. "So, what's been on your mind Belova? you haven't really been yourself recently" you spoke, looking over to her. She took a deep breath, "well, actually...there's something I need to talk to you about" she replied.
"Go ahead" you smiled softly to comfort her, "I'm listening" you added.
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whorexis · 8 months
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Black cat (pt. 7)
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warning/s: mentions of death, nicknames/petnames
help, for some reason I can't tag some people, and those some people are by now alot of people, I'm so sorry I have no idea why its not working, I tried everything but it just keeps saying "blog not found"
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Summary: yelena needs to make a choice
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (end vers.) // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 (you're here!)
"Yelena, sestra you better fucking tell me where she is or—"
"—or what Natasha? Gonna capture me like you captured her?"
Yelenas words caused the room to go silent. The younger russian had told the avengers about your brave acts, she also gave them your message to them. The avengers were desperate to find you.
Natasha was the one going feral though. Since Yelena explained everything, she had thought that maybe now she could finally find you, but her sister refused to let anything spill, making Natasha angrier than ever.
"Natasha, she didn't want me to tell you guys– and you can't blame her!"
Bruce crossed his arms, clearing his throat and mumbling something under his breath.
"What was that, green boy?" Tony asked. Bruce stood up more confidently this time "Yelena is right, Natasha.. uh, the videos" he reminded, making Natasha halt. She looked down, her arms crossed, her lips pressed together.
"Lena, please. What if she isn't okay? The widows beat her up."
The widows on the other hand were also with Yelena, being all sassy, bark and bite towards the team. The widows knew the damage they had done towards you. One of them sighed, stepping to the front as they all were being patched up by dr. Cho's assistants.
"Yelena, I'm on Natashas side this time.. I, uh, hurt her, alot. There's no way a normal human being has enough energy to stay awake after that."
"—However we follow whatever you say, Yelena, we won't say anything without your permission" another widow piped up.
If Natasha wasn't deadly worried before then she was now. She looked at Yelena with a begging look, the other avengers were all worried too.
Yelena was caught up in her thoughts, anxiety washing over her. She was worried for you but she promised you not to come for you. "Fuck!" She screamed out in frustration until she looked the others dead in the eye. "Fine. But now listen to me, cyka—" she went up to Nat, almost threatenily. "I'm not like you, you dumb idiots, I've known this girl for a few weeks and yet she seemed to be the only person with a heart in here. I'm worried about her and I promised her not to snitch, but now this is live or death matter— but if we find her and you decide to force her into staying here I won't hesitate to burn this tower down" she gritted her teeth, her knuckles white from all the fisting she's done. Natasha gave away no emotions, only nodding.
"What about you shitheads?" Yelena pointed to the team.
"Sassy much" Tony huffed until Rhodey interrupted him "—we're in."
Yelena nodded, mumbling something before the disappeared off to search you with the team "call the space girl, she should know whats happening, y/n talked alot about her"
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"Ah shit ah shit ah shit mhh-" you whimpered. You were happy no one was here, being able to let your tears and sounds of defeat spill. Your head was throbbing, your legs barely worked, your arms felt like they were ripped off and the visible bruise from the choking started to kick in. The wound on the back of your neck was still open. 'Nono, no thats not normal' you thought to yourself as the panic took over you 'it should've closed a while ago'
You were wounded, the pain that started with the widow choking you hadn't left at all— and yet, you still managed to get away from the place you had fought in. You had no idea how, your body was barely functioning, but your legs dragged you to a spot again, sitting down on the grass beneath you. The rain drops soon started to fall, getting more aggressive from time to time.
Feels like deja vu, doesn't it?
You remember how you prayed to the lord above to be able to wake up in the morning because you were wounded on the neck only. What were your survival chances by now?
You flopped down to the ground, looking up to the sky in the middle of nowhere. Maybe talking to yourself would calm you down?
You loved talking, it was just hard to talk when your whole past was nothing but a disgrace to this world. Your mind was buzzing, it felt like the end of a song.
"Did you know that cats run away when they know they're going to die?"
You talked to the stars, hoping a certain 'glowstick' would be the one listening to you.
-
Carol laughed as you choked out another joke, the two of you clenching your stomachs as your face scrunched up. "What? Thats completely idiotic" carol laughed. "Innit, glowstick?" You teased and the two of you fell back into histerical laughter again.
"Okay kitty, whatever you say"
"Hey!"
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You started sobbing, your vision getting hazy.
But suddenly you started hearing fainted voices, was this a part from dying?
It felt too real as someone came over, holding your head as their face was above yours. Your vision was blurry, but you'd always recognize that red hair. Natasha.
"Don't die on me, don't die on me!— please moya lyubov stay awake p-please"
Slowly your vision became crowded by other people, but the only one you could focus on was Nat.
You started shaking your head, whispering out words "I don't wanna die"
Natashas heart fell apart in pieces, but before they could carry you away, two certain blondes rushed up to you. You couldn't fully understand what they were saying.
"Came.. fast as possible.."
Carol.
But before you could say your goodbye's to anyone, your eyes fluttered close.
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"Fuck!—" they all panicked but Carol wrapped her arms around you, embracing you as she heated herself. "She's alive— she needs help right now, I'll bring her to the tower— we'll meet there" her words were broken, she was scared of losing you too.
She flew away with you, keeping you warm with her body heat. You were asleep, but you were mumbling things. "stay.." carol heard you mumble once she arrived at the tower. "I'm not going anywhere, its going to be okay" she whispered back, quickly placing you on one of the OP beds.
Your body was limp, her hands went all over your sides, keeping you warm as Bruce rushed in, immediately stopping your wounds from bleeding.
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"What was she thinking? That was the dumbest thing–"
"If I were treated like this I'd rather die outside too" Carol interrupted Tonys speech. It wasn't that Tony hated you, no he was mad, more at himself than you. He felt more protective over you, he missed you.
"I told you guys, the tracker move was the worst thing you could've possibly still do to her. You should've just let her run away."
"You're just saying this because you don't know how it feels being hated by her—"
"—explain to me why she would hate me in the first place Tony, I wasn't the one treating her like a social experiment"
Tony didn't say anything more, everyone was silent, normal if your friend was on the verge of dying, but Natasha had been awfully too quiet, not saying anything against or for you.
Yelena immediately found a friend in Carol, being glad there was someone else thinking like her too. Like a normal fucking human.
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"I can't tell whats wrong with her, Steve, she shouldn't be able to survive this, but she did." Bruce mumbled out. "And its quite impossible for someone this weak to walk miles."
Steve sighed "I don't know, Bruce, you've seen her past, lord may know what else they've done to her"
Bruce nodded. He looked over to you.
Beep — Beep
Be- beep
He furrowed his eyebrows, your heart beating wasn't going faster, or slower, it was... breaking?
B-
Bee- Beep
What the hell?
Your fingers started to move, Steve also started to notice. "Bruce what's going on?"
He shaked his head "I don't- I don't know, her heartbeat is weird-"
"That's the part you're worried about?" Steve questioned as your body started to shake, everything going too fast until your eyes shot open.
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testingthewatersss · 3 months
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Jericho Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, flashbacks etc. Bucky Barnes x (injured) F Reader Oneshot 4430 words Angst, fluffy, fluff.  18+ MDNI
Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced. Bucky loves her. He really loves her. So what happens if she gets hurt? not for long, just for angst.
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She wakes up slowly at first. Consciousness creeping in towards her like a flame flickering at the end of a very deep tunnel.
It’s memories. Jumbled and inaccurate. And then it’s voices.
It’s Tony’s voice. His laughter, echoing around her. It’s the sound of his panic, thick and hidden under the more familiar lilt of frustrated sarcasm.
And then it’s screaming.
It’s Natasha shouting urgent, desperate phrases in English and Russian.
It’s the word Sister, and Sestra- which mean the same thing.
And it’s Steve. Steve using the Captain tone he usually reserves for lectures.
And then it’s silence.
It’s silence, and an ache in her side as the reason for the darkness behind her eyes comes back to her at once.
I got stabbed, she thinks— or was I shot?
Both, maybe? Probably both, knowing my luck.
She hadn’t thought about how likely this outcome was when she’d acted, really.
She hadn’t thought of anything other than Steve.
Of the way his shield was on the ground behind them both, and the way that he was looking the wrong way, talking to Bucky-
Oh, god— Bucky.
His face, watching horrified as she’d pushed his old friend out of the way— only getting more distraught as she’d fallen.
At least she didn’t have to hear him screaming.
Her chest aches as she tunes into the distant sound of beeping.
It’s getting faster by the second.
She wonders if she’s dead. If maybe this is- well, it’s probably not hell.
Remembering the traumatised look on her lovers face is painful, but it’s not torture.
Not hell torture anyway. Though the more she dwells on the last thing she remembers seeing that wasn’t darkness she’s not certain that it’s not getting harder to bare.
Purgatory seems possible.
That would be okay. She could make her peace with purgato-
Ouch.
Okay- Okay- that’s new
A hot, sharp pain flares across her flank, making her whole body tense.
She still has a body.
That realisation makes her head spin.
And then, yeah- that’s a groan.
She’s groaning.
Not dead, then.
Wounded, though. Definitely wounded.
Her hand goes to feel the source of the pain, but no-
“Hey, No”
Back to voices then, she thinks grimly, surrendering to whatever state her body wants to be in with a sigh.
“Are you awake?”
Am I? she thinks, trying to decide on an answer.
“Y/N- Can you hear me? It’s Bruce.”
Bruce. Bruce Banner.
“You’re in medical” he says next, “You took a hit, been out a few days”
She tries to reply, knowing she should, but all she hears is a moan, barely louder than a breath.
Still, she hears a spool of elated laughter.
“Good! That’s good- I’m going to get Tony-”
and then she can’t decipher words anymore. Just steps and excited chatter.
and she wants to ask him not to go- because now she’s aware, she’s scared.
The beeping is getting faster, and faster and the pain is getting sharper and sharper and she doesn’t know what’s happening other than that she’s clearly in bad shape—
“—Hey, Hey—” she hears, “—calm down, you’ve got to stay calm”
That is so annoying.
It’s the same thing she’s said to hundreds of patients, but still, hearing it from the other side is just… annoying.
She tries to roll her eyes and realises they’re taped shut.
That only makes her panic more, because if they’re taped shut then she’s been unconscious for more than a day—
days, he did say, days
“Where is she?!”—“What’s goin’ on?!” —“Is she awake?!” “—get out of the way—”
The last voice is Tony’s.
It’s the only one she recognises instantly, and it’s the only one that actually makes her feel better.
“Hi, kid” he says, tone soft and almost relieved, “can you hear me? You’ve gotta let me know you’re okay..”
He sounds desperate. It hurts worse than her ribs.
I’m okay, she tries to say, “-‘m okay”
and then he’s laughing, loud and relieved, and she realises that at least some of that had been audible.
“Get the tape off her eyes” Tony instructs next, “up the pain relief.”
Just the knowledge that he’s there. That her brother is there taking control of the situation makes her feel better. Safer, and more able to relax.
She feels fingers on her face, gentle and cautious as they peel the adhesive strips away from her lashes.
“Keep them shut” a voice she recognises as Bruce advises, “Just for right now.”
“I know” she thinks— she says. That’s her voice. She’s speaking.
A smile tugs at her lips as she tries to wet them.
“I’m a doctor, remember?”
Yeah, it’s a little dry, but it’s her voice for sure.
And now there’s laughter, again.
So much laughter. Tony’s and Bruces, and others, mixing with the annoying medical sounds that are still going off in the background.
“Friday, dim the lights-”
I’m in tower medical, then, Y/N thinks, or Tony wouldn’t be talking to FRIDAY.
“-Alright, slowly—”
That’s Natasha.
That’s Natasha’s voice and god, she’s almost certain that’s her hand on her brow.
“—Open your eyes.”
With a poor attempt at a grimace, Y/N obeys. Blinking tiredly until her vision clears enough to make out the collection of faces surrounding her.
Tony and Natasha are the two closest. Both look hopelessly relieved. Steve is there too, off to the side with Bruce, he looks elated. They both do, actually, they’re both beaming so wide that she can’t help but try and return the expression, even though her cheeks ache.
Bucky.
He’s not there.
Her poor attempt at a grin drops instantly.
Eyes flicking around the room in frantic search-
What if he did something stupid after I went down?
“Hey” Tony cautions, reaching down to steady her head, “Hey, relax”
“Where is he?” she asks, dry voice cracking, “Bucky, is- is he okay?”
“He’s fine” Natasha replies, “He’s there, see, he hasn’t left.”
She watches the red head nod over to her right, to the side where the others aren’t gathered.
Oh.
He is there.
He’s sat on a plastic chair that looks ridiculously small compared to his frame, starring at her with wide, sore looking eyes and all she wants to comfort him.
She goes to reach out, but then she feels it.
Metal fingers curled around her palm. Warm and solid and locked in position.
“Hi” she whispers, seeing the sheer exhaustion he’s sporting, and realising he probably hasn’t even been blinking much while she’s been out— “Did ya’, miss me?”
Tony scoffs again, and she feels something cold running into her vein from the cannula he’s clearly messing with;
She doesn’t even bother to look. She trusts him completely, and besides, her gaze is set on the tears that have started to stream across Bucky’s face.
He’s still. Not even breathing in a visible way, but tears are now pouring from his eyes.
“I’m alright” she swears, “I’m okay, I promise.”
As she says that, she cringes. Something hurts.
There’s pressure on her side, and it’s painful. She grits her teeth and breathes.
“Sorry” Tony tells her, “I’m almost done.”
“What happened?” she asks, looking back at Natasha now.
“You got shot” the other woman replies, “Pushing Steve out of the way.”
“I’m so sorry-” Steve goes to say, Y/N cuts him off with a shake of her head that makes her temples throb.
“How long was I out?” she asks firmly, directing the conversation away from his misplaced remorse.
“3 days” Bruce replies, before Natasha can, “2 nights.”
“From a bullet wound?” she says, exasperated, “I’m getting old.”
Tony scoffs again, and then he’s back in her line of sight—
“It wasn’t a bullet that hit you, it was Steve they were aiming for-”
When she furrows her brow, he sighs, pawing at his goatie and frowning.
“-Remember those Super Solider ballistic plans we found in Berlin?”
Vaguely.
She vaguely remembers a USB stick full of weapon plans.
Tasers and grenades and smoke bombs full of crippling gas and -
Bullets that expand upon impact, releasing toxins into the muscle to paralyse the target while increasing the amount of blood loss—
“Oh, god” she moans, “That sucks.”
“You’re an idiot—” Natasha cuts in, just as Tony starts laughing again, relief making him almost giddy—
“I’m a hero” Y/N corrects smugly, “I”
“You could’ve died” Bucky says suddenly, in a voice that sounds totally shattered-
Ouch.
That hurts more than whatever her brother was doing to her wound.
“Hey” she exhales, turning her head back over to stare at him, “I told you, I’m alright”
“…I- I could’ve lost you” he replies weakly, like he hasn’t even heard her reply, “…You went down and I- I couldn’t-”
“-Buck” Steve cuts in, tone sympathetic but warning, “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Of course it wasn’t” Y/N agrees, hating how injured she looks, flat on her back on a hospital bed, “Is this what you’ve all been doing while I’ve been past out? Trying to decide who’s fault it was that I got shot?”
The disbelief in her tone turns almost angry by the time she’s finished her question.
“Seriously?” she says, bitter now, “It was my fault- There- I’ve answered it for you— Ow! Tony, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Sedating you” he replies calmly, “Your pulse is 210”
“Asshole”
He mutters out a ‘yep’ that sounds so cheerful she almost suppresses her groan of dismay-
Almost.
“I thought you wanted me awake” she says, angry now. “You’re going to sedate me because I’m telling you-“
“I’m sedating you because you’re going to give yourself a stroke” Tony cuts in.
She hears it then, the strain in his tone that lets her know that he’s no more happy about her returning to unconsciousness than she is.
That’s all it takes for her to stop fighting. To sag back onto the trolly with a sigh of defeat and final glance at Bucky which is half apologetic and half accusing.
Has he really been sitting by my bedside wondering if he could’ve gotten himself hurt instead? She thinks bitterly, Maybe he just wishes you could’ve changed things some how? But- how exactly?
What could he have done?
What could any of them done?
Darkness shrouds her before she can come up with any answers.
Her lack of clarity doesn’t matter, though. Because Bucky- Bucky has a list of answers.
He’s been formulating it since the second he took his place at her bedside, aching and non blinking with the image of the love of his life lying wounded on the ground.
Reminding himself of her new position, safely within the medical bay of the tower hadn’t helped much. Not with her looking the way she did.
Steve had called it ‘peaceful’.
“She looks peaceful, Buck.” He’d told him, “not like she’s in pain, she just needs to sleep it off- she took a hit”
Like he didn’t already know that she’d taken a hit.
She’d taken more than a hit.
She’d taken a super-soldier grade ballistic to the chest to save him. To save Steve. To save him from losing Steve.
‘It’s not his fault’ The ghost of Y/N’s voice had reminded him, or- or maybe it had been Natasha’s? Soft and Russian, whispering like their conversations should be a secret.
‘Don’t blame Steve, Barnes. He feels bad enough about it already’
In hindsight that was definitely Natasha.
Y/N only calls him by his last name when he’s in trouble. It’s always playful and teasing and never, ever, sandwiched by Russian.
Ms Romanoff on the other hand? She calls him Barnes more than any other name or title, and she’s always barking at him in whatever language she wants, though, somewhat expectedly, Russian is the default when they’re trying not to be overheard.
Why are they trying not be over heard now, anyway?
It’s not like it would’ve mattered if someone had heard them. Steve would be upset, he supposes, but, even that wouldn’t make a difference to his current situation.
Realising that almost makes him feel something other than the all consuming ache he’s been drowning in ever since he’d seen-
No.
Absolutely not.
Bucky is very good at not letting himself dwell on certain memories and that is one he has no intention of ever revisiting.
All he knows is that something changed the moment it happened.
Something in him changed. It’s like his DNA shifted to allow for more pain than he’d ever felt before, which is saying a lot really. Considering how much pain he’s lived through already.
All of that had been better.
He’d happily beg for another lifetime of Hydra tortures if it meant he could erase the memory of that.
But he can’t. He can’t do that. And he can’t feel anything other than the agony now it’s there. So, even when faced with the very real possibility of hurting his oldest friends feelings in a way that even he recognises as cruel, he can’t bring himself to care.
Not about anything other than Y/N, and the way her breathing is slower now.
Not much slower, but, yeah- it was rhythmic before. Quick, but stable. Now it’s… less.
Panic.
Panic makes his throat tight as he watches.
‘She’s fine’
That’s not Natasha.
That’s Steve.
There’s a brotherly hand on his shoulder and he doesn’t even make himself shrug it away. No, he just sits. Watching.
Making his list of what he could’ve done differently.
Of what they all could’ve done differently.
It’s a long list.
429 items long by the time she opens her eyes.
By the time Tony has made sure she closes them again its up to 500.
He wonders absentmindedly if he’s ever going to stop adding into it.
Maybe?
Probably not.
He knows people are talking around him. Tony and Bruce, Wanda even drops in to check on Y/N, but Bucky tunes them all out. Eventually Steve and Natasha become background noise. They blend in with the rhythmic beeping of machines and hum of the air conditioning.
‘Buck, did you hear me?’
He tilts his head a fraction, eyes not shifting from his lovers chest as a familiar voice presses for his attention.
‘I’ll go’ Natasha says calmly, clearly not expecting him to reply.
That’s fair. He wasn’t listening anyway.
‘I just thought he’d want to-‘
‘Want to what?’ He hears himself say, voice gruff and dry.
It’s sounds foreign to him now, like it’s coming from a stranger.
‘She’s going to want her own clothes’ Steve repeats, putting his palm back on his shoulder, "since she’ll be up soon, I figured you might want to go grab her something from your room’
It takes a while for his brain to process the other man’s sentence,
‘Where’s her brother?’ He asks, looking around for the other Stark, wondering why he wouldn’t have gone himself.
‘Tony crashed a couple of hours ago’ Natasha says conversationally, ‘now they know she’s out of the woods, him and Banner decided to finally try getting some rest- you might want to think about doin’ the same’
He shakes his head sternly. Eyes back on his partner.
Her chest is still rising and falling so gently that his own heart races in response.
‘She still keep her sweats in the second drawer across?’ Romanoff aks, not bothering to press the issue of him sleeping.
It takes Bucky a few seconds to answer her with a confident nod, and then she’s gone.
Steve leaves at some point too. Silently, or at least, without Barnes noticing, and then, Natasha comes back. She hands him a bundle of cream cashmere that is so soft that his metal fingers barely register the weight of it.
‘Be careful putting the top on’ Natasha advises, ‘it’s a button up, so it should be pretty easy’
He looks at her, sore eyed and confused. She cracks a laugh at his expression before crouching beside him so that she can make eye contact more easily.
‘If you swap her outfit now, she won’t have to move, if she does it herself when she wakes up, she’ll feel it’
He swallows drily, understanding. He looks over at Y/N again and feels tears spilling across his cheeks again.
Natasha shakes her head kindly, before reaching up to wipe them away with her palm. The action reminds him so much of Y/N and how she comforts him that he flinches. She stays silent, looking at him with sisterly concern.
‘This time tomorrow she’ll be telling you she’s fine’ Natasha says calmly, ‘until then, I promised her I’d always look out for you if she couldn’t, so do us both a favour and drink some water-‘ she pauses, handing him a metal flask, ‘and help her into her clothes, you’ll be gentler than me’
She pats his knee fondly before standing and leaving the room, knowing he’s more likely to follow her instruction if given space and privacy to do so.
He’s not sure when he brings the bottle to his lips, or when he puts it down, empty and light by his boots.
He doesn’t know when he makes the conscious choice to move either- to stand, peeling the covers away from Y/N so that he can remove the thin hospital gown from her body and start to replace it with the cozy offerings Natasha had brought down from the room they share.
The room he hasn’t been able to force himself to enter without her.
He disconnects her IVs with ease. Slipping her arms into the sleeves with such painfully gentle movements that she would have struggled to feel them even she had been awake. It’s only when he has to shift her hips to raise the bottoms that she seems to notice at all.
It’s only the slightest furrowing of her brow, but it makes his breath catch painfully in his throat all the same.
The thought of her hurting her is more than he can bare.
He finishes quite quickly after that, and then, he realised that he doesn’t want to return to his chair. He wants to stay right by her side, where he can feel the warmth of her breath in the air, where he can see details of her face, even when his eyes inevitably glaze over.
He drops to his knees without hesitation, resting his cheek on the pressed sheet by their tangled palms.
It’s dark.
Y/N realises as she blinks tiredly that it must be night time, now. There is a gentle glow from the monitor and the lights in the hall, but otherwise the room is shrouded in shadows.
Her eyes find the seat that Bucky had been in before, when she finds it empty, she hisses in a nervous breath, catching a glimpse of her own chest and noticing the clothes she’s wearing. Before the distraction can take too much of her attention, she hears the low breathing beside her. It’s so familiar that her pulse settles in response.
There he is.
Sleeping quietly with his face by their hands.
He looks exhausted. Even in the dark she can see the deep-set hollows beneath his eyes. She can see the sunken edges of cheeks that always appears when he skips a few to many meals.
“Your metabolism runs too quick for that, Barnes’ she reminds him in a horse whisper. “You need to eat”
That’s all it takes to startle him awake-
Her almost inaudible scolding.
“Hey” she purrs, seeing his eyes snap open, “I’m sorry, sweetheart… I didn’t mean to wake you”
She means that. He clearly needs to rest.
He’s gawking at her, horrified that she’s apologising to him.
Before he can formulate a response she swallows dryly. It looks painful and he’s instantly moving, reaching over with his flesh hand to pass her the glass of water that’s waiting on the side table.
She takes it silently, draining it before passing it back to him. He discards it quickly, and then she sighs;
“Come on, angel” she murmurs, “come snuggle up”
He blinks at her confusedly until she humours him, offering a smile as she pats the space beside her on the bed.
It’s small, a regular hospital trolly, but she moves herself over before he can object, knowing the pain the adjustment must’ve caused her-
“I’m worried about you, Buck” she says quietly, “I know I scared you, I’m sorry, but I’m okay- I promise, alright? I’m gonna be just fine”
He opens his mouth to object to her apology, but she shakes her head to silence him before he finds the words,
“I missed you” she adds gently, “I’m tired, baby- You must be too”
When he sees the way she’s looking at him, he finds himself nodding in agreement.
“Yeah” she says encouragingly, “yeah I thought so, come on, come up here” again, before he can object, she adds, “You’re not going to hurt me, Tony’s got me on so much morphine I can’t feel anything, and we both know I’m not going to back to sleep with you down there…”
It’s Bucky’s turn to sigh then. He knows when he’s beaten, and even though he knows he doesn’t deserve it, he really does want to just hold her.
Despite her assurances, he’s so afraid of harming her that he barely lets himself touch her, leaving half of his body over the edge of the bed as he puts his head mechanically on the pillow. He’s on his side to face her, and when he sees her laughing silently, shaking her head fondly he feels himself crying again. The tears burn his eyes, stinging sorely before spilling across his cheeks,
“C’mere…” she purrs, adjusting herself and trying her best to tuck him into her front, “don’t cry, sweet boy… I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere….”
“I’m so sorry” is all he manages to say as he surrenders, sniffing lamely as he curls into her embrace, “It’s all my fault- I nearly got you killed-”
“Hey” she cuts in, reaching down to cup his jaw, “it wasn’t even you I took the hit for”
He shakes his head stubbornly,
“I was watching Steve” he reminds her quietly, “I had his six, that way my position-”
“Yeah, during the job” she counters dryly, “we were done, Buck… nobody was holding their positions or I’d have been with Natasha, not Steve”
He goes to shake his head again, but her hand on his face stops him,
“James” she says seriously, “I knew what I was doing- I thought it was a bullet, but still- the only people to blame are me and the bastard that shot me, I’m guessing there’s no point asking how he is?”
“No” Bucky admits quietly,
“Did Natasha get him?” She wonders,
“Tony” he corrects gently, ashamed that it hadn’t been him.
She beams at his response though, and then he feels her fingers in his hair and has to bite back the desperate whine it draws from him.
“Did she take good care of you for me?”
He feels his cheeks burn pink,
“She tried” he confesses, “I-”
“Haven’t been very cooperative?” She guesses softly,
He nods, biting his lip to stop himself from sobbing.
“That’s okay” she purrs, leaning in to press a kiss against his brow, “I’m not always good at that either”
The skin is hot against her lips, she nuzzles into him, knowing how desperate he is for the contact. It feels nice for her too, having him so warm and close beside her-
“Let’s call a Jericho” she suggests next, knowing that considering their situation, that should’ve been the first thing out of her mouth.
He blinks at her, stunned.
A Jericho was something they came up with when they first got away from Hydra. When the idea of working with SHIELD was first broached with the young Stark, when Bucky had panicked and gushed about his fears about not being able to handle being in the field, despite his overwhelming desire to help out.
No matter what was going on, no matter who was asking either of them to do anything. If either of them ever wanted to pull out, for any reason, they’d call a Jericho, and they’d both know that until further notice, fighting was out of the question. They’d gone over the details with Tony, knowing that he’d be the one dealing with any disappointed council members should the two former winter soldiers decide to take a leave of absence.
He’d only ever called one, when he’d had a flash back so terrible on route to the job that he’d whispered the word frantic and in Russian to his partner, while they’d been sat together on the Quinn jet. She hadn’t said anything to him, just nodded once and whispered something to her brother. All Bucky remembers happening after that, was the hanger emptying around them, and Y/N turning the craft around, flying them both straight back to the tower. Nobody had ever questioned them, and he’d never had to explain.
Even now, he thinks she’s probably calling it on his behalf. Despite the nagging guilt that thought breeds, he can’t help but feel an overwhelming wave of relief.
‘Yeah’ she nods encouragingly, ‘yeah, baby… Jericho, huh? I’ll let you fuss over me for a while… just promise me one thing”
He’s exhausted he realises. 3 days without sleep had finally caught up with him, he can’t even make himself reply.
Anything, he thinks tragically, I’ll do anything, I swear-
“Stop blaming yourself” she requests gently, knowing he can’t really help it, “don’t blame Steve, don’t blame anybody, okay? If I thought any of you could’ve done something to stop it, I’d have told you…”
Hes crying again. He can feel it. And then, before he can lock his jaw to stop it, a sob jumps up from his throat.
“Barnes” she whispers again, “it wasn’t your fault, don’t beat yourself up because I got brave, you held your position, you did so good in there—”
“I- I- didn’t keep you safe” he argues wetly, words cracking in his throat,
“Sweet, sweet, solider” she says adoringly, “of course you did, even while I was passed out you kept watch”
I did, he thinks urgently, I kept watch- just like he’d done back then, when the medical staff were far from caring, where watching from wherever they could was the only way they could protect the other from further harm-
She nods in agreement, even though he hadn’t spoken.
“You did great” she murmurs gently, “now, you need to rest up, okay- rest up with me”
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me-uglypretty · 2 years
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Y/n: It’s my birthday, you could kiss me as a present and I won’t ask for anything else….
Natasha: Okay.
Yelena: Your birthday was last month.
Y/n: Shut up, Belova.
[Bonus]
Wanda: It doesn’t matter. If they want kisses then we’ll give them kisses.
Yelena, holding several documents: But I have proof. It is not their birthday!
Natasha: Okay.
Yelena: Thank you.
Natasha: Wanda, let’s go find Y/n…I think it’s our birthday now.
Yelena: What? No! Sestra, don’t!
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Yours
Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
During a firefighter’s cookout, you get jealous of Natasha’s colleagues. She reminds you that you’re hers and she’s yours
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, Natasha being possessive, strap on use, semi-public sex
Note: Firefighter Nat is upon us again. This one is fun 😉 Enjoy!
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“I got it!” Natasha shouts as she hits a ball over the net. It lands quickly on the other side with no one even close to touching it.
Natasha grins and high-fives her colleagues turned teammates. She turns to you and looks to you through the net. She winks at you.
“Not cool,” you say.
“Don’t hate me because I’m great,” Natasha says. She flexes her muscles and kisses her bicep.
You shake your head and get back to playing the game. It stays intense. Firefighters are quite a competitive group of people. That much you’ve learned. Natasha invited you to join them for a cookout and volleyball game. You didn’t really know what you were getting into.
Especially when Natasha was placed on the other team. But watching her play has its perks.
The shorts she wears does nothing to hide the bulge in her pants, something you’re praying she uses on you later. And her muscles shine with the tank top she wears.
It’s when Natasha dives for a ball the same time as her teammate that things take a turn.
Nat lands on Carol and her front presses against Carol’s.
“My bad,” Natasha says. Her face hovers over Carol’s. A respectable distance but too close for your enjoyment.
“It’s fine,” Carol says. Her eyes glance down Natasha’s body to land on her crotch. “I can feel that.”
“Shit,” Nat mumbles. She stands up quickly after that and helps Carol up with her hand.
“It’s all good,” Carol laughs out.
You watch them talk and laugh with each other, feeling jealousy stir deep in your gut. You’ve always wondered if Carol might like Natasha. It seems likely now.
Trying to brush it off, you go to the end line to serve. You serve it to Carol as hard as you can. The ball is at her chest height and she can’t make a good pass from it.
“Aye, nice serve!” Valkyrie cheers for you. She high fives you.
“Thanks, Val!” You reply maybe a little too excitedly.
Natasha spares you a look, but you pay it no mind. You serve again right at Carol. And again. And again.
“Y/n, try to serve to someone else,” Natasha instructs you.
“I don’t think I will. All is fair in volleyball,” you reply.
Nat turns back to her team for answers. They need a new game plan.
“I’m subbing out,” Carol says. “Get in here, Belova.”
“Can’t take the heat?” Sam teases Carol.
“Shut up.”
Yelena, who you’ve learned is Natasha’s sister who works at another station, takes her spot. You don’t dare serve it to her. Not with how Natasha is already upset with you.
But your team does end up winning. You celebrate by hugging each member of your team. Valkyrie kisses your cheek as well and Natasha can’t help but notice the way it makes you blush.
“Good game,” you tell each member of the other team. Natasha high fives you a little too hard during the post game handshake. You brush it off.
Grabbing a drink, you sit at a table and wait for the food to be finished. Steve is taking his sweet time on the grill, but you can’t complain. It’s been a fun day.
Natasha goes inside the house to grab a few things. Yelena follows her inside.
“Seems like you’re pretty upset with your girl, sestra,” Yelena says.
“No,” Nat says. “I’m not.”
“Sure, okay. And I’m not way cooler than you. Let’s say lots of false things.”
“Yelena,” Natasha grumbles. Her sister looks at her and she relents. “She was targeting Carol.”
Yelena cracks a smile.
“Maybe because you were pressing all against Danvers,” Yelena says.
“I wasn’t-“
“Oh, yes you were. I saw it. Y/n definitely saw it.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Nat says. “I gotta go talk to her.”
“Thanks Yelena, I’d never get my head off my ass without you,” Yelena mocks Natasha. The redhead kisses her sister’s cheek.
“Thanks Yel. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Yelena says. She will admit she loves the affection from her older sister.
Natasha finds you outside at the table. You aren’t still upset with her really, but the way she walks up with so much confidence you decide not to let her in on that fact.
“Can we speak in private?” Natasha asks.
You nod and follow her back towards the house. Neither of you speak until she closes the door behind her.
“Look, y/n, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Natasha speaks first. “I wasn’t even aware I was doing anything to upset you.”
“Rubbing yourself against Carol wasn’t supposed to upset me?” You ask.
“I didn’t mean to,” she shrugs. “And I didn’t think you were the jealous type.” She says the last part with a bit of a smirk on her face.
“Yeah, well maybe I am. But you got pretty pissed when Valkyrie kissed my cheek at the end,” you counter.
Natasha clinches her fist at her side quickly before releasing it. She steps closer to you, backing you into the kitchen counter. Her eyes are dark with lust.
“That’s because you’re mine,” Natasha says. Her voice is deep, raspy.
“Oh, I’m yours?”
“That’s what I said,” she quips back. She presses her body into yours. You feel the hardness through her shorts against your center.
“Then show me,” you say.
Natasha takes that as invitation to kiss you harshly. Her lips fight against yours as her hands pull at your shirt. She lifts the material over your head grabs handfuls of your breasts.
You try to reach for her crotch, but she stops you with her strong hand. She stops kissing you.
“No,” she says. “You’re mine. You will take me.”
Natasha pulls your shorts down your legs along with your underwear before turning you around in her arms. You’re pressed up against the kitchen counter, holding onto it to remain steady.
“You’re going to be a good fucking girl and take my cock. Okay?” Natasha says into your ear, her breath is hot.
“Fuck yes,” you mumble.
Natasha takes the strap from her pants and rubs the tip over your waiting core. She can already see your wetness dripping onto the strap.
“So wet for me,” Natasha coos. “All for me.”
“All for you, Natasha,” you reply.
She pushes the fake cock further into you and you gasp at the feeling. Nat gives you only a second to adjust before she goes in as far as she can, adjusting her hips to hit you just right.
Natasha moves in and out slowly at first. Again, letting you adjust before she picks up her pace.
“Feels so good,” you say, knowing she loves to be praised even if she won’t admit it.
“I know, sweetheart. You take me so well,” Natasha says.
She grips your hips to pull you into her as she thrusts into you. She’s so good at this. And it doesn’t take long until you’re ready to come undone.
“Don’t do it yet,” Natasha says. She leans over your back and speaks into your ear. “I want you to come only when I say you can.”
“Natasha,” you say her name as way of begging.
“Not yet, baby,” she says.
Natasha slows down her pace to a painstakingly slow rhythm. You whimper and she bites against your neck softly.
“Now, I want you to say it. Say you’re mine,” she instructs.
“I’m yours,” you say. She picks up the pace a little. “Fuck! I’m yours!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. And I’m yours,” she says.
You fight with everything in you not to come from that. Natasha notices, smirking to herself. But she decides to relent.
“Come for me, y/n,” Natasha says. “Come all over my cock.”
And you do. Your whole body reels from the feeling of such an intense orgasm. Natasha works you down and slips out of you.
Absentmindedly, she strokes the strap with her hand. You want to kneel down and suck it but the door of the house opens.
Natasha quickly throws you your shirt and you put it on while pulling your pants up. She slips her strap back into her shorts just in time for the person to walk in the kitchen. It’s Carol.
“Looks like you two had some fun,” she says, eyeing the way you’re both flushed.
“Jealous?” Natasha asks her.
Carol just shakes her head and leaves the room.
Natasha turns back to you with a smirk. She kisses your lips softly this time.
“I promise I really am sorry I upset you,” Natasha says.
“You more than made up for it, baby,” you tell her. “I’m sorry I was jealous and tried to make you jealous.”
“You more than made it for it,” she shares your sentiment.
“But you didn’t even-“
“You’ll get me later, yeah? Go get cleaned up. I’m starving,” she says.
You kiss each other one more time before you go clean up and she goes back outside. When you join her, she pulls you into her lap.
“I love you,” she whispers into your ear, kissing your temple a second later.
“I love you too, Natasha. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours,” she replies.
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box-milk · 5 months
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Flowers
Pairing ~ Yelena Belova x maximoff! Reader
Genre~ fluff
Warnings ~ i used Google translate, so I blame them for the bad Russian.
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Yelena is immediately hit with the cooling air of Stark's Industrial Ac as she followed her sister into the Avengers compound. She remained vigilant despite all the employees going about their lives disregarding her presence.
Natasha gave a brief tour of their surroundings until they entered the elevator, pressing a button that took them to a higher floor.
On the way off the elevator, they bumped into an unfamiliar redhead, causing yelena to immediately go into defensive mode and raise a gun while the latter's fist to glow red in retaliation.
"Woah! Both of you calm dowm". Natasha said as she got in between them with each arm keeping the younger girls at a safe distance.
"Yelena, this is Wanda maximoff. Wanda, this is my little sister. Now, can we calm down. Please." Both class hesitantly lowered their hands, but their glazed never flattered.
Natasha rolls her eyes at the glare they are sharing, but let's out a quiet sigh of relief. "Excellent. Getting rid of the glares would be nice too. " She mumbles the last part under her breath.
Yelena, who was standing next to her, heard and was about to respond when a hue of white light, barely noticeable, appeared behind the younger redhead.
The young blonde observed how neither of the women seemed bothered by the light. In fact, they seem to relax. "Privet sestra." Wanda says with a small smile, and yelena is confused until a head with white hair pops out from behind her.
Yelena, for some reason, feels a sense of calm wash over her as she stared into the girl's pure white eyes. "privet roza".
Natasha looked at her younger sister, completely enchanted by the girl with snow white hair that sat neatly in a French braid and smirk.
"Hello Natty, who's your friend?" The mystery girl says as she stepped completely out from behind Wanda but still had a grip on the red sweater she was wearing.
"This is my sister yelena". Nat turns to her sister. "Yelena, this is Wanda's younger sister Y/n". You light up at the introduction, causing flowers to literally bloom around your forehead, forming a crown.
"Lovely to meet you." You bounce on your toes lightly before placing your hands together, emitting a light that shines through forming a flower crown made of lilies before gently placing it on yelena's head.
"krasivyy"
Wanda frowns before gently taking your arm moving around the sisters into the elevator. You wave at them until the elevator closes.
"Someone has a crush." Natasha smirked at her sister.
"What is this crush?"
"Oh boy"
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It's been 2 months, and Yelena would have settled in quite nicely building a relationship with the team while still having her guard up.
The only one her defenses dropped completely for was for Y/n, but she hardly saw you due to your older sister's protective nature. She'd always find a way to cut your interactions short.
"Lili, hello." Yelena jumps slightly at the soft voice behind her as she doesn't even hear the girl entre. "Privet younger maximoff."
Y/n's pure white irises quickly scanned yelena before her palms glowed lightly, and another flower crown appeared in her hands before she placed it on yelena's head.
Yelena blushed lightly before clearing her throat. " Why do you always do that y/n maximoff"
Y/n clasps her hands behind her back, maintaining her pristine posture while smiling softly at the blonde. "You remind me of lilies purity, innocence, and rebirth."
"What does that even mean y/n maximoff ".
Before y/n could answer a grip on her wrist is pulling her away from the kitchen within a millisecond, leaving the younger blonde even more confused and how the white-haired girl was out of her sights so quickly.
"Fucking older maximoff". Yelena grumbles to herself once she realized the cause of y/n sudden disappearance.
" Well, hello to you too, sunshine".
"Fuck off cyka"
Nat chuckles while pouring a cup of coffee before sitting the cup on the counter, giving her sister her undivided attention.
"What's your problem this morning?"
"I don't understand why Wanda maximoff takes younger maximoff away from me all the time." The blond expressed with her famous frown on her lips.
"Wanda is...complicated. I'll talk to her."
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Just as promised, nat found the maximoff siblings in your lily decorated room. Wanda sat with her back against the headboard, lighty tracing the outline of your face as you peacefully slept.
"Why are you cock blocking my sister max?"
Wanda turns to the woman leaning on the door frame with a glare, then returns her gaze back to her sleeping sister.
"So?". Nat pressed, stepping completely into the room and sitting at your feet. Wanda swallows thickly before facing the red head.
"She's all I have"
"You have-." Wanda interrupted nat quickly. "I know I have you guys, but she's all the blood I have left."
Natasha frowns in understanding before gently rubbing the younger girls back. "I understand, but I can grantee yelena would never hurt her."
Wanda clutches her fist lightly before thickly swallowing. " What if she leaves and forgets about me me?". Natasha can hear exactly how choked up the girl is.
"That'll never happen"
Wanda flinched in surprise at the voice of her younger sister before looking in her pale eyes. Y/n smiled softly before bringing her hand to caress Wanda's cheek.
Natasha is confused, but the siblings seemed to come to a quiet understanding.
"OK." Is all Wanda says before y/n kisses her cheek before running off to find a certain blonde.
"She be OK." Nat reassures, and Wanda smiles lightly letting out a sigh.
"I hope"
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An: you can tell I didn't know to end this 🫠
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Good day/night! May I request a bottom Natasha x top avenger reader (female)
Something like Natasha crushing hard on reader and has been wanting to get with her for so long. And even though Nat has slept with plenty of men, she’s never slept with a woman before, so after love confessions are revealed and such, reader ends up giving Nat the night of her life like she’s never had before. Full hardcore love making and everything that for sure will leave the red head unable to walk properly the next day. Even with Nat saying “No one has ever made me feel that good like you just did” and lots of aftercare! Praise kink and moaning kink if possible?
Thank you for allowing me to submit my request! Have a good time!
I love bottom Nat <3 hope you enjoy.
Taking Chances
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Summary: You and Natasha are both crushing hard on each other, so during a game of truth or dare, feelings come to light and are confessed, the two of you sharing an intimate night together.
Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Female Reader
Warnings: Humour, Fluff, Smut, Love Confessions, Praise Kink, Moaning Kink, Fingering (Nat Receiving) Oral (Nat Receiving) Face Sitting (Nat on R) Strap-on Use (Nat Receiving), Overstimulation. 18+ only
Word Count: 3.8k
You look to the side as you feel someone staring at you from across the room, your suspicions correct when you see Natasha already looking at you, a blush rising to her cheeks when you catch her, instantly pulling a smile to your face. All of the Avengers were together in the common room, a weekly get together set up by Tony so you could all spend some quality time together and relax away from missions, taking the day off and enjoying each others company.
You and Natasha have been friends ever since you joined the Avengers. Your witty comments and sense of humor instantly drawing you in to her. The thing is, you want more with her. You know about her crush on you, the way she looks at you and how she acts gives her away even though she doesn’t think that you know, but you do. You also accidentally overheard her and Yelena speaking about her crush on you, but you’re waiting for her to make the first move because you don’t want to pressure her or force her into anything if she isn’t ready for a relationship. You know about her past and don’t want to rush her into anything to make her uncomfortable. 
“Sestra, stop looking at Y/n like a love sick puppy and go finally ask her out” Natasha scoffs as she looks at her sister. 
“Yeah right, and have her reject me? No thanks. I rather have her as my friend then make things awkward and ruin things between us” Yelena shakes her head as she hits her sister upside the head.
“You’re so clueless! She feels the exact same way about you, she looks at you like you’re the greatest person to ever exist” Natasha smirks and crosses her arms.
“That’s because I am, something you can’t relate to” Yelena rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue. 
“Whatever. We all know i’m the better sister, but seriously Sestra, on a serious note, you deserve happiness and Y/n is a great person, I mean she is my best friend after all so of course I approve. You won’t know unless you take the chance, and if in any way she doesn’t feel the same at least you tried and don’t have to keep wondering what if” Truth is, Yelena knows all about your crush on her sister and always encourages you to tell her, but you always tell her you’d rather wait for Natasha to make the first move. 
Natasha sighs, letting her shoulders slump as her eyes travel towards you again. 
“I know I know, i’m just… scared. My feelings for her are strong. I think I love her” Yelena smiles at her sister and wraps her arm around her shoulders.
“I know you do. C’mon, let’s join everyone”
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“Guys! Let’s play truth or dare” Natasha rolls her eyes as she looks at Tony.
“No Tony, what are we, twelve?” You laugh and send her a smirk.
“Actually I want to play! I think it will be fun” Natasha shakes her head and smiles.
“Fine, I guess i’ll play the stupid game too” You hear Yelena and Wanda snickering to themselves and whispering as they look at you and Natasha.
“Of course you will Sestra!” Yelena laughs again and her and Wanda grab onto each other as they fall into a fit of giggles. You can’t help but laugh as you give Natasha a teasing smile.
“What? Are you scared you’re going to have to admit your deepest secret or something?” she rolls her eyes at you and let’s out a nervous breath.
“No, this game is just silly and Tony is a child” You laugh and put your hand on her arm, squeezing her bicep in hopes to calm her down. You bite your lip as you feel the muscle underneath your hand, your mind suddenly going in a totally different direction. Heat rises to her cheeks from your touch, and you let go as you look at everyone.
“So how we playing this? If you don’t answer or do the dare you gotta strip a piece of clothing?” you wink over at Natasha, then look around the room at everyone. Tony speaks up right away.
“I think that’s a great idea! I’ll go first. Yelena, truth or dare?”
“Dare of course! Do you even know me?” you roll your eyes at your best friend and shake your head.
“I dare you toooo… kiss the hottest person in the room” Yelena’s eyes instantly travel towards you, and you smirk at her as you raise your eyebrows up and down. You wonder if she will do the dare and finally make her move on Kate. You see the gears turning in her head before she gets up, making your eyes widen. She approaches Kate, the archer looking at Yelena with wide eyes before she feels a set of lips against hers, the two sharing a soft kiss. You grab onto Natasha’s arm and jump up and down in your seat excitedly. Natasha laughs and gives you a loving smile as she admires the way you look when you are all excited and care free. She’s absolutely infatuated by you. 
“Go Yelena!” she rolls her eyes at you but gives you an appreciative smile as she sits back down in her seat, looking at Kate with a smile, the archer blushing and giving her a shy smile back. After some dares going around, and some people stripping, Yelena makes her way back over to you as it’s her chance to ask again. 
“Y/n, truth or dare?” you give her a warning look, already knowing that whatever you choose, it’s going to involve Natasha. 
“Hmm, truth” she smirks at you, whispering something into Wanda’s ear, seeing them nodding to each other as they both look at you. 
“Do you have a crush on somebody in this room and if so who?” you internally groan, glaring at the two of them, seeing Natasha looking at you from the corner of your eye. You can either finally make your move and tell Natasha how you feel, or you can continue to keep it bottled inside and strip a piece of your clothing. You breathe out as you look around the room, nodding your head.
“Yes, I have feelings for somebody in this room” you look over at Natasha and grab her hand, pulling her up with you and walking the two of you to your room. You hear whistles and shouting as the two of you leave, but your focus is on Natasha only.
“Y/n? What’s going on?” you pull her into your room and sit down on your bed.
“Look Natasha, I didn’t want to be the first one to say anything because i didn’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable but I have very strong feelings for you and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to hold you and kiss you and give you all the love I have to offer. You are beautiful and amazing, and you deserve the absolute world, and I want to be the one to give that to you if you let me. I understand if you only want to be friends but what i’m saying is that I love you Natasha” when your eyes finally have the courage to move up off the floor and look at her, you can see tears in her eyes which makes you frown.
“Oh God i’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” she chuckles as she shakes her head, wiping away her tears as she looks at you. 
“No, everything was perfect. You make me feel so loved and special and i’ve wanted to tell you how I felt for so long but I was scared you would only see me as a friend. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before and I never thought I was deserving of it, so this is all new to me and it scares me, but you are so important to me and you don’t know how happy this makes me to hear you say all of this. I love you too Y/n” you can’t help the big smile that takes over your face, instantly wrapping your arms around her and holding her close against you. You feel her relax into your hold and after being wrapped up in each others arms for a few moments, you pull back and cup her cheek as you look into her eyes. 
“So beautiful, and all mine” the blush that takes over her face makes you smile and you can’t help the excitement you feel deep in your bones knowing she loves you back. 
“Can I kiss you?” she nods her head yes, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips against hers, the feel of her soft lips feeling better then you could have ever imagined. You pull back and look at her, looking for any signs that she doesn’t want this as much as you do. She smiles at you reassuringly, pressing her lips to yours once again as the kiss gets heated. You run your hands through her red locks, pulling her closer to you and kissing her deeper, moving them down to her waist as they travel underneath her shirt, feeling her soft skin beneath your fingertips. You feel her pulling back and you look at her, worried that you overstepped. She quells your worries, giving you a soft smile as she rests her forehead against yours. 
“I want you… So much you don’t even know, but i’ve never slept with a woman before. I don’t know what i’m doing. I don’t want to disappoint you or not be good or-“ you cut her off with a kiss to her lips, smiling lovingly at her as you stroke her cheek. 
“Nat, we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, and I promise you that none of that matters because it’s you and everything with you is perfect no matter what” her shy smile makes you fall even deeper, and you are so grateful that she is opening up to you like this and communicating her worries.
“I want you.. Please Y/n” the way it comes out of her mouth so breathlessly makes your stomach swoop with butterflies, the coil in your stomach tightening, determination coursing through you at giving her the best night of her life and really showing her just how much you love her.
“Shh, don’t worry baby, I will take such good care of you tonight. Let me make you feel good and show you just how much i love you” you attach your lips to hers again, laying her down slowly on your bed as you hover over her. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer and you lick her bottom lip asking for entrance which she grants immediately. Your tongues battle for dominance and you take the upper hand, the moan she lets out into your mouth driving you wild. You pull back when breathing becomes necessary, your lips instantly attaching to her neck as you deposit soft kisses to her skin. 
“You sound so good when you’re moaning for me baby, it’s all for me right?” you feel her nodding underneath you, a whimper coming out of her mouth as your teeth pull on her earlobe. 
“Use your words my love” you kiss every part of her jaw and neck, leaving marks that will for sure be hard to cover up the next day. 
“Yes! it’s all for you Y/n, only you” you attach your lips to hers once again as you whisper against them. 
“That’s my good girl” you straddle her hips as you go to remove her shirt, smiling at the blush that takes over her face. You look at her asking for permission, and you pull her shirt over her head once she nods her head yes. You can’t help but to stare are her exposed chest and admire her, feeling tremendously lucky that it’s all for you and only you to look at. She goes to cover herself but you stop her, kissing along her chest and breasts, your hands roaming her entire body. 
“My pretty girl, no need to shy away baby, you’re gorgeous and i’m going to make you feel so so good” you remove her bra, grabbing her breasts into your hands and squeezing them, her moans encouraging you on.
“God your moans turn me on so much, you sound so good baby” she whimpers at your words, and you move down to take her nipple into your mouth, sucking and biting on the hard bud as her hand runs through your hair to keep your head in place. You move to the next one, giving it the same attention, your hands making their way to the waistband of her pants.
“Can I?” she nods rapidly and bites her lip.
“Please! Please Y/n.. I need you” you slide her pants and underwear down her legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor, the sight of her wet core making your mouth water, the urge to taste her strong.
“Fuck Nat you’re so wet for me and i’ve barely touched you. Such a good girl for me. Gonna make you feel so good” she mewls at the praise and you lay in between her legs, spreading them wide as you kiss and bite her inner thighs, her moans and whimpers spurring you on. You never want to stop hearing them. You look up at her, staring into her eyes as you kitten lick her folds, her head instantly thrown back at the amazing feeling.
You continue to lick her folds, her sweet taste instantly coating your tongue and making your eyes roll back. She tastes absolutely divine. You take her clit into your mouth, sucking on it as you slowly put a finger inside her gaping hole, she’s absolutely drenched that your finger easily slides in. You look up at her as you finger her, adding another as you look at her blissed out face.
“So good Y/n, please don’t stop” you move up as your fingers stay inside her, kissing her on the lips as your fingers move in and out of her at a fast pace. She moans in your mouth and you move your lips down to her neck, kissing at her skin and leaving love bites, the moans she lets out into your ear driving you absolutely crazy. Her hands tangle in your hair, keeping your head in place as you fuck her with your fingers, feeling her clench around them, indicating that she’s close.
“F-faster, fuck i’m so close. You feel so good Y/n” you move your fingers in and out of her faster, twisting them as you hit the spongey part inside her.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you rub her clit with your thumb as you move your fingers deeper and faster inside her, her juices instantly coating your hand and dripping onto the bed below as she has her very first orgasm of the night. You ride out her orgasm as she catches her breath, kissing her neck and chest as you let her come down from her high.  
“Wow.. that was amazing” you suck on your fingers as you clean them dry, kissing her once again, her taste lingering on your tongue causing her to moan at the taste of herself.  
“You did so good for me baby. God you taste so good I just want to taste you all night long” she blushes at your words, tugging on your shirt as she looks up at you.
“Can I undress you? I wanna feel you” the way she asks it so shyly makes you smile, and you nod your head as you allow her to pull your clothes off your body. Once you’re naked with her, you press your body against hers, the both of you moaning at the skin to skin contact. You look at her and kiss her softly, a thought coming to your mind.
“Have you ever.. sat on anyone’s face before?” she blushes and hides her face into your neck, shaking her head no. You can’t help but to laugh at her embarrassed state, the thought of her sitting on your face and pulling multiple orgasms out of her turning you on even more then you already are. 
“Do you want to try? I want you to suffocate me with those thick thighs till i can’t breathe anymore and pass out” she giggles and slaps at your chest, biting her lip as she contemplates it, the thought of sitting on your face making her more wet then she already is.
“Are you sure? Nobody i’ve ever slept with before has ever mentioned to try that” you roll your eyes and lay down on your back, looking at her with a teasing smile.
“Yeah because the guys you’ve been with don’t know how to properly please a woman and didn’t appreciate you in all your glory, because trust me, I want nothing more then for you to ride my face and make a mess on me as you cum over and over again” she moans at your words, the thought of riding your face turning her on. She shyly moves up towards you, straddling your stomach as she places her hands on your chest, looking down at you. 
“Are you sure?” you grab onto her thighs and squeeze them, pulling her up towards you and allowing her to straddle your face, instantly attaching your mouth to her dripping core. You moan as her sweetness instantly enters your mouth, eagerly lapping at her folds as you swallow her juices down your throat. 
“You taste so fucking good baby, be a good girl for me and ride my tongue” she moans and throws her head back, grabbing onto the headboard as she rides your face. You grab onto her thighs to hold her in place, never wanting her to get off of you.
“Fuck, your tongue feels so good baby” you moan against her, the vibration making her whimper as she rides your face faster, her juices coating the bottom half of your face, her legs shaking on either side of your head.
“Oh my God, can I please cum? Please?” you nod against her, and she instantly lets go into your mouth, her taste so sweet that you greedily swallow it all. You pull two more orgasms out of her, her moans is music your ears, along with her addicting taste and she rides your tongue slowly to prolong each of her highs, moving herself down your body as she slumps against you, laying her head against your chest as she catches her breath. You run your hand up and down her back, kissing her head as you look down at her, flipping the two of you over as you lay your body on top of hers.
“I’m not done with you yet pretty girl, I wanna fuck you with my cock till you can’t feel your legs” she moans and looks at your backside as you get up off the bed, grabbing your strap from the closest and attaching it to your body. She bites her lip as she looks at the sight in front of her, the view of the strap attached to your body exciting her. You join her back on the bed, getting in between her legs, sliding the toy against her folds to get it wet. 
“I need you inside baby please” you kiss her lips as you line the toy at her entrance, pushing yourself into her, wishing you could actually feel her walls wrapped around you. She moans into your ear, her nails digging into your shoulders at the stretch. You fuck into her at a slow pace, your arms on either side of her head as you kiss her neck. 
“Fuck Nat, I love you. Thank you for giving yourself to me like this. Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock, fuck you’re gonna make me cum too baby” you fuck into her faster, your own orgasm close, her nails scratching up your back making you hiss at the pain. 
“Oh my God! Harder baby please” you grab her legs and put them over your shoulders, bending them as you fuck her harder, your skin slapping together as you pound into her, your orgasm so close as the strap is hitting against your clit in the best way possible, her moans that she lets out driving you closer to your release. 
“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum Nat, your moans are so sexy and turn me on, cum on my cock baby, make a mess for me” her back arches as she screams your name, her orgasm hitting her hard as she squirts all over you, her body shaking and spasming beneath you as her vision turns white, your orgasm hitting at the same time at the sight in front of you. You ride out both your orgasms as you move in and out of her slowly, little whimpers coming out of her at being overstimulated.
“Fuck, you just squirted all over me. That was so fucking hot” she tries to catch her breath at the overwhelming feeling taking over her body, your words lost on her as she takes deep breaths, her mouth dry and her mind hazy.
“Shh, breathe baby, that’s it deep breaths” you get up off the bed, removing the strap and leaving it in the bathroom as you grab a wet towel, going to the mini fridge you have in your room and grabbing a water bottle, before making your way back over to Natasha. You clean her up, apologizing when she flinches back from being sensitive, opening the water bottle and putting it to her lips so she can drink some. Once she’s done drinking you lay down beside her, pulling her into you as she lays her head against your chest, closing her eyes and letting the warmth and safety she feels from you calming her down. Once she regains her composure, you look down at her and give her a loving smile once she looks up at you, a tired smile on her face. 
“I can’t feel my legs” you let out a laugh through your nose as you kiss her forehead, running your hand up and down her exposed back, feeling incredibly lucky to have her in your arms like this. She snuggles more into you, placing her face into the crook of your neck as she relishes in the way you hold her protectively against you, your strong arms and warm embrace making her feel safe and loved for the first time in her life.
“No one has ever made me feel that good like you just did” you smile to yourself, feeling your heart bursting with love at the confession, making it your goal to make her feel this way every time you are intimate with her, determined to give her all the love you have to offer her. You deposit a soft kiss to her lips when she looks up at you, stroking her cheek as you look into her eyes and smile lovingly at her.
“I love you Nat. Will you be my girlfriend?” she grins at you and nods her head yes, kissing your lips repeatedly as her excitement takes over. You think to yourself that you promise from this day on to give Natasha everything she could ever want or ask for, promising to love her till the very end. You’re never letting her go. 
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