#i’ve been overstimulated because of all the fireworks today so i have to take a break from this one

[persephone-s-moon]

Have a gay little WIP

[sunflowersteves]

Unforgivable || ch. one

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your life with Natasha seemed like pure bliss until the team mistakes you for an agent gone rogue. 

Author’s note: There will be a part two!

Warnings: angst, fluff!, swearing, smut with angsty plot, basically the whole team is a dick, SMUT!!, orgasm denial, sex toys, f/f, overstimulation, dom!nat, sub!reader [18+]

m.list // next chapter

Your eyes flutter open to the morning air, the soft sounds of the birds chipping behind the window had gradually woken you up. You turn your head to see Natasha lying peacefully next to you, an arm lazily slung around you. Her red hair was tickling your cheek and you just stared; you lifted up your fingers to gently touch her rounded blushing cheeks.

“I love you, you know.” Your smile showed brightly in her direction, teeth pearly white and eyes sparkling. You giggle at the sensation of her nose poking the side of your neck and her breath fanning just above your ear. “I love you too, Nat.” She peppered small kisses all around your neck and you softly groaned at the fluttering sensation you felt in your stomach. 

She playfully bit down and you yelped, quickly turning back to giggles. She smiled brightly at you and you knew she meant trouble. Her hand slowly lifted up the hem of your shirt and her fingers trailed up your stomach before landing right on your breasts. You only cry out softly when she stops kissing your neck. “You’re so needy and I’ve only been kissing your neck.” You were about to give her a sass before her eyebrow raised a little and you quickly shut up. For eight straight days, Natasha had edged you, fingers deep inside your cunt until you were slipping towards the sweet sensation but she would stop, walking away and leaving you propped up against the wall, your face contorted into a mess and your wetness dripping down your thighs. So, you had to be on your utmost best behavior.

Her kisses became lazy and sloppy on your neck, harsh sucking and biting making your eyes close shut. “Since you’ve been so good, baby girl, maybe I’ll allow you to cum today, hmm?” She lifts the shirt off of you and attaches her lips back to your neck. You gasp as she starts to roughly massage your breast, taking the prominent bud between her fingers and pinching harshly. You look at her with wide eyes, “please…” A pool of wetness started to form in your panties, the aching and throbbing of her lack of touch already getting too much. “Oh, baby. I’m so proud. You’re already begging me to touch you” You whine as she moves her body to face in between your legs. She pulls down your shorts and panties, throwing them across the room somewhere. 

She moans at the wetness that pooled around your gracious pussy and she marveled at her finger spreading it around your wet folds. Her face twitched into a smirk as her fingers teased your clit, circling the sensitive nerves. “So good for me, baby.” You whined and groaned, hands gripping the sheets. Nat wasted no time in inserting two fingers, making a steady pace, and curling just at the right spots.

Your hips started to roll around her fingers, desperate for any kind of friction. She just chuckles and your legs start to involuntarily close. “Keep them open.” She demands, roughly spreading out your “If you don’t behave, I’m not letting you cum.” You tremble out a whine and nod your head, back arching as she inserts her fingers again, this time fucking at a faster pace. Your breath turn to shaky ones and your body twitches when she inserts another finger. “Please…” you begged, fingers pushed and pulled your walls. “Oh, fuck. Nat.” She could feel your walls clench around her fingers. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” just as the coil was about to snap, her face is quick to turn into a smirk as she halts her movements, fingers slipping out of your wet and desperate cunt. 

“Nat..” Her fingers returned to your clit and you jumped, the overstimulation settling in. “You had to be punished first, baby girl. You’ve been naughty all week.” You yelp in agony as her tongue dips between your wet folds. “Because you’ve been so mean! I can’t help it-” She leaves you in gasping breaths as she inserts three fingers, curling just a bit in your cunt.

Your head is thrown back. “I’ve been mean to you, huh? I’ve left you all alone with your throbbing pussy, haven’t I? If you had just behaved, you could’ve came a long time ago.” You couldn’t even speak, the sensation of her fingers in your swollen pussy. Your eyes widen when she grabs a vibrator from the bedside table, swiftly turning it on and pressing it on top of your clit. “Don’t cum yet.”

You squirm underneath her gaze and everything becomes too much, small tears rolling down your face. It was too much, holding in your walls from the utter bliss was making you twitch. The three fingers fucking into your tight pussy was all too much. The vibrator was teasing you, laughing at you that prevented you from coming. But you could do it, you could be a good girl. Your hands started to desperately attach them to her hands as if asking for more pressure. “Ah- Nat, please…”

She turns her head in contemplation, teasing you even more from her fingers pushing in a little bit deeper than before. But she immediately gives in, seeing the torture you had to go through the past week. “You can cum, my love.” You let go, eyes rolling in the back of your head. “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you.” the feeling crashed over you like waves, screaming so loud you thought the neighbors would knock on the door in a panic. You flailed a bit in the bed as her fingers fucked your high out. New tears streamed down your face, the pleasure so intense you could see stars and fireworks as she continued to praise you. 

“You did so well, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m so proud, baby girl.” She then lifts your body into her arms and cradles you, whispering sweet nothings. She then took you into the bathroom to clean you up and help you relax. Every time you would always ask, “What about you? I can-” but she’d always shush you, insisting that your aftercare was more important than her pleasure.

-

For the rest of the day, the two of you were lazy and lounging around the house. You were sitting on the couch eating sweets together when she abruptly turned to you. “I know we’ve been dating for a while and you’ve shown me all of your friend groups but I haven’t shown you mine. I’ve wanted to protect you because of how dangerous my life is but I’ve realized that to fully open up to you, you need to meet my family.” You smile big, eyes crinkling in delight. She wanted to take a big step in your relationship, she wanted to show you a life that she kept closed off at all times. You could finally see some of the people, the heroes, that you’ve seen on the news. You suddenly became super excited.

When you first started dating you could remember when she never told you what her job was, despite being gone for weeks that even turned into months. You had to practically pry it out of her until it was no use and you started to cry in frustration asking if she just didn’t want to be with you and was pitying you. Luckily though, she reassured you that she loves you and it’s just her job. She kept you protected so not only would you have to deal with her baggage but also keep you safe. But you quickly told her that it hurt more that she kept things from you, your mind obviously going towards her just pitying you. From then on, she kept you informed on what she does and her whereabouts.

However, she still kept that life hidden away and tucked on a shelf you couldn’t read. That is, until now. You both change clothes and get ready to head out. She sat on her motorcycle, giving you your own personal helmet. You strap it on and lift one leg over to get on the bike. She then smirks in her helmet a bit as your arms wrap tightly around her abdomen, body pressed up against hers. She could feel your perky breasts on her back, nipples prominent and she practically moaned.

She kicked up the stand and drove off, part of the wind blowing her red hair. 

--

“Oh, wow.” The compound was huge, an immense looking security building with a big ‘A’ logo on the front of it. She took a hold of your hand and gently tugged, indicating for the two of you to walk in. You stared in amazement at the lobby, the modern style contrasting with white marble and some oldies accents around the place. 

She walked you over the elevator and eventually made your way to the compound’s common room where the Avengers all stood. She cleared her throat and they all turned around and gasped at the sight of you, her arms slung around your shoulder.

“Guys, this is y/n.” Clint narrowed his eyes towards you but you made nothing of it as Sam greeted you with a big smile and shook your hand. “We’ve heard much about you, y/n.” You became flustered at his comment, Nat talking about you to her friends made your heart soar. You greeted everyone with a handshake or a wave but Clint, much to your surprise, enveloped you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and before he let go, you didn’t miss the slight whisper in your ear. 

“I know who you really are.” And that confused the hell out of you. What did he mean? Did he know something you didn’t? When he let go, you just played it off as if he had never said a word as did he. Natasha smiled brightly at the two of you, happy that two of the most important people in his life are getting along.

Tony offered you to come to movie nights with the team and you gladly accepted, getting cozily into Natasha’s side. The whole team talked for a while and asked you a bunch of questions about your life. Before you entered, Natasha had told you that they might because they’re so protective so you didn’t think anything of it. However, you noticed Clint’s lack of smiles and interaction towards you. But maybe he’s just having a bad day, you thought. 

Natasha sat up slightly, stating that she’ll go make the popcorn for everyone before you pick the movie since it’s your first movie night with them. Once she was out of earshot, Clint immediately growled at the sight of you. “Stop playing her like that.” Sam whipped his head towards Clint with his eyebrows raised. “Clint, what?” You just looked at him with confused eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clint lifted the paper that he had under his jacket and handed it to Tony. Being right next to him, Rhodey peaked over to look at the folder too. “You’re a stupid lying bitch. Do you really think we wouldn’t catch you? Find out the truth?” You didn’t understand what he was talking about which was evident in your features. What had you done that made him so angry? 

“Wow. You really had us all fooled. Files all here. She’s a Hydra Agent, probably sent in to spy on Nat.” The whole team gasped and stared at you with hardened stares. You then see Scarlet Witch’s eyes glow red as she handcuffs you with her powers. “I don’t-” Tony shoved the file onto your lap and you just stared wide-eyed at the paper. 

Y/N Y/L/N -- HYDRA AGENT -- EXTREMELY DANGEROUS

You wouldn't believe your eyes. Sure, that was your name on the paper but you grew up in Queens, you’ve never seen life outside of New York. How could you be a Russian spy? You were so confused, eyebrows furrowing down at the paper. “This isn’t me.” Tony just looked at you and scoffed. “It says your name right there.” You shook your head, not believing this. Had you really been a trained assassin? You couldn’t hurt a fly. Natasha had told you about how they’ve been known to brainwash, could you really be an operative?

Steve just growled and shook his head, “You filthy human being. Messing with someone’s feelings like that is the worst thing you could do.” Agonizing pain struck through your heart, the thought of Natasha being hurt made your mind turn into straight anguish. But you were also just so confused. Nobody believed that you hadn’t done anything wrong. Nobody trusted you, even though you clearly have no idea what’s going on. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You must have the wrong person.” Bucky just rolled his eyes. “She’s already been through enough from the red room and you really want to play the victim here?” He faked a laugh, “You’re such an ugly human being.” 

For a while, the Avenger’s all kept trying to get you to talk but you just wouldn’t. They thought you were just hiding and being really good at it but the truth was that you just didn’t know anything. “She’s good. She's dodging all the questions and isn’t even scared. Definitely Hydra Trained.” Bucky’s lips pursed. Oh, but you were scared. How could they not see your trembling hands? Your eyes darting all over as you kept telling them you were innocent. Wanda then, with her eyes glowing, got super close to your face as she spoke. 

“Listen closely, we know how Natasha feels about you and don’t think she wants you killed. So we’ll let you go.” She lifts up a finger, anger still evident on her face. “We’ll only let you go if you leave her alone and never see you again or we will end you. I’ll find you myself and rip your throat out.” You gulped and nodded, promising you’ll never see Natasha again. She uncuffed the magic from your wrists and you quickly grabbed your things, tears streaming down your face as you ran as fast as possible to get the hell out of there. 

Natasha came back with lots of bowls of popcorn and she made, as a surprise, ice cream sundaes for everyone to share but she frowned at your presence not being there. And your things? Those were gone too. “Where’s y/n? Why is all of her stuff gone?” All of the Avenger’s faces twisted into facial features of remorse as they set her down, telling her what had just happened. She just angrily set down the food on the table. Tears rolled down her cheeks, sobs rippling out from her throat. 

How could she not see this? How could she be so stupid to let you in, thinking You were so gentle and kind. There was no way that you were a double agent, a spy trying to wiggle your way through her to get to the Avengers. She wouldn’t believe it. Why did you never ask about the team unless she talked to you about it? Why did your heart hammer inside your chest every time she held you? Was Natasha really just played? The one time she freely opens her heart to someone, they completely rip it out to use her?

“What? That’s not possible. S-She-” Clint just shook his head and gathered Natasha in his arms, shushing her as the tears fell. The team calmed her down and all got her to send you a text, telling you it’s over and she never wanted you anyway. Maybe that way, if you cared about her as you said, you’ll leave her alone for good. Of course, they would keep tabs on you for a while before letting you go.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as she thought long and hard. There was just no absolute way you would do something like this. So, she wiggled her way out of Clint’s grasp and took the file out of Steve’s hands. “Nat, you may not want to-” She just shushed him and read through the file. This was definitely your name but something just wasn’t right. She could feel it, in her gut. Nothing on this file seemed to add up to anything you told her. Even though “Wait, I’ve seen this before. This isn’t her.” Rhodey just sighed and placed a hand on her knee. They all thought she was in denial for the love that she had for you. “You guys, she works in humanitarian places and refugee camps there’s no way that this is her.”

“Nat, we know this is going to be really hard but working on moving on is the next best thing.” Nat just shook her head, this wasn’t you. You weren’t born on the day that the file said. Your parents weren’t the same names. The life of your childhood wasn’t the same on paper. If it was all fake, she had to give you props because you told such real-life stories of you growing up and your parents that she couldn’t believe it was true. 

“FRIDAY, can you look up the file y/n y/l/n, please?” She responds and pulls up the file. While she loads and finds the file, the rest of the avengers just sigh and shake their heads in sorrow for Natasha. They couldn’t even imagine trusting someone that much, loving someone so hard it hurt s for them to just backstab her in the back. 

But then the picture right next to the file showed up in big letters right in front of their faces. Steve just gulped as no one said a word. There was an indefinite silence, guilt, and anger, and sadness all rolled into one big empty silence. Especially Natasha. Her friends had driven you out, threatened your life. There was no way you would ever forgive her for not trusting you, for assuming the utmost worst and letter her friends to believe the lie.

On the board was a picture that looked nothing like you, opposite features and opposite body type. Rage started to bubble up inside her, none of the team had still said a word. They mulled over every single nasty and horrible phrases they shouted out to you. Natasha turned to them, fire in her eyes, and face red from anger. “How could you be this stupid?” She shouted, their heads immediately ducked to the ground. “You didn’t think to see what she looked like? I’m so fucking dumb for trusting you all! And Clint, I can’t believe you didn’t consult me first!”

Clint tried to grab her wrist, “Nat, we were just looking out for you.” She whipped around, yelling just inches in front of his face. “Looking out for me? You had to do a minimal amount of more research to find out it wasn’t her! You THINK you’re all protecting me! You’re so unbelievable.” The next words she only whispered, “I should’ve trusted my gut, should’ve trusted her.”

This time Wanda places a hand on her shoulder in attempts to consult her but her nose just flares. “Don’t even get me started on you, Wans. You could’ve read her mind, seen she wasn’t a spy.” Wanda just sighed and dropped her hand as Nat shrugs it off. “I’m sorry, Nat. I was blinded by rage.”

All she could do was grab her things and run out of the building. She could deal with those assholes later. Right now, finding you was more important.

Next Chapter

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 10

Kirishima was one of the students who didn’t have much of a relationship built with Y/n, but he knew she had a lot going on. He also wanted to know why she bugged Bakugo so much. 

“So your father called you? Are you guys close?” Kiri asked. 

“Not really, I bet you he just found out that I wasn’t home.” Y/n told him. 

“Wait why would it take this long?”

“Campaign stuff has him traveling all the time.” Y/n said. “He’s got an image to keep.”

“Oh that’s gotta suck. Are you nervous?”

“No, he’s more chill than my mom. When I was in the hospital after Aizawa messed my shoulder up, she didn’t even go in to see me. I had no idea she was dealing with my case until he told me.” Y/n explained. 

“What! That’s insane!” Kirishima couldn’t believe it. “You don’t even know how long you’re gonna be here do you?”

“Do you? I think it’s all conditional, like till something big happens. Like I mess up or the case reopens”

“I hope nothing else bad happens, we already had that attack on the USJ.”

“You guys didn’t catch the main guy though, you think they’ll give up?” Y/b asked

“Well we’ve been preparing if he doesn’t!” Kirishima told her before she got to the front office. 

Y/n was hesitant to pick up the phone. Her and her father had to of known the call would be recorded, but what was off limits. Everything she knew was isolated, she didn’t know what information was completely public. Her dad has to know why she was here? He does have the number.

“Hi dad! You miss me?” She asked cheerfully.

“Y/n, it’s so good to hear your voice. I got home yesterday and noticed you weren’t there. I thought you were out with friends, but you never answered your phone. I was so worried. You mother filled me in.” He told her. 

“Are you upset?” She asked.

“No, no. I figured each of my kids would have a scandal  at some point.” He joked. “I could yell at you to be more careful or to stop what you’re doing, but I figured out heroes are doing that already.”

“Is mom in denial about it?”

“You’re a good kid, worrying about your parents, but we’ll be okay. I still have to tell your siblings. They’re all over the board.”

“They won’t care too much I bet. I don’t think we’re gonna watch fireworks this year.” Y/n said. 

“Ha, Ha, that’s your big concern right now?” 

“Yeah, that’s when you guys let me scream all I want.” She told him. 

“We’ll all watch fireworks again, I promise.”

“Do you think you can tell mom to send me some of her homemade painkillers? I’ve been quirk training.”

 That's when the mood of the call changed.

“Y/n I thought we told you to not use your quirk! You don’t have to listen to every single thing these people tell you! Don’t they see the side effects?”

“I have a bit of a hard time using it, sometimes it just goes off.”

“Y/n you have controlled that before. You just have to try harder to suppress it. What were you doing when we were gone and you were home alone?”

She test drived anything in the house ranging from alcohol, mislabeled medication in the cabinet, to website mixes on things to relieve pain. She thought alcohol could help because all the tv shows had drunk people drunk to “not feel anything.”

“I would try to sleep it off, but I can’t do that here.” She put in a white little lie. 

“Your mother doesn’t make drugs, don’t say such silly things. I called to check on you and you seem fine other than the teachers forcing you to use your quirk.” Was her father’s goodbye.

No “love you”, she didn’t even get to say bye. Y/n walked and saw the secretary perk up to try and pretend they didn’t witness such an awkward phone call. The gloomy cloud formed as the conversation set in. Outside the front office, she felt too far away from her dorm. She wanted to be hidden. 

 What kept her strong for so long was though she knew her parents weren’t perfect, no one was. They loved her though. They just had bad ways of showing it. The worse thing they did to her wasn’t because of a punishment, but to further their dreams and ideals. They were confident they could achieve it through their children and Y/n was their last hope. Her body wasn’t strong enough, though they failed, Y/n did too. They did their best to accommodate Y/n’s life with her body weakening. They tried to redeem themselves, to protect their daughter. 

 Students flood the halls as their classes were done for the day. She was holding the tears back. Her parents were two people who had dreams, who thought they could handle parenting and their goals at the same time, merging them. They could try again if she could manage her quirk. Find a bathroom, no one will be in there. However in the fret of looking for one, her face crashed into someone. She pulled back quickly, before realizing who it was she was already apologizing.

“Sorry….I’m so sorry I’m just-“ her voice shook as she was still looking around. 

“Are you okay?” 

Looking up, it was Shouji. Why did it have to be a class 1-A student? She already knew what her face looked like. She had so many lonely nights that she couldn’t help to look in the mirror and how her face would break into a sob. She was doing her best not to shatter yet, not in front of the school. 

“Yeah, you saw me kick Iida’s ass.” She tried proving her case.

“I thought you said you shouldn’t compare yourself to others.” 

“You got me there!” She fought against the tears harder. If she could smile they wouldn’t leak out. 

“Do you have to go back to the classroom?” He asked her.

Probably. 

“Yeah, I just figured I’d take the long way.”

“How was the phone call with your father?”

Right in the weak spot. He wasn’t playing games. Straight to the point. 

“It was good enough, you know how dads can be.”

“I didn’t think they were all the same.”

“Well he’s a normal guy nothing weird.” She told him trying to walk away. 

“You’re going the wrong way.” He told her. 

Fuck! She was going towards the bathroom. 

“Well have to pee.” She lied. 

 Going into the bathroom she found no one. It was just like when she was in school. No one goes to the bathroom at the end of the day. She took the paper towel and let her eyes tear up and flow out. She held the sobs back. If everyone wanted to be a hero and heard her cry they’d be nosy and want to know what’s wrong. Today she couldn’t rationalize her dad’s words. Maybe he was just trying to protect her, but he didn’t listen. When she went for lunch the quirk activated on her foot pushing her forward down the stairs. She had to use her hands to save herself. It wasn’t shocking to her or the family she had poor control over it, but everyone thought it was easier than it was to constantly hold back. The painkillers lessen the effects of power. Instead of bleeding, sometimes it would bruise. The breathing problems would have blood. The pills would make her more tired, but numb so of the effects. She wanted them if they were gonna make her use her quirk. 

 Looking into the mirror her eyes weren’t ass puffy, and she didn’t look too bad. No tear streaks. Y/n felt good about that at least.

“You never cease to amaze me, body!” She told herself. 

 Y/n opened the door and found Shouji there, waiting. 

“What are you doing!” She yelled at him. 

“I didn’t know if you used your quirk or not, you could have fainted in the bathroom and no one would know.” He told her. 

“What a sweet hero you are. Now I’m fine, so no more worries!” She told him. 

“I don’t know enough about you to trust you won’t faint.”

“Fine, follow me!” She yelled. She really did lose her right to privacy!

He probably used his ear hands to ease drop. He wasn’t saying much as they walked back to the classroom. The silence was the worst. Were dots being connected? Could his ears listen to her thoughts and read her mind?

“I wanna go to the grocery store so bad, I need a self care day after sitting in a classroom all day so damn much. It’s too much of a change being around so many damn people. You might feel the same having so many ears and noses! You probably get overstimulated and stuff!” Y/n rambled, hoping to throw his thoughts somewhere else. 

“Yeah it gets like that.”he said being vague as possible, only furthering her frustrations.

“How are you so chill about it! If I get slightly uncomfortable I make a scene!” Y/n said loudly.

“You tried hiding.”

“That doesn’t count! If I was with my family I’d tell them I threw up somewhere in the house and forgot where!” Y/n said. “This one time when I was like 6 since my parents were gone all the time my older brother got a dog and a cat because they didn’t notice for two years. Once they found out they couldn’t do anything because we had gotten away with it so long and we were hella responsible.” 

 “How was the phone call with your father.” Aizawa asked because they got to the class, hoping he would not have to hear more about Y/n’s secret cat as a child. 

“Oh why tell you! You’ll be listening to it anyway! And look, your gold star student escorted me all the way back here!” She pointed at Shouji. 

“Thank you Shouji.” Aizawa said. “You probably have some studying you want to get to.”

“I’ll get going.” Shouji bowed.

Y/n’s nerves were calming down as she was helping Aizawa with paper work. He had already listened to the phone call. The phone call didn’t have enough evidence that Y/n’s parents have experimented on her, and even if they did it can’t be proven how harsh it was. Testing has happened to save lives. Her family could have lessened her quirk to save her life. Doubt it, but still a possibility.  Aizawa already filled the holes in himself. The isolation tactic was to silence her from reaching out to anyone. 

“If you need something to take care of the pain, I can take you to the pharmacy or a doctor to run some tests.” Aizawa told her.

 Her general provider was a doctor who worked for her mother. The numbers couldn’t have been all real. 

“It’s fine. I’ve managed my quirk this long.”

“Poorly.”

The emotions were boiling over. Everyone has always been so quick to judge, so quick to label. Why was she being singled out? Was it because of her crimes? Everyone breaks the law sometime! Aizawa has probably made a mountain of mistakes surely!

“What do you even know? All you have is a faux file.” She growled. “My parents love me and want what’s best for me. That’s why I’ve been following your stupid rules and not escaping so they don’t have to worry anymore.”

 It was silly when she heard it out loud. Why did she commit crimes in the first place? If she cared about her parent’s concern, why then?