#older! natasha romanoff

[romanovthinkver]

can you please write daddy nat just fucking reader into oblivion everywhere 😩

daddy nat would fuck you brainless in every corner of the house at every hour, especially if she has you on a breeding schedule. you’re busy? who cares, she needs to have her balls deep in you. strong hands throw everything off the surface and starts to pistol into you. around the house you’re always in only baby pink panties, she obviously picked them up for you, one of her large shirt too big for you in order to reach your breasts easily.

do you think that’s all it? no. daddy nat clearly has to try every damn spot to fuck you dumb. it doesn’t matter anymore where, her main goal is to breed you and claim her holes: the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, the pool, the backyard, the floor, once also in the garage and so on and on.

her favourite place you wonder? the bed. why? rather than be comfortable for both of you, she can pin you down and fucking you raw like an animal and breeding you into a mating press. however, her favourite spot is also by the window. she pins you there and fucks you into the oblivion so everyone can see how a slut you are. thick cock in your tiny pussy, white cream drooling out your thighs and tits jiggling into her hold. you belong to her and she’s much happily to show everyone.

daddy nat clearly doesn’t stop at every corner of the house. she’s obsessed with car sex. having her cock deep in your throat as she drives is her guilty pleasure. having you seated on the passenger seat like a princess while her free hand pump into your tight hole, throwing you in the backseat to watch you jump on her cock or even pinning you down to pistoling into your cunt.

the car isn’t her limit either. she fucked you dumb once also into a changing room at the store. it was breeding time and god forbid her if she miss it, it was necessary she said. she made you seat on her lap facing the big mirror to force to look you reflex at how good you take her massive cock, how your only job is to please her and how much of a cock whore you are for her. her hand sadly was on your mouth, but let’s just say that the skin slapping and she squelching sound of your pussy and her dick meeting, let you have a consumer complaint either way.

your daddy thought it was a waist to not let you scream her name at that point, she definitely will come back to give everyone a show next time. and you didn’t even say a word, why wouldn’t you? in the end you’re always happy to be stuffed full everywhere from your daddy.

[tahliafox]

Dirty secret.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: You were Natasha’s dirty secret. Set in the 1950s. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut, soft sex.

Word count: 1968 

“Can I ask you things?” The phone was held close to your mouth as you whispered, afraid of someone understanding the intent captive within your words. The fear of rejection was slowly settling into your stomach as she didn't answer immediately. She was so much older than you, and knew lots more than you. God, she probably thought you were so naïve. Your hands shook, so did your breath, waiting for the woman on the other end of the phone to answer. 

Despite being alone in her room, in the comfort of her own home, Natasha was posed similarly. The hunch of her back and hair strewn over her face did nothing to dissipate her glamour. She cradled the receiver in her hand, as if she was holding the delicacy of your face, and pressed her lips to the plastic. Her voice was lowered to a whisper, but that did nothing to cloud the desperation that she seeped.

“Yes.” 

A trembling breath was heard.

“Please, ask me things.”

You smiled against the phone, dipping your head forwards at the answer. You were going to ask her things. It was the first time today that your boyfriend had settled into your mind. Arthur. 

“God, you sound like a schoolgirl” He had groaned on the other side of the kitchen island. “Do you have a crush on this woman? You’ve barely known her a day and I can see you blushing as you speak.”

His hands were gripping the counter tightly, making your stomach flutter- but not in the way Natasha had you feeling. This flutter had been uneasy and unwelcomed. He looked like he wanted to hurt you. 

Natasha’s voice broke your train of thought, everything flew from your mind as she spoke. 

“You can ask me tomorrow. I will come over.”

The dial tone of the phone rang, and her voice was gone again.

You spent the night cleaning your apartment, worrying about how out of place Natasha would look standing in your dingy living room. Then, in the morning, you cleaned some more, spraying freshener around the apartment and opening some windows. 

The judgement you had expected to find on the woman's face was not there when you opened the door. She was standing there, she's actually there. You swallowed, took in a sharp breath through your parted lips, then welcomed her in.

“Your landlady let me in. Sorry if I surprised you.” She spoke for the first time and the giddy feeling was drawn back into, just like last night when you were talking on the phone. Maybe Arthur was right, you did have a crush on the woman. Can I have feelings for a woman? 

Maybe that was what you would ask her. 

Natasha walked through the hallway, eyes flitting around the photos hung up on the walls. You were suddenly aware of all the cracks in the ceiling, and the squeak of the floorboards. Your eyebrows furrowed and you shut your eyes tightly, cringing at the derelict room.

“Is this your boyfriend?” If you hadn't been so aware of the state of the place, you would have noticed the edge on her voice. She seemed to go tense and her fingers brushed against the copper picture frame. You hesitantly glanced at where she was pointing, then nodded. 

“Arthur.” You said. 

Natasha took a few more paces, into the kitchen and lent herself against the counter, facing you. Her arms extended to her sides, holding her up, and she sighed.

“Do you like him?” She asked. Weren't you the one who was supposed to ask questions?

“He is… ok.” You muttered. Natasha tilted her head and a small smile graced her lips. Why was she smiling at your misery?

“Ok? Boyfriends aren't supposed to be ok.” She chuckled, then added. “However, he is a man so I’m hardly surprised.”

“Women are better?” The statement was posed as a question and Natasha gazed to the floor. Was that too far? The words rushed out of your mouth before you could stop them and god, you absolutely were so naïve to think that the woman standing before you would actually answer that question without judgement. You froze, then inhaled, then rambled.

“I- I mean, well, men are so rough, and not very nice. And I don't know if I like that. Maybe I need someone more gentle than Arthur. But you say that men are ok, so could I find one better than him? Am i even good enough to have someone better than him- and- and what if i dont deserve better, what if-”

Natasha cut you off at the incredulous idea of you not being good enough, not deserving better. She was better. You were law-breakingly perfect to her. No religious rules, no societal expectation could fade away your delicacy and charm. The law against two women being together stunned her on a daily basis, of course it was set by a man. No man could ever be this perfect in her eyes. No person. 

“Angel.” she interrupted. You stopped, then started to try and calm your breathing. She walked forwards to you then ran her hands over your shoulders. Pale fingers brushed the hair out of your eyes. Natasha smiled, gently, longingly. Often pervaded with words, the blank sheet that clouded her mind troubled her. Yet, it was hard to register that trouble when you were standing in front of her. 

“You deserve better. You deserve gentleness, softness, intimacy.” and though it pained her, she mumbled. “Someone is out there, it will be like that with someone. I know you will find it, my dear.”

Before you could stop yourself, you asked,

“Would it be like that with you?”

Natasha smiled and cupped your face, looked above your face, as she was taller than you, and pulled you in closer. 

“It would.”

Her lips were right there, all you had to do was lean up. You wanted her to show you, and you would be damned if it didn’t happen today. You wanted gentle, you wanted kind. You wanted her. 

“Show me.” You pleaded. “Please, show me. I need you to show me.”

Natasha whimpered and looked into your eyes once more. 

“Natasha.”

Her name dripped from your mouth and any restraint she had left. Her lips pressed onto yours and parted softly. Her breath was in your mouth, then her hands were in your hair and all you could feel was the aching, throbbing of your entire being. She needed to do more, she had to do more. 

You kissed her with desperation and when she responded so beautifully your legs started to buckle, your hands gripped at her shoulders. God, she was going to kill you, this was going to end you and you didn't care. This was everything. 

“God, my angel.” she pulled back a few millimeters and started repeatedly pecking your lips. Her mouth trailed down your face, to your jaw, then neck. “You’re so good, so perfect.”

How could something this good be so wrong?

“Please.” Your leg was pulled onto her hip and her wandering, gripping hands were touching your thigh. “Please, please, please.” Your head tipped back and she moaned so wetly into your ear. 

“You’re trembling.” she muttered into your skin. For you, you thought over and over. All for her. 

Her hand danced up your thigh and her lips found yours again, but you couldn't focus on kissing her back when her polished fingers were pressing over your panties, over your wetness. She could feel you seeping through the thin cotton and suddenly nothing was enough, nothing would ever be enough until she had you whole. 

Her fingers raced from your underwear, back to your thighs and she hoisted you onto her hips. “Show me where your bedroom is.” She moaned. You pointed to the door to your left and she walked into the room with you wrapped around her. 

She let you down and stood you Infront of her. Her hands found the buttons to your blouse, she asked you permission to undress you, then did. Everything was shaky, trembling and you thought it was from nerves, but how could a woman like her ever be nervous with a girl like you. She was so.. So everything. Everything you weren't, but in this movement she wanted you. She needed you.

Her pure desperation for you finally made you feel something good, something important. And god, you were important if she needed you. 

“Fuck, my angel.” your top had been discarded on the floor, with your skirt and you were left in nothing but your cotton panties. Her hand glided over your boob, brushing your pert nipples and finding their way to your neck. “Unworldly.” she mumbled. 

You whimpered, and she kissed you again, this time slower with more patience. Your hands went to her ginger hair, soft and slow. Her fingers made her way back to your underwear, she cupped you then palmed her hand a few times making your body jolt into her. 

“Just like that.” she pulled back and pressed her forehead against yours. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.” she hooked her fingers around your underwear then fell down your body, pulling them down. Her mouth was suddenly level with your cunt. “So pretty.”

Her forehead pressed desperately against your pubic bone and she could only smell you, feel you, touch you.

“Please. Please let me.” She begged, and you didn’t know what she was begging for but you nodded your head anyways. You could never say no to her. 

And when her tongue ran its way through the slick heat of you, everything became worth it. Every single moment you had waited, the agony of needing her yet not getting her was nothing because all you could feel was her mouth, and her hands.

You found home in her hair, clutching at it, tugging. She moaned into you and the vibrations brought you right to the edge. Arthur had never made you cum, no one had. The feeling was so unfamiliar and new your heart was starting to flutter more than it already was.

Natasha must have heard it, or felt it somehow because she was all of a sudden running two fingers through your folds, then curling them inside of you, gently. The windows being open had left your mind ages ago, and you screamed.

You screamed so desperately and so hotly that Natasha nearly came herself. 

“Say my name, baby.” she asked.

You complied immediately and started chanting her name like a prayer. Somehow the audio of her being kept bringing you closer to the edge, and you wanted to fall so badly your words got quicker and more incoherent and Natasha sped her mouth and fingers up. 

She brought your clit into her mouth and sucked on it, then ran her tongue up and down you, to suck again. Her fingers found a fast pace within you and curled incessantly, hitting something  so good every single time. 

“Let go, darling. Cum for me.” The words sounded so dirty leaving her, but so right. You followed her orders and fell over the edge.

You could feel everything, yet nothing. The explicitly overwhelming feeling of her hands, her mouth and the throbbing of your cunt was so much you screamed, people must've thought you were being murdered. Natasha flew up your body and started using you mouth with hers, swallowing all the vulgar noises that dared to leave you. 

After what seemed like an hour you started coming back down into her. She held you so tightly, yet so softly, you were immediately grounded within her. 

“My perfect, little girl.” she whispered like it was a dirty secret and you nodded. 

“Yours.” you confirmed and she nuzzled into you.

[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

[hamzilla]

christmas gifts

summary: it’s all about giving

pairings: parents best friend!natasha romanoff x younger!reader, mentioned carol danvers x reader

warnings: virginity loss, cunnilingus, oral(r receiving), soft!nat, slight dub-con, coercion, innocence kink, extreme amount of pet names, let me know if there is anything else :), not proof read

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smiling wide, gifts in hand you knock loudly on Natasha’s door. “Y/n, hello, merry Christmas.” Natasha cheers merrily as she opens her door. before replying you eye her up and down, from her Christmas themed pajama pants with little gnomes dressed as Santa, a dark grey wife beater, her unbuttoned red and black flannel, all going very well with her new short haircut. “honey?” Natasha waves her hand in your face trying to get your attention. “Oh! Uh, I brought gifts.” you smile brightly lifting up your arms. Natasha moves out of the door way, gesturing into her house.

you walk into the living room setting the gifts on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch. “come on, natty. open your gifts.” the older woman chuckles plopping down next to you and resuming her tv show before grabbing a gift off the table. “sugar, you shouldn’t of gotten me anything. I don’t have anything to give you.” “it’s ok, Tasha, it’s all about giving.” seeing you look up at her with wide eyes, causes hers to darken a bit and a fire to grow within her. she smiles carefully ripping away the tape holding the bag together, pulling her gift out, the smile on her face only becomes wider as she eyes it. “this is very sweet of you, bunny.” “it’s from, mom and dad, actually.” “well, you need to tell tony and pepper, i said thank you.” you nod and just shove her next gift at her. reading the name tag, this time, she sees Morgan’s young scratchy handwriting and smiles before carefully tearing the wrapping paper. her booming laugh finds your ears and you smile, “what is it?” you start laughing as well when you see the arrangement of fidgets your little sister had given nat. “is this last one from you, princess?” a stern blush covering your face, you nod as she starts to open the gift.

“honey, are you sure this gift is for me?” eyebrows furrowing you lean over before your eyes widen and you snatch the box out of her hands. “No. No, this gift was for, um, someone else.” “who was it for?” Natasha smirks, eyes swapping between the strap-on and your blushing face. you mutter a name but she couldn’t quite hear what she said. “Hm, you’ll have to speak up, princess. I couldn’t hear you.” nat sets her hand on your knee as you start mumbling about what crap it is that she wants you to tell her. “come on, sweetie, it’s not like I’m gonna go tell your parents or nothing.” “ it’s for carol.” “what?” “carol. I was gonna give it to carol, we’ve been talking about taking our relationship to the next level and we were gonna have sex for the first time.” “oh, y/n, you’re still a virgin?” shamefully you nod you head, setting the the gift on the coffee table. you set your head in your hands.

“well, since you gave the gift to me, we could try out what you wanted to do?” with her hand sliding further up your leg, you look up at her. “what do you mean?” “i can take you virginity if you want.” her hand reaches the apex in between your thighs and you gasp as she presses the palm of her hand against your clothed core. “wouldn’t you like that, honey? daddy taking your virginity?” “I don’t think this is right, natty, you’re my parents friend.” “no one’s ever gonna know. it’s just me and you here,” she slowly pushes you against the arm of the couch, “daddy’s not gonna tell anybody. so you just lay back and let me do the work, after all it’s all about giving.” “I’m still not sure, natty, what if my parents find out.” “sweetie, no one is gonna find out.” she chuckles, pulling down your pajama pants, panties along with them. “take off your shirt.” you do what the older woman says the second the shirt gets over your head her rough hands are groping at your breasts. “such perfect tits, baby. all pretty and perfect for daddy.” “mhm.” you moan quietly as she pinches your nipples. “that’s right, just for daddy.” she grins, scooting down to the other end of the couch so her face met with your pussy. she blew small breaths onto your clit watching as your hole clenched around nothing.

“sweet baby, are you ready for daddy? we’re gonna go slow ok?” before you can respond she starts to slowly push a finger into you. the woman moans at the way you clench when she starts to move her index finger. once she gets a good rhythm pumping in and out of you, she takes her other hand and rubs your clit. “daddy.” you whimper hand gripping her short blonde hair. “yeah, baby, let it all out for daddy. let me hear how much you like daddy doin’ this.” “like it so much, feels so good. so fucking good.” you moan louder, grip tightening in her hair when she slowly pushes another finger into your dripping cunt. “are you close, baby? gonna cum for daddy? you gotta ask permission first, okay?” “please, daddy, please. I gotta-gotta pee!” you tell out, moan slipping past your lips. “no baby. your gonna cum for daddy, that’s not pee, ok, just let go and give daddy what she wants.” your thighs start to shake, moans becoming louder. “god, baby, your so tight. can barely move inside you.” despite her words she keeps on going and applies more pressure to your clit, “just like this, cum for me.” just then the pleasure overwhelms you, back arching off the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and thighs squeezing around natashas head. “Oh, baby.” natasha coos while you come down from your high. “tasha , feel so good.” you sit up, before you can catch your breath her lips pressed against yours, kissing you hard. “did you like your christmas gift, baby?” you nod sitting up so you can get dressed.

“what are you doing, baby? we still have to try out my Christmas gift.”

[crybabycunt]

(getting ready for a mission)

Natasha: What is it, exactly, that you bring to this?

Kate: I'm a planner. I make plans. And I'm an archer.

Natasha: This doesn't require an archer and you've already made the plan, so...

Kate: If, uh, the existing plan fails, I make a new plan.

Natasha: So, you make plans that fail?

Kate: No? ... No.

Yelena: She also plays the cello.

Kate: *under her breath* Yelena, that's not relevant.

Yelena: But you do! I'm so proud of you, detka*.

Kate, to Natasha: Trust me. I'm indispensable.

*detka = babe/baby

[gayerthanevertbh]

picture me naked - part 1.

you met your mother’s best friend for the first time, and you’ve caught yourself infatuated by her.

SERIES SUMMARY | an adolescent girl falls in love with her mother’s best friend in the summer of 2016, where she finds herself becoming an entirely new being. on a cold mystic night, the woman decided to kiss you in the middle of your room; and you let her in.

WARNINGS | 18+ MINORS DNI older woman/younger woman relationship, reader’s slight obsession over natasha (not graphic), masturbation (brief), natasha slightly flirting with the reader (is she though...)

NOTES | new chapter! hoping you would like this, it’s only 3.5k words but it’s only the start of it. the next few chapters are very angsty and smutty, so prepare yourselves. enjoy x

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On a scorching hot early morning, I was taking a swim with a strawberry in my mouth. I appreciate the sweetness and saltiness of the fruit, the color perfectly matches my lips too. It’s a fruit that brings me comfort, that brings me joy when Sonny has new baskets of strawberries every morning in the back of our garden, which is the most beautiful scenery if you ever visited Italy. Mother says it’s almost like a tourist spot, which I did not want to happen. Partially because I call it home, and it wouldn’t be home if dozens of people took a visit to our villa. I took another lap and took a seat at the edge of the pool, grabbing my glass of orange juice and licking my lips when I could still taste the juiciness of the fruit.

Italy is a place of paradise where nothing really happens or matters. Every summer, we visit our little house and usually, I’d be happy alone. I’d die enough to be alone. But my friends would sometimes visit, give me a peck on the cheek, and hang out in the backyard since it’s the only place they want to visit. Could I blame them? Not much, I’d happily be in my backyard too. Casa Felice, happy home.

“Y/N?” mother calls me from the front yard with a melodic voice that she always uses whenever she’s in a good mood. “We have a guest, come here!”

I wouldn’t have a problem standing up and meeting this guest, but all so suddenly I don’t even dare to stand up. My eyes were on the trees, my skin is being warmed by the sun, and I’m happily sitting down with my orange juice and a small bowl of strawberries beside my thigh. Don’t disturb my paradise, I’d die.

Either way, I stood up and slipped my feet on my sandals, treading myself through the gravel on the ground, and made my way back to the main house. I fixed my hair and tied it up in a bun, not caring much if it was still wet, and walked out to see a woman leaning against a car with a cigarette in her mouth, an open white blouse that shows her chest, and a dangling arrow necklace, and a whimsical smile on her face.

“This is Natasha,” my mother introduces herself with her hand out. “One of my closest friends here back in Sokovia, she’s actually staying with us for the whole summer! Isn’t it exciting?”

Exciting? I wouldn’t use the word exciting, but I could say that I wasn’t pleased with a visitor that I don’t even know of. But out of mannerism and politeness, I gave Natasha a small gentle smile and introduced myself with my hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Natasha.”

She put the bud of her cigarette back on her lips and shook my hand, grimacing to myself when the smell of her cigarette is now on my skin. She replied huskily, “It is. I’m surprised I’ve never met you.”

“Mama and Papa travel a lot,” I say. “So I’m always included.”

“Now both of you have plenty of time to get to know each other,” you could hear how happy my mother was with her voice and the grin on her face; it was like her two favorite people are now shaking hands, a whole world connecting to each other. “Y/N, do you mind bringing her to the guest room?”

That’s connected to my room, damn it.

I murmured to her lips quietly, “Is it necessary?”

“Now don’t be rude,” she scolds within her breath; smiling meekly at Natasha; acting like nothing is happening. I smirked and turned around, making the woman follow me back to the house. I hear my mother yelling, “Make her feel at home, Y/N!”

I touched the fingers of my hand and felt the roughness that has stuck ever since Natasha shook my hand. I hope she doesn’t notice how agitated I was, or when I was starting to walk in a wobbly way because of the heavy scent that she has on her clothes. Does she always smell so… smoky? It’s attractive, alluring, and definitely compelling. When we got to the room, I offered her a hand on the bag that she was holding but she shakes her head–telling me silently that she could handle it. Of course, she can, she seems like physically strong herself; especially with those biceps.

Have I been stalking?

“Our rooms are connected,” I mentioned while pushing the curtains out of the way so you could see the view from the window. Natasha hums quietly and places the bag on the bed, which is supposedly my bed. But I didn’t mind, and neither did I care. I could just steal the other room, although it was messier than this one. “You could take my room if you want, I’ll stay in the other room.”

“We won’t be in the same room together?”

What does that suppose to mean? Was she trying to hint out something seductive? Surely, I think of it as a friendly suggestion from her but honestly, from her deep sultry voice and the way she looks at me with her hooded green eyes, I think about something else: flirting. It’s a classic thing to do whenever a person is interested in the other individual; the touching, the lurking, especially when they have to be near you a hundred percent all the time. But we have just met, why would I think that way?

Or maybe I’m that lonely.

“No,” I shake my head with a shirt on my hand that was on the ground. It was my shirt, I wouldn’t want it to smell like her cigarette. “I’ll be in the next room. Just knock on my door if you need anything.”

As soon as I walked to the other door, I hear hear her saying: “Thank you, by the way. You seem like a nice kid.”

Kid, I thought to myself with a scoff. Does she think of me as some kid? It’s embarrassing since I just turned eighteen a few months ago. I hardly think I’m a kid unless I’m just being those teenagers who think that they know everything like they are smarter than God himself. Just think of her as some guest, another bore, another summer. You won’t have to see her again after two months, you could just be civil with her. Everything will be under control.

“You’re welcome.”

I turned around and closed the door behind me, my body mindlessly flopping on the bed with my face on the pillow. I groaned, it was almost like I’m having sex with myself, and I’m rocking the bed with my body that is trembling from her flirtatious acts. Have I been this way with everyone? Usually, whenever there would be guests here, I’d be acting normal and witty. Now, I feel like I’m about to explode into million pieces when she touched my hand that smelled like her cigarettes. I brought my palm near my nose and inhaled the scent; it was still there. I wanted to lick my skin, to taste what she smelled like, although I finally realized how creepy that thought was so I walked to the bathroom and rubbed my hands with the faucet on, the water splattering everywhere.

Another guest, another bore. Repeat, she doesn’t matter anyway. She’s probably two decades older than me and has children like my mother herself, it’s just some stupid crush. It’s going to fleet away.

The next day, I was having eggs and bacon for breakfast when suddenly I see the woman that is sleeping next to my room with shades shielding her eyes, a tight tanktop that hugged her torso neatly, and sat down in front of me with a soft sigh coming out of her mouth. I wanted to look away, to continue eating my food, but she looked interesting to stare at.

“How long have you been up?” she asked casually.

“Not long ago.”

“So you weren’t the one who kept moving the bed?”

Am I that loud? That obvious? The only reason that I did that was because of the want of getting her attention, to come inside of my room with a smirk on her face. Come to me, she would say, and I’d be having my arms around her neck like an innocent girl I am. Deadly thoughts, deadly sin. I hope by the end of the day they would perish, that they would be dust in the air. But how could you sit there and look stupid while having that grin on your face? Tell me, seriously, how could you attract me that much? We’ve only known each other for a day.

“I’m like a monkey when I sleep,” I say with an apologetic tone. “Sorry, did I disturb you?”

“Not at all,” she responded with a kind voice, not sultry or flirtatious, a genuine kind voice. “You seem like you’re a heavy sleeper too.”

“That as well,” I say with a light chuckle; closing my book and placing it on my lap. I didn’t want her to see what I was reading, I didn’t want her to be interested. I asked, “How long have you known my mom?”

“Ever since college.”

How come I’m only meeting you now, Natasha? Why do I only get to smell the cigarette that has surrounded my head ever since? Has the universe brought you to me? Is this, perhaps, destiny? Forget it, you wouldn’t dare to look at me.

“You sure you have never met me?” my voice was quirky, demeaning, but there was a hint of gentleness within. She smiles at me.

“Nope,” she shakes her head and brings the rim of the glass to her mouth, gulping twice from the water. “I mean, your mother and I don’t see each other a lot, partially because I’m always out of the country.”

“Why’s that?”

Natasha cocks an eyebrow because of my sudden interest in her, I hope I didn’t come off as a prude girl, I hope that she likes me as a person and not a kid in her eyes.

“I’m a pilot sweetheart,” attractive; beckoning, even. “I only get to have time off this year, as I planned to happen. That’s why I’m in Italy right now with you guys.”

“I didn’t know you were a pilot.”

“Well, you know now.”

I wanted to say something to keep our conversation floating in the air, to not brush away like a wind. But as soon as I opened my mouth, she gave me a wave that screams: I’ll see you later or never and I realized how desperate I was to talk to her, to get to know her as a person and truly know her existence. Are you married? Do you have kids? Are you a playgirl? Numerous and numerous questions are filling in my head as she takes a few steps away from me, I wanted her to turn around and change her mind.

Let’s keep talking, shall we?

But she has never said that, nor even given a damn to turn around. I curled my toes together as I felt my stomach churning in such desperation that it has filled up my body and my system. I clenched my knees together, I wanted to stab myself with a fork or a butter knife, perhaps even a real knife. God, I never wanted anything else but her eyes lingering on my skin. Then, an incredible idea popped into my head; I should tease her a bit, maybe wearing something shorter so that her eyes would lurk more into me, to touch me even. I was desperate, needy, and in agony. Turn around, you fool. I want you to keep looking at me.

That afternoon, I walked out of the house. I had my camisole top on so that you could practically see my lower belly, and walked with the sound of the gravel bouncing off my feet. The noise radiated around the front yard, I wanted it to happen, so she could hear me. There was a tire swing that was tied on this big branch and I sat down on it, grabbed my book that was tucked into the back of my shorts, and read quietly with the sound of the window whooshing around the area. I read for an hour, then got bored because no one was making noise. Shall I invite my friends for dinner? My father would be delighted to see them, he says that my friends are good influential people when that’s never been the case. They’re rebellious, but I was never in their lane for some reason. I walked to the backyard just to see Natasha sitting on a wrought-iron chair, with her feet up on the table, her shades covering her eyes. I hope she turns her eyes so she can see me, to appreciate my outfit, I bet she likes it. But she never did, much to my disappointment.

I decided to go back to my room and take a long nap, curling myself like a ball.

Sweetheart, you’re so delicate. She says, almost in a hungry voice. Come here, let me taste you. I bet you taste like strawberries, hm? That’s it, open your legs for me little girl.

That’s all I could remember from my feverless dream that afternoon, and I felt a wet patch in between my legs because of it. It’s only been a day, and now she has this hold onto me that makes me near her, that is desperate for her attention. When I came out of my room, I saw her lying down flatly against the bed with a book covering her eyes. She had her shirt up a bit, you could see her stomach which was defined by her abs. I wanted to touch it for some reason, as well as maybe lick it with my tongue. But I turned my head away and walked to the kitchen, grabbing another bowl of strawberries and watching a film on my computer–in a wavering heat.

Does she know how much I’m interested in her?

Does she? Lei sa?

Dinner finally occurred and I was sitting down with an empty seat beside me, hoping that Natasha would come down to eat with us. My father has been talking about another land that he wants to buy, and my mother thinks it’s too soon to buy it once since we are living at our villa for the whole month and the next month. I started playing with my food with my fork, jotting out my lower lip, and heard thudded footsteps coming from downstairs.

Natasha, Natasha, Natasha.

“Vis, clear the area,” my mother tells him as she fixes herself and kisses Natasha on the cheek to greet her. Do they always have to do that? I hear my mother say, “Y/N, give some space to Natasha so she could eat properly.”

She sat down beside me and gave me a quick smile, then turned to my father as she talks about what it feels like to be a science professor in New York. He’s usually smug about it, but not tonight. He seemed pretty down-to-earth when he brought up his job; my mother and I were surprised.

“Does Y/N go to the same school that you’re teaching?” Natasha asked fondly, I perked my head up a bit.

“For the whole senior year yes,” he replied while chewing food in his mouth. “But she’s out now, we’re starting to find a good university for her to get in.”

Natasha turns to me and gives me a small pat on the back, saying: “I hope you get in, you seem like a smart girl yourself.”

I feel dumber when I’m with you, Natasha.

“I hope so too.” I managed to reply and continued to eat silently with my food that hasn’t been touched ever since Natasha started talking. She has really compelled me, it’s almost insane if you might add. While we were all eating, I felt her foot brushing against mine, and I could’ve sworn that my heart was beating so fast like the engine of a car. I had to act normal as if nothing happened, and I continued to act that way until I went back to my room with heat spreading all over my cheeks. I slammed my forehead against the door twice, whispering under my breath how stupid I am, and brought my body back to my bed with a flushed face.

She looked at me with her bright green eyes, she looked at me.

Our feet touched.

Elbows? No, they never touched. It’s okay though, I’m okay with her foot touching mine. I hope it happens again, please make it happen again.

As I was almost drifting away to sleep, I suddenly remembered her voice from my previous dream. Sweetheart, come for me. Her voice keeps ringing in my head like an alarm, and my pussy gets wetter and wetter as I remember her hand wrapped around my throat. I humped the air with my hand covering my mouth, I was desperate–again! Can’t you believe it? How can a woman make me fall apart within just a day? Ridiculous, even. But my body couldn’t help it, I was thinking about her constantly.

Shamefully, I touched myself while I thought about the dream I had today. It’s like when I touched my folds, she was touching me instead. I felt dirty, not so innocent, and despaired when it came to her. I bit my lower lip to keep my moans intact and continued to spread my folds with the wetness that had been created while I was having a peaceful dinner with Natasha. You like that, don’t you? Yes, I want you to keep touching me.

Want my tongue inside of you?

Yes, fuck me harder.

Where baby? Want my fingers too?

Yes… please.

You better come for me then.

I was so close to my climax when I heard a sudden door shut that interrupted my room. My body jolted up, I was a heaving mess. Did Natasha spy on me? Or maybe she must’ve been in the wrong room when she saw a girl touching herself? I felt the embarrassment in me, I wanted to kill myself that night. God, I’m that stupid and desperate. Why did I not lock the door?

Perhaps I wanted her to come in and see how much I wanted her to fuck me instead of my fingers, how much I wanted her to take my virginity and say how much she wanted to taste me. Those were my tiny assumptions and hopes, but they never came into real life. I was, in fact, the stupidest girl to ever exist on this planet.

I should’ve locked my door.

I should’ve–I should’ve stayed at my place.

I have predicted that Natasha will go to town and be with herself, all alone. And as soon as I woke up, she was gone, telling Sonny that she won’t be back for the whole day. It had already been a week since she arrived, and I’d followed in her footsteps ever since. I walked downstairs to ask Sonny where she had gone off to, and he gave me no reply, just a shrug. Sometimes, he can be a bitch. But I could hardly blame him, he has been with us ever since I was just a baby.

I did nothing for the whole morning, I was by the pool with my sunglasses and a book that I was reading; of course, with my camisole top on. It’s like my tank top has been my uniform ever since she got here, and she never looked at me once. Partially I think it’s because I’m too obvious, have I been that obnoxious? I hoped not, but I still wanted to act like myself–especially after that incident that has never been questioned.

Maybe it was not her who came to my room, maybe it was Sonny. But that would be weird since he never goes up to my room, he’s usually down at the garage with baskets of strawberries, it wouldn’t make sense. It could be my mother, but that’s an even worse thought. I’m conflicted and disoriented, I needed to get out of here. I needed to be away from her so that I would be able to breathe, let myself think, and realize that the situation I’m currently in isn’t normal. Fuck, I might be delusional at this point.

After a whole bowl of strawberries that are now in my stomach, I went back to the house with a stain on my tank top. I didn’t bother cleaning it up, I let it dry just as much as I wanted my infatuation over Natasha to dry up as well. Until then, I just have to wait. Maybe I could sleep in my parent's bedroom so I could avoid her, though that sounds stupid–so it was out of the box. I walk back to my room just to see a note on my table, near my oxford lamp.

I didn’t dare to touch it.

But I still did with a deep breath and opened it, and wished that I never did. I’m that stupid, am I?

Keep it down, sweetheart.

She was, in fact, in my room that night. She saw my hand under my shorts, she has seen everything. And now, I’m embarrassed. I had to call a friend and ask if I could sleep at their house tonight, I can’t be here at all–not knowing that Natasha has seen such displeasure from me. I could never rest again, I have been reckless.

To be who I am because of you.

Essere quello che sono grazie a te.

how was the first part? <3

tag list: @alexleftme​ @wandsgurl​ @natty-taffy​ @dubleshcpi @blackwidow-3​ 

[sunnysideprincess]

They bring in a boy. And Steve doesn't need anyone to tell him that it's Howard's boy. Sweat soaked brown curls flopping on his forehead, bruised lips and nose running blood. It's the eyes that give him away. He remembers seeing those eyes in the mansion. Wide. Inquisitive. And oh so alluring on a face meant to be painted with lust.

Natasha sits him on the bar counter, infinitely gentle even in her rage. The rest of the team stands by, all of them sentient watchers as she fixes him little by little, taking her time with every little scrape and tender bruising. Nobody asks any question. Nobody voices an order.

Steve is the Captain. They all look up to him. But they also know not to deny Natasha Romanoff her due. And they know to hold their breath when she stands up, sways and turns to the Avengers, eyes unblinking and limbs shaking with unspent energy.

They stand vigilant for the Black Widow and her silent rage, awaiting her call. And it's when she smiles, cold and unforgiving; when she tells them ", they hurt my brother"; when she makes her demand "I want them dead"—it's then they move. It's then Steve looks at the boy again. Those doe-eyes wide in shock. His lips parted in a whispered gasp and hands that clutch an empty beer bottle to his chest.

It's then he gets it-why Natasha's name weaves around his wrist, inked in red and gold but never igniting anything beyond the simple need for solidarity.

It's then he gets it.

There's nothing Steve wouldn't do to keep this boy safe. And the other half of his soul agrees.

Next part

[yelenabemylova]

Misfortune - Older!Nat x Reader (epiphany au one-shot)

summary: a few minor inconveniences cause you to feel overwhelmed, thankfully natasha is great at comforting you

Cold sheets.

The worst bad omen of them all.

You knew your day was ruined as soon as you woke up and Natasha wasn't lying in bed with you. "Tasha?" you grumbled as you trudged down the stairs, blanket draped over your shoulders.

"Morning, detka," your wife sat at the kitchen island, typing intensely on her laptop. "What are you doing?" you asked her curiously.

She turned her screen around to show you, she was attempting to create an instagram account. Laughing, you began to make breakfast for the two of you, pancakes being the only thing within your skill set.

Nevertheless, Natasha was appreciative and you received many, many kisses for your hard work.

"Come back to bed," you whined, leaning your head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, malysh. I have to go run some errands today," she wrapped an arm around you, giving you an apologetic squeeze.

Sighing, you went back upstairs, getting ready for the day. Last night, you had made plans with Wanda to meet up at the compound. It had been ages since you'd seen any of the avengers, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

Just as you slipped on your shoes, your phone rang. Wanda's name lit up your phone, "hey, Wands. What's up?" A beat of silence passed before she spoke, "Carol just came back from space, and I promised her I'd hang out with her next time she was here. I'm so sorry, we can still hang out this evening if you want?"

Your heart ached a little bit, you didn't have many friends, and the ones you did have didn't seem to have time for you, "okay, see you later." Hanging up, you sulked into the kitchen, but Natasha had already left. It seemed to be a common occurrence with Wanda, she'd always agree to make plans with you but rarely followed through on them.

A wave of sadness washed over you, your thoughts felt like they were being amplified by a huge speaker.

Kicking off your boots, you decided to head back to bed. You pulled the blankets above your head, letting your feelings take over and quiet sobs escape your throat.

"Ангел?" Natasha's familiar voice helped you escape your thoughts, "what's wrong?" Sniffling, you reached out for her, letting her scoop you up in her arms and hold you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world, "it's just not my day today."

You felt stupid for crying over such small things, but Natasha always assured you that even tiny things can cause huge feelings and that it was okay for that to happen. "I'm sorry, detka," she took her hoodie off, laying you down in bed with her, "how about we have that cuddle session you wanted this morning?"

Natasha took pride in her new social media account, showing you it multiple times. You couldn't help but notice she didn't have a profile picture, though. "Do you want to have matching icons?" you asked her hopefully.

"I don't know what that means, but anything for my pretty girl," she handed you her phone, letting you change her profile photo to Wednesday and you had one of Enid.

"Look, now we're just like them," you grinned, looking up at her. "Whatever floats your boat, darling," she chuckled.

The next day Wanda texted you about how she was sorry that she forgot about your later plans and that she had accidentally fallen asleep. You assured her it was fine, but in reality you'd had enough of her antics.

Fans of the avengers went crazy when they found out Natasha was now on instagram. She posted photos of you on her story constantly, usually without asking. Of course, you got her back for it. You always did.

[lostremind]

Okay guys not to be lesbian but I need more older ceo nat fics/stories bc older nat is everything but older ceo nat is endgame

[pretentiousclubmate]

natasha and yelena are basically just a sirius and regulus variant

[tahliafox]

Only you.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: “Oh, baby. It's only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. 

Warnings: Angst, Making out.

Word count: 1938 

This is an add on to Dirty Secret, my last published story.

Your finger flitted gently over the F# a couple times before a light pressure caused a horrendous off-key sound coming from the G in front of it. Your eyes tightly closed shut at the mistake.

“It’s an F#, darling.” The deep voice that appeared beside you made you flinch into a pair of thin, delicate hands that came to rest on your  tender shoulders. A green-flecked gaze ran over Natasha’s perfectly polished nails. From instant perception, the older woman's voice seemed to be aroused with disappointment.

The hand that once rested on your shoulder came and grasped at your shaky hands to place them onto the right keys. “A, then F#, then back to A. The notes are in triplets, play it rhythmically and evenly. That may prevent you from slipping again.” You took in a quiet breath, drying out your wanting lips. 

“I'm sorry, I have been trying to play it for ages now. I just can't get it right.” Your voice came out shaky, the breath taken in did little to calm your nerves- further prevented by the divine presence behind you. Natasha ran her hand back over to your shoulder and comfortingly caressed the tiffany blue, cotton shirt. Nimble fingers played with the satin collar that had been folded neatly, framing your porcelain neck. It was unfolded and folded again in exactly the same way, however it seemed to look neater after Natasha’s touch. 

“Why don’t you take a break, sweetheart. Maybe we could clear your head a little.” Natasha looked into your eyes through the gold-framed mirror in front of you both. You blushed under her gaze, as always, and nodded your head. “Fancy a walk?”`

You found yourself thoughtlessly agreeing.

Dancing ballet through thin plaits and red ribbons, the wind seemed to cool your forever flushed cheeks. Golden shards of light peaked through the patterned skyline created by browning leaves. The tree's trunks were home to a blanket of moss that creeped its way up through the branches. Ruby red heels clicked along the stoney, concrete road - that had been framed roughly by brittle leaves fallen from adjacently-lined rows of tall autumn-stained trees. 

Your hand fiddled with the fur lining at the end of your coat, nimble fingers occasionally brushing against the coffee-coloured, plaid skirt you had on. Your eyes were trained on the floor, watching your every step, dear God don’t fall over. You were oh-so careful, trying not to trip over any loose stones that may have been in your way- after all, embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha any more that you already had was the only thing racing through your mind. 

Covered in a ebony-black trench coat, Natasha looked glamorous and rich as always, with a cherry cigarette hanging from her lips. Her hair was tucked neatly into a french beret, secured by two pure gold clips. Everything she owned was so expensive, so expensive that you started to feel worth something every time Natasha layed her gentle fingers against your scarred skin.

“The sunsets are always beautiful this time of year.” Natasha put forth. Her hand was gently intertwined with your own, repeatedly rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. The unconscious movement managed to both calm and panic you at the same time. The overwhelming being of Natasha never ceased to leave your frame of mind, she was always there. 

Natasha was not expecting the silence she was met with after her remark. You clearly had not cleared your mind yet. “Please try to stop thinking, darling. You have been ever-so stressed recently and it's starting to worry me- and believe me I need nothing less than more worry lines on my forehead.” she chuckled. Your gaze whipped from the gravel path into Natasha’s eyes. 

“You are beautiful.” You spluttered. Natasha blushed softly and raised her eyebrows- making you choke on a dry throat. The soft cigarette smoking coming from Natasha’s mouth weaved its way through the air. “I- I mean that you shouldn't worry about getting lines on your face. You’re already so beautiful and I- well there's nothing that could happen to your face to erase that.” You un-methodically rambled.  

Natasha listened with a sweet smile on her face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she took in the wonder in your eyes as you spoke about her. “Well, thank you very much, sweetheart.” Natasha squeezed your hand tightly in hers with the intention of comfort. 

You smiled and looked back at the floor, the disorder of thoughts slowly clearing. “Did you talk to Darren about my sleeping arrangements? He asked me to clear out the guest room downstairs for whilst he is away- to keep you company.” You changed the subject. Natasha’s smile sunk a little at the mention of her husband. 

“Why don’t we take a trip away as well. Nobody is needing us here, we could go to Rome. I know you speak italian.” Natasha mumbled. You nodded your head at the option. Rome was always lovely at this time of the year, and your apartment there looked over the skyline perfectly.

“I have a place there.” You mentioned. Natasha looked at her, surprised.

“You do?”

“Well, it used to be my Nonno’s, but after he passed away I inherited it. It's completely paid off and everything.”

Natasha smiled at you as you both got to the end of the gravelled road, reaching a perfectly preserved fence. A bay horse lifted its head from the grass, looking over to see you and Natasha standing over the fence. Natasha clicked her tongue at her horse.

The horse came trotting over with its head held high. 

“How come I don't look after the horses as well as the house?” You asked.

“I assumed you were not trained with equine animals. If you had mentioned it in your resume I would have discussed it with you.” Natasha ran her hand along the stripe on the geldings head.

“Oh- I am not trained with horses, I just assumed I would take care of everything.” You hesitated for a second. “You have other maids?”

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head a little at the tone of your question. “Well, yes. It's a rather large estate and it would be impossible for you to clean it yourself, especially because you're not a live-in maid.” 

The realisation that there were other people that could possibly be this close to Natasha shot its way through your stomach like a bullet. What if you weren’t special? What if Natasha was just overly kind, overly giving? What if she’d been with another woman? A concerned look settled onto your face and, unbeknownst to yourself, Natasha was watching every twitch, every little movement to try and read what you were thinking. So lost in thought, you didn't even realise that Natasha's hand had let go of your own hand, and was now reaching its way onto your cheek. 

The juxtaposing smells of Natasha’s cherry wrist and the horse's mane were able to pull you out of a trance. Natasha held your face ever-so delicately and lifted your chin so she could look directly into soft eyes. Like the scent of Natasha, a cherry shade flooded onto your cheeks- all the way to the tips of your ears. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Natasha kindly demanded.

“Do you talk to everyone like this? Do you… well, are you with anyone as well as this?” The innocence of the question, followed with the despair that painted its way onto your face made Natasha pull you into her firm hold. You wrapped your arms around Natashas waist as one of her hands made its way into your hair, scratching at your scalp softly. 

“Oh, baby, only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. You burrowed your head into Natasha’s neck, allowing the sweet smell to dissipate your thoughts. Natasha rested her chin on top of combed hair and swayed you in her arms, whilst continuously stroking a line from the base of your neck to scalp.

After a long moment, you pulled away from Natasha’s neck, keeping the woman close in your arms. Your head turned away from Natasha’s gaze, scouting the area to see if anyone was with the two of you. 

“Kiss me.” You stated.

Natasha seemed to know everything, but at this moment she went foolish, you hadn't asked her for anything since that night. Often pervaded with words, she found herself speechless. She’d kissed you before, she’d fucked you before yet this was different, thought through- intimate, less impulsive. Sharply inhaling through her nose, (the sweet smell of you not helping her state of overwhelm) went blank, and opened her mouth.

“What?” The older woman's voice, unlike her face, was filled with emotion and expression.  It held a tone of something that you’d never heard before- disbelief maybe, so abnormal that your stomach started to curl. Her voice went- she tried to respond but all that happened was an opening of pretty, pink lips and the release of a cut breath. Natasha stared with shock for a few seconds, her mouth had dropped open the same. Her eyes flicked around the property they were on, after realising they were truly alone she nodded.

“Ask- ask me again and I'll give you anything. I’ll give you everything, just ask me.” Natasha’s voice was desperate. The young girl stole her thoughts and replaced them with images of what could happen. Breathing out of her nose, she closed her eyes and dropped so her forehead was resting against yours. “Please, baby. Ask me again.” The desperate voice dropped to a pleading whisper. 

“Kiss me.”

Despite the sheer desperation swimming within Natasha, she was gentle and kind. Soft, moisturised lips kissed themselves on your shaky mouth, pecking twice- why was she being so damn gentle-  until it got too much. You whined, feeling the older woman inhale against your mouth as the noise registered in her ears. Her legs subtly got closer, almost crossing.

Your eyes were closed, so tightly- as if you were making it up in your head and the permission of sight would cause a decay of the dream. But it was real, as real as Natasha’s nose brushing against yours, her lips intertwined, sucking on your lower lip. As real as her bold, undiscouraged hands gripping at your waist, forcing an arch in your back as she leaned into you.

Your slender arms draped over her neck, the crinkles in your shirt, the dip in her knees. Raphael couldn't paint a prettier picture than what was standing in broad daylight. 

“Please.” You begged, not knowing what you were actually asking for.

More, anything. 

“What, baby?” her mouth drew a millimetre away from yours. “Tell me what you need.”

You stuttered. Her, just her. 

“You, please.” so frail, so inexperienced. What were you supposed to ask for other than her? You just wanted her again.

Yet the world seemed so unkind, as the faint tapping of boots against cobbled stone started to get louder. Natasha withdrew herself from you completely, and in the matter of seconds you seemed to go through withdrawals. Your eyes widened, then welled.

The older woman had you at almost arms length, she consistently observed the surroundings. You begged that no one had seen the both of you together. Once so tender, she went cold, then started walking away from you. 

“Go back inside, finish your duties.” she ordered, as if she was talking to staff. You then realised she was, and that's what you were to her, an employee.

[romanoffs-widow]

"So, girlfriends?"

Sum: While having a friendly dinner, Wanda walks in on you and Nat having some fun.

Warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of kissing, partial nudity? (that's it?)

A/N: I'm back! And with another excellent (💀) fic I think you'll all enjoy ;]

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3rd person pov

Wanda Maximoff is your best friend in the whole universe. With the exception of your girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, of course. You love them both more than anything.

Which is why it stings when you see the way Nat looks at her. You can tell she has a big crush on her, which you admittedly also have on the brunette. But that doesn't mean you'd do anything, and hopefully, your girlfriend won't either. She is your best friend, after all.

Since you moved into your apartment together, you have caught Nat constantly checking Wanda out, as if she were you. You want to confront her about her obvious crush on her, but what if she notices the way you look at Wanda, too?

After considering all the scenarios in your head, you decide that the only way is to be in a throuple with them both. You've never tried it before, but you've also seen the way Wanda looks at Natasha. You try and see the way she looks at you, hoping she likes you too, but you just don't see it.

You told yourself if the opportunity ever does rise, you'll take them both, but for now, you'll stare at her from across the dinner table, like right now.

In the first month of living together, Tasha decided that you and your friends should have a (whenever possible) monthly dinner. Yelena and Kate sat together, you and Nat sat together too, and Wanda sat opposite you and Nat. Yelena was telling some story to Kate and Nat, and you and Wanda were just pretending to listen.

Wanda wore her black dress as you wore your green one, just like you and her coordinated your outfits to match. Natahsa wore her favourite velvet suit, Kate wore a red one, and Yelena wore a black dress.

You watched Wanda smile and blush as Nat said something toward her in the conversation they were having.

Y/n pov

God, she looks so gorgeous tonight. And with the rings on her hands- I'm definitely falling for her. I feel something rest on my thigh, and my breath hitches. I look down to see Nat's hand resting there. She looks at me, and I smile back as she continues talking to Wanda.

We all finished our food, which luckily Wanda helped us out with. She is the best cook I've ever known. Not being able to take it anymore, I take the plates out into the kitchen, and Nat follows behind me.

"You alright, maylsh? You've been acting strange all evening." I sigh. "Please, Nat, I can't take it anymore!" She cocks her head to the side, confused. I walk down the hall, my hand tight around her wrist. I open our bedroom door, close it, pin her up against it, and smash my lips hastily onto hers.

She chuckles at me. "Oh? So this is what you've been strange for? Couldn't wait another couple of hours, could you?" I shake my head aggressively "Baby you know we can't do it with those three out there. That's my sister!" Almost whining, I beg her to do it quickly. She soon caves at the sight of me.

We kiss for around 5 minutes, and suddenly, I see Wanda standing at our doorway, looking as if she stopped mid scentence. "Oh, sorry, I- um- we didn't know where you were since you weren't in the kitchen. I'll be going now."

She turns around to leave, but I get up and tap her shoulder. She spins around back to me, and the next thing I know, I end up kissing her. I hear Natasha gasp. As I pull away, I see a very red Wanda standing in front of me. I push her onto the bed next to Tasha and close the door.

Just as I sit on the bed, all of us now in our underwear and bras, I hear the familiar Russian accent coming from down the hall. "Where are you guys? If you don't hurry up, I'm going to start the movie without you three!" Natasha laughs as she grabs her suit from off the floor and starts putting it back on. As Natasha goes to leave, I give her a quick kiss on those swollen lips of hers.

Wanda looks at me with something new in her eyes. "How long have you liked me for Wands?" I ask, very curious to know the answer. "Since the first month, we were friends." She looks down sheepishly.

"Oh my poor baby, I'm sorry that I didn't notice it before. But Nat and I have liked you for quite some time, even if she hasn't talked about it, I'm 99% sure she does." She nods, helping me zip up my short dress.

She trails kisses up my neck, and I let out a groan as she sucks on the sweet spot of my neck. "Wanda, we can't right now, Nat is gonna kill us if she misses out on this." She sighs, hugging my waist from behind. "I know, I've just wanted to do that for so long. But now we've gotta act normal for Lena and Kate right?"

I look at her with apologetic eyes through the mirror. "It's okay y/n/n. They'd ask questions otherwise." I nod as I turn around to hug her. I hear my notifications go off.

My one and only 🫶🏻: hey baby. I told them that you felt a bit sick and Wanda is helping you out. Just bc they were asking questions xx

I texted her back with a quick okay and thank you before dragging Wanda out of the bedroom.

When we get to the couch, I see Nat sitting next to Lena, who's cuddling Kate, and a space for Wanda, and I.

1 hour later...

"Bye, guys! Thank you for coming! See you again next month!" You hear Nat shout out as you wake up cuddled into Wanda's side. You look up at her to see her still asleep. It makes you feel all gooey inside like it does when you look at Tasha.

You see the stunning redhead walk back in and you smile at her. "So..." you trail off, waiting for her to say something. "So." She sits back down on the other side of Wanda, cuddling into her other side, giving her forehead a quick kiss before putting her head into a comfortable position. "Earlier was...brilliant." I giggle.

"I've seen the looks you've given her for months. For a while, it hurt, knowing you liked my best friend, but then I realised that you never stopped looking at me like that either. For a while, I thought about what I could do about it, and I decided to just let it go. But then she caught us, and I was (and still am, by the way) desperate, and I knew we both liked her, so I just went for it...and here we are."

She nods gently, with a smile on her face. "Well, detka, if it's okay with you, I'd like Wanda to be our girlfriend?" I stop breathing for a second. "Of course it's okay, Tasha. As long as Wanda is happy, I'm happy." She takes my hand and holds it on top of Wanda's stomach. "Same here y/n/n."

"And here." I hear a croaky voice choke out. As if in sync, Tasha and I both look up at the same time to see Wanda rubbing her eyes with a very wide smile and lots of blush on her face. We both sit up to make Wands more comfortable. I kiss her cheek and Nat does the same. We all laugh uncontrollably.

"So, girlfriends?" We all look at each other with smiles on our faces "Girlfriends."

"That's great but I think you owe Wands and I some sex." Nat rolls her eyes and chuckles, putting us both on either hip and taking us to our room.

Let's just say not a single one of us could walk for a week after that...

[xldioer]

Story Idea-

Heavy metal lover by lady Gaga

I could be your girl girl Would u love me if I ruled the world.

A ceo/president of a new found world who has a upsetting past but she finds her little ole love in a little punk rockstar but she doesn’t know who she is yet bc the presidents identity is hidden away for safety reasons and she asks the girl do u get it bc if someone does I need to know if this is a good idea or not like be srs

[raleighcarreras]

Starting to write 'i found the cure to growing older' which means rockstar nat and wanda soon come.

[abbyromanoff]

14 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie