#Musician!Natasha

[missathlete31]

Pulled Strings

Summary: Jake Seresin is feeling stressed so he gets out his violin and begins to play. The only problem? He's not alone in the barracks today and some of his teammates are shocked to learn of his hidden talent.

This story came from the knowledge that Glen Powell was trained on the violin. Is it filled with unnecessary angst? Yes. Does it paint Hangman in a good light because it's the only way I know how to write him? Also Yes. Sorry about that.

Jake Seresin was used to stress, you didn't become one of the Navy's Top Aviators without being accustomed to it, but this mission was starting to become a bit much for even him. First it was the long suffering rivalry with Rooster. Jake didn't particularly hate Bradshaw, he just never understood him, or his proclivity to over-thinking. Sure, Hangman tended to stray a little far over the line of cocky, but he had faith in his abilities like every pilot attempting the skills they did on a daily basis should. Rooster's naivety was annoying for its sheer unsoundness. He was clearly talented, he wouldn't be where he was if he wasn't, so this faux, 'I don't know if I can go that fast or fly like Maverick' was just getting frustrating at this point.

Hangman knew he crossed a line when he brought up Rooster's father, and if he was honest with himself, he didn't even mean for it to land so wrong. He didn't mean to make it sound like he blamed Maverick, or that Nick Bradshaw's death was anything but a tragic accident. He only meant to light a fire under Rooster, to show Bradley and by extension Maverick that the mustached man was never going to be ready to fly if he didn't stop thinking and living in the past. Bradley did the team no favors, he did himself no favors, staying in his head instead of in the sky.

Since the altercation, Jake had apologized. Maverick took it with a genuine look, his eyes lost in a past that Hangman knew he was fortunate to not understand but had callously brought up anyway. It probably would have felt better if Mav had taken a swing, but the older Captain just patted Jake's shoulder and told him to go get ready for his flight later in the day.

Of course then the dark haired pilot went up to run a hop with Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote.

Jake's initial plan was to reach out to Bradley for his apology as they hung around the ready room but before he could get the words, Coyote was in G-lock and Jake's heart seemed to stop. Javy was Jake's best friend, his only real family if he was honest with himself, and the thought of losing him that day made the ramifications of this suicide mission a lot more sickeningly clear. Hangman had shakily collapsed next to the radio once Coyote finally answered but then the bird strike happened and everything seemed to get even more clouded with emotions. Jake would never survive something bad happening to Javy but he in no way thought he would feel the same way about the others, not until he kept hearing Phoenix's voice calling that they were on fire, of Bob's panicked cries that they needed to eject, of Maverick screaming they couldn't save the jet. All three voices, combining with Mav's calls for Javy to pull up, were terrifying enough to cement into Jake's nightly rote of nightmares for the time being. Another strain from an impossible mission.

Hangman went to the hospital after Phoenix and Bob were picked up like all the others but somehow, once everyone was deemed more or less in one piece, it seemed only he and Rooster remained in the waiting room, both men needing to see their teammates with their own two eyes. Jake mustered his apology there and Bradshaw, reeling from the close call of almost losing Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote in the same afternoon, had only begrudging nodded.

Things weren't fixed, they never would be, but a truce was created. And, the asshole part of Hangman also wished he could point out to some of the others who still looked at him with disappointed looks, Rooster was now flying faster and giving Jake a run for his money in terms of being wingman. Especially now that it was basically written in stone that Maverick was flying; he had demolished the course the other day after the funeral.

It was a scary concept, a foreign concept, but Jake was suddenly finding himself thinking he might not be the one flying this mission. He had the speed, that much was never in doubt, and his target locks were getting better- still not the best, but certainly no worse than the others. No, Jake's deficiency was that he had no team; the others trusted him about as far as they could throw him, and he could tell from day one that Maverick held pride in pilots that could work together, not solo showboats. Hangman had overshot his landing field in this whole predicament and it was really throwing the blond Texan off kilter.

Jake wasn't used to failure, he didn't allow for it. He didn't have to worry about facing his parent's wrath for failure anymore, that bridge collapsed and burned the day he left for the academy, but there was so much expectations Jake had placed on himself because of them, so much need to prove that he was worth the time, the effort, the love that was never given.

Yet as the hours to shipping out crept closer and closer, Hangman seemed to find his place was being filled by someone else and the looming shadow of not being good enough was getting ready to block out his sun.

Hence the stress.

His normal stress reliever was running but the typical North Island sun was hidden in rainclouds this afternoon. The team was able to have their standard lecture but hops had all been scratched, leading Jake to feel restless as he paced his small housing. Normally rain wouldn't deter a run completely for the hot shot pilot, he actually found it quite peaceful, but he doubted Maverick or Cyclone would be as accepting and the chance of a reprimand for risking illness so close to shipping out dissuaded the blond. His next thought was the gym but Jake didn't have the stomach to run into any of the others, they were on better ground but not enough that anyone went out of their way to include Hangman, except Javy of course. Coyote had texted earlier to say that he and some of the other pilots had taken the short respite the weather had afforded them to get off campus, and from the lack of noise around him, Jake assumed he was the only one left in their housing block, which offered a unique opportunity. Hangman headed over to closet, pulling out the guitar case that was one of the few personal items he allowed himself. Opening it carefully, Jake reached for not a guitar but a violin, the mismatched instrument case his attempt at not allowing others to know his hidden talent. Playing the guitar was expected from a Texan, but a violin? Not something normally entertained from a cocky Naval Aviator.

Jake took our his bow and made sure to grab some rosin, greasing it gently and properly like he was shown so many years ago. When everything was ready he brought the instrument to brace against his neck and began to play, the notes coming easily as he moved through some scales and uncomplicated melodies. Immediately, Jake's shoulders un-tensed, the power of music always calming him, and he closed his eyes and pretended he wasn't back at Top Gun and training for a deadly mission but rather back home, in Midland Texas, playing in the orchestra room with Ms. Elliot, one of his most beloved teachers, as she watched him with a pride reserved usually for parents that Jake had never experienced before.

Quickly, Jake was transitioning to harder pieces, the melancholy of both the rain and his own disappointment in his performance thus far these past few weeks making him long for sadder and more drawn out music. He naturally went to Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto, skipping to the second movement so he could relish in the hauntingly dramatic opening melody.

Next he switched to Bach. Jake was not normally one for changing composers so quickly but he allowed it today, his fingers just playing with no real thought, his bow slicing across the strings as he integrated the two musicians a few times as the pilot sounded out his feelings. It was emotional for the blond, his own inadequacies coming out through the notes and Jake wasn't surprised when a tear, and then two, slowly trailed down his cheeks. He didn't try to wipe them, couldn't stop now that he was so engrossed in the music anyway, until he thought he heard a knock on his door.

"Bagman!" a familiarly angry voice called, "hey Bagman!"

Jake's fingers stuttered, his bow coming across jagged and letting out a screech that made goose bumps prickle on his skin. For a moment the blond stood there unmoving, shocked at the interruption to a point he didn't really know how to proceed. His guest, however, seemed undeterred.

"BAGMAN OPEN UP!" The voice called again and Jake finally recovered enough to put his violin down. He could sense the blush rising on his cheeks, the natural embarrassment of being caught, although he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of. He felt unsettled, not liking to ever be caught unaware, and Hangman couldn't help but curse himself for not ensuring that he truly was alone on base before he started playing. Hoping he could act it off as the radio, Jake put his violin back in its case carefully, but when he recognized Phoenix's knock for a third time, because of course it had to be the fiery female pilot that loved to give him shit on a good day that caught him, he jumped and slammed the case shut.

Striding over, Jake took one last second to wipe any remnants of the tears the music caused him away before swinging open the door. He schooled his mask in place and tried to look annoyed, hoping to throw Phoenix away quickly, but he was met with not only the dark haired woman but her WSO behind as well. The addition of Bob shouldn't have been surprising, they seemed to be attached at the hip these days, but it still made Jake's haunches rise, now seemingly caught by both of them.

They were all silent for a moment before Natasha gave a long suffering sigh, "finally" she drawled.

Jake narrowed his eyes, "What?" he questioned, his tone a touch too emotional to play off his normal Hangman persona, "What do you want?"

"I want" Natasha grumbled out in clear annoyance, "for you to lower that classical music crap you're blasting. We can hear it down the whole barrack."

In what should have been a relieving moment, since Phoenix wrongfully assumed Hangman was listening to classical music and not playing it, Jake couldn't help but scoff in an indignation he didn't quite understand. His temper flashed, "right" he sneered, his trademark cold smirk growing, "can't upset precious Phoenix, god forbid someone does something she doesn't like."

Her dark eyes flashed as her nostrils flared, "Rich coming from you, but I shouldn't be surprised that you would have no decency for any of the rest of us. Thinking you own the place like you always do."

"It was just music-"

"It was loud-"

"We were trying to catch up on some sleep" Bob stepped in, playing mediator to the two high tempered pilots, "been a little difficult since the bird strike." Phoenix immediately shot her back-seater a traitorous look, no doubt hating for the man to expose a weakness so easily to Hangman of all people. Jake, however, stepped back with a shaky nod, understanding more than anyone the debilitation of night terrors. "Fine" he spoke up, curt but not mean. "I'll keep it down."

Bob looked grateful, a smile rising on his lips, "thank you" he replied back and then when his partner stayed silent, he cleared his throat. He lifted an eyebrow towards Natasha and when the woman caught it she rolled her eyes, "thank you" she murmured, before turning away and moving to go back to her own room. Bob looked to follow before his eyes caught something left on Jake's bed. "Wait?" the bespectacled man spoke up questioningly and Jake followed his gaze to see the bow he had failed to put away in his haste, "is that yours?" Bob continued.

"Yeah?" Jake couldn't stop the defensiveness in his tone, "so what?"

"You were playing before?" Bob looked weirdly delighted, his excitement making Phoenix turn back around, "you weren't listening to music, you were playing it."

"Look Baby on Board-"

But Jake's words were cut off as Natasha stalked back over, "That wasn't Bagman" she explained with all the certainty in the world, "that was a recording." She turned to her partner, "like we said before Bob, it was like a professional."

Somehow such a off-handed compliment from Phoenix of all people made Jake's stomach flip and his cheeks reddened. He held back the urge to run a anxious hand along the back of his neck. When he looked up he saw Bob's knowing stare on him, "Violin?" the WSO asked softly, smiling when he saw Hangman's small nod in return, "it was beautiful."

"Hang on" Phoenix pushed back forward, now heading into Jake's room uninvited. "That couldn't have been you, you don't have a violin."

"I do actually" the blond moved back to his guitar case, "it's here." Somehow if he kept his eyes downcast, he could ignore the burning blush of embarrassment at exposing himself like this. When Hangman undid the buckles and showed the small string instrument to the duo in front of him, Bob gave a acknowledging hum but Phoenix's brow furrowed. "So you really play?" the shock was slowly leaving Nat's tone, replaced by a lift that made Jake worry. "Yeah" he nodded, green eyes watching as the woman kneeled down next to his instrument, "I do."

"Okay" her fingers ghosted over the strings carefully, "so play us something."

"Excuse me?"

"Play us something" she looked up at him, face challenging. "If it really was you" she goaded, "you should have no problem."

Hangman rolled his eyes at the dare, "I'm not some street monkey" he reasoned.

"Are you scared?" her dark eyes were bright with mirth as she took a seat on Jake's bed as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Jake would be lying if he said it didn't send his heart into a somersault at the sight. His feelings for Phoenix had always seemed to simmer within him, but time and angry barbs between them had cauterized Hangman's hopes of anything ever happening. To see her now, sitting in his room, waiting for him to expose such a hidden and beloved part of his soul, was preposterously frightening. "Come on" Phoenix urged, though her voice lost a lot of its edge and seemed more curious. "Your audience is waiting."

As Bob moved to take his desk chair, Jake picked up his bow and sighed, relaxing his shoulders to get into position. Jake knew he could play the piece he had been working on before but something about seeing Natasha sitting there in front of him, her right foot tapping against her left in her impatience, made him think of another song. He started the first few notes, the look of recognition crossing Phoenix's face as the popular sound of Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' filled the tiny room. Jake knew Natasha had grown up in California, but something about the East Coast crooner that was Sinatra and his mantra of 'My Way' always made the blond think of the fiery female pilot. Natasha Trace was a force to be reckon with on a good day, an immoveable stone on a bad. She was unforgiving in her quest to get what she wanted and yet her drive helped encourage everyone around her to want to be at her level. She was a brilliant pilot to watch and even better to fly with, and even though Hangman left her on that first day, he only did it because he knew she could handle herself up there in the skies. Her getting in the way of his shot was an unfortunate circumstance and though Jake could have easily defended his actions and explained the situation, he knew he would always be delegated to Phoenix's enemy rather than her friend. Hangman knew his place despite how much it killed him.

As the song came to a close, Jake finally opened his eyes to see the twin looks of awe on his teammates' faces. When he put down his bow, the blond pilot prepared for the teasing but Bob began with a round of applause that Natasha joined. "That was great" the bespectacled WSO announced, "really great."

"Thank you" Hangman turned to put his instrument back down, properly this time, avoiding Phoenix's look. The woman scooted to the edge of the bed however, to watch him, "he's right" she finally spoke up, "it was great."

Jake's cheeks flushed with barely hidden pride, "told you I could play" he countered, meeting her eyes.

She smirked, her expression playful, "guess it's par for the course for a rich kid like you. Must of had a whole bunch of hobbies to impress mommy and daddy."

Jake's face fell as he thought about his childhood. Yes his family was wealthy, but they were poor in everything else that mattered: love, affection, conversations, attention. He tried to hide his shudder when he thought of his Father's reaction to him choosing to study a girly instrument instead of spending more time with a pigskin. "Yeah" he finally gasped, his face pale from unease of the memories, "something like that."

Sensing she messed up, Phoenix leaned closer, allowing a hand to catch Jake's arm, "hey" she called, until she finally managed to get him to look at her again, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." He closed the buckles on the guitar case and stood up from the floor. "Alright" he clapped his hands together, "concert is over now, you guys can go and get back to your naps or something."

Natasha sighed, "Bagman-"

"I said go" he nodded towards the door, "I don't think I need to show you the way."

Bob stood first, looking a little crestfallen, "well thanks" he murmured, heading out into the hallway. He didn't wait for Natasha, which was good as the short woman still hadn't moved from Jake's bed. Hangman crossed his arms defensively, "what Phoenix?" he shot out, his tone cold.

"Nothing" she shook her head before getting to her feet. She crossed the room and headed for the door, only stopping as her fingers gripped the door frame. As though debating with herself, Natasha waited a moment, then finally turned back around to look at Jake, "I guess we aren't always what we seem right?" she asked him, their eyes meeting.

"I guess not" he replied back, not exactly knowing what she meant but understanding enough to know that it went beyond the violin.

She nodded, "See you around Bagman" she called heading after Bob.

"Sweet dreams Phoenix" he whispered back, before shutting his door. He didn't go back to playing, honest in his hope that Phoenix and also Bob were able to catch up on sleep, but he felt he didn't exactly need to. The stress and uncertainty of what this mission would bring was still there but Jake felt lighter. He could only do what he could, could only prepare as best he could and have faith that the best possible outcome would unfold. He had to, because any alternative would break the blond beyond repair.

Also here is a link to the most beautiful cover of my way on a violin. I’m obsessed with it ❤️😊

#top gun maverick #glen powell #jake seresin #top gun hangman #jake hangman seresin #top gun #natasha phoenix trace #top gun fanfiction #hannix fic #hannix #Jake Seresin is a musician because Glen Powell is #Youtube

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BECKYCHELLA 🎡🌴

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To celebrate finishing chapter 1 of 5 for my Famous!Kate/Spy!Yelena AU, here's something I made for it at some point

It's called 'angels know the rest' is already longer than my other stories, and I have no idea when I'm posting it! 😎😂 Enjoy the teaser!

Current summary:

“It's not going to work out between you.” “Why do you think that?” Her sister stared for a moment, like Yelena was the stupidest person she had ever crossed paths with. “Let's think... You're a spy working for the most covert agency unknown to the world, and she is on the cover of Vogue.” Yelena snatched the magazine back. “It's Rolling Stone, actually.” OR Yelena starts dating Kate Bishop, who just so happens to be the biggest name in the music industry.

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[elliemarchetti]

The Avengers (Metal Band!AU)

This is my fill for @steverogersbingo for the prompt Musician/Actor

Plot: The Avengers are a metal band (because let's be honest, it's the only genre where it's not impossible to find such a diverse group of people) and Wanda Maximoff is convinced she’s just a fan about to go to their concert.

TW: foul language? 

Words: 2209

The Avengers were a weird band, Wanda realized that. First of all, they were handpicked by the CEO of the label they worked for, secondly, their age ranged from twenty-five to forty-three at the time of their debut and third, they weren’t all American, with a Russian guitarist, a Norwegian screamer and a clean vocalist whose parents were Irish immigrants. In 2012 they released their first album, self-titled, fifteen tracks Wanda loved from the first to the last, with a certain predilection for those more focused on Steven Rogers’ wonderful voice. She didn’t deny she had some sort of celebrity crush for him, and sometimes her brother teased her about it, but she didn’t care, as long as he drove her to their concert. When the world tour for the release of their second album was announced, Wanda was jumping in her bedroom like a child, mostly because she saved up enough to be able to afford two tickets, standing seats front stage. At first Pietro didn’t seem to like much the idea, after all the concert of a band you’re not particularly passionate about can be a pretty boring experience, but when Wanda proposed to do the cleaning for a week, he ended up accepting the deal. Now, it must be recognized not everyone likes to listen to an hour and a half of guitar virtuosities and half electronic breakdowns, especially if in the middle there could be screams apparently incomprehensible to poorly trained ears, but Wanda really liked the genre and wouldn’t have given up the possibility to see her favourite band live only because her brother was a sissy. Even getting ready was fun. She wasn’t delusional, she knew there would be tons of beautiful girls in the crowd, and potentially, from the stage, with all those lights and special effects, no one would notice her makeup, maybe a little too heavy, or her black nail polish, but it was so long since she last had the luxury of choosing a cute outfit that she allowed herself to be ridiculous, all dressed up to go sweat in a jumping and screaming crowd.

“Trust me, you look beautiful, but that dress is absolutely wasted on the event,” her brother told her as they walked out. Pietro’s dilapidated car was parked a little ahead on the street, and Wanda wondered when it would finally leave them, forcing the twins to take the subway again. At least the apartment complex they were in was in a nice neighbourhood, even though the price they managed to get away with was probably dictated by the fact the elevator was constantly broken and they had to walk ten flights of stairs every time they wanted to go out.

“Don’t think about money now!” exclaimed Pietro, nudging her in the ribs. With him there was no need to talk, he recognized every look and the meaning of every silence. “Tonight all we have to do is have fun and maybe find someone to take home with us.”

“If you can, could you please not abandon me to sneak out with the first person more interested in a hook up than the music?” she asked, fastening her belt.

“I’ve never abandoned you!” he exclaimed, finally starting the engine. Wanda glanced at the time on the car stereo. If only she hadn’t known how Pietro drove, she would’ve said they were late. “It was just a moment of weakness for awesome tits.”

With an evil grin, he sank his foot into the accelerator, and when they finally reached their destination, Wanda wondered how they managed to get out alive from the traffic.

“Do you think I’ll be able to charm the beautiful bassist, even if I’m wearing a simple sports jacket?” he teased her, hopping to the gate for the standing area. If only Pietro hadn’t been so stupid, he would’ve had half of New York’s population at his feet, but there was no need to inflate his pride further.

“Isn’t he a little too old for your taste?” she asked, after they handed the tickets to a menacing-looking bodyguard.

“Do you already know the set list?” he asked, ignoring her question. Truth be told, there were no real limits to the attraction Pietro could feel for someone. Wanda gave him her phone, and watched sideways as he studied her guessings thoughtfully.

“Wait, I know this one!” he exclaimed, pointing to one of the first titles, earning quite a few indignant glances from the rest of the fans present. “Isn’t it the one that goes united we’ll fail and divided we’ll fall? A bit depressing, isn’t it?”

“Not if you listen to the lyrics in the end, but I suppose you skipped after the breakdown again,” she replied, trying to make sure they were in the best place to take pictures.

“What’s the point of putting one, if the song has to go on?” Pietro asked, following her like a dog. Her brother was all barking, but in the end he was as dangerous as a Chihuahua.

“I swear you’re not made for music,” Wanda commented, rolling her eyes. Truth be told, Pietro wasn’t made for anything that didn’t involve a strong adrenaline rush within thirty seconds from the start, that’s why he was so obsessed with extreme sports and one night stands. Suddenly, the auditorium seemed to fill up to burst, a sign that in a short time the lights would go out and a roar would precede the entrance of the Avengers. Live, Steven Rogers was no different from the photos, his clean, perfectly shaved face hiding a deep and incredibly sensual voice. Beside him, Thor looked like a mountain, his long blond hair now over his broad shoulders and his full beard completely covering the square shape of his jaw. Soon after, the guitarist and the bassist took their places, exchanging a knowing look. There were rumours of them dating, even though the age gap was more than ten years. The last to appear were the oldest: friends from university, where one studied robotics and the other nuclear physics, once they started working they were so unhappy with their lives they abandoned everything to pursue a career in music, which in principle didn’t turn out to be very profitable, although Stark continued to have a solo career, until the Avengers arrived. It must’ve been strange, to see your life change drastically after the age of forty. Just as she supposed, the show began with Breaking and Entering, and Wanda quickly got lost in the lyrics she knew by hearts. Another interesting fact about this band people might think was completely controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D., was the complete freedom the members had to make their ideas come to life. According to the credits on the albums, which she also bought in physical copy, the lyrics were written entirely by Steven and Thor, while the instrumentals was entrusted mainly to Natasha and Clinton, even if both the drummer and the keyboardist often gave their contribution.

“Don’t you dare record me while I sing!” exclaimed Wanda, when she noticed her brother with the phone pointed right at her face, smiling mischievously, half hidden by the screen.

“Already done, Mom will die of laughter when I’ll send it,” he replied, but she was more likely to have a heart attack, seeing them so crushed by the crowd to hear two big dudes sing of worn out memories and open wounds.

“Weren’t you here to have fun?” Pietro asked, in front of her annoyed expression, and in no time Wanda forgot about everything, Steven approaching dangerously fast, ready to high-five any fan who managed to lean out enough. It was like being hit by a wave too high, and in no time she found herself gasping, her ribs pressed against the balustrade that separated them from the safety corridor. Fortunately, the pressure didn’t last long, and for a moment she thought the singer’s blue eyes rested on her, as if to check she was okay. About halfway through the event, they played her favourite song from the second album, and by then she was pretty sure Steven was looking her straight in the eyes.

“It’s probably what everyone thinks. Maybe we don’t realize it and the poor guy is cross-eyed,” Pietro suggested, but Wanda realized he was trying to figure out if his sister wasn’t suddenly hallucinating. When she recognized the chords of The Mission where Vision should actually have been, Wanda felt her heart tighten. She hadn't even allowed herself to dream of such a fortuitous event, for she saw a couple lives on YouTube, and on previous dates, every time they played that song they pulled a couple of lucky fans onstage.

“It’s time to make a move,” Steven sang, in his heavenly voice. “And I know what we have to do. We have nothing to prove, not a plan to stick to, I can see through the pretty you, I know you want to fight too.”

“Sister, I swear he’s definitely staring at you,” Pietro yelled in her ear, hoping to be heard, but Wanda was completely lost, to the point she almost failed to see the big hand stretched right in her direction.

“He’s calling you, idiot!” Pietro yelled, giving her a loud bang on the shoulder. The singer gave him a crooked look, but he did everything in his power to let him know she was his sister. If Wanda wanted to get banged by a sweaty guy with biceps the size of her head, he wouldn’t be the one to stop her. Besides, it was good to see her having fun for once, but even more to hear her sing. It was since they moved to New York he hadn’t seen her do it in front of an audience, even though it was school plays at the time.

“I should be careful, this girl is going to steal my job!” joked Steven at the end of The Battle, and Wanda didn’t know what kept her from fainting. She spent the rest of the concerts in a trance, as if she couldn’t believe what just happened.

“If you behave like a normal person, I have the distinct impression you’ll even be able to earn a trip backstage,” said Pietro, when there were only a couple of songs left.

“You’ve been a wonderful audience!” Thor exclaimed, in a moment of pause. “That’s why I would like to hear you shout all your enthusiasm for the best discovery of this evening.”

“What’s your name, dear?” Steven asked, extending the microphone right in her direction. Wanda was paralyzed. No previous show had something like that and she wasn’t ready.

“My beautiful and very talented sister is called Wanda Maximoff,” replied Pietro, in a fake annoyed tone. “And if you want to have her for a few more songs, I think once she’s on stage she’ll recover her voice.”

The audience laughed, and her stupid brother gave her one of his dazzling smiles. Wanda felt her cheeks turn hot, and she was sure she was now as red as a pepper, but she still took the stage again. Why was it that whenever there was a pair of twins, one always had to be ridiculously outgoing and the other shy like a child on the first day in a new school?

“I guess you know Darkest Intentions, Wanda Maximoff,” Steven said into the microphone and all she could do was nod.

“How about we duet again?” Thor asked, and Wanda was sure her insides were twisted into a big and complex knot.

“I think you’ll have to support her Steve, the girl is shaking like a leaf,” Natasha said into the microphone. In addition to being the only girl and playing the guitar like a goddess, she also provided back vocals whenever needed.

“I’m sure she’ll be a good girl,” Steven replied, placing a large hand on her shoulder. The audience was in raptures, the exchange after all lasted only a few minutes, but Wanda felt too many eyes fixed on her, looks as sharp as blades, full of envy. She too would’ve envied whoever found themselves in that sandwich of muscles and talent, had she been in the audience, but at the moment she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay under all those probing gazes. For the first time since discovering the Avengers, she was grateful for a song to start with a grow, but her turn came too soon anyway, and only later she discovered the held her favourite singer’s hand the whole time.

“Thanks New York!” shouted Thor, who was the most energic of them all, and as if they were a theatrical company, the rest of the group also raised their hands and bowed in front of the audience. Wanda, who still had her hand in Steve’s, couldn’t help but imitate them. Before the crowd dispersed, picks, drumsticks and even the singers’ shirts were thrown, and judging by how sweaty they were, Wanda prayed no one would get them straight in the face.

“I say you deserve to celebrate too. What about a drink with us?” Steven proposed, and it was in that instant Wanda thought she was dead and gone to heaven.

#steve rogers bingo 2022 #musician steve rogers #singer steve rogers #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #thor odison #natasha romanoff #multi chapter #but you can read the first one as a stand alone too #scarletamerica #wanda maximoff x steve rogers #rarepair

[canadachronicles]

Il y a ceux qui prendraient un avion D'autres qui s'enfermeraient chez eux, les yeux fermés Toi, qu'est-ce que tu ferais ? Toi, qu'est-ce que tu ferais ? Il y en a qui voudrait revoir la mer D'autres qui voudraient encore faire l'amour, une dernière fois Toi, tu ferais quoi ? Et toi, toi tu ferais quoi ? Si on devait mourir demain Qu'est-ce qu'on ferait de plus ? Qu'est-ce qu'on ferait de moins ? Si on devait mourir demain Moi, je t'aimerais Moi, je t'aimerais Je t'aimerais

I accidentally stumbled onto Mourir Demain the other day, and found myself singing along to Natasha St-Pier and Pascal Obispo, as it hadn't been decades since I'd last heard it! And I realised how beautifully written it is, how oddly optimistic it is for a song implying we may die tomorrow.

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[yelenasdiary]

maybe like reader x musician! Nat where like natasha fucks reader for good luck before a show 😌

For Good Luck

Pairing: Musician! Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend needs a little good luck before her show.

Smut, 18+ Only! Minors & Men, DNI!

Warnings: Dom! Nat, Sub! Reader, Fingering (R Receiving), Daddy Kink, Semi Public Sex? Tiny degradation (Nat calls R a whore) | 0.8K

Translations: Detka (baby)

AC: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for sending it x

"Nat, we're on in 10!" Valkyrie said behind the closed door. Natasha's lips were already leaving marks on your neck, it was her bands first show of the tour and you knew she was nervous, not that she would tell you of course. "I'll be out in 5!" Nat replied, her focus on you and the band merchandise t-shirt you wore, it gave her a rush seeing you in her band's merch. 

"Baby, you've gotta change" you moaned softly as her lips hit the soft spot on your neck. "I just need 5 minutes" she replied in a whisper as she pulled back to look at you, her hands on your hips, hunger in her eyes, "for good luck" she added with her signature cheeky smirk before her lips crashed into yours. Her hands worked the button on your pants before she easily lifted you up and placed you onto her dresser. 

"I love seeing you in my merch detka" Nat mumbled between kisses, pulling your pants to your ankles before pulling back to take in the sight of you. Biting her bottom lip, "and you wore my favourite colour panties" she added as she eyed the deep red lacy thong. 

"I wanted to look my best for you, daddy" you replied, spreading your legs wider for her. You watched her tongue run along her bottom lip, "I might need more than 5 minutes" she joked, running her hands up and down your thighs but the look in her eyes told you she wasn't going to waste another second. 

"I'm going to make you ruin these" she whispered as she lent closer to you, kissing you deeply with hunger. 

Light moans escaped your lips when you felt her hand running over your clothed pussy, making you buck your hips further into her hand. "Please daddy" you moaned with one hand running through her hair as she continued her markings on your neck. "I need you" you added. Natasha pulled back from your neck and smirked, "I've barely touched you detka and you're getting so wet for me" she said in a cocky tone. 

She moved your panties to the side before running her fingers through your folds making you moan softly once more, "are you going to be daddy's good little whore?" She asked looking up at you and removing her fingers from your folds and bringing them to your lips. You nodded, "I promise to be good" you replied before taking her two fingers into your mouth and sucking lightly while twirling your tongue around them. "That's it detka, get them nice and wet for your needy little pussy" Natasha spoke before pulling her fingers from your mouth. 

"Natasha, you in there?" Carol knocked on the door, making Nat roll her eyes. 

"I'll be out in a moment!" She snapped back as she brought her fingers back to your core, smirking at you as she slowly inserted two fingers. "So tight" she muttered while she waited for you to adjust, "and all for me" she added proudly. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, "fuck me daddy, please" you whispered before kissing her with need. 

Natasha began to pump her fingers in and out of you, her lips keeping your moans from traveling to any passing staff and band members outside the door. Your hands moved to her back, nails digging into her skin when she fastened her pace. Her lips moved to your neck once more, letting your moans free while you tried your best to keep them at a low. 

"F-fuck daddy!" You moaned when she brought her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it. "Daddy's on a timer today detka" she pulled back and smirked at you, watching the way you threw your head back in pleasure. You bucked your hips once more, allowing yourself to ride her fingers as she watched the way your hips rolled against her. 

"That's it detka, ride daddy's fingers" 

"W-wanna cum!" You moaned, looking back at her. Natasha nodded, "yeah? You wanna cum for me detka?" she asked. 

"P-please!" You begged. 

"Go on sweetheart, cum for me" Natasha replied before catching your lips in a deep kiss, thrusting her fingers deeper, curling them just as you came. Your nails dug harder into her clothed back while she helped you ride out your high. 

"Natasha! Let's go! Stop fucking around in there!!" Valkyrie said, banging loudly on the Nat's dressing room door. Slowly, Natasha pulled her fingers from you and brought them to her lips, licking them clean. "So fucking sweet, thank you detka" she spoke before helping you off the dresser. 

You pulled your pants up and fixed your hair, your legs still a little shaky but you knew she had to go and put on an amazing first show. Before she left, you pulled her closer and kissed her, moaning softly at the taste of yourself on her lips. "Have a great show daddy, I'll be watching from the front row" you smiled against her lips.

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[natsaffection]

Kingdom of Secrets | Prologue | N. Romanoff

Knight!Natasha x younger!princess!Reader

MINOR DNI!! (18+!)

warnings: age gap (Natasha is 16 when she comes to the palace and the reader is 4 years old. At the end of this chapter Natasha is 33 and reader 21) fingering, begging, crying

word count: 4,5k

A/n: welcome to the prologue of Kingdom of Secrets! (Yes the title has a meaning) This is just the opening chapter. So it's not the first real part. It cost me already tears because I wanted it to come across the way people spoke back in the Middle Ages..so please give feedback!🫂

In the heart of the great kingdom of Celestria, where emerald fields stretch as far as the eye can see and spires kiss the sky, there was great anticipation in the royal court. King Alistair and Queen Seraphina Dawn, the beloved rulers of the realm, had long yearned for an heir to carry on the legacy of their noble lineage. The palace echoed with the whispers of courtiers as news spread of a momentous event.

Queen Seraphina was expecting a child.

Months passed, each one accompanied by prayers and whispered hopes echoing through the halls of the palace. The kingdom collectively held its breath, waiting for the joyous news that would bring new life to the royal family. The gardens adorned with blooming flowers bore witness to the ebb and flow of the seasons, reflecting the anticipation within the palace walls.

And then, as the golden colors of autumn tinged the landscape, the long-awaited moment arrived. Like a melody of hope, the announcement resounded through the kingdom and spread from town to town. Queen Seraphina had given birth to a daughter, a shining beacon of joy in the embrace of her parents' love.

The kingdom erupted in jubilation. Banners swayed in the fresh breeze, their colors dancing to the rhythm of the joy that flowed through the streets. The citizens rushed to the gates of the palace in their finest clothes to join in the royal rejoicing. The sweet scent of flowers was in the air and the distant sounds of musicians tuning their instruments heralded the great celebrations to come.

Inside the palace, the little princess lay in her mother's arms, wrapped in a tapestry of delicate silk. Queen Seraphina's eyes, glistening with tears of happiness, met King Alistair's gaze, a silent exchange that spoke volumes about the unspoken journey they had traveled to reach this blessed moment.

As the sun sank below the horizon, the palace gates opened to welcome the many well-wishers. The Great Hall, decorated with golden tapestries and crystal chandeliers, shone in the light of a thousand candles. Laughter and chatter filled the air as nobles, commoners and dignitaries alike joined in the celebration.

In the midst of this splendor, the little princess lay in her crib, surrounded by a symphony of admiration. Her tiny fingers, like rose petals, grasped at the air as if reaching for the love that surrounded her. The flickering candlelight painted her delicate features and cast a warm, ethereal glow on her.

Y/n, as she would later be called, became the beacon of hope that united the kingdom. Her laughter echoed through the palace like silver bells, eliciting smiles from all who basked in her innocent radiance. The court musicians, attuned to the heartbeat of the celebration, played melodies that blended with the collective heartbeat of the kingdom, a harmonious testament to the unity created by the birth of the princess.

Over the years, the princess's birthdays became a cherished tradition. The kingdom celebrated with greater fervor each year, turning the anniversary of her birth into a grand spectacle. The gardens, where once the whispers of anticipation could be heard, now bloomed in vibrant colors that reflected the princess's exuberant spirit.On her birthdays, the people of Celestria gathered to honor their beloved princess. The streets were lined with stalls selling sweet treats and enchanting trinkets. Musicians played lilting melodies and performers brought fairy tales to life through dance and theater. But amidst the splendor, it was Y/n herself who was in the spotlight.

Her laughter, the elixir that had breathed life into the kingdom years ago, echoed through the air. The joy that emanated from her was infectious and transformed the celebration into a mosaic of smiles and shared happiness. Y/n had become the living embodiment of the kingdom's dreams with her sparkling eyes and a heart full of kindness.

As Y/n grew, so did the kingdom around her. The once silent halls of the palace echoed with the footsteps of a vibrant princess whose spirit danced like the sunlight that fell through the leaves. She became a symbol of hope, bridging the realms of royalty and commonality - a beacon of unity for a kingdom that had waited with bated breath for her arrival.

And so, under the golden skies of Celestria, the royal court and citizens celebrated the birth of their princess, whose laughter echoed throughout the kingdom, mingling with the melodies of joy that had marked her grand entrance into the world.

But a shadowy group lurked in the hidden corridors beneath the splendor of the kingdom. Unseen and unheard, this gang shrouded in mystery plotted insidiously to infiltrate the royal house.

In the dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient symbols, the agents of the group - Shadows of Darkness - received a chilling instruction. The leaders, shrouded in the cloak of shadows, readjusted their strategy. Princess Y/n, an unforeseen variable, demanded an adjustment to their malevolent plans.

As Y/n's laughter rang through the palace, the group's secret game unfolded on an invisible chessboard. The birth of the princess upset their carefully laid plans and brought an element of unpredictability into play. Beneath the surface of the festivities, a calculated dance played out, where joyful echoes collided with the malice lurking in the shadows. Citizens and royalty revelled in blissful ignorance, unaware of the ominous threat lurking in the hidden corners of the palace. A dangerous dance began. One in which the laughter of a princess served as an eerie soundtrack to a covert operation that would reshape Celestria's destiny.

As daylight bathed the kingdom in golden hues, the shadowy group moved in secrecy. Their ominous influence extended to unsuspecting future queens. The dark puppet, manipulated by unseen hands, infiltrated the royal court and left a menacing presence.

The king, who had followers in every country, became aware of the terrifying power. Fearing for his family and the future of his country, he had his troops strengthened and also looked for a guardian for his daughter. So he spread the word throughout the country that a tournament was to be held in the late evening and that the bravest and strongest fighters were to take part.The anticipation of the great tournament was in the air that day. The king, seeking the perfect protector for his most precious treasure, gathered warriors from faraway lands. Men vying for the honor of protecting the jewel of the realm presented themselves in the arena.

The tournament, a spectacle of skill and courage, began with the clash of swords and the thundering hooves of warhorses. Knights from all corners of the realm showcased their skills, a dance of blades played out under the watchful eyes of the royal court.

As the dust settled and countless fighters succumbed to the skill of their opponents, there was a quiet tension among the spectators. The king, seated on his magnificent throne, surveyed the remaining warriors, his keen eyes searching for the one who would serve as a shield against the impending danger to the princess. Then, amidst the remaining fighters, a lone, young figure emerged, clad in armor that seemed to absorb the essence of the shadows. The air fell silent as this knight stepped forward, exuding an aura of fear and admiration. A murmur went through the audience, a collective acknowledgement that a formidable force had entered the arena.

The king, mesmerized and wary, leaned forward in his throne, a silent question etched on his regal countenance. "Tell me, what is a child doing on the field?" he asked his 1st in command. He bowed to his king, "Forgive me, my majesty, but you emphasized that the gates were open to anyone carrying a sword." The king forced the moment back into his mind and now looked further down, at the person.

At that very moment, the mysterious knight removed the helmet, revealing a cascade of fiery red hair framing a face marked by the scars of countless battles. Her piercing gaze, a mixture of steel and determination, met the king's eyes with an unwavering intensity. A murmur went through the hall as the realization set in. "Lady, Natalia Alianovna Romanoff," someone breathed, the name inspiring both awe and fear. As the first young woman to be knighted, Natasha was widely known, and her accomplishments on the battlefield were whispered about in saintly tones. The king, who also learned of her presence, widened his eyes.

As she approached the king, Natasha dropped to one knee, a sign of respect and submission. Her armor bore the marks of countless victories, and the sword at her side was a testament to her skill as a warrior.

"Your Majesty," Natasha's voice, a symphony of authority and humility, echoed through the arena. "I am Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, sworn to protect those deemed worthy of the Empire's protection. I offer my skills and loyalty to defend your princess, the jewel of Celestria." The king, observing the steely determination in Natasha's eyes, pondered her words. Isn't she too young to be a knight? Presently good..She could form a bond with Y/n. He thought.

The court remained in a collective breathless pause, awaiting the monarch's decision. After a moment's thought, the king nodded, a gesture that echoed through the arena like a decree.

"Lady Natasha Romanoff, rise. You have proven that you are an excellent Fighter. May the realm be witness to your service as my daughter's protector."

The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and whispers in appreciation of the gravity of the moment. Natasha rose from her knees and hid her features behind her helmet again. With measured steps, she returned to the ranks of the assembled knights, her presence leaving an indelible impression on the tournament and setting the stage for a new chapter in the kingdom's saga. Since then, the unique bond between the young princess and the fearless knight began to grow. Y/n, a little bundle of joyful energy, zoomed through the flowerbeds. "Tasha, look, I can fly!" she cried, spreading her tiny arms. Natasha, with a smile on her lips, leaned down. "Really? Show me, little whirlwind." And chase her through the field.

"Tasha, why are you so strong?" asked Y/n three years later, while they were playing in the halls. Natasha, with a mischievous smile, replied, "Strength comes not only from muscles, but also from courage and determination, my Princess."

The royal parents, from their thrones, watched the scene with warm smiles. "Look how Natasha is teaching our daughter," said the queen. The king nodded proudly. "A bond strengthened not only by duty, but also by the heart..I could not have chosen anyone better."

In the shelter of the pavilion, Y/n and Natasha talked about the years of shared experiences. "Promise me, Natasha, that you will always be by my side," Natasha, serious yet tender, replied, "As long as I breathe, I will watch over you, Princess."

Over the years, not only did Y/n grow up, but so did the love between her and Natasha. Adventures together, laughter and tears formed a bond that blurred the boundaries between princess and protector.

At the age of 20, Y/n found herself in the midst of an inner turmoil. The years had passed since Natasha had taken up residence as her protector, and a subtle change was creeping into the princess's mind.

In the quiet moments when the sun slowly disappeared behind the palace walls, Y/n discovered a growing urge to seek Natasha's closeness. Every look from the knightess, every gentle touch, seemed to break through an invisible barrier within Y/n.

The glances Natasha cast across the ballroom as they shared in royal festivities carried a deeper meaning. Y/n recognized the warmth in Natasha's eyes, which came not only from her proximity to the king, but betrayed something more intimate. Uncertainty gnawed at Y/n as she thought about these growing feelings. Society, royal expectations, all created a veil that kept her growing affection for Natasha hidden.

The Royal Mother observed the subtle changes in Y/n's behavior, but the secret remained hidden between the lines. Y/n felt her heart beat faster when she faced Natasha, and the soft sighs that escaped her were carried on the winds of fate.

One day, Natasha, bathed in sweat from the rigorous training session, gracefully moved through the courtyard, effortlessly wrestling each knight that dared to cross her path to the ground. As Y/n strolled through the palace, she unexpectedly caught sight of Natasha in action, sans her usual formidable armor.

Mesmerized by the raw power and agility on display, Yn found it challenging to look away. Natasha's every move seemed like a choreographed dance of strength and finesse. It was the first time Y/n had seen her like this, vulnerable yet invincible

Natasha, engrossed in her sparring session, sensed Y/n's eyes on her. Mid-wrestle with one of the knights, she subtly shifted her gaze to meet Y/n's, exhaling almost imperceptibly. In that brief connection, Natasha's intense focus softened, and a ghost of a smile played on her lips, as if she had caught Y/n in the act.

Y/n, startled by Natasha's awareness, quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be absorbed in the palace architecture. The blush on her cheeks, however, betrayed her attempt to conceal the intrigue Natasha's athleticism had sparked.

She continued her training, each movement deliberate and powerful. Y/n, despite her efforts to remain discreet, stole occasional glances, hoping Natasha wouldn't notice..

When a maid approached, unaware of the silent exchange, Y/n stammered, "I-I was just, you know, walking around," as she tried to divert attention from the fact that Natasha had momentarily captured her focus. Natasha, still engaged in her training, shot Y/n a knowing look, her eyes betraying a hint of amusement, silently acknowledging the unspoken connection while respecting Y/n's attempt to keep her feelings concealed.

Several hours passed, and Y/n immersed herself in the demands of royal duties. As she diligently attended to matters within the palace, she couldn't shake the memory of Natasha's training session. Much to her surprise, as she returned to the main hall, there was Natasha, seamlessly transitioning from warrior to protector, resuming her role by Y/n's side.

Their eyes met once again, and this time Natasha's expression spoke volumes. A playful glint in her eyes suggested a shared secret, referencing the earlier stolen glances. Y/n couldn't help but smile in response, a subtle acknowledgment of the connection they had formed.

Weeks later when the moon towered over Celestria, Y/n dared a tentative look into Natasha's eyes. It was as if the universe melded their souls together, and in that moment, Y/n knew it was more than mere reverence for the brave knight. The realization that her heart was following a path of love was like the blossoming of a delicate flower within her. But the world she lived in demanded secrecy - a love that blossomed in the shadow of royal duties.

Another year passed and Y/n's duties to the throne drew ever closer. Her parents now saw her as an adult woman who would later rule the people. However, this could not be done alone and the time had come to find a suitable mate. So they embarked on various journeys to neighboring countries to consider their princes and princesses. A point Y/n is proud to show. With all the fuss she secretly has about Natasha, her eyes opened to another part.

It was a sunny day when the royal family were visiting another kingdom. The family was welcomed with joy. But the festive atmosphere was pervaded by an underlying tension. As Y/n strode through the hall in royal garb, she was swarmed by the polite remarks and advances of the foreign prince. The looks he gave her were full of obvious interest, and the smile on his lips betrayed intentions that went beyond polite courtesies.

Natasha, standing in her imposing armor alongside the royal family, felt a flame of jealousy flare up inside her. Every passionate look, every touched hand, felt like a stab in her chest. In a quiet moment, when the prince engaged Y/n in a private conversation, Natasha could hardly bear the sight. Her hands clenched into fists as she inwardly fought back the burning sting of jealousy.

Finally, the festive gathering broke up and the royal family returned to their chambers. The opulent chambers of Y/n awoke to the pale glow of candles as the evening shrouded the royal estate in an atmosphere of twilight. The prince, wearing a polite facade, had made his intentions clear. But Natasha sensed the unease in the air. When the prince attempted to cross the boundaries of politeness and seek out Y/n in her chambers, Natasha turned cold as ice. Her eyes, normally as impenetrable as the darkness, bore into the young nobleman. Without a word, her gaze spoke volumes, and the prince retreated as if he had entered an invisible barrier.

When Natasha entered Y/n's chamber, the discomfort was reflected on Y/n's face. "Thank you.. I was so uncomfortable, but I didn't mean to be rude," Y/n murmured, her voice low in the intimate atmosphere. Natasha stepped closer, her touch cooler than the night breeze blowing through the open window. "My princess, you never have to compromise for politeness."

In a calculated move that blurred the line between protector and seductress, Natasha lifted Y/n's hand and stroked her fingertips over the delicate skin. "Don't let anyone enter your world if you don't want them to. You deserve respect and so much more."

The darkness of the room seemed to tighten around the two of them as Natasha continued, intensifying her own touch. "And maybe, there is someone..who is willing to go deeper than politeness allows."

The words echoed between the walls as the coolness of the night turned into a dance of desire. Y/n sensed the play of shadows as Natasha, took on the role of seductress. A passionate revelation that in the twilight of her chambers revealed a connection that transcended the duties of the royal hall.

The room lost its dimensions in darkness as Natasha and Y/n were caught in a mesmerizing dance of tension. Y/n's heartbeat quickened as Natasha's words sounded like a breath in the night, a promise that implied more than it stated. "Natasha, I don't know what you mean..." whispered Y/n, her voice caught between curiosity and an underlying desire that lingered in the air. Natasha stepped closer, her gaze like the dark veil of night that hid everything and yet revealed everything. "I speak of desire that goes deeper than any protocol that exists within the walls of a palace."

The atmosphere thickened as Natasha began to loosen Y/n's royal robes with deft fingers. "You can feel it, can't you? This suppressed energy between us. It's time to explore the shadows that lurk in the corners of our connection."

Y/n's breathing quickened as the warmth of Natasha's hands touched her skin. A mixture of fear and desire flickered in her eyes as she embraced the unknown.

"N-Natasha, I... Is this right?" asked Y/n, but her reticence was swallowed up by the darkness.

Natasha replied with a cool smile that betrayed a deep, hidden passion. "Right or wrong, Y/n, does not exist in this world of shadows. There is only what you desire and what you are willing to experience." The air between them was charged as Natasha gently placed her lips on Y/n's. A passionate kiss that burned down the blurred lines between duty and desire. Still, Natasha paused for a moment and looked her princess in the eye, “I notice your looks, your breath when I sneak up on you..you’re begging when I retreat to my chambers..” Natasha pushed the princess onto the bed. The redhead had Y/n's legs wide open. Open for her to devour.

Natasha licked her lips, staring at Y/n's underwear, a hungry look in her mouth. Y/n still felt the slight urge to protest. What is she doing here? What happens if her parents find out about this? Are they allowed-

But all words of resistance melted into a moan in her mouth as Natasha opened her entrance with her tongue. She lay down in front of Y/n, lifting the princess's legs by her thighs onto her shoulders. Natasha's tongue turned her princess's moans into groans and then shouts of ecstasy. After tasting Y/n for long enough, Natasha lifted her head. Her mouth was covered in Y/n's fluid, giving her face a glow that Y/n found simply intoxicating.

"How are you feeling? Can I continue?" Natasha's eyes widened as she saw the sight of her ruler. Spread wide and with her hands clenched in the pillows, "K-Keep going please..” Natasha smiled and climbed up to Y/n to take off her dress and while she undressed Y/n, Natasha kissed Y/n and she tasted herself on her lips. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha inserted two of her fingers into Y/n. In response, the young princess let out a deep moan into Natasha's mouth as she slowly penetrated her. As Natasha alternated between driving her index and middle fingers in and out of Y/n's cavity, Y/n was disturbed by the amount of armor Natasha still had on and set about removing it.

Natasha smirked again as she realized what Y/n's plans were and sat back up, "You could have asked, my highness..." Y/n's eyes were wide as she watched Natasha remove every single piece of metal from her body. Eventually it just tinkled on the floor and Natasha stood before her in a white shirt. She wasted no more time and pounced on the young girl again.

"What do you want me to do, princess?" Natasha now asked, breathing in unison with her aroused ruler. She had already slipped a hand between Y/n's thighs and was leaning on her shorts. Y/n knew what Natasha wanted to hear. "Please.." she begged, "fuck me." Natasha watched Y/n's flushed face. It was so, so lewd. This time, however, Natasha stroked a finger over the edge of her labia and felt how far the wetness had spread.

"You really want it, don't you?" said Natasha with a hint of smugness in her voice. Y/n knew it wasn't to humiliate her, but rather to increase her sense of exposure.

Yes, I really fucking want it, Y/n wanted to say, but managed to hold back. Natasha, however, didn't miss the look on her face before she leaned in and slowly kissed Y/n again. She began to run her fingers up and down the wetness between Y/n's legs, stroking slowly and rhythmically.

Y/n held back any sound that wanted to come out of her mouth, knowing there was more to come. A touch slipped past a certain spot so briefly and lightly that Y/n's body flinched in response. Natasha had to keep her senses together, just a little longer. The stroking and kissing gradually became faster, without either of them noticing against the backdrop of their growing arousal. Natasha's fingers were touching Y/n's clit more and more frequently now, and Y/n couldn't keep up, the tension between her legs growing and her mouth remaining slightly open.

"A-A-hh..." she gasped, and her body arched back more and more. She was crying out now, twisting and turning, her clit at the center of the movement, her hands wrapped around Y/ns, her face pressed into her shoulders, her upper body arched so that her breasts and erect nipples moved against Natasha's body in the same rhythm as the caresses between her thighs. "Nat-..Natasha...!" She cried out. "I'm... ah, I'm..."

Natasha kissed her neck in response and concentrated fully on bringing Y/n to climax. She wanted to hear her princess scream, to feel her thrusting against her body in a frenzy of pleasure. She wanted Y/n to lose all inhibitions and move against her hand like a horny slut. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. Her hips and buttocks began to move against Natasha, thrusting towards her with desire, begging her not to stop. It felt so dirty to cooperate and beg so earnestly, but Y/n didn't care about any of it. Natasha moaned along with Y/n and couldn't hold back either after listening to Y/n feel this way about her.

“Cum for me.”

When Y/n heard Natasha's soft and loving voice moaning like that, she shook with pleasure. Her mind went blank. The room disappeared, the bed vanished. The world consisted only of her body, which contracted and pulsated to release all its pent-up arousal in one go. Y/n didn't know how much time had passed while she trembled and shook and moaned, even though she didn't want to. All she knew was that Natasha had been holding her the whole time and watched every single facial feature of her beloved princess.

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[togrowoldinv]

The Scarlet Widow

WandaNat x Female Reader

You’re the manager of the sensational music duo The Scarlet Widow. The women invite you to their house for a meeting and things take a turn

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral, fingering, strap riding, etc.

Note: This is pretty much just smut lol. I haven’t written for WandaNat in a while, so I missed them. Enjoy this one!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Managing musicians has never been easy, but there’s one group in particular that always gets under your skin. A duo of two married women, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

The Scarlet Widow is the number one selling duo of the last three years. And they act like it too.

Most days you spend just keeping the two women in agreement. While at the studio and the label, the two women are almost always at odds.

Just yesterday they had a huge argument about the set list for the next tour. And you got caught in the middle. It was so dramatic that you decided to call an official meeting to discuss it. Wanda complained that it was her day off, so Nat offered that you come to their house for the meeting.

As you walk up to the door now, you feel nervous. You’ve been here before of course, but usually in large group for a party. Bring alone with the two women gives you a thrilling feeling.

You knock on the door and it takes a few minutes for someone to come to the door. When they do, it’s Wanda who’s wrapped in what is a very see through robe.

“Y/n, come on in,” Wanda says. There’s almost a goofy grin on her face as she steps back for you to come in. You follow her into the living room.

“Hey rockstar,” Natasha says. She always calls you that. She’s sitting on the couch with only pants and a sports bra on.

“Natty, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get dressed for this meeting?” Wanda suggests. She bats her eyes at her wife.

“Oh, I don’t think y/n minds what we’re wearing. Do you?” Nat asks you. Your eyes linger over her toned stomach and you swallow dryly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Natasha reaches for her wife’s hand and pulls her to sit on her lap.

“Take a seat, dorogoy,” Wanda says.

You sit a respectable distance from the two women and try to ignore the way Natasha whispers something in Russian to her wife. Wanda smiles at whatever it is that she was told.

“So, did we come to any agreements about a set list?” You ask them, doing your best not to notice the way Natasha’s hand has slipped into Wanda’s robe. They aren’t usually this affectionate at the studio.

“I think so, yeah,” Nat answers.

“I’m not so sure,” Wanda says. Nat rolls her eyes and leans back onto the couch. “I still think we need to sing Love in New York.”

“No,” Natasha immediately shuts her down.

“Why? It’s a good song! The fans love it!”

“I’m done singing a song about your ex boyfriend,” Natasha argues. She has a point.

“If I could just-“

“And you know what?” Wanda interrupts. She stands up and looks down at Natasha. “We’re not going to sing She’s A Witch either.”

“You wouldn’t dare! I wrote that for you!” Nat argues.

“I don’t like it anymore!”

You listen to them argue back in forth for who knows how long until they finally run out of things to say.

Wanda plops down on the couch next to you, much closer than before.

“What do you think, y/n?” Her voice comes out irritated but soft.

“Well since you both have a song you don’t want to sing then maybe that’s when we can work in a break for you. While the other person is singing, you can leave the stage,” you explain.

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies.

“Yeah, we never leave the stage separately,” Nat adds. “Together or nothing.”

Wanda smiles at her wife’s words. She moves closer to her again and sits in her lap again.

“Together or nothing, y/n. You have to pick which song we sing,” Wanda says.

She leans into Nat and even brings her in for a kiss. You can’t fight the way it makes you feel to see them kiss.

Natasha notices the way your press your thighs together at their display. Nat whispers another set of Russian words to Wanda that you don’t know the meaning of.

Wanda looks at you and reaches her hands out in a grabby motion. “Come closer.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, a slight shakiness is in your voice.

You move closer to the women, but not close enough as Wanda reaches to you and pulls you even closer. Your thigh brushes against Natasha’s.

“You have to pick our song, sweetheart,” Wanda says. Her hand comes to the side of your face to fix your gaze on hers. “And you need to pick mine.” She leans closer to you, so close you think she might kiss you.

“Not so fast,” Natasha cuts in, taking Wanda’s hand off of your face. “I think you should pick my song. It’s about how lovely Wanda is. And don’t you think my wife is beautiful?”

You nod and Natasha smirks at you.

“Say it,” Nat commands. “Say that you think she’s beautiful.”

“She’s beautiful,” you choke out.

“Good girl,” Natasha says. You do a poor job of holding back a whimper at her words.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” Wanda says to Nat. Something about the way she says it like you aren’t there makes your pace quicken.

“I know, sweetheart. I think maybe we should give her a show and she can decide who’s side to be on,” Natasha replies.

“Are you okay with that, y/n?” Wanda looks you again. You nod.

With that, Natasha kisses her wife like you’re not even there. Their tongues run over each others directly in front of you. You’ve never been so turned on in your life and you’re fighting every urge to reach down and touch yourself.

“You can join in if you want,” Wanda says once the kiss has broken.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you surprise yourself as you lean in and kiss Natasha first.

She’s shocked that you went for her first, but she reciprocates the kiss quickly. It’s sloppy and passionate as her hand pulls at at your hip.

“Let me have a turn,” Wanda says. She’s pouting a little bit. Nat kisses her cheek and guides your lips to Wanda’s with a hand on the back of your neck.

Wanda’s kiss is softer, but just as passionate. She holds your face in her hands and you’re so into it that you don’t notice Natasha slip off Wanda’s robe.

Nat licks and sucks Wanda’s nipples as you kiss the brunette.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda whimpers against your lips.

You take in the sight of her on Natasha’s lap completely naked.

“We were working out the set list details before you came over,” Wanda explains. “We argue best with our bodies.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Luckily, you don’t have to say anything because Natasha’s hands start to roam over the hem of your shirt. She lifts the material over your head.

Both women drink in the sight of you. Nat reaches behind your back and unhooks your bra. Wanda’s fingers take your nipples before Natasha pushes you to stand up.

“Let’s get these off,” Natasha says. She unbuttons your pants and slips them down your legs. You go to pull down your underwear, but Wanda’s hand stops you.

“Not yet, detka,” she says.

You comply as Natasha brings you onto her lap. Wanda shifts off of her so that you can straddle Nat completely.

Your core hits right on Natasha’s. You gasp at the feeling of the hardness in her pants.

Nat smirks and unbuttons her own pants and pulling her boxers down just enough to pull out her strap.

“Wanda loves this, don’t you babe?” Nat teases her wife.

“Fuck yes I do,” Wanda says. She moves to kneel on the ground in front of you two.

“Why don’t you both suck on my cock?” Natasha asks.

Wanda pulls you down to ground with her. She goes first, taking Natasha’s strap in her mouth. You watch as she takes the whole thing in one go. She’s obviously done this before. Nat reaches for your head and pushes you down onto her cock with Wanda.

Your tongue mingles with Wanda’s as you two suck Nat off. The brunette brings you in for a kiss.

“Get on the couch, baby,” Wanda commands you.

You sit next to Nat and she kisses you as Wanda buries her head between your legs. She licks through your folds, loving the taste of you on her tongue. Natasha’s hand slips down your body and her fingers work in tandem with Wanda’s tongue.

“Fuck,” you say.

“You like that?” Nat asks. She bites your neck.

“Fuck yes.”

“Yeah? You like it when my wife fucks you?”

“Yes Natasha,” you say.

She smirks partially because you admitted it and partially because she knows Wanda is about to make you come.

“Come for her, sweet girl. Come for Wanda,” Natasha says. And you do. You come hard against her mouth. She licks you clean and then leans up to kiss Natasha.

Nat accepts happily and moans at the taste of you on Wanda’s tongue.

“I want to taste you,” Natasha says to her wife. Wanda has a better idea. She lifts you off the couch.

“Get on her lap and ride her strap,” Wanda says. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say.

You hover over Natasha’s lap and she helps you onto her cock.

“Oh, you take me so well,” Natasha says. “So tight for me.”

Wanda sits on the back next to Nat on the couch. One of Nat’s hands guides your hips as the other runs over Wanda’s pussy. She’s already slick, but Natasha puts her fingers in your mouth to get Wanda even wetter. You suck her fingers and she thrusts into you.

It doesn’t take Natasha long to push you over the edge. You rest against her chest and try to breathe normally again. Natasha wears a smile on her face and you wonder if she was timing how long it would take.

“Come for me, Wands,” Natasha says as she continues to rub her wife’s pussy. “Come for daddy.”

“Fuck!” Wanda shouts as she comes.

“There we go,” Natasha says almost with a degrading tone. You lift your head off her chest and she grins at you.

You feel Wanda’s hand come to your neck and she kisses you briefly. “Y/n, baby, why don’t you help Natasha feel as good as we do?”

“Okay,” you agree.

You get off of her lap and she takes off her strap. Her glistening pussy waits for you as she spreads her legs. Wanda sits next to her side and leans her head onto her shoulder. It looks so domestic, so soft that you would never know that the two women would be having sex with you.

“Go on,” Wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lean in and lick Natasha. Her thighs shake and you realize just how worked up she is from making you and Wanda feel good.

Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring Natasha ever closer. Her wetness coats your tongue.

When you look up, Wanda is taking Natasha’s lips between her teeth and soothing the wounds with her tongue.

It motivates you to go faster, plunging your tongue into her.

“Come for her, Nat,” Wands tells her wife.

“Fuck,” Natasha says as she comes.

You emerge from between her legs. Wanda pulls you into both of their laps and you share a kiss with the women.

“So, who’s song do you pick?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, um- how about you two write a new song? Together or nothing,” you suggest.

Wanda laughs and kisses your cheek. Natasha chuckles as well.

“I like that idea, sweetheart,” Wanda says.

“Maybe we’ll write it about you,” Natasha adds.

You smile shyly. The women kiss your cheeks at the same time and you snuggle against them.

Maybe from now on the two of them won’t be so hard to manage. After all, you understand their process now and they both plan on involving you in it over and over again.

The Scarlet Widow always was your favorite band.

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Anything?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You tell your Maestro that you would do anything to play at her orchestra world tour, you just didn't know about her ulterior motives with you.

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI! smut, nat has a penis, inexperienced reader, blowjob, gagging, cum swallowing, pet names, abuse of authority ig, hair pulling, brief mention of infidelity.

Word count: 4.9k

a/n: thinking of turning this into a series idk ✰ series masterlist, main masterlist

It's the first time in eight months that Natasha has asked you to stay after rehearsals. And deep down you want to believe it's just so you had more time to practice the piano solo you're going to play in a few weeks, but the way she looks at you makes you have other kinds of thoughts.

You have your hands just resting on the piano keys while you wait for her to say something. You played the song she composed over and over again without missing a single note, and yet you believe that something is still bothering her. "Again." she says, looking at the pieces of sheet music in her hands.

"Natasha..." you say in a shy tone, and her gaze turns to your eyes.

"Maestro." she corrects you.

"Yeah, sorry, Maestro." you curse yourself internally for having called her by her first name, knowing that within this auditorium she does not tolerate informalities. But you're so tired, your fingers feel like they're going to fall out of your hands from so many hours playing the instrument, that all you want is to go home, your brain just isn't working properly. "Are you sure you want me to play again? I mean, I think it's already clear that I know this song by heart, I didn't even need the sheets to play it..."

"I know, but I still want you to play one more time." you don't even think about contradict her, even though your fingers are practically numb you're not crazy not to do what she asks. You feel intimidated by her presence, and you know you're not the only one to feel this way around her. Natasha is one of the best known names in the music business for being an amazing composer and conductor, and also for her reputation as a serious, busy, arrogant, and even rude person. But you don't care. Just the fact that you have the opportunity to be part of her orchestra makes all her harsh comments worthwhile. You just want to be like her, a virtuoso pianist. "Am I gonna have to repeat myself?"

You're snapped out of your thoughts and back to reality, realizing that your Maestro is staring at you seriously, just waiting for you to keep playing the piano. And you do. You play the song she composed, already imagining the tears of emotion that will fall down the audience's cheeks a few weeks from now. Your fingers — even weak — wander over the instrument's keys almost as if on automatic, again, you have played this song so many times that you can play it with your eyes closed. And you know she wants perfection, you know she wants to push you off to the extreme just to make sure you're not gonna make any mistake. And you smile internally knowing that you're successfully proving to her that you were the right choice. Any other pianist couldn't be as good as you, humbly speaking of course.

You play and play, the auditorium filled with nothing but the beautiful sounds of the notes being combined. For a moment you think how she manages to create such incredible pieces, you try to imagine how difficult it must be to compose a song. You'd give anything to have that talent, you'd do anything for people to start recognizing you as a famous pianist too. Your dream is to work in this field, even if your parents say that being a musician will only make you poor, you try to ignore them.

"Okay, that's enough." she says, after you've finally finished the piece again. She takes off her glasses, hanging them on the collar of her shirt before starting to walk towards you. You don't know exactly what time it is, but you know it's late enough that your parents must be already wondering why you're taking so long. Yes, you still live with them. "You're really talented, if you keep it up I might even consider taking you on the world tour."

You cannot process everything at once. First, she called you talented, she never, ever spoke any praise towards any of the musicians who play for her before. And second, world tour? Is this really happening? This might be the dream of any musician, to go around the world playing the instrument they love, especially if they're playing that instrument in the orchestra of one of the most famous composers of recent years. "Wait, really?" you try not to sound too excited, but it's evident in your voice how much this news has positively affected you. "Natas- Maestro this is... my god this is like a dream for me."

You see a smile forming at the corner of her lips, but it disappears just as quickly as it comes.

"It's a dream for everyone." she leans on the piano, causing some keys to emit random sounds. She's wearing a dark blue suit today, she always wears suits, yesterday you remember she was wearing a red one. Her fiery hair is normally always tied back in a bun, but this time it's loose, complementing her beauty.Her hand almost touches yours, but then you pull both of your hands into your lap, playing with your fingers. "How old are you again?"

"I-I'm nineteen."

"Nineteen." she repeats, looking you up and down. You try not to feel the tension that builds between you as silence settles in the auditorium, but you also think that this could just be you making things up in your head. Well, she is in fact a really beautiful woman. But you know that being attracted to her would be very inappropriate, so whenever you start thinking about her that way, you end up committing yourself to something else so as not to delve further into that feeling. But sometimes it's not such a bad feeling. Not that you understand much about the whole attraction thing either, you've kissed only one girl in your entire life, never been touched, so this must all be just admiration towards your Maestro. "You must be busy with college then."

"I mean, yes, but I wouldn't miss this opportunity for anything." you say without thinking straight. All you want is to get your degree in music. But the idea of ​​traveling the world doing what you love is just too exciting. You couldn't believe it when she chose you to play the most important part of her symphony this time, during the months you played for her you only played the less important parts. Maybe this is your lucky year, finally your talent can be recognized by other people. "I might just take some time off, get back to my classes after the tour."

"Oh, you're already thinking of alternatives huh?" she says with a chuckle, and you feel your cheeks flush. "I just suggested it, after all you're not the only talented pianist I know."

And all your hopes have just gone down the drain.

"But who knows, it's not something I'm going to discount either. If you play as well as you're playing at the big presentation in a few weeks, you really could be my first choice." you don't quite know what to say, but all you want is not to disappoint her.

You look down at your hands in your lap as silence returns. You wonder how amazing this opportunity would be, how it would make you finally start growing in a career that doesn't even exist yet. At the same time you want to get up and leave, because this annoyance inside you just grows, you don't know what's going on, being alone with her is messing with you and you don't even know why, but you also don't know if she wants you to play one more time or not, so you just sit there in silence.

Natasha on the other hand can't take her eyes off you. From the first time you walked through that auditorium door you caught her eyes, and since then she always managed not to stare at you for too long so as not to make her attraction to you so obvious.

But when she realized that in addition to being beautiful you were also talented, this obsession she had for you only grew, and it became harder and harder for her not to want to have you completely. So in asking you to play the piano solo, she also saw an opportunity to spend more time with her favorite student. She wanted to ask you to stay after rehearsals for weeks now, but you played the song so perfectly that there was no reason to make you stay and practice more. But today, even though you didn't miss any notes, she asked you to stay anyway. And now she won't let you go until she gets what she really wants from you.

You've never looked at her differently, so she knows you don't feel the same way about her. But she doesn't really care either. "You know." she says in her husky, deep voice, making you look up into her green eyes. "There're also other things you can do to get the spot on the world tour."

Your eyes shine when you see your hopes return, and you open a sincere smile. "I would do anything, seriously." you admit without knowing her intentions.

"Anything?" there's a malice in her tone, but you're too naive to notice. She sees a little bit of herself in you — when she was just a teenager who was discovering her passion for music — and that made her feel a connection to you. But you don't know anything about it, you don't know the way she feels about you. For you, it wouldn't make sense for a woman like her to feel the slightest bit of attraction to you.

You stare at her waiting for her to say something, one of her hands starts tapping some random keys on the piano. When her eyes are focused on her act you end up roaming yours quickly over the features of her face, how her red lips call you so much attention. You had thought about kissing her, yes, you thought of her in those ways, but then again, you always threw those thoughts away. You stare at her for so long you think she's noticed, because she looks back at you with arched eyebrows. "There is this thing, that you can do."

"Well... like I said, I'd do anything to get the spot."

She doesn't try to hide her smile this time, and you can't hide your confused expression as she pushes one of your legs to position herself directly in front of you, her body still leaning against the piano. You look up at her, and Natasha bites her bottom lip when she sees your lost puppy eyes. "I think you're really pretty, did you know that?" she brings one hand to your cheek, and you freeze as she starts to caress it. "Bet you have other kinds of talent, don't you?"

"I..." you try so hard to understand what's going on, you don't really know what she wants from you. And noticing all of your confusion only makes Natasha even more euphoric. Her thumb trails across your bottom lip, before slowly sliding inside your mouth. You don't have time to do anything when her finger presses down against your tongue, and you want to not like it all, you really do. This is wrong, but at the same time it feels so right. It is not possible that those doubts you had could be true after all, that in fact she could be attracted to you. It wouldn't make sense, right? It takes you a few seconds to turn your face away from her touch, feeling your cheek slightly wet when her thumb briefly brushes over it. "Maestro... this is... this is inappropriate."

"What?" she asks innocently. "I did nothing."

"You just..." you stare at her in disbelief, and you just don't know what to say to her. You want to get up, walk away and try to ignore this interaction you just had. But something inside you just makes you not move, it really feels like your body is glued to the seat. "I... I must go... it's late."

"It is not." she says, you know she's lying. It must be past ten o'clock, and you still have to take the subway home. But it seems like she doesn't care, and neither do you. "Come on... are you gonna tell me you don't want this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." you play dumb, even now you already have some ideas of what her second intentions might be about. And you're enjoying it, fuck, you really are. You shouldn't, you want to not think of her having you the way she wants to, but the thought of that being wrong seems even more exciting. If you had known that she was also attracted to you, you would probably work up the courage to have done something during all these months that you've been her learner.

"That you don't want me." she slightly tilts her body, making your faces very close to each other. You don't take your eyes off hers, you can see her dilated pupils. "I thought you would do anything to get what you wanted."

"That's not what I meant."

"And what would that be exactly?" her eyes go to your lips, and you end up imitating her act. Her lips so close to yours seem even more kissable. If you just tilt her face forward a little -.

"I know what you want from me... and this... this is wrong, I would do anything but not that kind of thing."

You don't even know if you're really telling the truth right now. You know you want her the same way she wants you, not minding giving up your body in exchange for a favor.

"But I didn't even say anything, you're the one jumping to conclusions here detka." you close your eyes as she starts kissing the pulse point on your neck, lightly sucking your skin, but not enough to leave marks. You despise the fact that this is turning you on, you know she's just taking advantage of you, and you're letting her. "Let's just say this is the easiest way to get you on the world tour." she whispers. "Don't you want this? Don't you want the easy way?"

"I don't know." you say sincerely, whimpering as she turns her attention to the other side of your neck. "This is wrong, we shouldn't, we... Natasha... please..."

You bite your bottom lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping your lips as she lightly bites your neck. You feel the heat between your legs, and you think how deplorable your situation is right now. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, tucking one of your locks behind your ear. "I can stop, but I don't think that's what you want, right?"

When you shake your head from side to side something inside Natasha changes completely. The thought of you not feeling attracted to her completely evaporates, and knowing that you want her the same way she wants you makes pure ecstasy control her senses. "Fuck..."she lowers her face to your neck again, this time sucking hard. Her tongue roams up your neck, making a tortuous trail to your earlobe. Her breathing is labored, and you get goosebumps as you realize what's about to happen.

She takes one of your hands, leading it to where she'd been wanting this whole time. You can't hide a gasp when she presses your palm against the hard bulge in her pants, and you can certainly feel how big it is. "See what you do to me? Gosh... I have to control myself so much not to be like that in front of your colleagues."

You feel ashamed for doing this, but now there's no turning back. Even if you don't have any experience you want to continue. You want to show her how good you can be at other things, you have so much admiration for her that you would let her do anything to you. Your eyes are closed as she kisses your jaw, and you wonder if she'll kiss your lips but she just pulls back slightly to unzip her pants. "Can you show me how talented you can be at other things, hm?" she asks in a gentle tone, it's like she took the words out of your thoughts. One of her hands on the back of your neck, pulling some of your baby hairs.

"I uhm..." you clear your throat, and nearly choke when she pulls her hard cock out of her boxers. She strokes it slowly in front of you, and you wonder if you'll even be able to take it. It's thick, and if you pay close attention you can even see the visible veins running through it. "I-I've never done anything... I... I'm inexperienced."

You don't know it, but by saying that you made a big mistake. Natasha knowing she's going to be your first just makes it easy for her to do whatever she wants, and she knows you won't have the courage to say no.

"It's okay, I know you're a quick learner." she guides your hand to stroke her, and reluctantly you do. You see some of her pre-cum in her tip, and feel how she gets harder with every move of yours. You have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the sensation in your sex, while your hand goes up and down her shaft. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, really... you don't know how many times I touched myself thinking about you."

You don't pay much attention to her revelation, all you can do is focus on your hand movements, which gets faster with each stroke. You don't even know if you're doing it right, but listening to Natasha groan makes you think that in fact you are. You never imagined that you would want to have a cock inside you, but at this very moment all you wanted was this. "Hm, just like that." she murmurs, throwing her head back as you press your thumb over her head, trying to spread some of her juices over the thick length of her cock. Your heart races when you remember that someone could walk into the auditorium at any moment and see this scene of you and your Maestro, and that makes you want to go on even more. "Oh baby... I need more of you."

You look up, feeling her grip the back of your neck, propelling your face forward. "Take it slow hm?" when your mouth touch her tip Natasha gasps in anticipation, and not wanting to take too long to make her feel good you part your lips. You start by placing a kiss on the tip of her cock, before slowly circling the end of it with your tongue. Because it's your first time giving someone a blowjob, you try to imagine it's a lollipop, it shouldn't be that hard. You gently suck on her head, closing your eyes when you can taste her on your tongue. "Looks like someone has no time to waste." Natasha smiles, both of her hands holding the hair on top of your head so it doesn't get in the way.

You just keep working your mouth around the tip of it, it's thick and long, you don't know if you can take any more than that. But for Natasha it's not enough. She wants more, she wants all of it. You're taken aback by her rough movement bringing her hips forward, forcing you to take all of her at once, without any warning. You immediately feel the pain in the back of your throat as she pulls the cock out of your mouth just as quickly as she thrusts it in. The sudden invasion makes your body freeze for a second, realizing that she's just here to use you however she wants. And you actually look forward to it.

"Aww sorry, I couldn't help myself kitty. I just want to fuck your mouth until you beg me to stop." tears form in the corner of your eyes as you get used to your now empty mouth, your hand that was previously on her length now massaging your throat in search of relief. "It's alright, I'll be gentle this time okay?"

Even though you don't believe her words, you just nod, watching her guide you back to her cock. When she enters your mouth again you expect her to start thrusting hard, but she slowly moves her hips forward so that only half of her fills your mouth. "Oh fuck, you feel so warm. Go ahead, help me out a bit with this detka, I know you can do it." you rest both your hands on her thighs for balance as your head begins to move back and forth, going as far as you can, which you now learn is not just the tip. The heat inside you only grows, as do the obscene noises of your mouth around her cock. "See? I knew you were a quick learner. I bet it won't take long for you to take all my cock in that little mouth of yours."

Your Maestro's dirty words make you feel your wetness grow, and it won't be long before you start making a mess in your own underwear. You look up seductively as you take half of her inside your mouth, even with a little labored breathing you still manage to hold on, and actually wait for her to start going deeper. "Who knew you could be such a talented little slut huh?" she pulls your hair hard, causing a pleasurable pain in your scalp that just doesn't help you think straight. "Want me to fuck your mouth? Want me to treat you like the good and talented slut you are?"

You pull your head back, letting go of her cock with one last suck on the head before saying. "Yes please." Natasha wants to laugh when she realizes how easy it was to make you totally surrendered to her.

"Oh yeah?" you nod frantically, just wanting to give her what she wants right away knowing that in the end you will be reworded. "Fuck... I'm gonna come so hard down your throat and you're gonna swallow all of it, I don't want a drop spilling out, understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Tongue out baby." you do what she asks right away. Natasha grabs her cock, bringing it to your tongue, which she grinds a few times before starting to slide all of it inside you. She holds your head still as her hips move all the way forward, and you gag when you feel the tip of it in the deepest part of your throat. She stays still for a few seconds, as if she's letting you get used to the size before she starts moving, and unlike before she doesn't wait to start fucking your mouth hard.

You try to push her away in an automatic act realizing that this was much harder than you imagined, but Natasha just ignores it and keeps pushing her cock deeper and deeper into your throat. "Oh your mouth feels so good around my cock, I bet you're soaking wet for me aren't you?." you feel like you're on cloud nine, trying to catch your breath with every thrust. Her cock is so thick that you can even feel it sliding around the corners of your lips, slightly widening them as you try to take it all in. "Can't wait to stretch out that tight pussy of yours, fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name."

She doesn't even have to do what she just said to make you forget your own name. Just the thought of having her inside you makes you forget how your brain even works. The place that was previously being filled by the sound of the piano is now flooded by the noises of your gags, tears running down your cheeks wetting your entire face along with your drool that runs down your chin. "I'm so close... keep taking it... just like the good learner you are." you don't even try to escape her merciless thrusts anymore, you just let her fuck your mouth.

She’s not gentle, not caring at all. She just wants to fuck your mouth mercilessly, see you cry and choke yourself around her dick. “You’re taking so well, are you sure this is your first time?” she asks a little surprised that you aren't complaining so much, even the tears on your cheeks proving the opposite, even the noise of your gags making it clear that it's not being easy for you. “Enjoying this aren't you little slut? Fucking your way up to the top.”

When you listen to her remind you why you are doing this, a little guilt takes over your body, not because it’s an unethical act, but because you don’t regret it.

Even though it's one of the most uncomfortable sensations you've ever felt, you still feel turned on by it. The way she uses your mouth as if you were just a doll to her. How you proved that even though it was your first time doing something like this you still managed to make her feel good. This shit really makes you soak, making you want more.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you start to feel a few drops of her cum land on your tongue, and for a moment you're relieved that it's almost over, because even though you're loving the feeling, it's also too big for you to hold on for too long. "Yeah... fuck that's it... down to the last drop don't forget." Natasha continues to fuck your mouth for some time, and you manage not to focus on the pain she causes you by pulling your hair hard as her warm loads spurt into your mouth. You choke when she comes in the back of your throat, but even though you have a hard time, she stays inside you, forcing you to do nothing but swallow every last drop. The taste of her burns down your throat, which is so sensitive it looks like she fucked it for hours "Uhum... that's it...fuck you did so well."

When she doesn't get her cock outside your mouth you start pushing her by her thighs, but she just presses your head against her even more. Your nose touches her lower stomach as you feel her cock pulsing inside your mouth, the tip of it making it hard for you to breathe. "It feels so good inside your mouth detka, it makes me want to start fucking you again." she says, and you fall into despair, knowing you won't make it one more time. Natasha lets out a dry laugh as she sees in your eyes the fear of her actually putting you through that again, and then in one swift act she finally pulls her hips back, taking out her entire length out of you. You automatically choke in your own saliva, coughing a few times to get used to the feeling of finally having your mouth empty. Your jaw hurt from keeping your mouth open so long while she fucked you, and your eyes are blurred with tears.

The Maestro just stares at you with her still hungry eyes, not believing that she really got what she wanted without having any difficulty. She didn't know you would give in so easily, she thought it would take you a while to accept it, but apparently she was very wrong. And she'll definitely use that to her advantage, knowing you're so easy to have, she won’t leave it to just one time thing, she wants more.

You watch as Natasha tucks her dick back inside her boxers before zipping up her pants, at the same time you run your hand over your face to wipe away some of the drool. You made such a mess, you can even feel some of your spit trickling down between your breasts. You want to ask her if she's really gonna give you the spot on the world tour, but you're completely oblivious — still trying to process the fact that you've just given your Maestro a blowjob — which makes it too hard for you to formulate a complete sentence. "Don't think I won't do what I said." she says, again sounding like she reads your thoughts. "I said this was the easiest way, I wasn't lying."

You want to scream, from happiness of course. You smile at her, licking your lips and getting a little taste of her that's still fixated on you. Natasha puts her glasses back on her face, pulling away from the piano and closing the fallboard to protect the keys.

"But I didn't say how many times you would have to do it to actually get the spot." she brings one hand up to your cheek, stroking your skin so gently it doesn't even feel like she was shoving her cock so hard down your throat. "I've wanted you for so long, once is not enough for me. You're gonna have to prove that you really deserve this spot... with this... I want you to stay after rehearsal tomorrow again."

With that said, she simply turns and walks away. Completely fulfilled knowing that you're going to come back here tomorrow, and give it to her again for as long as she wants it. You sit immobile on the piano bench, wondering if this was all a good idea. You thought it would only be one time, you didn't know anything about your Maestro's secret obsession with you. And as much as you liked it, you're starting to think that even though this was the easy way, maybe this wasn't the choice you should have made. God. She's old enough to be your mother, and for as long as you know, she's married. My God. What did you do.

She's using you, you know that. You know it's easy for her to have you because you're young and naive. And yet you let her take advantage of you. And you hate the fact that you deep down want that to happen again. Because you loved the attention she gave just to you, you loved realizing that you can make her feel that good. But you hated it, you really hated it because you can't wait for her to ruin you again.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #smut #wlw smut #natasha romanoff smut #marvel women #natasha x reader #natasha #natasha x fem!reader #marvel #wlw #it took me days to write this if it flops istg

[marvelobsessed134]

Love Me Tender Part One: the meeting

Series masterlist

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: nervous reader, charming Bucky, societal expectations of the time period, men being men ig idk, mentions of drugs, hint of WandaNat/time period homophobia (sorry)

It was around 9 o’clock when the party was in full swing. You sat in the large Palm Springs mansion living room around starlets and musicians alike. You didn’t know why your father dragged you here but you have a pretty good idea. He’s been trying to find you a husband for weeks now ever since you turned 18. He said that as soon as a woman is a legal adult she must find a husband. Which you don’t really mind you just hope this guy-whoever he may be-is nice.

You spotted Natasha Romanoff across the room in all glamour. The redheads perfectly curled hair, her black slinky dress, red lips and nails. She was talking to Wanda Maximoff. The two of them seemed pretty close, almost too close but no one said anything.

You’re wearing a floor length cream colored gown with your hair in a beehive hairstyle. You’ve been obsessed with those fashion magazines that show the latest trends.

Your makeup perfect, with thick eyeliner, pale pink lips, little rosy cheeks. It was no doubt the men there were staring at you. You are fresh meat.

Looking down at your feet, you saw a shadow loom over you. You looked up to see a rather handsome man, steal blue eyes, dark hair. He could only be the one and only Bucky Barnes. Of course you know him, everyone knows him. you have a bunch of his records in your collection at home.

“Um…hi?” You asked nervously realizing how much bigger he was than you.

“Hi, darlin’. Noticed you sitting over here alone what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked. He had a bit of a southern drawl considering the fact he’s from somewhere in the south.

You blushed, “Um yeah. I’ve been dragged here by my father he’s been trying to get my hitched ever since my 18th birthday.”

“Oh? You just turned 18?”

“Y-yeah.” You chuckled nervously.

“Well you’re mighty beautiful for a young lady like you. I’d outta take you out for dinner.”

“Really? But I’m just kind of boring I don’t want to bore you…” you looked down shyly again.

The rockstar put his fingers under your chin and made you look back up at him, the action giving you butterflies. “Baby you are anything but boring and I’ve barely met you.” Just then your father came up behind him.

“Ah, I see you’ve met my Y/n.” He said.

Bucky turned to your father, “Mr. L/n wow what a pleasure to be in your presence.”

“I could say the same to you, Mr. Barnes. Me and my daughter are big fans of ya.”

The two men chatted for a bit before Bucky brought up the fact he wanted to take you on a date. “That would be nice wouldn’t it Y/n?” Your father said. You smiled and nodded with a blush.

“Y/n. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” The brunette commented making you blush even more.

“Here’s our house number go ahead and give us a call. Me and Y/n better get out of here before the drugs come out.”

“Yes, I will definitely call you. Thank you Mr. L/n.” He turned to you, “goodnight, Y/n.” And he disappeared into the crowd.

You went home that daydreaming about the rockstar, and having some very impure thoughts about him.

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel au #60s #60s au #60s aesthetic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #innocent!reader #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla #priscilla presley #Lana Del Rey

[just-aake]

Boundless Devotion - Part VI

Pairing: princess!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: MedievalAU. Natasha is the eldest princess of the Romanov Kingdom. As the time of her coronation approaches, she is suddenly forced to make a decision – either find herself a partner or her parents will choose one for her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Warnings: slight fluff, slight angst, blood

Words: 6156

Past - Previous Year

Lively sounds of celebration fill the castle’s ballroom as nobles gather for the birthday of Princess Natasha.

Laughter and spirited conversation flow through the air, blending with the enchanting melodies played by the musicians.  

And yet amid all the revelry, there’s a noticeable absence from the crowd. 

The person of honor had mysteriously vanished from the ballroom shortly after the party began, leaving guests to speculate and whisper in hushed tones about her possible whereabouts. 

In a corner of the room, you stand with Kate, listening intently as she shares her latest attempt to convince her mother to allow her to become a knight. 

“I just don’t understand why she's so reluctant to let me join the Royal Guard,” Kate sighs in disappointment.

“She’s just worried, Kate,” you tell her, giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Why don’t you have Yelena come with you next time? Maybe she can give some reassurances to your mom about being a knight.” 

The younger princess is known for her close relationships with the castle’s knights, often training with them alongside her sister, so she would be a good option to provide some insights into such a role.

As Kate ponders about your suggestion, a voice calls from behind you, prompting you to turn around.

You find Queen Melina standing before you, wearing a tight smile on her face.

“Y/n, may I have a word with you for a moment?”

You nod in response, and beside you, Kate quietly excuses herself to go find Yelena, leaving the two of you alone.

“This is a lovely celebration,” you compliment her, knowing how much time she spent organizing the event.

“Thank you, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” Melina replies, her expression seemingly calm as she nods to passing guests, but you can sense the tension behind her forced smile.

Her tone carries a hint of annoyance as she continues, “However, it seems that Natasha has disappeared. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” you reply honestly with a shake of your head.

While you expected Natasha to escape these kinds of events sooner or later, you didn’t witness her leaving yourself since you ended up arriving after the celebration had already begun.

Melina rubs her forehead in frustration and lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“Y/n, can you please find my daughter and bring her back to her celebration?” 

You manage to conceal your amusement, holding back your smile as you provide an assuring response.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” 

Excusing yourself, you leave the ballroom and make your way to the location where you know Natasha is most likely to be.

With all the food and wine already served, there is one place in the castle where there's a slim chance of encountering anyone else.

As you round the corner toward the castle's kitchen, you spot a familiar figure walking down the hall toward you.

“Madam B, I didn’t realize that you were here,” you greet her.

Madam B has been your governess since you were young, responsible for teaching you different subjects and lessons at your home. She is known for her strict and unyielding nature, a trait she’s kept from her time as a general for your father during the war.

With all of your years together, you personally know that the woman prefers to keep to herself, which makes her presence at an event like this very unusual.

Madam B waves her hand dismissively at your greeting.

“I don't plan on staying long. I just needed to discuss something more with you before I take my leave.”

You groan internally. Typically, conversations with her usually just end up becoming a long lecture for you. 

“I’m sorry, but can it wait for later? I’m actually looking—”

“It cannot,” she interrupts harshly. Her strict tone makes you instinctively wince and straighten your posture as you wait for her to continue.

She nods approvingly at your reaction before continuing, “Your father may not believe you're ready, but I disagree.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at her words.

"I'm sorry, ready for what?" you ask.

A smirk forms across her face as she places her hand on your shoulder.

"You remember the things I’ve taught you, don’t you, Y/n? About loyalty, compliance, devotion..."

As she continues speaking, a sudden ringing pierces your head, drowning out her words. You shut your eyes tightly, holding your head in pain from the shrill sound. 

After a moment, the ringing slowly subsides, and her voice becomes clear again.

“—need to get going. Good luck in your search for the princess."

Recovering slowly from the painful sensation, you finally open your eyes as you try to understand her words, but by then, Madam B is already moving to leave.

Her hand tightens briefly on your shoulder as she brushes past you. 

"I sincerely hope you won't disappoint me, Y/n.”

Letting out a calming exhale to regain your composure, you watch her walk away with a lost and confused feeling, trying to make sense of the strange conversation. 

What did she say to you?

You try to remember, but the effort just gives you a small headache that intensifies the longer you attempt to recall what just happened.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind of those thoughts, you continue on your original path, deciding to ask for clarification the next time you see her.

Upon reaching the kitchen, you push open the door to find Natasha casually sitting on the edge of a table, playfully tossing little treats for Fanny to catch.

“Hiding from all of your admirers?” you tease.

At the sound of your voice, Natasha's lips curl into a grin as she turns to look at you.

“Very funny,” she says sarcastically, tossing a treat your way, which you dodge. The treat lands on the floor next to you, prompting Fanny to dart over to retrieve it. 

You extend your hand to give her a usual scratch in greeting, but the dog surprises you by suddenly baring her teeth and growling cautiously at you.

Withdrawing your hand, you shoot Natasha a questioning look. Fanny has never acted aggressively towards you before.

Frowning, Natasha commands, "Fanny, stop."

When the dog fails to obey, Natasha lets out a sharp whistle and tells her another command, "Find Yelena." 

Fanny growls at you once more before bolting out of the room.

Natasha brushes away the crumbs from her hands, offering you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, she must have been upset about not being able to go outside today."

You brush off her apology with a nonchalant wave of your hand. 

“It’s fine, I understand,” you reassure her before playfully casting an accusing glance her way. “I could’ve taken her outside myself, if only I didn’t have to return to the party with a certain missing princess.”

Natasha squints at you suspiciously for a moment before giving you a resigned look and sighing, "Did my mother send you to find me?"

"Yes, she did," you confirm. 

Seeing Natasha's disappointed expression, you sigh dramatically, "But the castle has so many rooms. It might take me a while to search them all to find you."

Understanding your implication, Natasha flashes you a grateful smile.

You make your way over to her, mirroring her sitting position on the table, and lightly nudge her shoulder with yours. 

“What’s wrong? It’s your birthday, you should be out there celebrating with everyone.”

Natasha lets out a scoff, shaking her head.

“It was starting to feel more like a political meeting than a birthday party.”

She turns her body to you, her exasperation clear on her face.

“Did you know, within the first few minutes, I've already been pestered with dozens of marriage proposals, trade deals, and tax suggestions by the older nobles?” 

Her brows furrow in thought at the memory.

“I don’t think I even received a simple ‘happy birthday’ from any of them,” she remarks.

You offer her a sympathetic touch on her arm in understanding.

The older nobles have become increasingly persistent in asserting their opinions and influence on Natasha in the recent months, especially since the announcement of her coronation date being set for the following year.

Not wanting a bunch of greedy and selfish nobles to ruin her special day, you decide to try and cheer her up.

“So, what would you have preferred for your birthday instead?” you ask with genuine interest.

At your question, Natasha leans back with a sigh, resting her hands behind her on the table.

"Honestly, I'd rather just spend the day training."

You chuckle in amusement, shaking your head.

"You train every day. Think of something else —something that you’ve always wanted to do."

Natasha tilts her head in thought, her face twisting with concentration before her eyes suddenly light up with excitement. She sits up straight and leans toward you with a mischievous smirk. 

“You could finally let me teach you how to fight with a sword.”

You roll your eyes and playfully shove her away. 

"I told you — no training."

She sighs in mock disappointment, “I should’ve just bought some wine with me when I left. At least that would make this day go by faster.”

At her comment, you pause as you remember Yelena’s passing mention of a flask of wine she had stashed in the kitchen, taken from her father’s collection.

Natasha watches you curiously when you stand and begin to rummage through the kitchen cabinets. 

You push aside ingredients and utensils, eventually spotting the wine flask tucked away on the top shelf.

Stretching your arm, you try to grab it, but even when you go on your tiptoes, your fingertips just barely graze the shelf’s bottom edge. 

Frustration and annoyance build up in you as you prepare for another attempt, but a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks, holding you in place.

Natasha’s face appears at your side, and she raises a knowing brow at you, a playful smirk on her lips. 

"As amusing as this is to watch, I feel like I need to intervene before you decide to start climbing,” she teases.

With effortless grace, Natasha reaches over your shoulder and smoothly retrieves the flask, a playful glint in her eye as she offers it to you.

You accept it with a pout. 

"I would've gotten it eventually." 

Natasha's smile widens as she looks at you fondly with a soft gaze. 

"I know."

As a result of her helpful action, Natasha's body is now positioned in front of you, enclosing you with your back against the counter as her face remains close to yours.

The only thing separating your bodies from touching is your hands holding the flask between you. 

When your eyes lock onto hers, the atmosphere around the two of you seems to suddenly shift, becoming charged with some sort of unknown tension.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you drop your gaze down to the flask as if studying it, unable to hold her gaze for some reason.

With a tiny exhale to calm the sudden beating in your chest, you meet her eyes again with a small smile and lift the wine to her in an offering gesture. 

“Come on, let's have a few drinks, and then we'll return to the party together,” you say in compromise. “Your mother put a lot of effort into organizing this celebration, you know.”

At your proposition of returning to the crowd of nobles, Natasha throws her head back and lets out a disgruntled groan.

You reach out and shake her shoulder reassuringly.

"It'll be fine, Natasha. I'll stay with you the entire time,” you promise.

Seeing Natasha consider your words, you press on, “Then tomorrow, we can head out to the lake for another celebration — whatever you want to do.” 

You roll your eyes playfully as you let out a resigned sigh, “I’ll even let you show me some of the basics of using a sword.”

Natasha chuckles at that, shaking her head with a hint of amusement in her expression, before finally giving you a nod in agreement.

“Alright,” she agrees.

“Great,” you say, sliding out from your position before grabbing two cups and making your way to the central table.

With your back turned to her, you ask her curiously.

“How did you even escape from your mother anyway?”

You hear Natasha relax back against the counter as she begins to recount how she evaded her mother's attention while you start to pour the wine into the cups.

“Yelena helped a bit…”

As Natasha continues to speak behind you, she remains unaware of your emotionless expression and glazed-over eyes.

In your other hand, you pour another liquid into the cup alongside the wine.

Her voice suddenly calls your name in a question, causing your consciousness to abruptly return to focus.

Wait, what were you holding? 

Pausing your current action, you try to examine the unknown vial, still half-filled in your hand and suspended above the cup, but your body refuses to move any further, frozen in place.

Your mouth opens, intending to call out to Natasha, who is currently waiting for your response, oblivious to your sudden panic. 

However, your eyes widen in shock when you hear your voice respond naturally to her question with words that were not your own.

When you feel your hand attempt to continue pouring, you struggle to resist the action, but it seems that you are no longer in control of your body.

Feeling hopeless that you're unable to stop the action completely, you concentrate on moving your hand away from the cup instead.

Your hand trembles as it moves slowly, until eventually, all you can do is watch in despair as the remaining contents of the vial spill into the second cup.

The vial is discreetly tucked away as you pick up the cups. You feel your face force on your usual smile as you turn to Natasha, concealing any signs of your inner turmoil.

“Happy Birthday, Natasha,” you hear your voice say as you offer the cup to her.

Your hand trembles slightly when she takes it with an appreciative smile and clinks her cup against yours. 

Unable to say or do anything, you watch helplessly as Natasha downs the entire contents of the cup, your inner voice screaming at her to stop, while your own hand raises your cup to your lips for a drink.

In the next moment, Natasha's cup slips from her fingers as she staggers back against the counter.

With little strength to support herself upright, Natasha collapses to her knees, a violent coughing fit seizing her entire body. 

At the sight of her in pain, you feel yourself finally regain control of your body. You throw aside your cup and rush to her side, calling her name in a panic.

"Natasha!” 

You cradle her head in your arms, your heart pounding worriedly as blood drips from her mouth, staining your hands as you hold her.

“Y/n…”

Her voice is faint, but her eyes still focus on you in her weakened state, her brows furrowing with concern as she reaches for your face.

“It's going to be okay...you're going to be okay," you repeat, unsure if you're reassuring her or yourself, your trembling hand gripping hers tightly.

Approaching footsteps catches your attention.

Looking up, you see Yelena and Kate come into the room, followed by Fanny, who draws nearer to the two of you, whimpering in concern. 

Their eyes widen in shock as they take in the scene in front of them.

"What happened!?" Yelena rushes to your side, taking Natasha carefully from your arms and checking on her.

Reluctantly, you let Yelena take your place, your chest tightening as you gaze at Natasha, unable to explain.

In the midst of her pain, Natasha struggles to push Yelena toward you, her voice strained. 

“...Y/n…help Y/n…”   

You are about to reprimand her for worrying about you when she's the one on the ground, but before you can, Kate turns your body to face her, her eyes widening with panic upon seeing your face.

"Oh my god, Y/n..." she reaches out to you, her expression filled with worry.

Confused at her reaction, you bring your hand to your mouth, feeling something drip down your chin. Pulling away, you find your fingers stained red with fresh blood.

Your blood.

That’s when your throat tightens, and you also begin to cough violently as more blood fills your mouth. 

Your vision blurs and spins while Kate and Yelena’s mouths move as if calling out to you, but their voices sound distant and muffled in your ears.

You feel your eyes close as your legs give way, and you collapse to the floor.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The following days passed by like a blur for you.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, uncertain whether you were awake or lost in your dreams. 

Your body remained persistently weak — even the simple act of breathing felt difficult at times. 

During this time, you occasionally catch faint whispers of familiar voices, mostly from Wanda and Pietro, but sometimes you believe you heard Kate and Yelena as well.

However, when you finally regained consciousness and opened your eyes, the person you saw was not one that you expected. 

Queen Melina sits in a chair beside your bed, her expression marked by a subtle frown as her gaze remains fixed on the wall, lost in her thoughts.

You attempt to call out to her, but your dry throat causes you to cough unexpectedly, capturing her attention. 

Realizing you’re awake, she reaches for a cup of water on the nightstand and assists you in sitting up so that you can drink. 

The water provided a soothing relief to your parched throat, allowing you to gradually find your voice again.

After placing the cup back on the nightstand, you manage to mutter a soft “thank you,” though your voice still sounds hoarse.

As you survey your surroundings, you realize that you are in your room, and a quick glance out of the window reveals that it is already late into the night, making the queen’s presence even more peculiar.

Curious, you clear your throat slightly before asking her, “I don’t mean to be rude, Your Majesty, but what are you doing here?”

Melina examines you closely, her eyes searching in consideration, before posing a question of her own. 

“Do you remember what happened?”

Her words prompt you to think as you try to recall your last memory. 

A sudden and sharp, stabbing pain in your mind causes your hand to instinctively clutch your head, and you shut your eyes tightly against the discomfort. 

Brief flashes of memories flicker before your eyes, eventually stopping at the most recent memory in your consciousness — Natasha on the ground, coughing up blood.

With a panicked start, your eyes shoot open, and you turn to the queen, your voice trembling.

"Natasha! How is she? Is she okay?"

Melina places her hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring touch. 

“Natasha is going to be fine. The physician says her body is still weak from the poison, but she will recover any day now.”

A wave of relief washes over you, glad to hear that Natasha is okay and safe.

Melina’s hand rests gently atop yours, bringing your attention back to her as she gives you a concerned look.

"Y/n, you were poisoned too," she reminds you, her tone somber as an atmosphere of unease surrounds her.

With a steadying breath, she speaks again.

"Your father returned shortly after receiving the news of your condition, and he discovered the culprit behind the poisoning."

A short pause follows as a flicker of hesitation crosses her face as if she’s contemplating her next words.

“It was your governess, Madam B,” she finally says.

A feeling of betrayal envelops you at her words, but something about the revelation feels wrong.

You shake your head in denial as you slowly piece together the memories of that night. 

“No, that can’t be right,” you say in disbelief, remembering how she had already left before you found Natasha.

“She’s already confessed to the crime,” Melina asserts, her expression watching you cautiously.

Your brows furrow in confusion as the memories become clearer. 

"No," you murmur, "It was just me and Natasha. I was pouring the wine, and then..." you trail off as you finally remember what you did.

“I added the poison,” you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of shock and horror. 

Your hands clench as you struggle to understand why you would do such a thing. You couldn't even recall how the vial of poison had come into your possession.

"Why did I...?" you question yourself, your voice barely audible as you grapple with the horrifying truth of your actions.

Apprehension and disappointment fill Melina’s expression when she realizes that you remembered your part in the troubling event. 

She covers your hands in a comforting gesture.

"Y/n, you need to understand that what happened was not your fault. If anything, I am partially responsible for what happened to you," she explains gently.

Confusion fills your face as you turn to her.

"What do you mean?"

A look of regret and guilt passes across her face, and she lets out a sigh. 

"Madam B admitted to using a forbidden method that I helped to create during the war to force you to perform those actions."

Horror grips you at the thought that you have been manipulated and controlled into harming Natasha. 

"How is that even possible?" you question.

Melina shakes her head, her eyes filled with understanding that you want to know more, but you know from your time working with her that the gesture means that she won’t elaborate further.

“What matters is that those actions were not your own, Y/n," she says before adding, "I know you’d never want to do anything like that to hurt Natasha.”

A chill runs down your spine as a dreadful realization settles in. 

“Can this happen to me again?” you ask, your voice filled with apprehension.

Melina hesitates, her expression grim and reluctant, as if she wished she could give you a different answer. 

"It's possible," she finally admits.

Your eyes widen in fear, and a sense of panic begins to swell within you, causing your heart to race and making it increasingly difficult to breathe. 

Her hand reaches over to rub a soothing and comforting pattern on your back, sensing your distress.

"But Madam B has already been apprehended and taken away by your father. She can't force you to do anything like this again,” she promises. 

She waits until your breathing calms down before continuing.

“Due to the methods used in this situation, your father and I agree it would be best to keep what happened concerning Madam B and you a secret to not cause any further panic. We’ll come up with another explanation for what happened to the two of you. Nobody will know what actually happened that night…"

You drown out the rest of her words, unable to focus anymore.

Despite her attempts to reassure you, the only thought that keeps lingering in your mind is the possibility of you hurting Natasha again.

On the following day, you make your way to the castle to visit Natasha who is still recovering in her room.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, you observe Natasha quietly. Her complexion seems to be slowly regaining its usual color, though her face is scrunched in discomfort while she sleeps as if she's having a bad dream.

Strands of her hair fall across her face when she moves her head, so you instinctively reach out to brush them aside. 

However, just as you’re about to touch her, your hand begins to tremble uncontrollably.

Your eyes widen in fear at the sight as panic rises in you, and you withdraw your hand immediately, clenching it into a fist against the bed. 

A haunting thought echoes in your mind.

You were the reason she was hurt. 

Feelings of guilt and shame fills your chest the longer you look at her, so you turn away, deciding to leave. As you move to rise from the bed, a hand falls weakly upon yours, gripping it gently.

When you look back at her face in surprise, you see Natasha's eyes are now opened slightly but not fully awake, as though she’s in a dreamlike daze. 

Even in that state, it seems as if her gaze is focused solely on you.

Her voice comes out in a whisper. 

“Stay.”

You pause at her request, contemplating whether or not that would be a mistake.

In the end, you decide to remain by her side, just until she drifts back to sleep.

Natasha’s expression is now peaceful and content as she rests, and your gaze drifts to your hand underneath hers in despair.

Turning your hand, you intertwine your fingers in hers and give her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

That was the last time you were close to Natasha for a while.

In the months that followed, you distanced yourself from the princess, too afraid of the possibility that you would lose control and hurt her again.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Present Day 

Your eyes snap open, the nightmare of that night once again jolting you awake.

Feeling slightly disoriented, you find yourself staring blankly at the ceiling of your room, trying to recall what happened. 

Memories of the attack at the cemetery and your subsequent reactions flood your thoughts. 

You let out a weary sigh as you rub your eyes in frustration.

It has been a while since you last experienced these kinds of panic attacks.

They initially started after that night whenever you have nightmares about the incident, but as months passed, they became less frequent, giving you the impression that you had them somewhat under control.

However, seeing Natasha being injured must have triggered it again after all this time.

You sit up suddenly at the thought, prepared to call out for Wanda to ask about Natasha’s condition when the sight of the princess in your room freezes you in your tracks.

Natasha was casually lounging in your desk chair, idly flipping through the pages of one of your books.

She looks up at your sudden movement, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you notice the bandages on her arm from where she had been cut. 

Apart from that, she appears relatively unscathed.

“You’re awake,” Natasha comments calmly. “That’s good. I was about to wake you up myself. Whatever you were dreaming about didn’t sound so nice.” 

Rising from your bed, your gaze drifts to the window where a gentle drizzle continues to fall from the dark night sky.

You make your way over to Natasha, stopping in front of her and examining the bandages on her arm carefully with a light touch.

"What are you still doing here?" you ask, wondering why she hasn't returned home yet. 

Natasha wears a serious expression as she stands, closing the book in her hand and placing it back on your desk.

"We need to talk about what happened."

A feeling of dread washes over you when you hear the reason for her lingering presence. You shake your head at her in refusal.

"Just leave it alone, Natasha. It was nothing."

“That was not nothing!”

Natasha's supposedly calm composure crumbles at your words, and you're taken aback by her upset tone, eyes widening slightly in surprise — she has never raised her voice at you like that before.

Natasha closes her eyes in frustration, taking a deep breath. When she opens them again, she fixes you with an intense and serious gaze. 

"Wanda told me that you've had panic attacks like this before. Many times."

Your lips twist at her words, recognizing that it would be difficult to convince her to drop the subject now that she knew.  

You don’t blame Wanda for telling Natasha. You knew how concerned she was for you, often being the one who wakes you from your nightmares in the dead of night and who stays to comfort you through your panic attacks.

When you don't deny it, Natasha’s shoulders drop defeatedly as her expression becomes regretful.

"I gave you space whenever you avoided me because I thought that was what you needed, especially after you almost died because of me." 

She runs her hand through her hair and sighs in frustration.

“But if I had known how much that night affected you like this, I never would've left you to go through that alone.”

You wrap your arms around yourself defensively. 

“I’m not your responsibility, Natasha. I can take care of myself,” you assert.

Natasha frowns at your words.

"I’m not saying you can’t,” she says, her voice gentle in understanding, “But you do have people who are willing to help you.” 

She reaches for your hands, and with a delicate touch, she unwinds them from your defensive position. Her thumbs trace a comforting pattern on the back of your hands. 

“You have me.”  

Natasha pauses for a moment, searching your eyes to make sure you understand her sincerity before continuing.

“And you shouldn't feel guilty about what happened that night either,” she adds.

You let out a disbelieving scoff in response, breaking eye contact and looking away.

But Natasha’s touch under your chin brings your gaze back to hers. Her eyes are filled with unwavering belief and trust.

“That was not your fault,” she insists firmly.

“That’s not true,” you counter with a sad look. “And you know it, Natasha.” 

Despite your father’s attempt to conceal your involvement in the incident, there's no way Natasha hadn’t figured out that you were the only one who could have possibly given her the poison.

Natasha stares at you for a moment before nodding her head.

“I know it was you,” Natasha acknowledges before continuing resolutely. “But I also know that the reason I’m still alive is thanks to you.”

When you give her a disbelieving look, she shakes your clasped hands meaningfully.

“I wouldn’t have survived if I had the complete dose of the poison,” Natasha points out, her tone emphasizing the significance of your action.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I did it,” you reply, your voice heavy with guilt.

“It matters when your actions were controlled by someone else!”

At your surprised expression, Natasha gestures toward the book on the desk which you now notice is one of the books from the queen about the Red Room.

“I had to learn about the Black Widow operations too, you know,” she explains.

“So you are not the one at fault here,” she says again, determined to make sure you believe it yourself. She brings your hands to her chest, holding them firmly.

You can feel the steady beat of her heart underneath your hand, reminding you that she’s alive and safe.

And she can continue to be safe if you’d just stay away from her.

“I’m not afraid of having you close to me, Y/n,” Natasha says, already deducing your fear.

You forgot how well she can read and understand you.

Pulling your hands away from hers and taking a step back, you cross your arms as the familiar feeling of uncertainty washes over you.

“What if it happens again? What if the next time it’s not just poison, and I end up just stabbing you to death?” you ask with genuine concern, your fear for her safety etched across your face.

Natasha meets your gaze with unwavering confidence.

“Then you'll stop yourself. You’re strong enough to break through. You’ve done it before,” she reminds you.

“Barely,” you scoff, doubting your capabilities, considering you couldn’t even stop your own hands from poisoning yourself.

“Then we’ll find a way to remove the control so that this won’t happen again,” Natasha reassures you, her voice filled with determination. “We can figure it out together.”

You pause in consideration of her offer. So far, your search for a cure has already hit so many dead ends.

Maybe it was time to try a different approach and accept some help from others instead of trying to figure out everything yourself.

You glance hesitantly at Natasha who is waiting patiently for your response.  

“Are you sure?” you finally ask her.

Natasha’s eyes soften, her gaze never leaving yours as a sure grin forms on her face.

“I trust you with my life, Y/n,” she says sincerely. “I always have.”

You observe her for a moment, seeing the seriousness in her gaze, before huffing lightly in disbelief at her faith in you. 

“You’re unbelievable, do you know that?” you say pushing her shoulder lightly while shaking your head. “I think you’re the only person in the world who would want to stay friends with their attempted murderer.”

Natasha catches your hand in hers, intertwining them together, a wry smile on her lips as she tilts her head at you and shrugs her shoulders playfully.

“I think I would be more worried if she wasn’t such a kind person. And, maybe if she actually learned how to use a sword,” Natasha remarks, raising a brow at you as her eyes glint with amusement. “You know I’m still waiting for you to fulfill your promise to me about that.”

You shake your head in disbelief, a light chuckle escaping your lips.

It's incredible how she always makes you feel like nothing is impossible when you're with her.

As you look back at her, a deep sense of gratitude washes over you for having her in your life.

That familiar tension that has been appearing between you two resurfaces again as you gaze into her eyes, and when Natasha tilts her head and smiles softly at you, you feel yourself unconsciously move closer to her as if in a trance.

A sudden roar of thunder rumbles outside as the rain intensifies again, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between the two of you and stopping you in your tracks.

Natasha turns to look out the window distractedly, giving you the chance to recover your composure.

You touch your slightly warm cheeks in thought as you stare at the side of her face with a confused feeling.

Were you about to lean in?

You lower your hand quickly and give Natasha a small smile when she turns back to you.

"I should head home," Natasha says.

You frown in disapproval, realizing that she was suggesting to leave during the pouring rain outside in the middle of the night.

Looking down at your hand, still clasped in hers, an idea comes to mind. Swinging your joint hands lightly in contemplation for a moment, you decide to give your suggestion.

“It’s too late for you to go back to the castle now, especially with the rain. Why don’t you stay here for the night?”

Natasha raises a brow at you, a teasing smirk forming on her lips as she tugs on your hand, which in turn draws you in closer to her.

“Y/n…,” she says your name slowly in a scandalous tone, “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?” 

Your face heats up at the suggestion, causing Natasha's smile to widen, confirming that a blush is now on your face.

“I-that’s not what I meant!” you stammer, your gaze shifting away from her playful eyes.

Natasha watches you fondly for a moment in amusement before pulling away with a chuckle. Releasing your hand, she gives you a grateful smile and turns to head for the door. 

“Thank you for the offer. I’ll check with Wanda to see which guest room I can use.”

As you watch her move to leave, you feel a lingering sense of anxiety in your chest as your mind is still rattled from the nightmare earlier.

Without thinking, you reach out and grab her hand again, the words slipping out before you can stop yourself.

“Could you stay with me?” you wince, embarrassed by how it sounded, “—not…not like that—just until I fall asleep.”

A sad sigh escapes your lips as you admit sheepishly, “I don't think I want to be alone at the moment.”

Natasha gives you an understanding look. She grips your hand firmly and leads you to your bed. Sitting down against the headboard, she pats the space next to her in invitation

“I’ll stay for as long as you need,” she says softly.

With a grateful smile, you settle down next to her in your bed. 

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say, closing your eyes.

“Good night, Y/n,” her voice whispers to you as you drift to sleep.

And you have to admit — it was one of the most peaceful rests you had in a long time, knowing Natasha was there beside you as a steady and protective presence.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Series Masterlist : Boundless Devotion

a/n: Thanks for all the kind comments, it’s too bad Tumblr doesn’t let side blogs reply to them directly but I appreciate seeing them and reading all that you have to say. Thank you again for reading!

Taglist: @lightwhoranoutoflight, @taliiiaasteria, @romanoffprentiss, @canvascoloredin,  @silentwolfsstuff, @blacklightsposts, @arcturusseer, @presser24, @dvrkhcld, @jujuu23, @screechcat, @vivs46, @cd-4848, @youneversawmehereooooooo, @pancakefan7529, @confusedspaceotter, @natbelovasblog, @izzy-b09, @iamheartless 

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff

[mintcaramelhazel]

I bet the dagger squad can’t play never have I ever w Mav because they did it one time and they had to rush Mav to A&E for alcohol poisoning. It is not that Maverick has done the most unhitched things and knowing that traumatices them. That’s just a tiny reason. It is getting scold by the Commander of the Pacific Fleet because the idiot of his husband can’t lie/won’t lie for honourable reasons.

Revelations that surfaced that night but nobody could remember later on bc Iceman scared them so much they blocked any memories of said night:

It is not clear that Natasha has killed a man but they’re pretty sure that Bradley and/or Callie helped her to hide the body

Bob might had an affair with a famous musician but he is a gentleman and he will carry the identity of that person to the grave

Not only was Mav pulling Bradley’s papers off the academy what risked his career in the Navy. Bradley used to be a street racer and he almost got caught. Twice

Jake might had an affair with one of their instructors of Top Gun (Not new information to Javy. Also, that when he discovered that Jake was queer)

Bradley and Jake had obviously been involved with a member of their same squad (when they used to be in the same squad 👀) (Natasha and Javy drink anyways bc flashbacks)

Reuben has discovered information about a brass member and has use it as a free from jail card to save a friend

Mickey got once in trouble with a commander with admiral pretensions. He’s still in the Navy (w clean record) bc a friend blackmailed that commander

Javy crashed one weeding on accident and become friends with the couple after kicking out one problematics relatives (they text and sometimes he gets care packages from them)

Billy got viral once in the internet (although the video is really hard to find now bc it has music/material from Disney and it’s blocked for copyright infringement)

Neil was bicycling when the bike tore apart and had to be grounded for almost two months to give him time to recover

Logan was mistaken once for an actor during holidays and he tried his best to be nice to his fans. (It’s one of the top interactions the fandom of the actor quote to say ‘their baby boy is the best’)

Brigham used to box and won once a competition. He bought his godson a car and his mother kinda hated him for it

#top gun maverick #tg:m headcanon #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun #hangster #too gun maverick #iceman lives #mavdad #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #dagger squad #icemav

[fcsources]

Hello🫶 Can you help me with suggestions of redheaded females that have a decent amount of resources? No matter the age! Thank you in advance!

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! this is gonna be a looooooooong list, angel, but it's as comprehensive as i could make it! all of these fcs have at least 300 gifs that i could find, so please let me know if you need some help locating resources ♡ **indicates the resources are available as gif icons and not small/medium gifs!

Abigail Cowen ( 1998, actress, white )

Ahsen Eroglu ( 1994, actress, Turkish )

Alicia Von Rittberg ( 1993, actress, white )

Alina Kovalenko ( 1992, actress, white )

Amy Adams ( 1974, actress, white )

Angourie Rice ( 2001, actress, white )

Anya Taylor Joy ( 1996, actress, white )

Asena Keskinci ( 2001, actress, Turkish )

Bebe Wood ( 2001, actress, white )

Bree Kish** ( 1996, model, one quarter Black, plus size )

Bridget Regan ( 1982, actress, white )

Bridget Satterlee** ( 1997, model, white )

Bryce Dallas Howard ( 1981, actress, white )

Camryn Grimes ( 1990, actress, white )

Charlotte Spencer ( 1991, actress, white )

Christina Hendricks ( 1975, actress, white )

Deborah Ann Woll ( 1985, actress, white )

Elcin Sangu ( 1985, actress, Turkish )

Eleanor Tomlinson ( 1992, actress, white )

Elena Satine ( 1987, actress, Georgian )

Ellie Bamber ( 1997, actress, white )

Emily Carey ( 2003, actress, white )

Evan Rachel Wood ( 1987, actress, white )

Freya Mavor ( 1993, actress, white )

Genevieve Angelson ( 1987, actress, white )

Gozde Turkpence ( 1984, actress, Turkish )

Hannah Einbinder ( 1995, actress, white )

Haley Bennett ( 1988, actress, white )

Hayley Williams ( 1988, musician, white )

Holland Roden ( 1986, actress, white )

Holliday Grainger ( 1988, actress, white )

Huh Yunjin ( 2001, musician, Korean )

Isla Fisher ( 1976, actress, white )

Isolda Dychauk ( 1993, actress, white )

Jane Levy ( 1986, actress, white )

Jessica Barden ( 1992, actress, white )

Jessica Chastain ( 1977, actress, white )

Joey King ( 1999, actress, white/Jewish )

Karen Gillan ( 1987, actress, white )

Kate Walsh ( 1967, actress, white )

Katherine McNamara ( 1995, actress, white )

Kennedy McMann ( 1996, actress, white )

Kennedy Walsh ( 2000, influencer with acting roles, white )

Lee Seo Jeong ( 2000, musician, Korean )

Liv Hewson ( 1995, actor, white, non-binary )

Luca Hollestelle ( 1996, actress, white )

Ludovica Martino ( 1997, actress, white )

Maddison Brown** ( 1997, actress, white )

Madelaine Petsch ( 1994, actress, white )

Madeline Ford ( 1997, model, white )

Maggie Geha ( 1988, actress, white )

Marina Ruy Barbosa ( 1995, actress, Brazilian (white) )

Melis Sezen ( 1997, actress, Turkish )

Millie Bobby Brown ( 2004, actress, white )

Miriam Leone ( 1985, actress, white )

Natasha Lyonne ( 1979, actress, white/Jewish )

Nicola Coughlan ( 1987, actress, white, plus-size )

Nicole Kidman ( 1967, actress, white )

Olivia Cooke ( 1993, actress, white )

Rebecca Ferguson ( 1983, actress, white )

Riley Keough ( 1989, actress, white/Jewish )

Romola Garai ( 1982, actress, white )

Rose Leslie ( 1987, actress, white )

Ruth Connell ( 1979, actress, white )

Sabina Karlsson ( 1988, model, half Black, plus size )

Sadie Sink ( 2002, actress, white )

Sadie Soverall ( 2002, actress, white )

Sarah Drew ( 1980, actress, white )

Sarah Snook ( 1987, actress, white )

Shannon Purser ( 1997, actress, white, plus size )

Sophia Lillis ( 2002, actress, white )

Sophie Skelton ( 1994, actress, white )

Sophie Turner ( 1996, actress, white )

Stephanie Martini ( 1990, actress, white )

#rpt #fc help #redhead fc #ginger fc #female fc #underused fc #model fc #poc fc #bipoc fc #fc masterlist #redhead masterlist #answered: fc help #answered: anonymous #answered #long post for ts #long post cw #long post #five nights at freddi's: mascot post

[midnight-pluto]

MY MODEL: special features — broke bitches

SYNOPSIS: seems like the Xianzhou has hired a freelance photographer to help with their new magazine. however, this model seems to have fallen head over heels for a certain photographer - what exactly is their story?

CONTAINS: he fell first they fell harder trope, fluff, crack, humor, swearing, slight angst

my model master list

˙☆. Y/N :

a freelancer photographer that lives in an apartment alone. has been practicing photography for around 6 years including their degree they got in collage. always has a work mindset on and never spares any moment for failure.

“One Track Mind. One Track Heart.”

˙☆. SERVAL :

an ever growing rock n’ roll musician that came from a prestigious family. was always a rebellious child but always stood guard in case her father had one of his outbursts. was going to move out when she turned 18 but stayed out of guilt letting her siblings stay in such a shitty predicament.

“I guess I gotta stay now.”

˙☆. GEPARD :

a grad school student not to achieve a higher education, but to stay out of the Landau household and taking over his parents responsibilities. loathes summer and winter breaks because he’s practically forced to head back home, but always puts a smile on his face for his sisters.

“I don’t know what the future holds.”

˙☆. BRONYA :

a secretary for one of the 7 biggest corporations. took over her mother’s position in the corporation yet loathes it at the same time. she wasn’t born into prestige, she was chosen. plucked from her world of poverty to young to remember but still wonders why it was her, and not one of the others?

“I used to know, but I’m not sure now.”

˙☆. SEELE :

a childcare social worker for Natasha’s Orphanage. hates to admit, but has a soft spot for the children around her. she never got these kinds of connections as a child, but that’s why she does it. to give these children something she never got much of: care.

“I loved you like the sun.”

TAGLIST: @zyphyrr @ohmyfinggod @not-creativequill @klementime @nekobluecute @theautisticduck [ if you want to be added, send me an ask or feel free to comment! ]

#my model 📸 - jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x gender neutral reader #jing yuan x gn reader #hsr smau #smau #hsr seele #hsr gepard #hsr bronya #hsr serval

[lives-in-midgard]

Lavender Haze

(Musician AU Part 2)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: You and Wanda are so in love and you spend all your free time together when suddenly one opportunity could change everything.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is part 2 of Wanda's story in my musician AU. I hope you like it! I made the moodboard myself and the divider is made by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist | Musician AU

Your first actual date with Wanda was amazing. Wanda picked you up and you drove to an outdoor cinema. You watched one of your favorite movies there and had a lot of fun. After that you stopped at a McDonald’s and ate there. Yes, McDonald’s isn’t romantic, but you had a lot of fun on your first date. You talked and laughed a lot. When Wanda brought you back home you said goodbye to each other at the front door of your apartment. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and drove back home. Wanda texted you when she was home like you told her to.

You’ve had a lot of dates with Wanda, you always take turns on who is choosing where the date is going to be. One time Wanda was choosing and the next time it was your turn to choose. When you weren’t at work you would spend all your free time with her. Even when she worked on a song you were always together. Sometimes you were coming home from work and would find Wanda sitting on the floor in your living room and writing on a new song. You went to every gig she had at Romanoff’s bar even when you had to work all day. The bar became one of your favorite places to be and you quickly got to be friends with the people who work at the bar. Natasha and her cow owner Maria are very kind, and you really enjoy talking to them. The barkeeper Melina and Yelena are one of the loveliest people you know. When you first met the bodyguard Alexei, he looked really tough but now after knowing him better you discovered that he has a sweet soul. You are very lucky to be a part of this friend group, or you could even say that they are a family.

Today was actually meant to be a date night but when you walked out of work that day you were too tired and exhausted. It was Wanda’s time to choose the date and you knew that she sometimes puts a lot of effort into the dates, you really love that and don’t want to disappoint her. So, you decided to go for a shower when you come home and go on that date when she is going to come over. After your shower you made yourself ready for whatever Wanda had planned and waited for her to arrive. You sat down on the couch for something that felt like a minute when Wanda knocked on your door. You stood up and walked to the door. When you opened it, you saw a happy Wanda standing there. As a hello she gave you a passionate kiss on the lips.

“Hey detka.” Wanda said after breaking the kiss.

“Are you ready for our date?” She asked with an excited tone and for a second an exhausted look was to see on your face. You quickly changed it to a smile.

“Of course, I am.” You lied to Wanda and yourself.

“Are you sure? You didn’t look very thrilled at the fact of going out. We can stay here if you want.” Wanda softly asked and reached for your hand.

“I’m just a little tired because of work, but it’s okay. You planned this date and I want to go.” You spoke.

“We can totally stay here tonight if you want. Don’t worry about the date we can go next time, and I only want to go if you want as well.” Wanda finished.

“Is it really okay, if we stay here?” You asked one last time.

“Definitely. We’ll make us a cozy night at home. We order pizza, cuddle up in bed and make a movie night.” With every word Wanda said your smile started to grow.

“This sounds so wonderful.” You did exactly what Wanda suggested. While you changed into some comfortable clothes Wanda ordered the pizza. Then you gave her some clothes from you, and she changed as well. After you ate the pizza, you cuddled up in bed and watched a movie that you chose. In Wanda’s arms you fell asleep very quickly. Even though you had a night in, you still had a good time together.

A few days later in the middle of the night you were sitting in the living room. You were reading a book on the couch while Wanda was sitting at the floor trying to write a song. Right now, she is just doing it for fun, but you always wondered if she would like to do it professionally. Wanda would definitely be successful, but would she want that. If she had the opportunity to be a big star, what would she do?

“Wands?” Wanda looked up from her place on the floor.

“Yes, detka?”

“Would you…. if you had the..” You stuttered and Wanda placed her guitar on the ground, stood up and sat next to you. She softly took your hand and with her other hand she tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She looked into your eyes and tried to think about what could border you. You took a breath and then tried to ask again.

“If you had the opportunity to be a professional singer, would you take it? You asked and Wanda didn’t have to think about that.

“Yeah, I think I would. I love singing and the gigs at Romanoff’s bar are great but performing at big concert halls with a crowd of fans. I think that was always something I dreamt of. And making music videos, albums and maybe going on tour” Wanda said, and you could see that she was really happy.

“This sounds amazing, honey. Of course, I would be very happy for you and support you and always be there for you.”

“I know you would, love” Wanda said and gave you a kiss.

“But it would also change so much. You would be very busy and …” You wanted to say more but Wanda interrupted you.

“Hey, I would always have time for you okay. And remember right now there isn’t an opportunity, so nothing you have to worry about. And there is never something that could stop me from doing that.” Wanda said and gave you a passionate kiss. You were so in love with her, you couldn’t describe it in words.

It’s been a few weeks since your late-night conversation. Not much has changed, you were very happy together and enjoyed every single moment you had together.

You were currently sitting at a bar chair at Romanoff’s bar. Wanda would sing in half an hour, and you were having a conversation with Yelena.

“Today are a lot more people here than usual.” You noticed and Yelena nodded.

“It’s probably because of Wanda. The people love her music and then tell their friends about it.”

“Yeah, probably. I mean who doesn’t love her music.” You were cut off by a guy asking Yelena for a drink. She apologized and made the drink for this guy. You looked around and saw that Melina also had a lot to do at the bar, Natasha and Maria were checking that everything was alright, and Alexei was at the front door like always. You thought of going backstage to Wanda but then you thought to yourself that she would probably rather be alone. A few minutes have passed when suddenly Alexei rushed to Yelena, who was now taking a short break.

“Shouldn’t you be at the front door?” Yelena asked annoyed.

“Yeah, I should but you would never guess who just walked in!” Alexei announced excited.

“Just tell us who it is.”

“Tony Stark with his assistant.” He said and you couldn’t care less while Yelena, Alexei and now also Melina who must have heard the conversation, are very thrilled.

“Wait who is Tony Stark?” You asked and everyone looked at you.

“You don’t know who Tony Stark is?” Melina asked with an undertone like she couldn’t believe what you just said. You just nodded.

“He is a very popular music producer and manager. He has popular singers under his contract or bands like ‘The Midnight Rockers’.” Melina continued.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I know the band.”

“Do you think he is here because of Wanda?” Yelena suddenly asked.

“Maybe.” That was the last thing Alexei said before Melina dragged him back to the front door. Then Wanda started to sing. She looked through the room and immediately found you and smiled. After she sang her five songs, she sang a last surprise song what you didn’t know of. You saw Natasha talking to someone and then heard Melina whispering behind you that this is Tony Stark. You then kind of recognized him from somewhere.

When Wanda was finished, she made her way to you. As a greeting you gave her a hug and a kiss.

“You were great as always.” You said and Wanda smiled.

“Thank you detka.” You sat there for a few minutes when Natasha walked over to you with Tony Stark.

“Is that?” Wanda began to say.

“Yep.” You said and she chuckled. When they stood in front of you Natasha smiled and then said.

“Tony Stark that’s the lovely Wanda Maximoff and her girlfriend y/n. Wanda and y/n that’s Tony Stark.” Natasha introduced you to each other and you shook hands with Tony.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. I really liked how you sang and think that your voice is something really special. If you have time someday, I would really like to meet you and have a conversation with you.” He said, you looked at Wanda and saw a surprised look on her face but also a happy one.

“Sure, I can give you my phone number.”

“That would be great.” They exchanged phone numbers, and she told him that she would call. Wow, this day was supposed to be a normal gig as always and now she said yes to meet up with someone you found out is a popular music producer and manager. Because Tony chose to come to this bar today it is possible that everything could change in Wanda’s and your life.

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💕Love Letter WIPs💕

DC

Yandere Brother!Bruce Wayne to sibling!Reader dating Guy Gardner (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Unwilling!Biological!Kid!Reader who becomes Deathstroke’s apprentice (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Step!Dad!Bruce Wayne to Step!Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Connor Kent (romantic)

Yandere Damian Wayne to Jokerized!Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Arkhamverse!Riddler/Edward Nygma (romantic)

Yandere Beast Boy/Garfield Logan (romantic)

Yandere Jason Todd to Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Joker to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Stalker!Batwoman/Kate Kane (romantic) [TW: self harm]

Yandere Lena Luthor to Fem!Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Talia al Ghul to Damian’s Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Ted Grant (romantic)

Yandere Ted Grant to Biological!Kid!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Inertia/Thaddeus Thawne to Bart’s Civilian!Friend!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Wally West to Hero!Reader (platonic)

Marvel

Yandere Daken/Akihiro to Logan’s Platonic!darling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr (platonic)

Yandere Mom!Emma Frost to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Frank Castle (platonic)

Yandere Blob/Fred Dukes (romantic) {angsty}

Yandere Kraven the Hunter to Escaped!Darling!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Brother!Wolverine/Logan Howlett to Surrogate!Sibling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Toad/Mortimer Toynbee to Villain!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Teacher!Natasha Romanoff to College!Student!Reader

Yandere Peggy Carter (platonic)

Yandere Fanboy!Peter Maximoff to Musician!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Thor Odinson to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Sabertooth/Victor Creed (platonic)

Yandere Doctor Doom/Victor von Doom to Unwilling!Child!Reader (platonic)

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

Yandere Robert Baratheon to Friend!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Baratheon!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Oberyn Martell to Stark!Reader pt2 (platonic)

Yandere Rhaella Targaryen (romantic)

Yandere Grandpa!Tywin Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic)

House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood

Yandere Alicent Hightower to Viserys’!Sickly!Brother!Reader (romantic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen to Septa!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Daemon to his and Rhea’s child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Helaena Targaryen to Handmaiden!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Maegor the Cruel (romantic)

Other

Yandere Severus Snape to Lily!lookalike!Reader (platonic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Draco Malfoy to Hufflepuff!Reader (romantic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Brother!Regulus Black to thirdborn!sibling!Reader (platonic) [HarryPotter/Marauders Era]

Yandere Mariano Guzman to Madrigal!Reader (romantic) [Encanto]

Yandere Klaus Mikaelson to Escaped!Reader (romantic) [The Orginials]

Yandere Bela Dimitrescu (romantic) [Resident Evil]

Yandere Stalker!Donatello (romantic) [TMNT]

Yandere Galadriel to Human!Reader (romantic) [Lord of the Rings]

(+some anime love letters from my sideblog)

#yandere love letters #love letters #yandere #yandere dc #yandere marvel #yandere harry potter #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere game of thrones #yandere writings