#natasha phoenix trace imagine

[ryebecca]

daggers in a galaxy far, far away: "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope." - Princess Leia, Star Wars: A New Hope ⭐️

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for @perks-of-being-jojo I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x wife!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Warnings: tiniest allusions to smut, I’m so sorry this is so late but I had my hands full recently

The Hard Deck was packed full with every kind of aviator when you arrived at its front door.

It stood open invitingly and you entered with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, your sundress flowing in the light evening breeze.

The amount of people was overwhelming, the Hard Deck seemed to burst at the seams, but Nat had already told you so.

She was freshly deployed, which was why you were dying to see her.

Back at home you had been living together and you missed her, the flight to Miramar was irritatingly long and you hadn’t seen her in over two weeks, which was why you had decided to surprise her.

She had texted you to say she was going out with the boys and you were excited about it, it was a chance for you to have a grand entrance.

Strolling into the bar you found the aviators you were looking for by the pool table, but nevertheless you went to the counter to buy yourself a drink.

You were excited to see Nat and she looked as beautiful as ever, nevertheless you held back.

Nat didn’t know you were coming but you had decided to visit her over the weekend, because you missed her too much.

You turned to the bartender to order your drink and when you turned around you met the eyes of Nat and her friends, who were suddenly watching you.

Despite feeling self-conscious you reciprocated the stare, a smile appearing on your lips at the way Nat and her friends were looking at you.

You knew the dress looked good on you but the hungry and surprised stares were also a big indication.

Over at the pool table Nat’s eyes were wide as she saw you standing by the bar, not believing her eyes that you were actually at the Hard Deck.

She was standing between Jake and Bradley, who too were looking at her wife, not knowing who she actually was.

“Jeez, Bradshaw, would you look at that,” Jake spoke up, glancing at his fellow aviator to find him transfixed by your presence.

“A woman of your taste, is it?” He asked his friend but didn’t see how Nat nodded her head at the question, instead focusing on his favorite male rival.

He watched as Bradley swallowed slightly as you seemed to look back at him, sending him a smile in the process.

You seemed into it, so a devilish grin appeared on Jake’s face.

“I dare you to go talk to her and ask her out,” he added, and watched as Bradley’s eyes finally fell from your form to look at him.

He could see the tips of Bradley’s ears turn pink but Bradley lifted his chin defiantly, sending his friend a grin.

Neither of the men noticed Nat’s surprised smirk but she didn’t say anything, letting everything play out in front of her.

You just got your beer from Penny, breaking eye contact with your wife to receive said beverage, when a beefy, mustached guy, undoubtedly Bradley Bradshaw, suddenly appeared in front of you.

It took you a second to realize that he was talking to you when you took a sip, your wedding ring gleaming in the light of the bar.

He didn’t seem to mind.

“So, I couldn’t help seeing that you were staring at me earlier. And to answer your question; yes, I would be the best you ever had,” he came on strong, and you had to fight yourself to keep a straight face.

You desperately wanted to laugh as you realized Bradley was exactly like Nat had described him.

“Oh wow, that’s impressive. And here I thought the ‘stache was a woman-repellent,” you answered as you looked up at him, batting your lashes as you perceived his reaction.

For just a second Bradley seemed taken aback but then he leaned closer, putting his arm on the bar beside you.

“You know, actually it does wonders in just the right places,” he answered, and the fight to keep a straight face was once again almost hopeless.

You were just about to say something when Nat and who you assumed was Jake joined the conversation.

They just stood next to you, making a group out of the two of you.

While none of the guys had any context Nat was quick to act, reaching up to angle your chin towards her and going in for a heated kiss.

The men’s eyes widened as Nat pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other hand leisurely grabbed your ass, holding onto it and squeezing it a little, to assert dominance.

It was all quite amusing to you but above it all your chest swelled with pride at how possessive your wife was, that she didn’t let her friend even think about you.

Jake let out a small whistle as he watched you and Nat’s grin was proud when she pulled away, her hand not leaving your body as she glanced at Bradley.

“Bradshaw, Seresin, meet my wife,” she said with her voice rougher than usual, which in turn had you smiling with pride.

The men looked dumbfounded and Bradley chuckled in confusion, before his face turned into a rather polite expression.

“Nice to meet you,” he replied like a mechanism and Jake laughed at him, while Nat’s attention was solely on you.

“What are you doing here, babe?” She asked as she smiled at you, and you returned the favor.

“I just missed you, is all,” you replied in a low voice, and she moved even closer to hold you to her.

She pressed a kiss to your cheek before she pulled away, her eyes roaming your face before they finally redirected to her fellow aviators.

“Sorry, gents, we’ll be leaving now,” she said as her hand fell to yours and she intertwined your fingers.

“I have my wife to take care of, and only limited time,” she added, and before you knew it you found yourselves in Nat’s truck, with her hand already under your skirt.

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See Something You Like, Sweets?

Summary: The four times Natasha notices you staring at her arms and the one time she says something. This was all inspired by me thinking about the scene of her doing push ups on the tarmac.

Pairing:Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x afab!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol and slight mentions of smut, if you blink you’ll miss it. I think that’s it??? Let me know if you find one I missed. 

Word count: 2371

Masterlist

I mean look at those fucking arms, also for some reason the best gif I could find

One

The first time Natasha ever noticed you looking at her arms was actually the first time she had ever met you. You were a new bartender at the Hard Deck. You just so happened to have your first day on one of the hottest afternoons fightertown California has ever seen. The Dagger Squad had all planned on meeting up that Saturday and Natasha seemed to be the first one there.

She strolled up to the bar expecting to see Penny or even Jimmy. To her surprise she saw you instead. You were standing talking to one of the regulars Natashsa saw every time she was in the establishment. She waited patiently for your conversation to be over her eyes scanning the patrons in the bar. She carefully scoped out the pool table to see if she would have to politely shoo anyone away. Fortunately she didn't see anyone around the table so she wasn’t worried. 

“What can I get for you?” she heard from beside her. She looked up and locked eyes on you and her breath was taken away. You were absolutely stunning and had on a really shimmery lip gloss that had her eyes zeroing in on your lips. 

“I’m gonna get a bottle of the Sam Adams Summer Ale please.” she politely replied resting her forearm against the warm bar top. Her other hand pulled her wallet out of her pocket. You nodded her way with a smile before turning to grab the bottle from the cooler behind you. Her eyes briefly flickered over your t-shirt, noticing the words ‘Eat More Candy’ splayed across the back of the tie dye material. She fished her card out as you turned back towards her with the bottle in hand. 

“Here ya go.” You said as you slipped the bottle towards her. She went to hand you her card with the hand that wasn’t resting against the bar but she realized you weren't paying attention to her. She followed your eyes and noticed you were looking directly at her arm. She had on an old Guns and Roses t-shirt and had rolled the sleeves up so her arms were on perfect display. 

“I’m gonna open up a tab, sweets.” She said to you with a knowing smirk on her lips. A blush spread across your already heat reddened cheeks. Your fingers brushed hers as you grabbed the card from her hand. Then she was grabbing her beer and walking towards the pool table. She kept her eyes on you as she waited for everyone else to arrive. As they filed in she was quickly pulled into the chaos that was a Saturday night with the group of aviators. The only interactions she had with you were quick as the bar had picked up and left you extra busy. 

Two

The second time she noticed you looking at her arms was the second time she saw you. She hadn’t been to the Hard Deck since the first time meeting you. Things at work had been hard and she was stuck working extra hours training. Her and Halo had decided on a much needed girls night in. So that Friday they found themselves with mud masks on their face standing in the middle of the corner store by Halos apartment in search of snacks.  

She was searching through the wine selection when she heard the bell above the door chime. She glanced up and to her surprise spotted you walking towards the aisle she was currently in. As you walked past her she inhaled deeply and got the scent of you. You smelled like peaches and vanilla and she decided she would never get enough of that smell. You stopped not far from where she stood and surveyed the shelves before you. 

“Hiya sweets.” Natasha called out to you. You whipped your head around at her words and quickly scanned your eyes over her. You took in her converse, her long legs that lead to her shorts then you were dragging your eyes over her tank top and and to her arms that were once again on full display. She smirked once again as she noticed your stare. 

“Natasha, Right?” You asked her as you tore your eyes away from her arms. She simply hummed in response. Looking at the oversize crewneck and leggings you were wearing.  

“Do you know what red wine is good here?” You asked her as your eyes went back to the shelves. 

“I’d go with the Gato Negro brand. Their Cabernet Sauvignon is really good and super cheap.” She told you as she reached out to pick up a bottle in front of you. She purposely flexed her upper arm as she noticed your eyes dart back towards the muscles. 

“Thank you.” You squeaked out before grabbing the bottle and darting towards the register. She noticed you pick up a king size three musketeer and a bag of sour gummy worms that were on the shelves next to the register. Then you were slipping out the door into the humid night air. 

Three 

The third time she caught you staring at her arms she made sure to give you quite the show. You had once again been behind the bar when she walked into the Hard Deck. She sauntered over to the bar and waited for you to get done cleaning a glass before you were turning towards her and giving her a sickeningly sweet smile. The same shimmery lip gloss adorning your lips as the first time she saw you. This time however you were chewing on a piece of gum. 

“Sam Adams Summer Ale?” You asked her as you slightly cocked your head to the side rolling the gum along the roof of your mouth with your tongue. 

“That would be the one.” She replied, reaching into her khaki uniform pants to pull out her wallet. She gave you her card as you passed her the beer. 

“Thanks, sweets.” She said as you hummed in reply. Then she was turning and heading towards the dart board where Bob, Fritz and Yale were at. She quickly joined the other aviators in the game. 

“Hey Phoenix, that new bartender keeps looking at you.” Bob whispered to her as she went to grab the darts from him. She turned her head and sure enough her eyes landed on you. You were already looking her way. You sheepishly looked away as her eyes caught yours. 

She readied herself to throw the dart and noticed out of her peripheral that you were staring at her again. She brought her hand up, fingers wrapped around the dart before she flexed her bicep and sent the dart soaring towards the board with a skilled flick of her wrist. She landed a bullseye and turned to see you absentmindedly blowing a pink bubble with your gum. The bubble popped as you once again caught her eyes on you. You gave her a small smile before turning to help someone that just walked in. 

She frequently caught your eyes on her arms as she played darts that Monday night. She even noticed them on her arms as she played a round of pool with Harvard, Hangman and Fanboy. She spotted them on her arms while she sang along to a song Rooster played on the piano. Her arms hurt slightly by the end of the night with all the muscles she was flexing trying to get your attention. But it was worth it everytime she would catch your eye and see your reaction. 

Four

The fourth time Natasha saw you staring at her arms was completely unexpected. It was Wednesday afternoon and she was doing push ups on the tarmac after failing to get a tone on Maverick in that day's exercise. Her flight suit was tied around her waist, strings of her hair had fallen from her updo and were framing her sweaty face. Her black t-shirt didn’t help protect her from the sun beating down on her. She could feel sweat over every inch of her body. She was only on push up one hundred and twelve and still had eighty eight to go before she could go and shower. 

As she neared push up one hundred and fifty two she could’ve sworn she caught a whiff of peaches and vanilla. She whipped her head up as the smell entered her nose again. Her eyes landed on you, standing and talking to Warlock. She thought maybe you were a mirage and the sun was finally getting to her until her eyes worked up your form. She took in the sandals adorning your feet, the light colored skinny jeans on your legs and then she spotted your ‘Eat More Candy’ t-shirt. You were facing her direction, Warlocks Khaki covered form barely shielding you from her. 

Her eyes flicked to your face and she saw your glossed lips moving as they formed words she couldn’t hear. There was no way she wasn’t dead, she decided. You looked utterly ethereal standing with the wind blowing through your hair lightly. She had stopped counting her push ups as soon as she caught sight of you so she had no clue what number she was on. But she did spot your eyes racking over her form as you continued your conversation. 

Your tongue came out to slip across your lip before you made eye contact with her. You sent her a bold wink as you turned around and walked away from her. Her eyes went down your back as you walked away swaying your hips. You laughed loudly at something Warlock said, your head tilting back. Then her view of you was blocked as Hondo’s form came between your shrinking frame and her face. 

“Are you distracted or something Phoenix? You passed two hundred about twenty push ups ago.” He questioned her with a concerned look on his face. 

“No Hondo, I'm all good, just been a long day.” She replied as she stood up and looked for you. But you were nowhere in sight and she thought for a second maybe you really were a mirage. She shook her head clear of the thoughts of you as Bob cleared his throat nodding towards the building in a silent question on if she was ready to go and change. Nodding her head in reply they silently made their way to the large building. Her thoughts slipped back towards you as her feet carried her away. 

Five 

The fifth time she caught you looking at her arms she finally decided to say something about it. Maverick had requested a game of dog fight football. In his words “It’s been forever since we played and I think we need to boost morale since work has been so strenuous lately.”. No one argued with that so they all gathered at the Hard Deck Friday morning. They had gotten in a game or two before Coyote threw the ball too far and she went to retrieve it. 

As she got close to the ball she noticed an umbrella and chair set up. But she didn’t see anyone occupying it so she shrugged and went back towards the crowd of rowdy aviators. Another game went by before she saw someone emerge from the water and head towards the chair and umbrella she noticed earlier. As she looked closer she noticed it was you. You wrapped a large beach towel around yourself before sitting down in your chair. You reached into the bag next to the chair and grabbed out a book and some twizzlers.

You pulled a twizzler out of the bag and stuck it between your lips before biting off a piece of it. Opening your book your eyes started to scan the pages. Natasha reluctantly tore her eyes from you as someone yelled her name. She turned around just in time to miss being tackled by Payback. Ducking under his arm she ran towards the other end of the game hoping to catch the ball from one of her teammates. 

“Isn’t that the new bartender down there?” Came Hangman's voice as they all took a much needed water break. 

“I’m pretty sure I saw her on base the other day as well.” piped in Omaha. 

“You are both correct, she was on base visiting Warlock who also happens to be her uncle.” Maverick told the curious aviators, Natasha finally dragged her way down to where you were sitting. Much to her surprise your eyes were already on her form. Looking over your sunglasses you were drinking in her sand and sweat covered body. 

“I’m gonna go say hi.” She spoke to the group before grabbing another water bottle from the cooler and heading your way. You put your bookmark inside your book as you closed it and slipped it back into your bag. 

“See something you like, sweets?” she asked you once she got close enough to hand you the other water she grabbed. You took it with a smile on your face, blushing as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. She followed the movement with her eyes sucking in a breath as you released the plump flesh. A sweet smile formed on your lips. 

“And what if I did?” You asked her flirtatiously which took her by surprise. She stared at you for a moment, noticing the way your eyes ever so slowly took her in. Clad in shorts and a sports bra she left very little to the imagination. Your eyes focused on her arms before she cleared her throat. 

“How do you feel about getting out of here and getting something to eat, sweets?” She asked you as her hungry eyes took in the hungry look clouding your own. 

“I’d like that very much.” You purred in response, the smile on your face making her knees grow weak. 

“I’ll go grab my stuff and meet you in the parking lot in 5 minutes.” You nodded your head at her statement before standing up to gather your things. As she walked away from you, she was sure that this day was going to end with her getting a taste of just how sweet you were.

A/N:This woman has me in a chokehold. I love her so much. Please make sure to stay hydrated babes!

Tags(Open): @wkndwlff​ & @sylviebell​

[words-4u]

true connection - n.'p'.t

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader

wc: 1k

a/n: (can you tell i’m on a top gun high rn?) this wasn't requested i just really think monica barbaro is hot and needs more love on this app 🫶🏾

top gun: maverick masterlist

call sign = haven

"just go talk to her already!" your best friend whispered in your ear. "it's getting pathetic, y/n/n."

you smacked rooster's chest and felt his abs clench at the contact. he was right though, the situation was getting pathetic. a few days ago the best pilots topgun has ever seen were called back for a mission that hasn't been disclosed yet. among the graduates called back were hangman, coyote, bob, payback, fanboy and of course your phoenix.

you've harboured a crush on pheonix since flight school and rooster was the only one who knew mostly cause he was always around to catch you staring and it looks like nothing has changed. here you were all back at the hard deck, you and rooster handing out the bar while you observed the rest of the group playing pool.

"you say that like it's easy! i barely spoke to her outside of the classes we shared. i don't even know where to begin now," you slumped your head on one hand while the other toyed with the straw in your drink.

"ask her what her favourite plane is or her favourite colour, i don't know but you better come up with something quick because she's making her way over here," rooster took his drink and quickly walked off.

"wha–" you watched your best friend (former now for pulling a fast one like this) join the others. he gave you a thumbs up before settling into a conversation with payback.

"hey pen, can i get a rum and coke," phoenix ordered taking the seat rooster recently occupied. "and another one of whatever she was having."

"oh no i-i was just leaving actually," you didn't want to lie to her but you just weren't ready for rejection not tonight (or any night really).

"c'mon just stay for one drink, pleeeaase." she begged pouting.

"you're making it extremely hard to say 'no' to that face."

"then don't say 'no'," she said pushing the freshly made drink into your hands.

you smiled in defeat and held your glass up to cheers hers before taking a big gulp.

"so haven, i have a question to ask," she said toying with the lime on the side of her drink. a telltale sign that she's nervous but what the hell could she be nervous about?

"i may be able to answer it but i make no guarantees," you replied.

she smirked at your answer. "okay, smartass. in all seriousness though, you haven’t come up to me at all tonight. why is that?“

you froze for a few seconds trying to understand what she was asking. was she really waiting all night for you talk to her?

"uh... i didn't know you wanted me to."

"of course i wanted you to," she quickly replied. sitting on her stool, her whole body was now facing you. "i was hoping that after a couple years of not seeing each other, i don't know…you'd be excited to see me. i know i was when i saw you walking in with rooster. god, hangman and coyote would not stop making kissy noises at me."

"i am excited!" you jumped spilling your drink in the process. "shit,"

you reached across the counter to grab a bunch of napkins before the realization hit you. "wait, did you say that hangman and coyote were making kissy noises at you? why on earth would–"

phoenix raised an eyebrow at you.

"natasha..."

"y/n..."

"do you like me? cause i'm gonna need to hear you say it out loud for me to actually believe it."

she tilted her head back in laughter. "yes, y/n. i like you. i have for a while."

"what?" phoenix aka the girl you were crushing on for years has liked you back this whole time. damn, you were slow. "i've liked you for a while."

"i know. well, i had an inkling but i didn't want to ruin the dynamic between us. we made such good partners in class,” she bumped her shoulder against yours.

"we did, didn't we? i just didn't think you were into girls or me for that matter so i didn't really do anything about it."

"well, can i tell you a secret?" phoenix asked leaning in. you could feel her hot breath on your ear, fanning down your neck. "i am so into you.”

once you turned around, you were face to face with her, your lips just inches away from each other. phoenix started to lean in but slowly giving you time to back out if you wanted but there was no way that was happening. you've waited what felt like a lifetime for this moment.

when your lips finally connected, the flutter you've had for years around her intensified. you could only focus on phoenix's hand now cupping your cheek as she held your face close to hers. her lips were soft just like you had imagined and as the seconds passed, you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter.

cheers and eruptions broke out from behind you as you hid your face in natasha's neck.

"that's my girl getting her girl," rooster clapped.

"here's your stupid $20," hangman handed fanboy a crumpled bill.

"thank you very much," fanboy said smoothing it out and placing it in his pocket.

"you guys bet on us?" phoenix yelled over the music. she wasn’t mad though because honestly there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this moment for her.

"yeah, i bet on you guys because i know a true connection when i see it. it was hangman who bet against you," fanboy pointed at hangman like he was in grade school tattling to a teacher.

"true connection, eh?" pheonix turned back, smirking at you. "i don't about you but i feel like i need to test it out a little more."

"oh do you?"

"yeah," she said lifting your chin closer to her face. "i think i do."

before you could say anything else, she closed the gap leaving you breathless once more. kissing phoenix was not what you thought would happen walking into the hard deck tonight but it's all you ever want to be doing and then some leaving the bar.

[topguncortez]

First Time- N. Trace

pairing: Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x female!pilot word count: 3k warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), fxf smut, Hangman (yes, he is his own warning) based on this request:

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“Never?!” The loud sound of a beer bottle hitting the table had you cringing, as the boys at the table started snickering at your confession. Hangman’s jaw was slightly dropped at the revaluation and you wanted to hide under the table. 

The simple game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ went from the innocent topics of stealing a pack of gum to faking an orgasm. The second Rooster had a smirk on his face and said his confession, everyone groaned as they took a drink, except you. 

“You’ve never come from head?” Hangman asked again. 

“Never had it,” You mumbled, sipping your beer. 

“Never?!” Hangman said again and you rolled your eyes, “Even Bob has! Do you live under a rock? Oh my god… are you still a-?” 

“No, i'm not still a virgin,” You blushed. 

“But what about your last boyfriend?” Hangman asked, “The uh… the radar operator!” 

“Wasn’t ‘in to it’” 

“Oh you poor girl,” 

You rolled your eyes once again and threw a discarded poker chip at him. The game picked back up, but you couldn’t help but notice a certain pilot's gaze on you. You looked up at Phoenix and gave her a shy smile. She smiled back and then turned to respond to something Coyote said. It was no secret the tension between the two of you. You guys had hit it off from the jump, being the only two females here. You two had created an alliance the first night at the hard deck and it went on from there. You guys would spend nights after training together, watching stupid reality tv shows, or going to the gym, or getting drinks. There was constant flirting, and glances and touches that would drive the both of you crazy. 

You bit your lip and looked down at your now empty beer as Rooster asked the next question. You excused yourself from the group and walked to the kitchen to get something else to drink. Phoenix watched as you left and then got up to follow you, asking if anyone else wanted a drink. You looked over your shoulder as she placed some empty bottles in the sink before turning to lean against it and gave you a smile. 

“So. . . it’s true? You’ve never gotten head?” Phoenix asked, as you scanned the diminishing beer selection. 

“Yeah,” You said, “There’s like nothing in here, besides budweiser,” 

“I got a case of mic ultra back at my dorm,” Phoenix said, “Wanna make a run back?” 

“Sure,” You shrugged. She nodded and grabbed her jacket and keys. You both walked back into where the boys were now talking about some stupid basketball game, “We’re going on a beer run, be back in like 20.” 

“Oh! Get more crown please!” Fanboy yelled and you nodded. 

Once settled in Phoenix’s car, she looked over at you and asked again, “So you have seriously never gotten any oral sex?” 

“No,” You chuckled, “I just. . . it’s hard for me to even get off from sex in general. Usually I just fake it or the guy I'm with doesn't even pay enough attention to know if I’ve cum or not.” 

“Hangman was right, you poor girl,” Phoenix laughed and you shook your head. 

The ride was quick back to the dorms, as you followed Phoenix into her dorm room. It was small, just like the rest of them, but she did a good job of making it her own. As she went to go find the beer, you looked around the small living room she had. There were various band posters and pictures of her friends and family. You sat down on the small couch and let out a sigh. 

“Here,” she said and handed you a beer, “Looks like you need it.” 

You let out a laugh and cracked it open, taking a sip before leaning back in your spot, “Am I just broken? Like I like sex, I want to have sex, I just can’t like. . .” 

“Maybe it’s just not with the right person,” Phoenix said with a shrug. You looked over at her, your eyes going to her lips as she licked them before clearing her throat, “Sometimes men just don’t know what the hell they are doing and hate to admit it.” 

“Yes! Like let me help you!” You said making Phoenix laugh too, “I’m pretty sure I know what feels good and how to help you out. Just let me.” 

“I think it’s kinda hot. Ya know, when they ask and you tell them.” 

You nodded, feeling a sudden rush of heat between your thighs. You shifted in your spot, squeezing your thighs together, which didn’t go unnoticed by Phoenix. She moved in her spot and got a tad closer to you. 

“My favorite thing is when they look up at you and demand you to tell them what you want them to do. Where to touch them, or better yet, when you take their hand and direct them what to do.” 

“Y-yeah, that would be. . . nice,” You let out a nervous chuckle, “Another thing on my bucket list.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Phoenix said, shaking her head, and moved away from you, “We should get going,” Phoenix went to stand up but you stopped her grabbing her wrist. You gave her a look and she sat back down on the couch closer to you than before. Her knee touched your thigh and you felt like your skin was burning. Your hand had slid from her wrist to being in her hand and you took a deep breath. 

“What does it feel like?” 

“Head?” 

“Orgasms, in general,” You asked, a deep blush on your cheeks. 

“Well, uh,” Phoenix said, clearing her throat, “Ya know when you drop on a rollercoaster?” You nodded, “It’s like that but so much better. It’s hard to explain. You get this feeling, kinda like you really need to pee,” She laughed, “But it’s the best feeling.” 

“Phoenix. . . can you-” You fumbled with her hand, “What do you do or have them do to get you there?” 

Phoenix smirked at your sudden nervous nature. You were quieter than most pilots but still not as shy and quiet as Bob. You were always confident, never shying away from a task or a dare. But to watch you have this uncertainty and curiosity in your eye was making a certain heat rise in Phoenix. She tested the waters, placing her hand on your thigh and felt the goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“Well, I usually start with kissing, make the connection ya know,” Phoenix said and you nodded a little too enthusiastically for your liking, “Start with lips, god some people just have the softest lips I have ever felt. I usually feel them up, feel their bodies,” She gently traced her fingers of your tan skin, moving them tantalizingly slow up and down your thigh, “and then move from their lips to their jaw, to their neck. Usually there is this spot,” She gently brushes your hair back from your neck, “Right here,” She tapped, “That just makes your toes curl and makes your squirm.” 

You sucked in a breath as the feeling in between your thighs grew. It was almost too much as you found yourself trying to move your hips for some type of friction. You had never been so turned on from just talking and simple touches. You didn’t even know it was possible. Phoenix bit her lip as she watched you move in your seat. You looked down at your hands in your lap, too embarrassed by your body’s reaction to look at her. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” You answered, still not looking up. Phoenix grabbed your chin gently making you turn your head to look at her. Your eyes were wide with lust and she looked over your face and settled on your lips. Her thumb gently grazed your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. 

“What do you feel?” 

“What?” 

“I know you feel something, you’re squirming in your seat,” Phoenix said looking down at your clenched shut thighs, “Tell me,” 

“Warm,” You said, and closed your eyes in embarrassment. Your mind was running with delay and you had to gather your thoughts before speaking, “I-I feel warm, like my body, and other. . . areas. I think I feel my-my. . . ya know wet?” 

“Yeah, that happens when you’re turned on,” Phoenix said, and went back to caressing your thigh. 

“It’s like a tingle, when I move a certain way it feels good.” 

“How about this?” Phoenix asked and moved to straddle you, “What do you feel now?” 

“You on top of me,” You said innocently, and she smirked, “But I feel more warmth and like. . . a pulse?” 

“Totally normal. I’m shocked, no one has made you feel like this?” 

“Not like this. I only feel like this when I watch uh. . .porn,” You mumbled the last of your sentence. Phoenix raised her eyebrow and bit her lip, “Maybe I can show you. . . sometime?” 

“I think I'd like that,” Phoenix sighed and then leaned in, grabbing your face in her hands. You closed your eyes as you felt her lips ghost over yours, before she finally kissed you. Her lips were soft, just as you had imagined.

Phoenix moved her hands from your face, to tangling in your hair, as yours went to her hips. She moved in a way, that one of her legs was in between yours and she was situated in between one of yours. She moved her lips, just like she said she does, from your lips to your jaw, placing kisses down to your neck. You let out a breathy moan as you felt your hips buck and the feeling of her strong thigh between your legs. You could feel her smile against your neck as you moved your hips again, letting out a louder moan at the feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” You let out as your felt Phoenix bite your neck, and threw your head back against her couch. 

“You like that?” 

“Yes, fuck, Nat,” You said, running your hands along her back. 

“Sit up,” Phoenix ordered you. You did as told and she lifted up your shirt, your nipples straining through your whtie sports bra. She gently ran her fingers over the erect nubs and watched as you withered at the feeling, “Anyone touch you here?” 

“No,” You whimpered, “I need- fuck,” You could feel yourself clench around nothing, as you moved again against her thigh. Natasha lifted up your sports bra, and you sat up so she could remove it. She leaned back in, kissing your neck a couple times before moving to kneel in between your legs. You whimpered at the loss of weight on your lap, but sucked in a breath as her tongue swirled around your right nipple. 

“Oh my god,” You bucked your hips up, “More, I need more,” 

“What do you feel?” Phoenix asked you, as her finger went to your nipple, rolling it between her thumb and pointer finger. 

“I can feel myself, clenching around nothing, fuck Nat, I need something,” You could feel your achy hole begging for some sort of penetration. Phoenix licked your nipple before taking the whole thing in her mouth and sucking on it. Your hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and scratching at the base of her neck. She moved from your right breast, to your left one, her hand coming to pay attention to the now neglected side. She bit into the flesh and you pulled at her hair. She sucked gently on the upper part of breast, making sure to leave a mark only visible to the two of you. 

You felt her hands move up your thighs, before they dipped into the waistband of your shorts. She removed her mouth from your chest and looked up at you, and you nodded frantically. You lifted your hips enough so that she could slip your shorts down your leg. She threw them to the side and leaned in to place kisses on the inside of your thighs, occasionally biting and sucking marks into the soft flesh. 

“No shorts for a week,” You breathed out. 

“Nah, I want them to see,” Phoenix winked at you. She stopped right before the area you needed her the most. She bit her lip as she could see your glistening core through your sheer lace pink underwear. She ran her finger over the soaked covered area and watched as you withered in your spot. Even the slightest touch had you melting underneath her. Phoenix leaned in and placed a kiss right on your clothed clit and lurched forward at the feeling. 

“Jesus fuck,” You called out, “You haven’t even done anything and I’m already like this.” 

“Because babe, when the job is done right, you should be begging for more,” Phoenix said, and dragged her fingers up your hips to your underwear. 

She tossed them with your shorts, and wasted no time, spreading your open and licking a stripe from your core to your clit. Your moan echoed off the wall as your hand went to her hair, pulling her in closer. Her nose nudged your clit as her tongue licked a circle around your opening before diving in. She moaned at the taste of you on her tongue as she thrusted her tongue into you. 

“Natasha,” You whined, “More. I need. . . use your fingers, please.” Your brain somehow remembered what Phoenix had said earlier about being directed. Natasha looked up at you, and she wished she could take a picture of your fucked out look. She lifted her hand to your mouth, and you opened your mouth instinctively to suck on her fingers. Once they were wet with your saliva, she brought them down to your opening. She circled around it, and placed a kiss on your clit. You moved your hips, trying to get her to touch you. 

“So fucking needy,” Phoenix said, her voice lower and somehow in a mocking tone, “You’re never going to want to go back to men.” 

“Fucking touch me,” You begged and Natasha did as she was told. 

She pushed two fingers inside of you, and sucked your clit into her mouth. You knew you were a goner as she curled her fingers in you, hitting that sweet spot right at the top. She licked and sucked at your clit, making sure to pay attention to all the area around it. You couldn’t help but pull her face in closer and grind your hips. Not that Phoenix minded at all as she moaned at the feeling of you using her and chasing your own pleasure. It was quite a sight as she looked up at you, head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and gyrating your hips in such an obscene way. She could feel you clench around her fingers. 

“You close baby?” Phoenix asked, pulling away. 

“So-so close, oh my god, it feels-” 

“Like you have to pee?” 

“Yeah,” You breathlessly chuckled. 

“Just let go, I got you babe,” Phoenix said and went back to lapping at your clit. 

You feel your belly tighten and your toes curl and thighs try to close at the pleasure. Phoenix didn’t mind as your thighs tightened around her head, as you chased your orgasm. She watched as your body contracted, silent moans coming out of your parted pink lips as you let the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your body and brain somehow seemed to match up and you let out a scream of pleasure. Phoenix helped your ride out the pleasure, not stopping the curling motion of her fingers or the gentle suck on your clit. You laid your head back on the couch, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. You had to push Phoenix’s head away from you, feeling too much at once. 

Phoenix smirked as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you opened your eyes to see looking up at you. She looked even more beautiful, her messy hair, swollen lips and lust filled eyes. You placed your hand on her head, patting her head gently. You both laughed at the movement, knowing that was all your brain could probably muster up to do. 

“That was. . . shit, you’re right. I’m never going back to men,” You said. 

Phoenix chuckled, “Told ya,” 

You bit your lip and moved to sit up a little more.  You leaned down and captured her lips with yours. You could taste yourself on her tongue, and for some weird reason, you liked it. You pulled away and Phoenix looked at you. 

“It's my turn for you to teach me.” 

— — — 

The next day, you and Phoenix walked into class together. Both of you are somewhat closer than ever before. The night was spent with exploring feelings both sexual and emotional. You guys hadn’t put a label on it yet, but there was an unspoken knowledge that you two were together. You sat in your normal seats, Phoenix next to Bob and you next to Hangman. But the second you sat down next to him, you wish you hadn’t. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake said with a smirk on his face that you so badly wanted to smack off of him, “How are you today?” 

“It’s 6 in the morning and I’m seeing your stupid face, how do you think I’m doing?” You snapped back. 

“Oh I’m guessing you’re great. I’m guessing you relieved some much needed tension last night,” Hangman gave you a look and you could feel the red creeping up on your face, “Did you sleep nice? Cause I didn’t. My next door neighbor was going at it all night. And whoever she was with. . . they were doing a good job.” 

You glanced over at Natasha who had a smirk on her face as Bob was looking back and forth from you, hangman and Natasha. When he figured it out, his eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped. He looked at Phoenix who rolled her eyes and hit his chest. He then held his first up to bump knuckles with his flight partner. 

“You’re just jealous that you haven’t made a girl scream like that,” You said and winked at Natasha. You grabbed your book and moved to the otherside of the room, taking a seat next to Rooster. 

“No, I’m pissed I didn’t get my beer!”

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I Know || NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

PAIRING: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Your growing crush on nat is hard to ignore, but everything changes after a little game.

WARNINGS: suggestiveness, dirty thoughts, smut, 18+ MDNI, fingering, sexual content, oral sex fem receiving, face-riding, language, alcohol, switch!phoenix

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

The crash of the waves against the rocks is peaceful, despite the loud hollers and laughter from the Dagger Squad. You all hold a pose for a group photo on the shore of the pacific in front of the Airbnb you all pitched in for. Nat’s arm hung around your neck, her fingers dangling freely off you, just barely brushing the exposed skin from your bikini top. You smiled at the camera, but held your breath—you found yourself doing that a lot lately when you were around Jake’s crew of friends. It was only days ago, however, that you realized that it wasn’t his friends who made you feel like you couldn’t breathe—it was Natasha. 

Being a longtime friend of Jake’s, he was the one to introduce you to them all many months ago, and it was him you blamed for getting you into this love-sick mess. If he hadn’t meddled in your social life—or your lack of one, you’d be at home right now. Alone, sure, but definitely not pining over a pilot who was definitely out of your league. It really wasn’t his fault, you knew that, but you wished it was. It wasn’t like you planned on falling for Natasha, it just happened over the course of getting to know her. Hell, you didn’t even have a crush on her the first day you’d met her–sure, she was pretty, there was no denying that. But you didn’t know her, know her.  

Not the way you do now.

Nat jogged over to the beachgoer she tasked with taking the photo, getting her phone back, while the rest scattered around the area you all claimed as your own and continued their game of dogfight football. She lifts her sunglasses up, and examines the photo in her camera roll. You watch as she rests a hand on her hip, swiping her finger on the homescreen, undoubtedly sending the picture out to everyone already. She made her way back to where you sat, walking ever so slowly, swaying her hips as she did so. You could swear she was doing it on purpose, but then, maybe you were just crazy. Black is definitely her color, you thought. The thin strings of her bikini top were tied together and held their position by nothing more than a whole lot of faith. The curve of her breasts is obvious, and the realization that you’re even thinking about her like this makes your cheeks heat up. God, it was like everything she did lately was sexual, like she knew what you were thinking. Innocently inviting you to go shopping, but picking the most sinful dress, or going to the beach and teasing you with the tiny pieces of fabric that barely covered her. It was the best kind of torture, but one that made you lose sleep—especially when her room was directly next to yours. 

“Careful, now.” Hangman's voice startled you as he came up from behind you, drink in hand.

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he says, a smirk on his face. “You’re practically drooling.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right. Am not.”

Hangman chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a bit of a crush.” 

Eyes going wide, you become tense, and laugh it off. “On Nat? No, no.”

Jake takes a long sip of his beer, narrowing his gaze on you, as if trying to search for the truth. But his smirk says it all. “I didn’t say anything about Phoenix.”

FUCK. 

“Wait a minute, I-”

Hangman walked away from you, toward the rest of the group, completely ignoring your pleas and desperate attempts to keep him from saying anything. Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like he can walk twice as fast now that he has something to hold against you, and your feet are suddenly made of bricks–no matter how fast you try to walk in sandals on the beach, all you manage to do is kick up sand and put more distance between you and him. When you finally catch up to him, Hangman’s already talking to the rest of the group—Nat included. She turns in your direction, flashing a smile.

“And here she is,” Hangman pats your shoulder. “We’re gonna play a little game. That is, if you can handle it.”

Oh god. 

—

Jake’s great idea of a game turned out to be nothing more than Truth or Dare or Shot–a stupid game you hadn’t played since college. It worked just like truth or dare, but you could pass on a dare or a question by taking a shot. Poor Bob took the brunt of it, nearly passing out after three shots; Fanboy nearly got caught skinny-dipping in the ocean and decided he’d be taking shots if he was dared to do something stupid again; Coyote and Payback had a mini competition going on against Rooster and Hangman, trying to see which pair could last the longest without taking a shot. Phoenix was fearless, completing every dare, and every truth, making you wonder how she made it all look so easy. You, on the other hand, were barely making it out alive. Answering the questions as vaguely as possible and managing to only take two shots when Rooster dared you to cliff jump and when Fanboy asked if you would ever date a pilot. Still, anxiety rushed through you every time Jake asked you a question or dared you. With a taunting look in his eyes, he enjoyed watching you squirm and die a little on the inside at the idea of coming forward with your little secret.

Now, he decided, that was about to change. 

“Alright, Phoenix,” Hangman speaks to her, but his eyes are on you. Normally you’d think you were safe, but the way he says her name has you thinking otherwise. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.” 

She scoffs like it’s no big deal, “That’s the best you got?”

Nat stands from her seat, walking in a circle around the rest of you in your chairs, making you all wonder where she was gonna stop. At this point you don’t know if you hate Jake for that or what. Really, it can go one of two ways–either he forces the secret out of you, or she kisses one of the guys. You weren’t sure which was worse. Weaving in between the seats, Nat brushes her fingers along the chairs, sometimes touching the shoulders of the one everyone thinks she’s going to kiss. Hangman and Rooster sat on either side of you, and you could easily say with confidence that she would end up kissing one of them–they had a flirty friendship like that.

Before you can even process what’s going on, Nat is straddling you in your seat, taking everyone by surprise. The buzzing laughter and conversations come to a stop, but Nat just grins–she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her hands snake around your neck and her touch feels just as electrifying as when you posed for the photo. Nat’s dark hair is loose, hanging just off her shoulders as she tilts her head, and you can smell the saltwater on her. It’s both intoxicating and addicting, making you forget all about the nervous feelings you had for her. She grabs your hands, placing them on her waist, leaning into you so much that her boobs are practically in your face, teasing you. 

Nat makes direct eye contact with you, enjoying the way you try and evade it, as if her ass isn’t using your thighs as a seat. Leaning into your ear, she whispers, “I know.” 

This grabs your attention, your eyes go wide—exactly like she planned, and using your weakness to her advantage, she presses her lips softly against yours. As if you weren’t already totally under her command, you’re absolutely fucked now. Her lips are soft, and you melt like putty against her, accidentally letting out a noise of approval when she flicks her tongue at your bottom lip. You taste a mixture of the alcohol and her chapstick and it’s overwhelming, taking over your senses.

The only thing that makes you come back is the scattered “coughs” from the guys who sat around you. 

“I said kiss the hottest person, not start a porno in front of everyone.” Jake says as his Phoenix climbs off of you. 

“What? Did we make you hard, Bagman?” Phoenix retorted, winking at you before she sat back down at her own seat. 

Jake didn’t even know what to say, and there was no answer that was going to be good enough—he could say no, but then there was the truth…

— 

When you lay down for bed, you can’t sleep. How could you? All you can think about is the fact that Nat knows. She knows. All those months of getting to know each other, spending time together, looking back on it, your crush is pretty obvious. It really couldn’t be as bad as you were thinking right? The girl you’d had a crush on for months literally just kissed you. She’d practically made out with you in front of everyone, and needless to say, your ego took a much needed boost. The feeling of Nat’s soft skin under your grip was imprinted into your mind, and if you closed your eyes and thought hard enough, it was like you could feel her lips against yours again. Just thinking about her makes you press your thighs together and squirm in bed. Sliding your hand down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, your fingers draw light circles around your throbbing clit through the dampening fabric, sending a shiver throughout your body. Your breath quickens as your fingers roam up and down your pussy, but before you can do anything more, there’s a light knock at your door. More than likely, it was Jake, back to tease you again about Nat—he’d already made cryptic comments before you all decided it was time to call it a night. You turn on a dim lamp on the desk, before making your way to the door, “I swear if you’re here to just bother me, I-” 

Oh. It’s not Jake at the door, but Nat. 

“Sorry, did I wake you? I can go.” She says. 

“N-no! No, sorry, I thought you were Hangman.” 

“And why would Hangman be coming to visit you at three in the morning?” Nat crosses her arms, intrigued, and you can’t help but notice the outline of her nipples through the tank top. She walks past you and into your room, closing the door behind her. “Better question, what are you still doing awake?” 

“I-uh, I can’t sleep.” It’s not a total lie, but were you really gonna admit you’d been lying there, trying to get off at the thought of her? No. 

“Funny,” she circles back to where you still stand by the closed door. “I can’t either. All I keep thinking about is our hot little make out earlier tonight.” Nat smirks, knowing how heated your cheeks must feel right now.

To say you’re speechless is a fucking understatement, you can’t even breathe when she’s barely inches away from you, taunting you to make the first move. . 

Nat lets out a small chuckle, “C’mon, I know you loved it, babygirl. I know I make you wet.” The air exhaled from her lips is warm against your face. Her hand ghosts over your arm, making your skin tingle as she slides her hand lower and lower, ever so slightly tugging off your shorts and grazing her fingertips over your clothed pussy. “See,” her fingers are warm as she slips them down your panties, rubbing up and down the wetness that pools between your thighs. “You’re soaking.”

Biting back a moan, you close your eyes, throwing your head back against the door, but the moan escapes anyways, “Fuck, Nat.” You’d dreamt of this for so long, and now you could barely tell if it was real life or just another dream. But the way she curls her fingers inside your cunt and teases your mouth with her tongue proves that it's your sweet reality. 

“I think we need to finish what we started,” Nat is slow to pull the tank top off her body, revealing her breasts and hardening nipples all to you. Completely on display, she reaches for the hem of your own shirt and slips it over your head, “What do you think about that?” You don’t even need to answer her–the moan that escapes your lips as she presses hot kisses to your neck says it all. Guiding her to your bed, you kiss her feverishly, like somehow she would disappear if you didn’t. Nat moans loudly as you explore her mouth, making you grin against her. Never in a million years would you have thought that you could elicit moans out of Phoenix of all people. She was a confident pilot and an even more confident woman, and she was coming undone at your touch right under you. Using your thumbs to massage her breasts, you take one into your mouth, sucking it ever so slightly. The light and gentle nature of your mouth spurs Nat, “C’mon, babygirl, more.” She brings your hand down from her breast and onto her pussy instead, arching her back as your middle and ring fingers inch their way in. It’s something you never thought you’d see, but it’s a sight you never want to forget. Phoenix is completely and utterly under your control at this moment, and it’s all the courage you need to keep going, to keep fucking her. She bites your bottom lip as you kiss her sloppily, and whines when she can’t feel you inside her anymore. Nat looks beautiful under the dim light, totally at your will. 

Trailing kisses down her abdomen, your mouth stopping at her entrance, licking a stripe in between her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Nat. You sure you weren’t thinking about this just as much as I have?” 

“G-God, you have no idea.” Phoenix bucks her hips, desperate for more friction, “I can’t stop th-thinking about you.” Her words are breathy as she tries her hardest to make complete sentences. “S-should’ve fucked you in front of e-everyone.” 

You let out a small laugh, “I don’t think Jake would’ve minded.”

He really wouldn’t have, you know that and keep it in the back of your head.

Nat’s legs shake as you swirl your tongue and suck on her clit, “F-Fuck, I-I’m, I’m not gonna last.”

“C’mon, Nat, cum for me.” The encouragement combined with the expert motions of your tongue is all she needs to let go. Her breath is hot and fast as she reaches her high, and it doesn’t take long before the pleasure leaks out of her pussy and onto your tongue, dripping like heaven. Using her elbows to prop herself up, Nat tries to catch her breath, but you’re quick to kiss her. The mixture of saliva and cum is nearly too much to handle all at once, the sweet sounds of you moaning in each other’s mouths is damn near XXX-rated. She grabs your neck, and flips you under her with such strength—a total contrast than the submissive nature of before, that you’d almost forgotten that she was in the best shape of her life and could easily do what she wanted with you. 

Phoenix throws her legs over your waist, straddling you like earlier, but the bare skin on skin contact feels even better than the tease of bikinis and denim shorts. She grabs your wrists tightly, pinning them over your head, her breasts only a kiss away. When you move forward, however, she refuses to let you take any part of her in your mouth without her say. “Nuh-uh, it’s my turn to take care of you. Get up.” 

“What?”

“Get up,” she demands, and lays on her back as you move off to the side. “Okay, come here.” You’re on autopilot, your body moves at her command before you even have time to argue or think about it. Phoenix guides you on top of her, “I want you to ride my face.” She’s nonchalant, as if this is the millionth time she’s told you to do so–in reality, it’s probably like the millionth time she’s thought about it. “C’mon, I want to taste you.”

Suddenly butterflies fill your stomach, and you feel sheepish. Nobody could blame you, though, you had never ridden a girl’s face before and you were afraid that somehow you’d suffocate her, totally ruining what you had going on with her right now. “I-I don’t know, Nat, I–”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she says. “Were you shy when you were facedown in my cunt? Or when you moaned my name when I teased your pretty little pussy?” 

No, no you weren’t.

Alright, fuck it. 

You slide your body up, gripping the headboard of the bed for support while Phoenix’s lips meet your wet cunt. Her arms wrap on either side of your waist and press into the meat of your thighs, surely leaving bruises there later. Phoenix starts off slow, almost painfully slow, letting you relish in the feeling of ecstasy. Her tongue warm against your core, and she moans in approval, “Oh, babygirl, you taste so fucking amazing.” 

Finding your rhythm isn’t hard–grinding yourself back and forth against her mouth takes you to a new high you didn’t even think you could find. “Fucking hell, Nat. I-I-Fuck,” Your words are breathless as Phoenix’s tongue worked like magic, flicking between your slick folds and noisily sucking on your throbbing, sensitive clit. The rich sounds of her mouth smacking against your folds are nothing short of perfection. Her hands reach up and pinch your nipples, making you cry out as she sends you into a state of newfound pleasure and pain, and it’s almost too much. “God, I-I’m gonna cum.” 

“That’s it, babygirl,” she coaxes. “If you cum for me, I’ll let you suck on my tits. Can you do that for me? Can you cum on my face?”  Phoenix’s voice is sultry and demanding, like there’s some kind of drug that fills your ears as she speaks. But you don’t need much convincing. You pick up the pace, riding Nat’s face faster and she fucking loves it. It turns her on even more to see you so desperate to cum, so desperate to chase that high, but she loves the taste of it even more. Her face and tongue are slick and wet from your release as your riding comes to a stop. Grabbing her by the shoulders, you take her up on her offer, sucking on the mound of flesh and grazing your teeth on her nipple. Leaving purple marks around the valley of her breasts and her collarbone, you move to press a longing kiss onto Phoenix’s lips. She moves her hand around your neck, pulling you down and deepening the kiss. 

You and Phoenix lay beside one another, legs entangled and arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, so that not even air separates you two. The room is quiet, except for soft breathing, where you could faintly hear the ocean’s waves. 

“So how long have you known? About my crush on you?” You ask as she tenderly rubs your arm.

Phoenix smiles in the dim light, chuckling softly. “A long time.” 

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a/n: credit to @angelic-dreams13 for giving me ideas and yelling at me to write it jejeje 🫶🏼

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Anything Serious - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

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Summary : Three times you flirt with Natasha and one time, you confess your feelings.

Warnings : Angst, happy ending, alcohol consumption (be careful with your acohol consumption), thowing up, drunk confession, implied sex but noting explicit, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.7k

French version

Song inspiration : Flirting With Her by Sir Babygirl

“Here to being single !” you yell before taking a shot with your two friends Sarah and Alison.

The sound of your glass being put down on the table resonates in the bar. The alcohol burns your throat but you still let go of a victory scream. Tonight, you’re celebrating your single life like you just screamed. 

You were in a relationship for the past three years before your ex broke up with you for someone else who, apparently, is better than you. You’re not going to lie, a week ago, you were a mess. You were inconsolable, you only left your home for work and you’d stay in front of the TV doing nothing. Fortunately, thanks to your best friend’s encouragement, you realised it was her loss, not yours. That’s why you want to celebrate the fact that you’re single and without any string attached. 

“I’m finally gonna be able to do things I’ve always wanted to do and it’ll be easy.” you announce with joy. “I’m gonna have fun, go out as much as I want without any drama. You were right, Sarah, this is the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. And I am telling you two, I’m gonna have so much fun…” you continue while your eyes find a woman with raven hair, “with her, for example. She is beautiful.”

“Well, the single phase would have been long.” Alison laughs as you keep looking at the woman.

“Who said I wanted to date again?”

“You’ve just fallen for her.”

“So what ? It doesn’t mean it has to be serious.”

“But you only do serious relationships.” Sarah contradicts.

“Not anymore.” you state before ordering a new shot.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Totally! She’s in the Navy,” you explain, pointing at her uniform, “so she won’t be here for too long, in other words, if it goes right then perfect and if it goes wrong, then I won’t have to worry about seeing her again. It’s a win-win situation.”

“Then, go shoot your shot !” Alison encourages.

“Sure do !” you exclaim before drinking your shot.

You make sure your outfit is put together before going to the bar under your friends’ encouragement. First, you talk to Penny and pay for a cocktail. You patiently wait for Penny to give it to the woman and explain to her it’s from you. Once Penny goes to another client, the raven-haired woman’s eyes land on you while she smiles and takes a sip of the drink. You take this as a good sign so you stand up and go sit next to her.

“Thanks for the cocktail. Good choice.” she comments, drinking a bit more.

“Glad you like it. I’m Y/N and you?”

“Natasha.”

“What’s your callsign?”

Natasha looks at you, surprised, not expecting this would be a detail you were interested in.

“Phoenix.” Natasha informs with a confident smile.

“I bet your callsign suits you well.”

“You tell me. What brings you here tonight?” she questions, intrigued.

“I’m just enjoying my new freedom and you?”

“Nothing special, I’m relaxing after my day at work.”

“You’re here on a deployment?”

“Yes, I’m only here for two weeks. I want to make the best out of it.”

“As do I.” you state with a flirty smile. “You should join my friends and I. We’re gonna play darts. You’re more than welcome.”

“I will.”

You smile at Natasha then go back to your friends, your mouth wide open, simulating a scream of joy. Your friends ask you a lot of questions as soon as you’re at the table with them again and you answer them without wasting a second.

“I’m telling you, by the end of this night, I have her number, at least !”

And you’ve had even more.

The next day, you wake up in an unknown bedroom, Natasha’s arms around your waist. Understanding you didn’t go home after your intimate moment, you mentally insult yourself. You don’t know if you should wait for her to wake up or leave now. You debate with yourself for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion it’s better to run away now, especially because you have some work waiting for you. 

Slowly, you get out of Natasha’s grip and pick your clothes off the floor. Hastily, you get dressed before walking to the exit. When you’re about to open the door, you sigh in relief when Natasha’s voice comes behind you. You jump and turn around, facing her with your hand on your heart.

“I didn’t think you were the kind to sneak off.” she laughs.

“Oh, well, I was thinking you wouldn’t want me at your place for any longer. Actually, I…” you try to explain before admitting defeat, “I have to confess I don't know the rules for one night-stands. It’s the first time I do this.”

“Glad to be the first. And for your information, it can differ with the person though, personally, I don’t mind if you want to stay.”

“Got it. But I have to go. I have work to do.” you inform, sad to leave her so soon.

“No worries. Are you gonna go out like this?”

Following her question, you look down at your outfit, not understanding her critic. Sure, one can tell it’s not a typical Sunday outfit however, it doesn’t look ugly. You don’t see the problem. Phoenix leaves the bed before opening her closet.

“It’s cold in the morning. Here, you can take my jacket.” she says, handing the piece of cloth.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to give it back before you leave.”

“It’s okay. At least, I’ll have an excuse to send you a text when I’ll be around again.”

“Thanks for the jacket then.”

Natasha gives you a tender smile while you put the jacket on ; you don’t move for a few seconds, admiring her face one last time before leaving. You want to memorise her face because, no matter if she said she’ll text you when she’ll come back, you doubt it. You flirted, you matched, you had a nice moment but it’s only a one-time thing ; you don’t think you’re ready to start anything.

As soon as you tear your eyes away from Natasha, you zip up the jacket before opening the door. Natasha asks you to send her a message once you get home. You promise her to do it then, you leave.

And the second you come home, you grab your phone before informing her:

Message from you to Natasha, 7:36 A.M.:

I’m safe and at home. Thanks for the jacket, I promise I’ll give you back when you’ll be here again…

Or not ;)

Six months have passed since your meeting with Natasha. After your text when you came home, she simply replied “Glad to know you’re home. See you again :)” then nothing. You couldn’t have expected anything else. After all, you only shared one night together. But still, you feel a pinch in your chest, realising her lack of messages.

Therefore, you do everything to leave this story behind you. Even if you randomly met her, nothing would happen, that was for sure. You need to go back to your peaceful life where you’ve been picking some new habits. One of them being going to the Hard Deck once a week with your friends. Contrary to when you were younger, now you enjoy a good night out, having fun with your loved ones, an alcoholic drink in your hands. You’ve met some new people though, nothing that could compete with what you felt the second you saw Natasha.

This weekend is not different from the others, you find yourself at the bar. You’re laughing with your friends when a waitress comes to give you a cocktail you didn’t order. When she tells you someone paid for it and you see Natasha from afar, you can’t believe your eyes. You didn’t think you’d see her again. She gives you  a sign with her own drink before taking a sip. You give her back her sign and drink.

Next to Natasha, Bradley looks at her and sighs, desperate by the situation.

“You should talk to her instead of staying at a stupid safe distance.”

“We haven’t seen each other for six months, I just wanted to make sure she was still interested before doing something.”

“Now you know she does, go talk to her.” he orders, trying to push her in your direction.

“She’s with her friends.”

“And it didn’t bother her last time to talk to you. I don’t get it, Natasha, you’ve never been like this before.”

“I know!” she exclaims, mad at herself. “And I hate how I’m overthinking this. I feel like you.”

“Well, thanks! It wasn’t even serious between you two, you shouldn’t think too much about it. Go talk to her.”

“And tell her what?”

“I don’t know! I’m not the one who had a one-night stand with her. If you don’t want to talk to her, invite her to dance.” Bradley proposes, annoyed.

“No one is dancing.”

“In less than a minute, it won’t be the case anymore. Go to her, I’m handling the rest.”

Natasha drinks her glass in one go before walking to you with a fake confidence expression on her face. As for Bradley, he’s walking towards the piano, waiting for the right moment to start playing. 

You’re talking with Sarah who is in front of you when Alison catches your attention by hitting your ribs. You look at your friend, brows furrowed whilst she makes a sign to look at the other side. At the same moment you’re turning your head, Natasha is in front of you and Bradley starts playing Great Ball Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis. Instantly, people start dancing and Natasha gives you her hand with a smile.

“Wanna dance ?”

As a simple answer, you take her hand, you stand up from your chair and follow Natasha who is bringing you to the piano, your friends on your heels. You sing alone with Bradley while Natasha and you dance without a care in the world. You’re laughing and spinning each other until the last note of the song. 

Once Bradley finishes singing, Natasha keeps your hand in hers. You stare at each other with a huge smile on your face.

“I didn’t know you were back. You haven’t texted me.” you state, still surprised.

“I was going to, I’ve just arrived.”

“How long are you here for?”

“Three weeks.”

“So we have a bit more time. We should make up for the lost time. I hope I’ll be able to give you back your jacket, though I have to admit, I’d like to keep it, but you can always come to my place to try to have it back.” you propose with a flirty look.

“I will. At least, this time, I’ll be sure you won’t be sneaking off.” Natasha laughs and you roll your eyes, faking being mad.

“You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

“I won’t.”

In spite of yourself, your heart melts when you look at Natasha’s mischievous smile. You don’t want to admit it but you missed her. You really thought you had forgotten about her, you were far from the truth. Yet, it seems like you weren’t the only one. You’re glad to see you’ve affected her as much as she’s affected you, though you didn’t want to grow attached to someone that quickly.

However, you leave your mixed feelings behind you for the rest of the night, enjoying this moment with Natasha and getting to know her a bit more. 

Like six months ago, after some flirty comments, Natasha finds her way in your bed, your arms around her body.

Message from Natasha to you, 9:05 P.M.:

Hey, I’m back in town. Are you free tonight?

You look at Natasha’s text for several minutes, not knowing what to answer. You are, indeed, free tonight though, you don’t know if it’s a good idea. Since your reunion at the Hard Deck three months ago, you’ve seen each other several times and you have to confess your feelings for her are getting stronger.

At first, you thought it was just an innocent crush, however, she haunts your mind and you’re just waiting for the moment where you’ll see her again. Sure, your relationship is more physical than emotional but you’re gladly taking anything she wants to give you. Despite of yourself, she’s managed to leave her name on your lips and you yearn for the feeling of her body in your arms. You wish you could have more, though you’re pretty sure she doesn’t. You should keep your distance with Natasha, it’d be better. Like this, you’ll avoid a heartbreak again, especially considering your relationship is non-existent. 

You have to lie to her and say you can’t see her. It’s better for you. That’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to stay far away from her.

You didn’t stay far away from her for long.

Without knowing how, you found yourself in Natasha’s hotel room, your clothes found themselves on the floor and you found each other in the bed. A part of you is cursing at you for not listening to your rational side but currently, it’s the least of your worries.

In Natasha’s arms, you discuss several things and you realise if given a chance, you could have a beautiful love story. You have a lot of things in common and your views about the world and the future are similar. You could have had a great future with Natasha. However, after every intimate moment spent together, Natasha reminds you that it’ll never be more than nights shared together.

“I’m glad we’ve met, you know,” Natasha starts, holding you tighter against her, “because of my work, it’s always been complicated to form relationships but with you, it’s easy, peaceful. We don’t want anything serious so what we have is enough.”

“Yes, it's good. I’m enjoying every moment of my single life for the first time.” you affirm, hiding your disappointment.

“You know, the day you’ll meet someone who’s worth it, you can tell me. I’ll understand if you don’t want us to talk anymore.”

“Same goes for you.”

“You don’t have to worry about this.”

“You don’t want a serious relationship? Like, ever?” you question, looking her right in the eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want one, it’s just that it’s easier like this. I could never truly give to the other person the relationship they’d deserve so I don’t want to waste my time. Besides, long-distance relationships aren’t my thing and I can’t ask for the person to give everything up for me.” she states like it was obvious.

“But some people find a right balance between work and their lovelife.”

“You’re right. I just don’t know if I’ll find the right person one day.”

Hearing her sentence, your heart tightens in your chest. Natasha just gave you a good reminder. You really have to distance yourself from her. She doesn’t want anything serious and even if she wanted to, you’re not a person she fancies. She looked you right in the eyes and told you she hasn’t found the person worth having a relationship with. 

You’re holding back your tears as best as you can while your eyes are on hers. As soon as you realise you won’t be able to do it any longer, you clear your throat before getting up from the bed and picking up your stuff from the floor.

“I…I have to go. I'm going to work early tomorrow.” you inform, putting on your tee-shirt.

“We can go to sleep now if you want.”

“No, I need to get home. I don’t have my stuff here.”

“Can we see each other in the next few days?”

“I don’t think so, I’m quite busy,” you lie, zipping up the fly of your pants. “I… bye.” you stutter.

You don’t give Natasha the time to say goodbye to you and run away from her hotel room. You search for your car keys in your bag as the tears are gathering in your eyes. They start running down your cheeks once you leave the parking lot.

You knew it. You knew it would end up in a heartbreak if you continued and it didn’t stop you. Why do you have such a fragile heart? Why do you have to get attached to people so easily? Why can’t you keep an emotional distance? Natasha seems to handle things just fine so why not you?

Once you’re at home, your tears have stopped though, your cheeks are still wet. You get ready to go to sleep and before you can lay down on your bed, you take your phone. You’re about to open your contacts when you get a text from Natasha.

Message from Natasha to you, 00:30 A.M.:

I hope we’ll have more time next time :) 

You don’t have the strength to answer. Reluctantly, you delete the conversation and her number - not without doubting for several seconds. You put down your phone and try to fall asleep despite your heart being broken into a thousand pieces.

Four months have passed since your last time with Natasha and you are more or less over it. 

Except if you consider your current state, you could say you’re still hurting. Saying you were drunk would be an understatement. You don't know how many drinks you’ve had but you know if you try to walk, you’ll fall. And all of this because of one damn message. Technically, you could have disregarded it. You don’t have Natasha’s number anymore so the sender was shown as an unknown number and the text wasn’t saying anything special. Her text was a simple and innocent “hey 😘” but it was enough for you to know who it was and to hurt you even more. You felt like you were finally moving on and your reaction proves you it was just a feeling. 

You’re alone at the table even if you came with your friend Sarah. She’s currently dancing with a man she just met. At first, she didn’t want to leave you alone, knowing you were drowning your sorrows. However, you promised her she could have fun without feeling guilty whilst you were ordering your sixth drink. 

You’re staring at your hands who are holding your drink while you’re lost in your thoughts. You should have never started this fling with Natasha. This sentence is playing continually in your mind since you left the hotel room four months ago.

The day after your last time, you went to meet your friends and you told them how sad you were whilst they were holding you in their arms. Both of them affirmed you had to move on, the very thought you feared. A part of you was hoping they’d encourage you to fight for your potential story with Natasha. Unfortunately, your friends were realistic.

You slowly keep drinking when you feel a presence next to you. Turning your head, you find Natasha and you think maybe you shouldn’t finish your drink. You’re in such an inebriated state that you start having hallucinations. You didn’t think it was possible. 

“Hey, how are you?”

Maybe it’s not a hallucination after all. Natasha’s voice seems real.

“Oh, hi!” you exclaim, trying to be casual.

“I take this as it’s not your first drink.”

“Well, it’s possible. Probable.”

“Don’t you think you should go home? Did you come alone?” she questions, searching for one of your friends.

“With Sarah.”

“Do you want me to bring you home?”

“No, I’m gonna wait for Sarah.” you quickly reply, remembering you need to keep your distance.

“She seems busy.” Natasha notes, looking at your friend. “Wait here.”

Natasha walks away from you and goes to Sarah before you can’t stop her. You see her talking and your friend looking at you before reluctantly nodding. Quickly, Natasha comes back to you and takes your drink away from your hands. You’re about to complain when she helps you to stand up.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

“But I have to go home with Sarah.” you oppose.

“I told her I’ll bring you home.” she informs, surprising you.

“She agreed?”

You wouldn’t have thought Sarah would have accepted, knowing she keeps saying how you absolutely have to forget Natasha. Your state must be more pathetic than you thought.

“Considering how drunk you are, we agreed it’d be better to bring you home now. Come on.”

You don’t have the strength to fight back so you give in and follow Natasha in her car. Once you’re buckled up, Natasha starts the vehicle. Your head resting against the car window, you contemplate the night, your mind all fuzzy.

After a few minutes, you tear your gaze away from the night sky and look at Natasha. You admire every inch of her skin whilst she’s focused on the road.

“You really are beautiful.” you state straight away.

“Oh, huh, thanks.” Natasha replies, embarrassed.

“How can you be so beautiful? And that’s not it! You’re also intelligent, funny and you have so many other qualities.”

“Why do I feel like you’re accusing me of something?” she asks, hearing your tone full of reproach.

“Because if you were less perfect it’d be easier.”

“I’m far from perfect. And what do you mean by ‘it’d be easier’?”

“Stop the car.” you retort, feeling the need to throw up.

“What?”

“Stop the car! Pull up!”

She just has the time to stop the car that you’re already outside. You can only take two steps before throwing up. Natasha quickly comes behind you and holds back your hair. Once you’ve finished vomiting, you breathe for a few seconds before standing up, a shameful expression on your face.

“Sorry, that was not sexy.”

“It’s okay. You’re feeling any better?” she worries, examining your face.

“Puking helped.”

“Here.” Natasha says, giving you a tissue. “I think I have a bottle of water in my car and some mints, do you want some?”

“Yes, please.”

While you’re wiping your mouth, Natasha goes to grab the bottle and the mints. As soon as she hands you the bottle, you rinse your mouth before taking a mint. You don’t move for a few minutes, wanting to make sure your stomach won’t empty itself again.

“You feel ready to go?” she questions, stroking your cheek.

“I think so but drive slowly, it’s safer.”

“Tell me if you need to stop again.”

Delicately, Natasha takes your hand and accompanies you to the car. This time, you stay silent the whole ride. You’re focused on the landscape and Natasha doesn’t dare to disturb your mind. As the road goes on, your eyelids get heavier and you end up falling asleep.

The moment Natasha arrives at your place, she slowly wakes you up. You lightly groan before opening your eyes. Natasha helps you to go to your door whilst you’re still asleep on your feet. She brings you to your bathroom where she helps you to get ready to go to bed - and where you can finally brush your teeth. You get into your bed whilst Natasha carefully puts the sheet on you. She’s about to leave when you squeeze her hand.

“Stay.” you mutter with sleepy eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m staying here, I’m just gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Please, stay with me.” you insist, trying to bring her to you.

“Are you sure about this?”

As a simple answer, you nod. Natasha takes her shoes and her pants off, leaving her only with her underwear and her tee-shirt, before joining you in the bed. Laying down next to you, you search for Natasha’s hand. She understands what you want and puts her hand on your waist, pressing your back against her torso. At her touch, you let go of a peaceful sigh.

“By the way, I really need to give you your jacket back.” you say with a sleepy voice. “I can’t keep it just like I shouldn’t have you this close to me.” you resume, making her frown. “I care about you, you know. More than I should. I like you, Nat’.”

Upon these words, you fall asleep. Behind you, Natasha wonders if she heard you right and more specifically if you meant it. After all, it might just be the effect of alcohol? Though, she can’t stop a smile from forming on her face before holding you closer to her.

The following morning, you wake up with one of the biggest hangovers you’ve ever had. You’ve definitely reached the age where you can’t drink as much without the after-effects. You slowly open your eyes, fearing the daylight might burn them. Thankfully, there is just enough light to see without hurting you. Glancing at your night stand, you find a glass of water and a medicine which you take without an ounce of hesitation after you sit down.

As soon as you put down the glass, the bathroom door opens on Natasha, making your eyebrows furrowed. You don’t recall going home with her. Seeing the panic in your eyes, Natasha gets closer to you with a reassuring smile. 

“Nothing happened. I just helped you to get home.”

“Oh, okay. What about Sarah? Does she know…”

“She knows, yes. I warned her before we left. How are you feeling today?” Natasha asks, sitting in front of you in the bed.

“Like I had too much to drink last night.” you laugh and she does the same.

“I can imagine. Do you remember anything about last night?”

“Huh, some parts, but…”

You stop mid-sentence as you try to remember what happened. Some moments are more blurry than the others, however one of them is very clear. Your confession before you fell asleep. The heat gets to your cheeks and your hands get clammy. You hope with your whole heart Natasha didn’t hear anything. However, her pointing look makes you understand your hopes are vain.

“Tell me I didn’t say that. Can we pretend like I didn’t say anything?”

“Why?” she asks, confused.

“Because it’s embarrassing and because it could never work between us.”

“Who said it couldn’t work?”

“You did.” you state as if it was obvious. “You said you didn’t want a serious relationship or a long distance one.”

“Is that why you haven’t been answering my texts?”

“What would have come out of it anyway? Besides breaking my heart.” you say, avoiding her gaze. “I know I told you I didn’t want anything serious when we started seeing each other and it was true at first but I like spending time with you, being next to you, listening to you talk even though I know I shouldn’t. I should have stopped what we had when my feelings changed. I’d understand if you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” you whisper, tearing up.

“Y/N…” she starts, taking your hand. “I’m sorry for giving you the impression I didn’t want you. I panicked the second I realised my feelings for you. I thought you didn’t want anything serious so I kept my distance whilst staying close to you and in doing so I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry. But I do want a serious relationship with you. No matter if there is the distance, I want to try with you because you’re worth it. I care about you.” Natasha confesses, making you look up at her.

“Don’t say this to make me feel better. I was drunk when I said it and-”

Natasha’s lips are on yours before you can add another word. Surprised, you need a second before kissing her back. Natasha’s hands find their way to your hips whilst yours get lost in her hair. You kiss each other for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. You keep your eyes closed for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling. It might not be your first kiss with Natasha yet, this one feels different from the ones you shared before.

“Do you believe me now when I tell you I like you too or do you need more proof?”

“I think I need more proof, yes.” you smile with heart eyes.

“Well, in that case…” Natasha resumes before pressing her lips on yours once more.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

You Owe Me a Kiss

Pairings: Natasha Trace x f!reader (50s au) Summary: this is a blurb requested by the lovely @callsign-phoenix for my 1K follower celebration. Warnings: mild sexual references, prejudice relating to the time period.

The Cadillac roared rhythmically down the highway, its engine rumbling as it flew towards its destination. Natasha’s hand balanced precariously on the steering wheel, fingers drumming in time to ‘Rock Around the Clock’ playing through the radio.

(Y/n) was sitting back in her seat, the wind blowing through her hair as she enjoyed the view. This was the only time you could truly admire her, away from the prying eyes of other people. Tonight you were just seen as two friends who’d been to a drive-through movie. The film itself hadn’t been that exciting. It was the musical ‘Guys and Dolls’ but after about half an hour all the other couples at the drive-through had lost interest, sharing passionate kisses and snuggling deeper under their blankets. Natasha had reached over, her fingers gracing over (y/n)’s hand delicately. She squeezed her hand in return, sharing an intimate look, knowing that was as far as they could go.

Natasha indicated, pulling the Cadillac off the tarmac and onto the dirt lay-by.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked curiously, her eyes watching as Nat killed the engine, turning in her seat to face her. Nat’s deep brown eyes bore into her own, expression serious but a small smirk appearing on her lips.

“You owe me a kiss. You’ve been sitting there looking that damn perfect all evening and I’ve not been able to touch you,” she admitted, her voice practically dripping with desire as she leant closer to (y/n), resting her hand on the exposed flesh of her thigh.

“Nat, we shouldn’t. Someone might see.” She groaned as Nat’s hand ran up her leg and underneath her dress, her lips ghosting her neck. “Nat please.”

“No one’s gonna see us, not out here.” Natasha pressed her lips firmly against (y/n)’s savouring the gasp she swallowed in the kiss. Natasha’s lips were warm and gentle but with a certain dominance as she begged for control. (Y/n) wrapped her hands into Natasha’s neatly permed hair, tangling in the curls as she pulled her closer, laying back further into her seat. Natasha groaned, gripping the back of (y/n)’s neck as she straddled her, letting her dress rise and exposing her thighs. Nat pulled away grinning down at her, “When I said you owed me a kiss I was definitely going for more.”

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

“Is that my shirt” + “relax” for bob and nat 👀

👀👀👀 ye i can do that

|| prompt list ||

prompts: "Is that my shirt?" + "Relax."

word count: 511

warnings: there's no actual smut in this but there are allusions to it, nat being vulnerable, bob being a good egg, idk man it's mostly fluff

“Is that my shirt?” Bob asked as he walked into his kitchen. 

Natasha was standing in front of the coffee maker wearing nothing but her pair of boyshorts from last night and his bright yellow VFA-51 t-shirt. Her dark hair in a loose ponytail, locks of it falling in her eyes as she tried to figure out how to get coffee to come out of the old machine. 

She jumped when she heard his voice, looking over at him standing in the doorway to his kitchen with that crooked little smile. Then she looked down at the shirt, fingers tugging at the hem.

In pure Phoenix fashion, she started defending herself, “Yeah, it is. I just wanted some coffee — I couldn’t find my clothes and this is the first thing I saw. I can go change if you want me to.” 

“No, no, s’okay.” Bob quickly shook his head, stepping further into the kitchen. “Looks good on you.” 

He watched her jaw clench before she turned back to the coffee maker. Her hands were steady as ever as she pulled out the filters and separated one from the stack. Natasha did everything like she was flying. Controlled, precise — like she had done it a million times before, even if it was her first time. 

Everything except whatever was blossoming between her and her backseater. It was completely new, only a few hookups and one date, and she didn’t know what to do with it. With him. With her feelings for him. With how he made her feel. 

She was so used to being Phoenix everywhere. The tough Navy pilot that took no shit and rolled her eyes through insults and held a commanding presence. But when she was with Bob…She was none of those things. He peeled back the layers of her until there was nothing left but just Natasha. Who blushed when he called her pretty and begged him for release and revealed all of her most vulnerable parts to him. 

She wasn’t sure if she liked that or not. Bob seeing all those pieces of her. Being vulnerable. It had only ever gotten her hurt before. 

So focused on scooping out the coffee grounds, she didn’t notice Bob cross the room until it was too late. Until he had his hands on her waist and his front was flush with her back. She tensed beneath his touch now in the light of morning. When just last night she had leaned into it with kiss swollen lips and inhibitions nowhere to be seen. 

But they were all back up now. What if he hadn’t liked that side of her? What if he only wanted that toughness? What if this made working together impossible — now that he knew just how soft she could be? 

“Nat…” he spoke quietly into corner of her jaw. “Relax. You’re okay. We’re okay.” 

The breath she released stuttered out of her as he trailed his lips down the column of her throat. As one big hand reached down to cup her through her boy shorts. 

“Just relax.”

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[sailorscuttle]

instant attraction | natasha ‘phoenix’ trace

this idea was inspired by @writercole , it was just to be a short h.c., clearly this got away from me lmao

summary: you become immediately interested in phoenix and try your hardest to let her know your interest, however phoenix reads your intentions completely wrong, thinking you’re more interested in her friends

warnings: 18+ only!! minors do NOT interact! female reader, smut, semi-public, oral sex (phe receiving)

also thank you to the lovely @blue-aconite for beta’ing this for me <3

word count: 2.2k

listen, we all know phoenix is smart.

incredibly smart.

unfortunately, sometimes the smartest people can miss the most obvious signs of things.

the thing being the fact that you had fallen in love with natasha ‘phoenix’ trace almost immediately from the moment you saw her saunter into the hard deck with payback and fanboy.

she looked like an absolute dream in those jeans, and without shame you let your eyes roam all along her curves     settling along her ass for just a moment longer than what would have been deemed as ‘appropriate’.

you had been drying a whiskey glass when she comes up to the bar and grabs your attention, flashing you a smile as she orders, handing you a card to open her tab. however you hadn’t heard a word out of the pilot’s mouth.

at the sight of her up close, everything around you seems to slow down like those cheesy rom-com movies. you swear in that moment that you’re 100% fucked from being interested in anyone ever again, wanting nothing more than to be able to stare into her gorgeous brown eyes forever. your brain instantly plays into your fantasy, and you suddenly want everything with her; the house, the rings, shit you're even imagining children with her.

penny has to nudge you back to reality and you jump in response, your boss asking if you were okay.

you feel the heat of embarrassment threaten to swallow you whole, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the bar, you answer her by nodding. phoenix ignores your lapse and you’re grateful. she repeats the order again, making a joke that normally people speak when flirting with her friends.

however, what phoenix doesn’t tell you until much later, is that her own world had shifted as well from the moment she locked eyes with you. phoenix tries to play it cool by smiling at you as she tells you her order. 

she assumes that you're more interested in payback by the way you stop doing, well, anything after he speaks to you. she thinks it’s cute when you look embarrassed after penny interrupts whatever daydream you had going on with “him”. fanboy takes the initiative to introduce the three of them to you

you try again to flirt with her, telling her ‘sorry, my brain tends to malfunction when I see someone that looks as gorgeous as you do.’

again, phoenix thinks that you're speaking with payback. hell she wishes you’re speaking to her.

your hand lingers when it’s her turn to pay, giving it a quick squeeze when you hand her card back to her. Penny helps you out by placing their drinks in front of them.

phoenix thanks you and they all turn to make their way to the pool tables, nudging payback once they’re out of earshot from the bar. “payback, did you not see how hard she was flirting with you? you should totally get her number.” payback looked to his fellow squad member confused as he raised his beer to take a sip. “phe are you serious? did you not see them just staring at you?” 

“are you serious, payback? she totally froze after you said something.”

fanboy shrugs at phoenix’s words as he racks up the billiards, looking over to her. “I dunno phoenix, it was different when she looked at you.”

she rolls her eyes at their words and sets her beer down, grabbing a cue stick and nudging fanboy aside, mumbling about how they’re both blind as shit and it’s a wonder the navy’s kept them this long she goes to break.

both fanboy and payback eagerly both tell hangman about you once he joins them to play to phoenix’s annoyance, ignoring any comments the blond decides to make and regretting even inviting him out tonight.

you make any and every effort you can to be around the brunette throughout the night: a beer in hand if she asks for one, your hand on her waist as you “squeeze” by, on her arm when you let her know to find you if she needs anything else. you swear you’ve never laid it on this thick on anyone before

phoenix swears she’s going to internally combust from your touches, and it takes everything to not show how much you’re affecting her. she needs fresh air, a splash of water, your lips against her own, anything to soothe the building desire she has for you. she doesn’t understand why you keep doing this to her when you’re more interested in her friend. jake's teasing comments certainly aren’t helping her either.

the pilot turns to walk away from the pool table, telling fanboy she was going to the bathroom and that she’ll be back soon. what natasha doesn’t see is you trailing after her, grabbing her arm once you’re in the empty hallway and pulling past the bathrooms and into the backroom, locking the door once you’re both inside. 

“who the fuck is    ” your hand reaches up to cover phoenix’s mouth and she seems to relax when she realizes it’s you.

“listen, i’m sorry but i wanted a way to talk to you without your friends interrupting it.” you take your hand off of her mouth, wringing your hands together as you spoke. “look if i’m making you uncomfortable with all of the flirting please let me kn   ”

“hold on, wait, you were flirting with me?” phoenix’s arms cross under her bust as her back leans against the shelving, the metal groaning briefly. 

 “phoenix i’ve been flirting with you the whole night.” you blink at her as your head tilts in confusion, features soon twisting into an amused expression in realization. you close the distance between your bodies, still leaving enough space for her to move if she wanted. “I’ve been sending like a million signs.” 

phoenix quickly notes the lack of space between you two, glancing between your eyes and your lips, the smell of your perfume filling her head. she murmurs your name as her hands move to grip your waist. “I didn’t think you were interested in me in that way.” you give into the temptation and place a brief yet gentle kiss against her lips, your hands reaching to hold her face, thumb brushing against her cheek. “phoenix i am every bit of interested in you…”

it’s phoenix who initiates the kiss this time, pressing her lips against yours firmly. her actions bring out a small moan from you, your fingers hooking into her belt loops and pressing her body fully into the shelves. your kisses become feverish as your hands roam along her body, unable to help yourself from giving her breast a squeeze. 

the moan that comes from phoenix has heat building in your core and you can feel yourself getting wetter, wanting nothing more in that moment to keep her making all of those pretty noises. you break apart from her to press kisses along her jaw, suckling on a spot below her ear that makes phoenix’s knees buckle a little. “god i wanna eat you out so bad..” you whine as your hand moves to push phoenix’s shirt up, kneading her breast through her bra and she bites her fist to muffle her moans.

“can I? can i eat your pussy right here?” 

while you talked you sank onto your knees, nudging phoenix’s legs apart .you look up to see her barely meeting your gaze, grabbing her attention by slowly undoing the button her jeans. you pause, pushing her shirt up to press a kiss to her skin, eyes never leaving hers. “I’m gonna need an answer angel..yes..” you press a kiss to her skin, eyes never leaving hers. “ or no..?”

“god, please eat my pussy..” 

her words repeat in your head causing you to groan and lean your head against her. you groan softly when you feel her hand grip your hair and tilt your head upwards., smirking up at her. “only because you asked so nicely, baby.”  

you have her step out of her shoes before getting to work on taking her pants off, pushing them to the side once her foot is out. you can’t help but press your nose against her mound and just inhale, pressing a kiss through her panties to her clit and moaning at the scent of her. “holy shit baby..” a breathless chuckle escapes you and your fingers hook beneath her underwear, pulling them down slowly.

her eyes widen slightly when you hook her leg over your shoulder, her hand bracing on the shelving to keep her balance .

“you’re absolutely fucking soaked phe..” your hand grips her thigh and you get to work, licking a long stripe along her folds, immediately wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking softly. you watch her eyes screw shut and her head lean back against the shelves, the dull noise drowned out by her whimpers. “fuck you tastes so good, could eat this pussy all goddamn day..” you groan into her pussy.

phoenix swears she’s died. she’s crashed her F-18 and she’s in heaven right now because there’s no way that this can be real. she has the prettiest woman she’s ever seen on this planet between her thighs and eating her out in this bar, so eager to have her she couldn’t wait until they were in the privacy of a bedroom. 

the noises you make while your face is buried in her pussy is downright sinful. you eat her out as if you had been parched, switching back and forth between wrapping your lips around her clit and dragging your tongue back and forth through her folds. your mouth moves to focus on her clit as you slide your middle finger inside of her, pumping your hand for a moment before your ring fingers joins, curling inside her and increasing your tempo slightly.

“fuck i’m gonna cum..please don’t stop baby keep moving your fingers just like that..” phoenix moans, pulling on your hair sharply while her hips move against your face, effectively riding your face. her unoccupied hand moves to her bra, pushing one cup down and kneading her breast, her fingers pinching and twisting the nipple. you do as she asks and keep your fingers moving at the same pace, tongue flattening against her folds. 

phoenix’s body tenses as she cums against your mouth, holding your face to her cunt as broken moans fill the room. you moan against her as you swallow her release, letting her ride the aftershocks for a little while longer before she’s pushing your face away. you're grateful the door has a lock and you had stocked the bar with whatever they needed. you realize that your time is limited and penny would be looking for you soon.

you gently push her leg off of your shoulder and carefully stand, your knees buckling slightly as you feel the blood rush back to your calves. “you okay there, phoenix?” you kiss her sweetly and she groans at the taste of herself on your lips. your hand reaches up to brush a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

“I am fantastic right now.” she gives you another kiss, cupping your face with her hands. you break away fully and you hand phoenix her clothes, watching her re-dress. you can’t help the giggle that escapes when she steps forward, her thighs trembling. “easy there bambi.” phoenix rolls her eyes playfully at your comment. “keep talkin’, next time it’s gonna be you with weak legs.”

your eyebrows raise at her words as the both of you go to leave the back room. shutting the door your hand eagerly pulls your phone from your back pocket, opening up a new contact and handing it to her. “I would love a next time, though i’d like to take you on a date first.” phoenix nudges you playfully before adding her contact to your phone, sending herself a text message so she has your number.

“I’d like that too.”

both of you slip into the bathroom to quickly freshen up, trying to appear as if you both hadn’t been gone for half an hour with each other. you share one last kiss before phoenix slips out first, taking her lead a few minutes later.

“phoenix where the hell did you go? did you die in there or something?” payback was immediately on her the moment she got back to the group. phoenix rolls her eyes and swipes one of the beers that had just been put down on the table, fanboy groaning at the loss of his drink.

“no, just got preoccupied.” she shrugs.

payback seems to somewhat buy the excuse. however, Jake doesn’t believe it at all. From his spot by the table he had watched the two of you, noticing you wiping your face with the back of your hand before resuming your spot behind the wall. he barks out a laugh, taking a sip of his beer while the rest of the group quickly turns to him.

“preoccupied,” he snorts, eyeing phoenix. “ yeah that’s the word.” phoenix ignores jake’s teasing, dragging payback, fanboy, and bob (who had shown up while she was gone) to another round of pool to distract them. while her backseater takes a shot she glances over to you, catching your gaze. you flash her a smile, adding a wink.

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neither of you could wait for the ‘next time’, making plans for the next day.

[ryebecca]

"oh, this is the night, it's a beautiful night, and we call it Bella Notte. look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes, on this lovely Bella Notte. side by side with your loved one, you'll find enchantment here. the night will weave its magic spell when the one you love is near." 🐶 👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏼 ✨ | (the lady and the tramp x hannix au for @roosterforme)

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

The prompt is Secret Santa.

Warnings: none

Nat and you had been friends for forever, but she had always wanted more.

While she was always by your side she was never brave enough to actually say what she was feeling, even if she sometimes interpreted some of your actions as flirtations as well.

You did flirt back, but just like her you were nervous enough not to actually follow through.

The fact that you were working together made things easier and harder at the same time.

It was easier because you actually got to see each other on a daily basis, and it was harder because if you decided to go for it it could end in a disaster.

So you stayed just like that, pining for each other in silence.

The months went by and you two grew closer, hanging out outside of work even more and visiting each other almost daily.

While you allowed each other to spend time at your homes the bedrooms were seemingly off limits.

It was a border neither of you wanted to cross with each other because both of you were scared of it leading to more.

Bob was a confidant to both of you and it was stressful for him, because even though he wanted to say something he didn’t feel like it was his place to do so.

He was your closest friend after Natasha and he too had spent time at your place, he had even been allowed in your bedroom.

It had made him smile because what he saw there was too sweet, and he desperately wanted to tell Nat about it.

When Christmas came around the end of the year feels hit, and while you enjoyed spending time with Natasha it sometimes made you sad, feeling like being with her without actually getting to kiss her like you wanted to was pointless.

Nat noticed your sadness as well and she felt like maybe it was her fault somehow, which she confided in Bob about.

He was so kind to her and promised everything would be alright.

Jake’s idea of a secret santa at work excited all of you a little, but especially Natasha, when she pulled your name from the bucket.

She was so excited and nervous at the same time, because she simply didn’t know what to get you.

Once again she decided to talk to Bob about it, who smiled widely.

“Have you ever seen her bedroom?” He asked, to which Nat shook her head.

“You’d like it,” he replied, before telling her about the pictures of the two of you that were stuck to the frame of your bedroom mirror.

When the day of the secret santa exchange came Nat was incredibly nervous, because of what she had prepared for you.

You opened the presents one after the other, so that all of you could see what the other had gotten.

While Bob got a Christmas themed case for his glasses from Javy and Bradley received a shaving kit from Jake you were excited when it was finally time for you to open your present.

It wasn’t a big box at all but it was neatly wrapped, a wrapping paper in your favorite color adorning it.

You were excited when you opened the lid, and even more so when you found the first few photos that were put inside.

They were all pictures of Nat and you, just like on your bedroom mirror.

You were so surprised that you didn’t even able to fathom what these pictures meant.

A small smile of gratitude swept over your face and you were about to turn to Nat to thank her, when your eyes fell to the last picture and the neatly calligraphed writing on it.

It was a polaroid of Nat and you that Bob had taken on a trip you had gone to, which you had never gotten to see.

Nat had snatched it from his fingers and when you looked at it you knew exactly why she had.

You were smiling into the camera but Nat was looking at you, an adoring, almost worshipping look on her face.

Below the picture Nat had written something that took your breath away the second you read it.

‘We look cute together so I’m going to ask - would you want to go out with me?’

You didn’t have much time to think as Jake impatiently spoke up, not being able to see too well from his spot on the table.

“What have you got there?” He asked, but your eyes just found Nat’s.

You could see her nervously playing with the ring she often had on her forefinger.

Her eyes were searching yours for an answer and your heartbeat sped up, because you were utterly excited for what was to come.

You immediately started to nod repeatedly, receiving one of the widest smiles you had ever seen on her face, which you mirrored.

“Yes, please, I’d love to go out with you!” You exclaimed, and every one lf your peers chuckled at how you were looking at each other.

You hurried to wrap Nat into a warm and desperate hug before you pulled away, looking at her to find her lovingly looking at her.

She hadn’t said a word but had only glanced at Bob quickly, a quiet thank you for the help that he had given her.

Now she was looking at you, beautifully close to her, and she was utterly happy as well.

“Oh God, I was so nervous you’d say no,” she whispered before she pulled you into another hug, pressing a soft kiss to your temple in relief.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

okay last one i swear lol I've gotta go with my baby girl for the smut

"So wet for me already.", "You're gonna be so sore tomorrow.", and "You look so beautiful with my hand wrapped around your neck."

Consequences

Summary: Feeling neglected by your girlfriend you decide to take matters into your own hands. Will you be able to handle the consequences of your actions?

Pairing: dom!Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x afab!bratty sub!Reader

Warnings:Filth, swearing, smut, punishments, alcohol, MINORS DNI 18+! Rough sex in general.

Word count: 2511

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You had been feeling neglected by your girlfriend for weeks now. She had been working longer hours and then hanging out with the squad or going to bed early when she was off. She hadn’t seemed to notice the lack of sex in your relationship, but you had. So you decided to do something about it. 

You probably should’ve handled the situation more maturely. But you had decided to play a petty game of cat and mouse. A grown up conversation wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted her to be as desperate for you as you were for her. The weeks of touching yourself had left you unsatisfied and sour toward the brunette. 

The opportunity for your little game came up sooner rather than later. It was Bradley’s birthday and he wanted to get out on the town for the night. Going to different bars and clubs until you all had Bob or an Uber take you home. Setting everything in motion was easier than you expected. 

You had chosen an especially short dress for the night. The material barely went down to mid thigh. It would definitely defy the fingertip rule if you were in a school. The neckline was plunging and the back was open. It was all around very scandalous, borderline inappropriate even for a club. It was also in Natasha’s favorite color so you knew it would catch her eye. You needed to adjust the spaghetti straps to keep the dress in its place so you enlisted the help of your favorite Naval aviator. 

“Hey Nat can you come here for a minute?” You called for her from your place in the bathroom. She came striding in not long after. She looked you up and down as she sucked in a breath. 

“What do you need help with? Taking off the dress perhaps?” She asked you as she reached for the straps to pull them down. You simply hummed as you shrugged away her touch. 

“I need you to adjust the straps for me so they stay up right.” You told her as you slipped an earring into your ear. 

“Oh. Okay.” She told you with disappointment leaking from her voice. She adjusted the straps before she went to lean down and kiss the side of your neck. You slyly angled away to pull out your makeup bag. 

“That’s all I needed, babe. I’m gonna finish up my makeup. Why don’t you go wait in the living room till I’m ready?” You asked her sweetly as you looked at her in the mirror. 

“Fine.” She huffed out before exiting the tiny space. You hadn’t thought it was going to be that easy to pull a reaction out of her but you weren’t complaining one bit.

The game continued like that the rest of the night. She’d get close to you and you would slip away. Just out of her reach every time. She had started to grow irritated quite quickly. A scowl set on her face as you danced in the middle of the crowd with Fritz and Hangman. 

You had been giving her light touches here and there. Running your finger along her back. Brushing her hair off her shoulder. Grazing your lips across her cheek as you pulled back from speaking into her ear. You had even gone into the bathroom and removed your thong slipping it into her pocket. She had given you a warning look at your boldness. Her fingers had reached into her pocket repeatedly through the night fingering the lace placed inside. 

But the final straw for her was when you grazed your ass against her front just barely grinding into her as you came up from the dance floor to grab your drink. She quickly snatched your hips into her hands and grinded against you. A growl came out of her as you tried to pull away. You turned and gave her a look of bewilderment. As her grip tightened and her eyes darkened. 

“We’re fucking going home.” She said bluntly. You gave her a look of surprise in return, feigning innocence. She made her way over to Bob as she released you and bargained for his keys so you wouldn’t have to wait for an Uber. You’re not sure what she said to the backseater but whatever it was had him nodding his head and handing over his keys. 

The ride home was silent except for the music playing through the speakers. You had started to grow nervous as the longer time went on without her speaking. Your fingers came down to play with the hem of your dress as you debated speaking up. Finally having enough of the silence you turned towards her. 

“Don’t say a word.” She told you flatly as her knuckles turned white from her grip on the steering wheel. You knew you were in deep trouble then. You had broken a rule right there. Speaking without being spoken to. As you pulled up to your house you tried to open your door but Natasha stopped you. 

“I want you on the bed undressed by the time I get in there. You have five minutes, I suggest you move quickly.” She then unlocked the car door giving you your queue to run. You unlocked the front door and made it upstairs in record time. Sliding your heels off as you went and pulling the dress off your body as you entered the threshold of your room. 

You laid down and waited. It didn’t take long for your girlfriend to enter the bedroom. She looked at you on the bed and shook her head at you mockingly. She came up to the head of the bed and pulled something from behind her back. Your eyes dropped to her hands and then widened as you saw what she had. 

The belt she had been wearing and a blind fold were laid out in her palms. You looked at them hesitantly and then back up at her. She cocked her head to the side, a silent question on if you were ready to continue. You nodded your head reassuringly and then she was moving. 

She tied your hands above your head to the headboard before slipping the blind fold over your eyes. You shuddered as her fingers lazily drew a line from between your breasts to your already slicked up cunt. But she stopped for a moment. Pulling her hand away and just stood there admiring you. 

You squirmed under her gaze even if you couldn’t see it. The feeling of being on display making you hyper aware of all the small noises around you. You could hear her shuffling around the room. Clothes seemed to hit the floor and then a familiar noise filled the air. Your body buzzed at the anticipation of what came along with the sound of the silk and leather. 

“I want you to be a good girl for me. I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight but I don’t appreciate the brattiness you displayed around my friends.” Her voice came out steady and calm as she drew a circle around your navel. 

“Do you remember your rules?” She asked you. You nodded your head in reply, breaking a rule in the process. When she asked you a question you were expected to reply with your words. 

“Seems like you don't, you've already broken two of them tonight.” She said before pinching one of your nipples between her fingers harshly. You let out a tiny scream at the sensation. Rutting your hips in the air as your slick started to coat your thighs. 

“I’ll ask again, do you remember your rules?” She said squeezing your nipple again. 

“Yes, ma’am.” You replied this time your voice wavering around the words. 

“Good girl. Since you broke two of them you get two punishments tonight though.” Her other hand came up to lightly smack your cheek causing your head to rock to the side facing her body. 

“What do you say?” She asked as her hand squeezed your cheeks. 

“Please.” The desperate whine came out before you opened your mouth expectantly. She quickly shoved the silicone dildo into your mouth and you groaned around it. One of your favorite things she used on you was the dark purple strap on. You swirled your tongue around it eagerly as she slid a hand between your thighs. 

“So wet for me already.” She tsked as her finger ran through your folds gathering the slick pooled between them on her digits. She pulled them away as your hips jerked towards her hand. You craved the release you knew her fingers could bring you. You heard her let out a muffled moan and then a loud pop rang through the room. You assumed she had sucked her fingers clean. 

The thought quickly left your mind as she thrust her hips forward and hit the back of your throat making you moan. Tears welled into your eyes as she pulled out and pushed back in a couple of times. Her finger slipped back into your folds and she circled your clit. The motion was slow and precise. It had your climax building almost immediately. Having been so long since she had touched you your body reacted desperately. 

Just as you reached the point of climax she pulled her hand back. You whined pathetically around the purple object in your mouth. She stilled her movements as she heard the noise. You tried to move your head but she pulled out. 

“That was only one punishment and you’re already this whiny. What am I gonna do with you?” She spat out at you before laying a slap on your breast. You whined again as the welt started to form. 

“Please.” Came out of your mouth as you pouted your lips. Hoping she would show you some mercy if you asked nicely. 

“No.” Was her only reply. You felt her at your feet, hands wrapped around your ankles. Your body came to a complete stop. You waited with baited breath to see what she was going to do. She rubbed a few soothing circles into your ankles before prying your legs apart. 

“Safe word?” She asked you.

“Hangman.” you rasped out. It was the one word you had both agreed would cause an immediate halt if needed. The name would be an instant mood killer for both of you.

"You're gonna be so sore tomorrow." She spoke as she crawled onto the bed. She didn’t give you a warning as she slipped the cock shaped object into your entrance. You tried to move away as the feeling burned. 

“Be fucking good and stop fucking moving.” She held you down by your hips hissing at you. Your mouth fell open when she rolled her hips. The cold leather material of the strap rubbed against your clit roughly. 

Your eyes rolled back as she quickened her pace. You heard her moan and you desperately wanted to see what she was doing to herself. There were occasions where she would play with her nipples, using her fingers or clamps. Then there were occasions that she’d be slipping her fingers or a toy into her ass as she fucked you. You guessed it was the latter as one of her hands pushed on your hip and the other came up to wrap around your throat. 

“You look so beautiful with my hand wrapped around your neck.” she whispered into your ear before nipping at the lobe, her hand lightly squeezing its place on your neck. 

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out clenching around the toy inside your cunt. She continued to move her hips. Quickening the pace as her orgasm neared its edge. But then she was stilling, right as the both of you were going to tumble into pleasure. You struggled to pull your hands out of the belt when she slipped out of you. The empty feeling making you cry, tears sliding down your cheeks silently. 

“It’s okay, good girl. That was the end of the punishment. I’m gonna make you feel good now.” Her hands flipped your body over awkwardly. She pulled your hips up into the air causing your head to push into the mattress since you didn’t have your hands to hold you up. 

She ran the tip of the dildo through your dripping folds. Slapping the head against your clit a couple times. You hissed at the feeling of the over sensitive nub being further abused. She slowly slipped into you this time. Taking her time to fully sheath inside you. As she bottomed out she laid a loud smack onto your ass jerking you forward. 

“Please, Nat, please. I need you to make me feel good.” You begged her. 

“I got you.” She shushed you as her hips started moving. She slowly moved in and out hitting that sweet spot inside you everytime. You whined as your legs started shaking. She pushed you down so you were laying flat on your stomach. Then she was bending over you kissing your shoulders and whispering into your ear. 

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” She praised you. You didn’t have enough brain cells left to say anything so you just let out a muffled grunt. Your stomach started to tighten as the feeling of your orgasm came back quickly. 

“You can cum now.” And you did, squeezing around the purple dildo. A sob broke out of your chest as you finally got the release you had been searching for for weeks. She came shortly after you, moaning your name in your ear as she did. 

“I’ll be right back babe.” She slipped out of you and left the room. She came back after only a couple of minutes and removed the blind fold and belt. She gently rubbed some aquaphor onto your wrists soothing the marks left there by the leather of the belt. Then she worked on rubbing a warm rag between your legs cleaning up the mess you had made. 

“Don’t go to sleep yet, gotta get you to the bathroom.” You hadn’t even realized your eyes had slipped shut until the words hit your ears. You hummed as you nuzzled into your pillow. She carefully gathered you into her arms before she was walking you to the bathroom. 

She set you down on the toilet letting you go to the bathroom while she grabbed a glass of water for you. You were done when she slipped back into the small room, standing by the sink on shaky legs. She handed you the water and you greedily chugged it down. Handing you your toothbrush she worked on brushing her own. 

She helped you back to your room before slipping you under the covers. She slid in behind you wrapping her body around yours. Right as your eyes slipped shut she kissed the back of your head and whispered her love for you. You replied by pushing back against her and then you were slipping into a bliss filled sleep.

A/N: Happy Woman Crush Wednesday! Holy fuck was this hot. Thank you so fucking much for this request @sylviebell. Also happy woman crush wednesday!

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[words-4u]

out with the old, in with the new - n.'p'.t

➩ read part 2: here

pairing: natahsa 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader (hangman x ex!reader)

wc: 1.5k

a/n: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS. I JUST SAW THIS GIF AND GOT INSPIRED SO ENJOY XX

top gun: maverick masterlist

call sign = phantom

a couple of days ago you received a phone call from warlock ordering you back to north island navy base because there was a serious mission and he was creating an elite group of fighter pilots to take part in it.

you immediately accepted (it was an order so you really didn't have much choice) and began packing your things. there was no doubt in your mind that hangman was gonna be there. he was one of the best pilots you've ever known, second to you of course and they would be dumb not to have him there.

you pulled up to your old stomping grounds aka the hard deck and the nostalgia hit you. you tried not to let it get to you because all you wanted to do was get inside and see who else was involved with this secret mission.

hangman, coyote, fanboy, payback and bob were all near the pool table chatting amongst themselves when you walked up to them.

phoenix was in conversation with bob but stopped and did a double-take as you approached. "and who is she?"

"oh god," hangman muttered.

you rolled up to the group and quickly noticed everyone else donned their beige uniforms which you have clearly forgone. you had just arrived from the airport so your clothes were more casual.

phoenix unashamedly trailed her eyes down your body taking a bit more time appreciating your exposed legs.

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome the one and only phantom," hangman said in the most sarcastic fake excited voice.

"jake..." you said matching his fake excitement. "i haven't seen you in like what? 2 years?"

"and yet it still wasn't long enough," he grinned.

"that's what she said," you and phoenix said at the same time causing you both to break out in a fit of laughter. when you caught your breath you stepped closer to the stunning brunette that was able to lighten your mood in just seconds.

"and you are..."

"phoenix," she stuck her hand out which you gladly took keeping intense eye contact with her.

"ahem," hangman cleared his throat desperately wanting to get rid of the growing sexual tension between you and the brunette.

"so you two seem well acquainted," fanboy motioned his head towards you and the cocky blond. "is there something we should know?"

you quickly looked to hangman. "well hangman... is there?"

everyone was standing around waiting to hear just how and why there was an underlying hostility between the two of you.

"y/n–erm i mean phantom was my girlfriend for almost two years," he spoke trailing off near the end.

you were taken aback at how easy it was from his to say it now when that was all you wanted 2 years ago. "so i guess it's easier to claim me now than it was back then huh"

"look, i really don't–" he started to rise from his comfortable seat on the pool table.

you held your hands up. "hey, whatever. i'm over it. what's done is done right?"

now people were really confused but you didn't care. all you wanted was to get an ice-cold whiskey in your hand.

"i'm gonna go to the bar," phoenix piped up trying to diffuse the weird energy that entered the space. "anyone want anything?"

"i'm coming with," you said already making your way there.

once you ordered your drink, phoenix took up space next to you. her forearms leaned on the bartop and as she looked at you briefly before looking away. "why do i get the feeling that there's more to it than both of you are letting on?"

"because there definitely is but i would rather not discuss it with 7 uniformed pilot fighters watching like it's some pay-per-view entertainment."

your drink was handed to you and you threw it back without hesitation.

"listen, i know we just met but if you wanna talk, i'm here... well for the next three weeks anyway,"

you sat in silence for a few moments as she nursed her beer.

"we met at top gun and we were together for a year and a half," you began. "i–i was so in love with him that besides training and exams he consumed my every thought. we were good together but he never wanted to go public and i get all the reasons why, hell, i even agreed to it at the start but a year went by and still not a soul knew about us or what we had. he continued flirting shamelessly with other women to keep up this facade and it grew exhausting. i felt like his dirty little secret and i hated it so i left."

"wow," was the first thing phoenix uttered. "i knew he was an idiot but not this much of an idiot."

scoffing, you played around with the ice in your glass. "but like i said i am over him and i am beyond ready for this mission."

phoenix was quiet before she spoke "can i say something?" to which you nodded.

"i would never hide you and excuse my boldness but i mean look at you! if you were mine, i'd show you off any chance i get."

for the second time that evening, phoenix was able to make you laugh while simultaneously making you feel the most intense set of butterflies you've felt in a long time.

"thank you," you said reaching for her arm and squeezing it lightly. you could feel her flex her bicep slightly and it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. "also the second part of what you said can easily be arranged."

"oh it can?" she smirked.

"i mean yeah if you play your cards right," you shrugged playfully.

"noted," she said pressing her thigh against yours.

hangman with his impeccable timing decided yet again to interrupt the moment.

"phantom, can we talk?"

you looked at him and noticed how serious he'd gotten from the boisterous person he was a couple hours ago. "sure..."

as you got up you turned to phoenix. "order me another one, i'll be right back."

hangman led you out the bar and onto its wide porch. he stood in front of you with his hands shoved in his front pant pockets while your back was against the railing for support. it was a safe distance but still intimate, one that slightly crossed the line of professionalism to anyone watching and someone was watching: phoenix.

"you pulled me out here to talk so talk," you spoke crossing your arms.

"i think i owe you an apology," he stated.

"you think?" you laughed dryly. "and what it took a couple years to have that thought?"

"i'm trying here, y/n and let's not forget who left whom, " he said.

"yeah well, jake i needed you try two years ago," you responded. "and of course, i left you! all i ever wanted was to be seen and i felt like i never was with you. like seriously what was it? were you ashamed of me or something? was that it?"

"no not all," he rubbed both of his hands over his face. "i swear to you i wanted to but i just didn't want us to be the talk of our class. i didn't want people to ridicule you and have our relationship overshadow your experience as one of the few female graduates of top gun in our year but trust me when i say that what we had... it meant a lot to me and i just need you to know that, okay?" he placed his hand over his heart in a bid to show you he was being his most genuine self.

you stared him down before coming to the conclusion that he was being sincere with his apology. the guilt was written all over his face. plus it was easier to forgive him than to hold animosity towards him when you both could be flying one of the most dangerous missions ever in just three weeks' time. "yeah, okay," you said kicking at invisible rocks on the deck.

hangman would never admit it but he still loved you, a part of him always will. it was the same for you as well. there's no denying that you will always care deeply for the man standing in front of you but you could never see a future with him, not with everything he put you through and especially not with phoenix who was able to make you feel alive again after spending only a few in minutes in her presence.

"so... i guess it's out with the old, in with the new?" he tilted his head towards the bar clearly talking about the gorgeous brunette waiting for you inside.

"shut up," you shoved his shoulder gently. "listen i–i actually like her so don't mess it up for me!"

"i can be your wingman if you want," hangman offered with a gentle smile.

"i think i'd rather die thank you," you joked.

he guffawed at that. "yeah i knew you'd say that now c'mon, let's get you back to your woman before she thinks we're rekindling what we had."

you faked gagged. "i possibly couldn't think of anything worse," and this time it was hangman who shoved your shoulder playfully.

you re-entered the bar a new person, a lighter version of yourself after the much-needed conversation with hangman. you didn't think you needed it until it happened but you were glad you cleared the air with him so you could put 100% of your energy into making phoenix yours.

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begin again (lt. natasha “phoenix” trace)

a/n: i wrote this at one am while listening to lofi rainy day streams on YouTube and eating mini m&ms. this is self care. i am so in love with this woman someone help me. 

summary: after getting out of an abusive relationship, you’re not sure you’ll ever find love again. after meeting natasha trace, you watch the love story of your dreams begin.

fully, totally, and completely inspired by taylor swift’s “begin again”

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warnings: mentions of abusive/toxic relationship (kinda sorta), this was extraordinarily self-indulgent, implied bisexual reader, this is the cutest thing i’ve ever written, kissing, she’s a shorty but god my heart can’t take this, yes this is an actual Christmas tradition my family has

word count: 1,376

You took a deep breath in the mirror that was set just next to the door of your apartment, adjusting your necklace. You were going on a date with Natasha and you were nervous. You’d known Natasha through Bob, having known Bob as your sweet down-the-hall neighbor. After you and your ex broke up, you’d sworn you’d never date again, never risk that kind of hurt. You were certain you’d never find a love that would make you feel safe, feel whole. So why go through the heartbreak for an answer you already knew? 

Yet when Natasha was asking you out on a date the other night at a potluck Bob had pulled together, you find yourself struggling to say no. You were going to, had planned on it, but when you opened your mouth to let her down gently, to let her know that it wasn’t her, it was you, you... you had said yes instead before you knew what you were doing. There was something about the sweetness in her voice, the way her warm brown eyes twinkled that left you saying yes. 

So here you were, making last minute adjustments to your outfit (wearing a sweater he had hated), hoping she’d like it. You took a deep breath to remind yourself not to get your hopes up. It was one date, and honestly who’s to say it would even be any good? Taking one last look, you grabbed your purse and keys and headed out the front door. The cafe the two of you agreed to meet at was a few blocks from your apartment, and even though the day was chilly and slightly rainy, you were still looking forward to what awaited you after your walk. Still, you felt your heart pull downwards, not understanding the spring in your step, knowing she’d probably be late anyways. This probably didn’t mean that much to her. 

Yet there she was, standing off to the side of the counter, fidgeting with the sleeve of her top as you walked through the door. The bell jingled, catching her attention, and a smile lit up her face as she saw you. You walked towards her and she automatically pulled you into a hug. “You’re early.” You breathe, pulling back as your ake her in. She's wearing jeans, paired with a deep blue NAVY sweatshirt, hair pulled back into a loose braid. It’s casual and so unbelievably Natasha. She shrugs, a light blush coloring her cheeks. 

“Well, I got excited.” She says, taking you in. “You look good.” 

“You too.” You respond and she gives you a warm smile. 

“Oh, this-” She said, glancing down. “This is nothing.” Slipping her hand into yours, she leads you to the counter where you place your order, Natasha insisting on paying (something he never did). You move to take your seats, the barista promising to bring the drinks and snacks to the two of you soon. You try not to show how your heart is fluttering at the way her hand naturally fits into yours, fingers intertwined. She pulls out a chair, laughing gently as she waves her hand. You laugh lightly, trying not to think about the fact that he had never done this for you. 

“And they say chivalry is dead.” She laughs in response, and your cheeks warm, thinking about how much you loved that sound. You take in the cafe as the two of you talk, noting how the cafe is quiet but cozy as always, lights adorning the ceiling giving a comfortable glow to contrast the gloomy rain outside. Between the comfortable feeling of the environment and Natsha’s company, you could stay here forever. The barista soon arrives with your drinks and the pastries Nat insisted on getting. You’re discussing something that happened recently, a conversation between her and Hangman, when you make a witty remark, and her head’s thrown back in laughter. You try not to let it show how foreign this is to you, that someone might find you funny, but she sees it. She always does. 

“What?” She asks, smile fading. It’s still there, but much softer now, attention zeroed in on you. You shrug, picking at the danish in front of you, feeling a blush rise up your neck. 

“Nothing, it’s just...” He never found me funny. “No one’s ever laughed like that before.” She takes your hand from across the table, smiling softly at you. She squeezes your hand, the warm look in her eyes back. 

“I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.” She whispers. You feel yourself blushing harder. “You’re being shy today, you’re much quieter.” She comments. It’s not an accusation, just an observation. You shrug, intertwining her fingers with yours. 

“Just nervous.” It’s not the entire truth but it turns out it doesn’t matter much with her. 

“Don’t be.” She whispers, with that same smile of hers, that you’re finding is melting your heart and breaking down every wall you had built. As the date progresses, you can’t help but think how you were breaking every rule you had set, everything you swore to yourself would never happen again. But here you were, in this cafe with Nat, and you felt yourself letting your heart begin again to start over with someone new. 

As much as you would love to stay there forever, the two of you do have to part eventually and she takes your hand as the two of you leave the cafe. You think about bringing him up, telling her why you had been quiet today, but almost as if sensing what you’re going to do, she starts talking again as you walk towards her car. “You know, my family, every Christmas Eve, we’d gather to watch a movie before bed. It was this silly little movie, on the disc of something else, but it’s one of my favorite movies.” You’re laughing. 

“Don’t tell me it’s Twas the Night Before Christmas?” You ask, slowly forgetting about the man you were going to bring up. She’s laughing now too, looking at you. 

“You’ve seen it?” You nod, bringing her closer. 

“Of course I have.” The two of you are discussing Christmas movies the whole way up the hill to her car, laughter bouncing through the rainy street. You pause in front of her car, sad your time has come to an end. Her hands move from your hand to your waist cautiously, almost as if testing the waters. You respond by wrapping your ams around her shoulder, bringing her ever closer. 

“I had a really good time today.” She whispers, and there those brown eyes of hers go again, making your heart flutter in ways you swore it never would again. 

“Me too.” One of her hands is moving from its place on your waist to your cheek. She’s studying your for a moment, glancing down at your lips. You swallow, knowing where this is going. 

“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay.” She whispers, as if anything louder will shatter the moment. You nod and then she’s gently pressing a kiss to your lips. It’s warm and gentle and sweet, a side of Natasha you had rarely gotten to see, but one you’d come to love nonetheless. You find yourself closing your eyes, one handing moving to the back of her head. Too soon, she’s pulling away, gently leaning her forehead against yours. Her thumb is gently caressing your cheek bone and you find yourself wishing for the moment to never end. 

“Nat, we should do this again sometime.” You whisper against her cheek. 

“The date or kissing?” She’s whispering back, her usual humor present. You snort, face leaning into the crook of her neck. 

“Would it be bad if I said both?” She’s shaking her head, the soft smile making a return. 

“I would love nothing more than do both again.” You pull back to look at her as her hands travel back down to your waist. You smile at her, taking in the moment. With the sounds of cars on the rainy pavement, the warmth in your stomach from laughter and happiness, the way her touch makes you feel safe, you realize that you don’t want to begin again with anyone else. 

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New Future - Natasha Trace

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Summary : After Natasha's last deployment, you hope your relationship won't go down again.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.3k

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Song inspiration : It'll Be Okay by Shawn Mendes

Overexcited, you run and jump into Natasha’s arms, making her drop her bag at the same time. She chuckles before responding to your embrace. You press your lips on your girlfriend’s while keeping your arms wrapped around her neck. You hadn’t felt her lips for a month and two weeks. In other words, you missed them.

Natasha was deployed for a mission whose details are unknown to you. Furthermore, you couldn’t communicate as much as you wanted so you also missed her. Whilst you’re kissing passionately, you hear whistling around you.

“Get a room !” Hangman exclaims with humour.

To answer him, Natasha keeps kissing you and gives him the middle finger. He laughs and keeps walking with Bradley.

As soon as you break the embrace, Natasha takes your hand and picks up her bag and then you go to your car. On the way home, you let Natasha rest despite the fact you want to tell her everything she’s been missing. The smile on your lips can’t seem to go away as you’re so happy to have her back.

Once you arrive, you lightly shake Natasha, she wakes up, groggy, then you walk into your house which you’re still renovating. You bought it a month before she leaves.

You were going through a hard phase - it wasn’t the first one but it was the worst one for now - and you thought buying a property would help you get closer again. When you got the keys, it worked ; the joy of reaching another milestone and creating your own home gave you a little help.

Your relationship was hanging by a thread, not because you didn’t love each other anymore - quite the opposite, it just seemed there were some elements which weren’t working anymore, the main one being Natasha’s time-consuming job. Judging it was only a bad moment, you preferred to create a good one.

Unfortunately, Natasha didn’t have the time to renovate the house a lot. You had started the bedroom together, ripping the wallpaper off and starting the painting until she had to go. Meanwhile, you finished the room. Natasha hasn’t seen it.

So when you get home, you ask her to close her eyes and guide her to your shared bedroom. The second you’re there, you whisper in her ears that she can look. Opening her eyes, a big smile makes its way on her face. At first glance, there aren't any flaws - even if you know every spot you missed - and you built every piece of furniture you had picked together beforehand. You’re proud of your work.

“You nailed it ! It looks so good.” Natasha compliments, stunned.

“I’m happy you like it ! You better love your drawers, it was a real pain in the ass to build it.” you inform, pointing at the furniture in question. “There are also those frames I wanted to put on the walls but I thought it’d be better to wait for your return before making holes.”

While explaining, you walk to the spot between the drawer and the wall to take the four frames of the same size out. You put them on the floor so she can see the pictures. You made several photomontages on a website of your trips and more random moments together, like night outs at the Hard Deck, at the beach or in your old respective apartments. You show her where you thought would be best to hang them whilst she keeps admiring the pictures.

“I love it ! I had even forgotten some pics.” she exclaims, looking at a photo taken for your two years anniversary at a restaurant.

“That’s the reason why I developed them. So, what do you think ? I can make the holes ?” you question, impatient.

“Totally, it’ll be nice. We do it now ?”

“Don’t you want to rest ? We can do it tomorrow. They can wait one more day, it won’t make such a difference to them.” you laugh as you point to the objects and Natasha shakes her head.

“I have enough energy for this. However, after this, I’m taking a shower and we’re cuddling in bed.” she requires putting her hands on your hips.

“I’m gonna get the drill, then.”

You kiss her cheek then go to the guest room that is currently more of a storeroom than a bedroom and get the tools. Before leaving the room, you look at it fondly. When you bought the house, you both decided it would be the guest room until the moment you’d want a kid. You don’t know when, however it’s definitely in your plans. You both have a full idea of the future you want together.

It only takes you about ten minutes to drill the wall and hang the frames. Now, you feel like your bedroom is fully finished.

Natasha goes to take a shower while you empty her bag and do a load of laundry. Shortly after she’s done, you both lay down on the bed, Natasha finally discovering the comfort of this new mattress. Cuddling with each other, you talk ; you’re slowly stroking her hair, lulling her into sleep, thirty minutes later, her even breaths makes you understand she’s sleeping. Softly, you kiss the crown of her head. Unconsciously, Natasha gets closer to you. You wish you could put that moment on hold and stay in your bubble all your life.

Notwithstanding, this moment has to end. After a bit less than two weeks with Natasha next to you, waking up next to her, you feel the cold sheets and not the warmth of her body as you change position in your bed. You open one eye and find an empty spot. When you’re sure there is no one, you fully open your eyes and look at Natasha’s clock on her night stand. Seeing it’s seven o’clock, you know where she is. It’s not rare for her to be called early in the morning for a meeting or another assignment. Your proximity with TopGun is a blessing and a curse. She’s not far away if they need her and therefore, they call her a lot. You can’t help but feel annoyed by it, even if you know it’s not up to her.

When she gets back home during the evening, Natasha finds you in the living room, your nose stuck in the bookshelf’s instruction. Once she’s next to you, you turn your head to peck her lips. You’re about to go back to the building of the furniture when Natasha offers you a bunch of flowers, wishing to make up for her absence. You accept them gladly and you promise her you’re not mad at her. You put the flowers in a vase before going back to the living room.

Natasha takes a look at the almost-finished room. You only have the furniture for the TV left to build, if we forget about the one you’re currently doing. Since Natasha’s return, the renovations have been going faster. You finished the painting you had started before she came back. Quickly, Natasha takes off her shoes before helping you with the bookshelf. You ask her to hold the plank while you screw. Once you’re done, you take another screw when Natasha draws your attention.

“I have the information for my next deployment.”

“Oh ?” you exclaim, stopping in your tracks.

“I… I have to leave in three weeks.”

“You just came back.”

“I know but it’s urgent, it can’t wait.” Natasha explains, pursing her lips.

“And how long will it take ?” you question, playing with the screwdriver.

“Two months.” she informs before adding quickly : “I know it’s not ideal and you’ll have to keep doing the renovations alone but I promise, once I get back, I’ll try to have more days off.”

“It’s okay. It’s your job.” you reassure, taking her hand.

“I know, but we haven’t seen each other a lot recently.”

“We better make the best out of these three weeks then.” you smile.

Natasha kisses you, feeling better to know you’re not mad because of her news. Without waiting any longer, you go back to the building of the bookshelf whilst your mind is lost in your thoughts.

It doesn't matter if you’ve been with Natasha for two years, you still hate when she has to leave. You know your anxiety will be high and you’ll feel lonely. Furthermore, when she gets back, there’s always a moment to adapt before getting back to your old routine. You push all of these thoughts in the back of your mind, you have to enjoy Natasha’s presence whilst she’s here, and you get your focus back on the furniture.

However, the next weeks are not gentle with you. Natasha hasn’t even left yet nevertheless it’s close enough. Slowly, you went back to the phase you used to be when you bought your house. You’re close without really being it. She has to go to TopGun a lot and when she comes back, she doesn’t have a lot of energy to do anything. The rhythm of your renovation slowed down as well and you feel the gap between you getting deeper everyday. You should be happy to have Natasha by your side and yet, you’re gloomy. Furthermore, with Natasha, you’re talking less and less, despite your tries from the both of you. It’s as if you were becoming strangers.

You hate this situation. It’s not the first time it happens and you still don’t know what to do. You feel like everytime you find each other again, an external element sends you to the starting point again and the external element is often a deployment. The periods in which Natasha is not there are becoming heavier on you, in spite of yourself and it can be felt in your relationship. You spend your days looking for a solution. You love Natasha. There must be a solution to fix all of this. You don’t know which one ; even if a part of you thinks that, maybe, this time, there isn’t a solution. Just the thought of it makes you sick in your stomach. You try to forget about it.

A few days before she leaves, you tell yourself you can’t keep these thoughts for yourself. You have to talk about it with Natasha. Your relationship is going through a hard time, you need to talk about it in order to fix it. You can’t stay standing there without doing anything. Therefore, one evening, whilst you’re eating, you draw Natasha’s attention. She gives you an interrogative look, waiting for you to speak.

“We have to talk, Nat. And it’s serious.” you start with a soft voice.

“I wanted to talk to you, too.”

“So, you know just like I do we have to do something. We can’t stay like this. And as you’re leaving soon, we have to fix it.”

“I know.” she admits before staying silent. “I… I was thinking, maybe, I could ask to change jobs.”

“What ?”

“Yeah, like this, I wouldn’t have to leave as much.”

“But you love flying.” you exclaim, surprised.

“I love you more.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Nat. You can’t give up on flying because of me. You will be miserable if you do and I won’t stand it.”

“Y/N, we have to face it, it’s not working anymore between us because I’m always leaving.” Natasha affirms, looking you in your eyes.

“Maybe we just need to find a better balance between our relationship and your deployment. We need a better routine.”

“We both know it’s not the solution. We tried several times and we always end up like this. It’s always temporary. This house is proof of it.” she says, showing the surroundings with her hands. “I really thought by moving in together, everything would be better because we would have our home and it’d be easier to see each other but it’s not the case.”

“I don’t want to break up.” you object, understand what she’s insinuating.

“Me neither but I know that, just like me, you thought about it too. Y/N, it’s okay.” Natasha reassures, putting her hand on top of yours.

“How can you say that ? I love you. I don’t want to lose you.” you whisper with a trembling voice.

“I don’t want to lose you either but if we can’t fix this then we won’t have any other choice. If we keep on trying, it might be worse. It’s okay if our relationship is not working anymore, we don’t have to fix it.”

“And what about the future we imagined together then ?” you ask, tearing up.

“It might not be meant to happen. Y/N, it’ll be okay. We’ll move on.” she states, her voice breaking at her last sentence.

“I don’t want to move on. I want to stay with you.”

Following your sentence, you burst into tears. Natasha’s tears start running down her cheeks as well before she stands up and comes next to you to take you in her arms. You hug each other while letting all of your sadness out. You stay in each other’s arms for quite some time. When you break the embrace, Natasha puts her hands on your cheeks and wipes them whilst yours are on her waist. She gives you a sympathetic smile, you don’t have the strength to give her one.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh.

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I do.” you insist, “When we got together, I promised you I knew what I was getting myself into. I really thought our love would be stronger than that.”

“Love is not always enough, unfortunately.” she sobs. “Maybe, when we’ll be older,” she starts looking at you, “we’ll find each other and this time, it’ll work. Or maybe our love was only made to work in another universe. I will always love you either way. Never doubt it.”

“I will always love you either way, too.”

You look into each other’s eyes before kissing softly. In this last kiss, you share all the love you have along with your sadness. While you’re losing yourselves in your kiss, you feel everything you’ve been building and everything you’ve been dreaming to build fading to black. You both, now, have to imagine a whole new future without the other.

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