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finished the walking dead and im SUFFERING because there is no maggie rhee x female reader fan fic anywhere😭😭

#twd #the walking dead #maggie rhee #maggie greene

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I Can Do It Better

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When you find out your best friend has never had an orgasm, you help her out.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; smut, bottom!wanda, fingering, semi-clothed sex, drinking games, cheating(?)

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“Never have I ever had a boyfriend.”

Wanda threw her head back in a laugh at your statement and took a swig of her drink. “Well, obviously. You don’t like guys,” she said, glaring at you playfully.

“Anything is fair game in Never Have I Ever, Wands,” you retorted with a smug smile on your face. “And technically I could’ve in the past before I realized it.”

“Fair point,” she mused, giggling as she began to think of one for you.

The two of you had decided to have some sort of a girls’ night, which consisted of watching a movie and getting drunk. After the movie ended, you were a little more than halfway through a pack of beers and decided to play some drinking games. 

You and Wanda were long-time best friends and told each other nearly everything so you figured a friendly game of Never Have I Ever couldn’t hurt. If anything, you might find out something you didn’t know and it would only bring the two of you closer. 

Wanda racked her brain trying to think of something she’d never done that you had. She finally landed on one and before her slightly drunk brain could register just how personal it was, she blurted it out. 

“Never have I ever had an orgasm.”

If you had been drinking from your beer, you were sure you would’ve spit it out everywhere. 

Wanda’s face paled as she realized what she just said out loud to her best friend; it was something she’d never told anyone before. 

She couldn’t go back in time and not say it, so she just looked at you and waited for you to take a drink, because that was the rule of the game. She hoped you would brush it off and take your turn, but you didn’t.

“What about… I thought you and Vision…” you said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Wanda sighed, her cheeks turning rosy. “Um, yeah, we did but he didn’t- I didn’t…” she mumbled out, feeling shy.

You sat there, processing what she was telling you. It didn’t surprise you that Vision wasn’t good in bed. You’d never really liked him and you’d told Wanda she could do better, but she disagreed with you. He was the first guy to ever put in real effort on dates and he was kind, if not a little odd. 

You tried to appreciate him for at least that and at the end of the day you just wanted to see the brunette happy. Sometimes you weren’t sure if you just wanted to dislike him because she wanted to date him instead of you. 

No, she was your best friend. You didn’t see her that way - or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“And you’ve never… you know, touched yourself?” you asked awkwardly, not really wanting to pry or make her uncomfortable, but genuinely curious. Her admission caught you terribly off guard and you weren’t sure if it was your interest as her best friend or your interest as someone who maybe wanted to be more than friends that pushed you to drag out the conversation.

Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “No,” she said quietly. “I mean I’ve tried, I just… couldn’t get there.” As the words left her mouth, she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She was certain the night couldn’t get any more embarrassing. 

The image of Wanda with her hand between her legs trying desperately to get herself off flashed in your mind and you had to suppress the groan you wanted to let out at the thought of it. 

“I’m sorry,” you responded, causing her to look up at you inquisitively. “That you’ve never, you know.” 

It could’ve been the way you said it or it could’ve been the drinks, Wanda didn’t know, but either way she was speaking once again before she could stop herself. “Is it as good as everyone says it is?”

“It’s better,” you muttered, immediately feeling bad when you saw a frown overtake her features. “I mean, it’s okay I guess.”

Wanda let out a defeated sigh. “I wish I knew what it was like, I feel like it’s this big inside joke everyone’s in on except me,” she said dejectedly. When you turned to her, she was playing with her fingers in her lap, a nervous habit of hers that you found adorable if not a little disheartening knowing she was anxious. “Vis and I tried and he- he got there. But I don’t know, I don’t think I did.”

“Oh, trust me, you would know if you did,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood. You realized that was the wrong thing to say when she brought her knees up to her chest and avoided eye contact.

“Wanda,” you started, scooting closer to her. “It’s okay that you haven’t, I was just surprised is all. I don’t want to see you sad over this, how can I get that pretty smile back on your face?”

“Give me an orgasm,” she joked, but it came out sounding more like a demand.

You stopped breathing for a second, not sure if she meant it or not. “Do you really want that?”

It was her turn to tense up, taken aback by your response. Her eyes met yours and she could sense your nerves, which mirrored her own. “You- you would do that?” 

“I mean… I could,” you swallowed. “But would it be weird?”

She stared at you thoughtfully for a moment before replying. “I don’t think so. It would just be a friend helping out another friend, right?”

“Yeah,” you lied, knowing that doing this favor for her would be dangerous for you and your repressed crush on the brunette. “Right, exactly… a friend helping a friend.”

“Okay,” she paused and took a breath. “Then yes.” 

“Yes?” Your mind was reeling with what was happening and you were struggling to keep up.

“Yes, I want… that. For you to…” she trailed off, waiting for it to click in your mind.

“Oh, right, yeah.” Your body felt warm and you worried your hands would start sweating. “Okay, so just… here? Now?”

“I don’t see why not,” Wanda answered, fidgeting.

“How much did you drink?” You really didn’t want to miss an opportunity to touch the girl you’d been fighting the urge to want for so long, but you definitely weren’t going to take advantage.

“A little more than two beers. I’m fine, Y/N, I’m not drunk.”

You looked into her eyes for any sign that she was lying and all you saw was anticipation.

You nodded, before trying to figure out how you would do what she asked of you. “Lay down, get comfortable.”

She complied, leaning back against her pillows before looking up at you expectantly. You cleared your throat, your mouth feeling suddenly dry. Mentally trying to shake away your nerves, you moved closer so you were hovering over her.

“Is this okay?” You wanted to be sure she really wanted this.

“Yes,” Wanda breathed out. “Now get on with it.” You both chuckled and the suffocating tension began to ease up.

“Yes ma’am,” you said teasingly, before leaning forward. “Um, can I kiss you? Or do you just want me to…”

Wanda blushed, almost looking away. “If you think it will help, then it’s okay.”

You smiled reassuringly and leaned in, closing your eyes as you pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of her mouth. Pulling away to read her reaction, you noticed her pupils had dilated and couldn’t help but smirk before attaching your lips to hers.

You kissed her slowly and gently as if to let her know she could stop you at any time, but she didn’t. She lifted her head to deepen it, following your lead as she moved her mouth against yours. 

Your tongue swiped against her lips to ask for entry and she opened her mouth in response. The first touch of your tongues together made her moan softly into your mouth and you felt a pang of arousal upon hearing it. You wanted, no, needed, to get more of those sounds out of her. 

You broke the kiss to trail your lips down her jaw and neck. You kissed the skin and sucked lightly, avoiding leaving any marks. Once you reached her ear, you took the lobe between your teeth and gave it a soft tug, noticing the way her body shuddered beneath you.

You pulled away to take her in, enjoying the sight of her so clearly worked up already. Her eyes were dark, her chest heaving. She looked adorable biting her lip as she looked up at you.

Your fingers played with the hem of her shirt, sliding into the fabric to touch heated skin, silently asking for permission to keep going.

She gave you an enthusiastic nod and you let your hands explore freely, finding her covered breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze. Her breath hitched in her throat and you wanted more. Removing your hands for just a moment, you slipped them under the cups of her bra, letting your fingers brush against her straining nipples.

A whimper escaped her mouth at the feeling of your hands on her and the delicious sound made you throb.

You decided against putting your mouth on her breasts and sucking the sensitive buds into your mouth because, as much as you wanted to, you weren’t sure if she wanted to be so exposed to someone that wasn’t her boyfriend. This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than you helping your best friend solve a problem, scratch an itch. The last thing you wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

You removed your right hand from her bra and brought it down to just where her skirt ended. “Are you ready?” you asked, drawing teasing circles on the soft skin of her thigh.

“Yeah,” Wanda answered breathily. “Please.”

The sound of her begging made your head fuzzy, but you focused on the task at hand: giving Wanda an orgasm. Just the thought of what was about to happen made you undeniably aroused.

Your hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt, until you reached her underwear. You ran your fingers along the front of her panties, almost moaning at the wetness you felt seeping through the fabric. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, heat settling low in your stomach at the realization that Wanda was this wet for you. 

Wanda was underneath you, so turned on from your touch that she was dripping and making a mess in her panties. 

You applied more pressure, finding her clit through the fabric and rubbing small circles into it. 

Wanda threw her head back and whined, her hips jerking up at the new sensation. “That- that feels really good.”

You smiled and stopped only long enough to tug her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and spread her legs when you brought your other hand down to pry them open. 

Your fingers immediately went back to their place on her clit, massaging it more purposefully now that you were touching her without any barriers.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” she moaned, her face scrunched up in pleasure.

Her bare pussy felt amazing under your fingertips, her clit pulsing and folds drenched. She felt soft and warm against you and you were already addicted. 

You dragged your fingers through her slick folds, nudging her clit on each upstroke, drawing cute whimpers from her. Straightening your middle finger, you slid it into her slowly, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. You knew she wasn’t a virgin, but you wanted to be gentle and work her up to an earth-shattering orgasm.

She moaned at the intrusion, her throbbing pussy practically sucking your finger in as deep as it would go. You moved it slowly in and out before adding another finger, making her gasp and buck her hips. 

You could definitely get used to the feeling of her velvety walls clenching around you, but you quickly shook the thought from your head. This was a one time thing, a favor and nothing more.

You began to thrust your fingers inside her at a steady rhythm, curling them in search of the spot that would make her scream. 

You knew you found what you were looking for when she let out a choked moan, her back arching off the bed. 

“God, that feels - oh - so good,” Wanda panted out, desperately gripping the sheets for something to hold on to.

You brought your thumb up to rub her clit in time with your thrusts, smiling to yourself at the way her hips couldn’t seem to stay still.

Your free hand came to her waist, pinning her down as you continued to pleasure her.

“You look so pretty like this, Wands,” you said, unconcerned with whether or not you might regret saying too much. “I can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

The moan that followed your words was nothing short of needy and loud. You couldn’t help but take a mental note that she liked being talked to while she was getting fucked. 

Whatever you were doing to her, it was working. Wanda had never felt like this even when she tried to grope her own tits and slip her own fingers inside herself. She felt a tight heat deep within her, building up, begging to be released. Her whole body felt like it was burning, a delicious warmth that started deep in her core where your fingers expertly curled against a spot she didn’t even know existed, spreading out like wildfire across the rest of her body. 

She didn’t know it could feel like this. With Vision, it started out as a dull pain from him entering her with little to no foreplay besides a lengthy makeout session. At some point it had felt nice and she could feel herself craving for a release, but it never came. He didn’t really bother to touch her clit, nor did he manage to hit whatever heavenly spot you were stroking over and over again, making her see stars.

You were nothing like him; the way you were touching her was unthinkable. She didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good.

She was close, so close she could taste it and she almost didn’t want it to end so soon. But as much as she wished she wasn’t coming undone so embarrassingly quickly, she also wanted it more than anything in the world. 

With your eyes on her, dark and full of lust, your mouth saying things that made her even wetter if that was possible, and your fingers curled deep inside, she knew she was about to break.

“I think- fuck, I think I’m gonna-” Wanda tried to get out between moans and whimpers. “It feels so…”

You leaned down until your lips were nearly touching her ear, so close she could feel your warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Come for me, Wanda. Make a mess on my fingers.”

That was all it took for Wanda to tumble over the edge into pure bliss. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hung open in a silent scream as she trembled beneath you. Her legs closed around your hand, trapping you there, not that you had any intentions of leaving just yet, your fingers still pumping slowly inside her as she twitched against the bed. 

She clutched the sheets so tightly she was almost worried she might rip them but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She couldn’t even form a coherent thought as she rode out her orgasm, pulsing around your fingers and coating them in sticky wetness. 

When she finally came down, she laid there trying to catch her breath as your movements slowed to a stop. You tenderly pulled out, making her whine either from the emptiness or the sensitivity, and wiped your fingers off on the sheets.

She hummed as her pussy clenched with the aftershocks, finally calming down enough to open her eyes and look at you. 

When she did, she almost felt ready to go again. You were laying by her side now, still facing her, but what really drove her insane was the way you were looking at her. Your gaze was hungry, your eyes twinkling and lips parted to let out uneven breaths.

She could see in your face that you wanted her and she couldn’t remember ever feeling so desired, not even by her own boyfriend. 

The moment lasted but a second before you were sporting a smug grin like your normal self again. “How was that?” 

Wanda laughed. “Did you like… miss everything that just happened?” she joked, making you chuckle with her. “It was amazing. Thank you.”

“As good as everyone says it is?”

“It’s better,” she repeated your words from earlier back to you and you beamed at the compliment.

“Glad I could help,” you paused, trying to decide if you should say what you really wanted. “I think… I think you should break up with Vision.”

Her eyes widened, but she let you continue. 

“You deserve someone who can please you like that all the time. And it’s really not that hard if they’re actually paying attention to you and what you like. I’m not telling you what to do or trying to ruin something that makes you happy. I just think you deserve better.” 

Her heart fluttered with how much you cared about her and she didn’t know how to respond, feeling uncharacteristically shy in the face of a serious conversation about feelings, so she teased you instead. “So what you’re saying is I deserve mind-blowing orgasms.”

You snorted at that before answering. “Something like that.”

“Okay then give me another one.” She wasn’t sure where her boldness came from, but she couldn’t take it back now.

“What?” Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“I said…” She leaned forward until your faces were inches apart. “Give me another one.”

“What about Vision?” 

Wanda’s face softened, her tone becoming more serious. “I think I actually am gonna break up with Vision,” she admitted. “Not just because of what you said. Although you were right.” 

“That you deserve mind-blowing orgasms?”

She slapped you on the shoulder, laughing. “No! Well, yes, but about all the other stuff too.”

You smiled at her and couldn’t resist messing with her again. “So, about what you said…” You reached out to place a hand on her waist, gripping her hip with a smirk forming on your face as you leaned in. “I’m guessing no one’s ever tried to make you come with their mouth?”

Her breath hitched. “No,” she replied, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Let me make you feel good.”

She nodded and you lowered your head, excited to give in to temptation. As soon as she felt your mouth on her, she knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

#fic recs

[natperv]

Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk (it can also be for Nat if you prefer)

I love this prompt! And i’m sorry about your friends. abusive parents can be so manipulative:( i’ll get around to writing this at some point!<3

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why is milf!wanda always a top? more bottom!millf!wanda please for my sanity

#kit speaks #wanda maximoff #milf!wanda #bottom!wanda

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Ahh, yeah. I see that pop up all the time, even if it’s like just with the guy characters they keep putting marvel/Wandanat tags on it and it’s kinda frustrating

yeah!!! and like i have no Huge problem with it because i DO ship nancy and robin but i follow wandanat tags for a reason bro😭😭plus when i keep getting eddie and steve (the guys; as you called them), it’s ten times more annoying because im a lesbian so im not interested lol

#kit speaks

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I’m sorry but what’s ronance??

it’s a ship between stranger things characters robin and nancy! these two

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ever since st4 came out my tumblr feed is all ronance!!!!! what happened to the wandanat content?!2?/!: where is my wanda maximoff smut?!/?/! please im starving guys

#kit speaks #natasha romanoff #fic recs #wanda maximoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow fan fic #natasha romanoff fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat #wandanat x reader #stranger things 4 #ronance

[natperv]

new to your blog and i’ve read all of your works, THEY’RE ALL SO GOOD! i was wondering, do you still write? and if so, will you continue illicit affairs?

xx

Hi! I Do still write!! i’ve just been on a little writing hiatus lately. I’m honestly unsure if i’ll continue illicit affairs, it’s not a sure yes or no right now, i’m still figuring out which direction i want it to take with it

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A Hell of A Heaven ⭃ Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You had an agreement, casual sex on the nights when loneliness hits. She missed Vision and her children, you missed Natasha. It was simple.  Just fun, no catching feelings.

Warnings: smut; Power bottom!wanda (maybe switch); fingering/oral/strap-on use (wanda receiving); chokehold slight; Wanda using powers to tie up reader ; minors do not interact +18  only.  Any other warnings, let me know!

A/N: Fic inspired by the songs of Nick Jonas' album Spaceman

Word: 2,120.

It was 3 in the morning. 

When you arrived at the gate, your heart was already racing. It was always this feeling, of anxiety, whenever you went to meet her. Every moment you thought about her, about her body, you felt sensations all over you. It was as if you were addicted to her.

You had an agreement, casual sex on the nights when loneliness hits. She missed Vision and her children, you missed Natasha. It was simple. 

'What if we found a way to comfort each other, both of us. And we could forget about the grief for a while?'

You got out of the car, and as you approached the house, you noticed that the living room light was on. You didn't have to knock, because as soon as you stepped onto the stairs, she opened the door. She was wearing a red velvet robe, her hair was flowing loose, and her face was flushed. With your keen sense of smell, you could smell the scent of wine.

“Did you start the party without me?” 

“Let's skip the conversation.”

Wanda's eyes turned red, and you were pulled close to her. Your hands went instinctively to her waist, and with just a few steps you pressed her to the wall. You brought your face closer to hers, leaving your lips millimeters apart. Wanda used her own powers to close and lock the door. A clear sign that you could touch her more boldly.

Your hands went to the loop of her robe, and quickly undid it. You took a single step back so that you could look at her body. She was wearing matching burgundy lingerie, the perfect color that matched her skin. You moved your hands again to remove her robe for good, and when your fingers touched her skin, Wanda shivered.

“And if I told you that my faith is in your fingertips, would you believe me?” Wanda whispered, her accent sharper. 

“Maybe.” You whispered back and deposited a kiss beneath her ear. 

“Kiss me.” Wanda said, bringing one hand to the back of your neck as she brought the other to your cheek, “Please kiss me.” 

You looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of pleading and desire. Wanda was like heaven and hell. Her request made a discomfort grow in your belly, your hands went down to her waist, and when you brought your face closer to hers, she closed her eyes expectantly. She leaned in to kiss you, but you cracked a smile before fulfilling her wish. 

When your lips met, it was as if you felt heaven. 

Your lips moved in a calm rhythm, until you decided to make a move with your tongue on her lips. Wanda tried to fight for dominance, but your tongue drove her crazy. She squeezed the back of your neck and moved her hand down your blouse. Her cool hand made you break the kiss to look at her. 

Her eyes turned red again, and then your clothes disappeared. She cracked a big smile as she conjured a strap on you. 

“I see you've learned some new tricks.” You said with a smile on your lips. 

“Oh, that's only going to get better.”

She held your hand and in hurried steps led you into the living room. In one swift motion, she pushed you onto the couch, making you sit down. Sitting on your lap, Wanda gave you a suspicious smile. She put her tongue between her teeth, and looked you in the eye. With her hand on the back of your neck, she looked you in the eye as she began to grind on the strap.

“Fuck.” She moaned and scratched the back of your neck.

Her movements were slow, but that was not what you wanted. Using your strength, you ripped off her lingerie. Wanda laughed between moans. Before she could realize it, you grabbed her waist, causing her movements to speed up. She arched her back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, making her moans come out louder. 

“You're a sin, you know that?” you whispered to her, bringing one of your hands up to her cunt. You cracked a big smile when you saw that she was soaking wet. “I haven't done much, and you're already like this?” 

When your finger touched Wanda's clit, she let out a loud moan with your name, she made mention of stopping moving on your strap, but then you brought your hand up to her throat, squeezing lightly. She looked you in the eye and opened a wicked smile.

“Don't you dare stop, do you hear me?” You said into her eyes, as your fingers began to stimulate her clit, she closed her eyes. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, looking up at you, as she began to move fast again on your strap-on. Your fingers increased the speed over her clit, Wanda loved it when you used your powers to pleasure her. At one point, you knew she was close to cumming, as her moans started to become more and more frantic. You then moved your face closer to her neck, and began kissing that area, which you knew would really affect her. 

“Please.” She begged, like the good girl she was. 

“Cum for me.” You commanded and she, in a loud moan, did. 

You watched her relax her body, but you weren't going to leave her like that, you wanted more. So, in one swift movement, you picked her up on your lap and carried her to her room. Once there, in clumsy steps, you placed her on the bed and knelt in front of her.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She did, you positioned yourself, leaning over, putting each of her legs over your shoulder, then leaned over and ran your tongue over her cum that spread down her thighs. Her breathing, which had been regularizing itself, started to become sluggish again. At one point you felt pressure on your clit, and then you looked up at her, seeing that her eyes were red. You moaned as the pressure started to increase.  She definitely learned some new tricks. 

You then ran your tongue up her thigh until you reached her cunt, and when you ran your tongue over her entrance, she gave a cry of pleasure and the pressure on your clit increased. 

“Fuck, fuck.” You both moaned at the same time. 

“Every time I touch you, it gets better.”

You then attacked her clit, sucking and moving your tongue over it. Your fingers went to meet Wanda's entrance and passed through, causing her to arch her back on the bed. Her moans were like the sounds of heaven, you could listen for hours. 

Your fingers moved in and out of Wanda, while you kept sucking on her clit. Wanda was showing signs that she was going to cum again, but then you slowed down and the pressure she was putting on you stopped. She was very close, and realizing that you were not going to let her cum, she used her power on you again. However, also using her powers, she moved you to the bed and tied you up. You tried to get off, but her power was stronger than you.

“You went days without seeing me, and decided you wanted to be mean to me?” She said, positioning herself on top of you, close to your strap-on. “You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?”

“Are you reading my mind?” You asked with a smile on your lips. 

“You know I am.”

“And what am I thinking now?” 

She didn't have to answer you, as she smoothed the strap on at her entrance, causing a pressure on your clit too. You moaned in unison, at that moment you knew your climax was almost there, and she knew exactly what to do.  You wanted to touch her, but her power was still holding you to the bed, and her riding your strap-on, bouncing breasts gave you an urge to devour her breasts.

Like someone who knew, she arranged you on the bed, making you sit up, but still holding your hands. You lowered your face to her breasts and began to suck on her nipples. Wanda gave a loud cry of a swear word in her native tongue, the wave of pleasure that coursed through your body only brought you closer to cumming, and from her moans you knew that she was close to cumming as well. When you bit her nipple, and moved your hips up as Wanda was riding you, you could imagine that the strap-on reached her g-spot, because in a loud scream she came. And the pressure that fell on your clit made you cum along with her. 

In a moment of Wanda's hesitation, you managed to free yourself from her power, and lay her down on your side, you moved without letting the strap leave her. You were on top of her as you began to penetrate her again. You weren't going to stop until she begged you. 

“Y/N, fuck, I'm getting sensitive.” 

“Say the words and I'll stop.” 

You continued to penetrate her, propping yourself up on the bed, you eyed her, watching her roll her eyes. That sensation had returned, your eyes fell under her lips, and you kissed her. Wanda took a few seconds to assimilate, but kissed you back. She tried to get dominant, but her body was too tired for that, so you managed to get your tongue into her mouth. Wanda moaned between kisses, and the sensation at the end of her belly only increased.

Trying to suppress the feeling, you began to penetrate her harder. The kiss stopped so that Wanda could moan louder, but her mouth remained on yours. You took her hands in yours and intertwined your fingers in hers. Wanda opened her eyes only to find your eyes looking at her. She didn't know what she felt, but the feeling was different. Because Wanda's body was so sensitive, it didn't take long for her to come again. She let go of your hands and moved down your body. 

You held her hands again, and slowly pulled the strap out of her. Unlike the other nights, your intentions were different. You noticed that her body was tired, so you got up and went to the bathroom. Wanda noticed your movement and already expected you to leave. You filled the bathtub with water and put some bath salts in it for her. Pulling the strap off your body, you washed and put it away, returned to the bedroom and approached her. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Taking care of you.” 

Taking her in your lap, you led her into the bathroom and set her in the tub with warm water, watching her let out a sigh of relief and smile. Before you could move away, she held your hand and signaled for you to come inside with her. Without question, you did. You stood facing her, and as the water ran over your body, you let out an involuntary groan.

“You're thinking a lot, but I can't decipher it.” She said getting your attention. “Tell me.”

It was as if your mind went into an automatic mode with your mouth, without you being able to control it, before you could realize it you started to say.

“I can feel you a million miles away, it's like I can see you in every corner. Every word that comes out of your mouth, it's as if I'm holding onto you. If you want, wherever you go, I will go. I'll be here at your best or worst. I don't want to erase our past, but I want to live a new future. I feel that I can have a future with you.”

When you managed to stop, and looked in Wanda's direction, you noticed her eyes filled with tears. Your heart tightened in your chest, but you were relieved to see her approach you and position herself in your lap. 

“I try to find the words to say, even though I don't have that power, I have the feeling that you know what is on my mind. So I will let you lead the way, I want you to take me to the perfect paradise, I want you to make me feel it every day. You bring me true, deep love.” She said making your heartbeat race.

You hugged her waist as she held your face, she lowered her face, placing her forehead on yours. Smiling relieved, you let out a sigh and looked at her.

“I owe you a formal date.”

“Pick me up tomorrow at eight.”

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𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗲𝘂𝗿 𝗱'𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿 - 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼.

pairing: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: she was infuriating, humorous, and meticulously attractive; which that angers me because i wish to envy her. in fact,i fell for her throughout the summer of 2000 with my best friend. i was drawn to her, wishing that somehow she was also drawn to me.

warnings: reader catches natasha masturbating, making out (reader & wanda), but basically that’s it!

author’s note: i’m telling you it gets better here, i really hope you enjoy this chapter! please let me know what you think, thank you!

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For the next few days, I did nothing but avoid Natasha at every opportunity that was given. Whether this is us eating together at the same table or going to the city, I was always out; maybe tagging along with Wanda if she liked. And my mother, who can be a little pushy, asks me why on earth I’m avoiding the “guest” inside the house. My only reasoning was that I hated her. I loathe her. I felt too mean, but I couldn’t help it. She’d just roll her eyes at me and curse out Filipino words, which I find funny.

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PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins. 

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

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Natasha returns from her mission a minute into an episode of House Hunters. She drops her bag by the front door and heads straight for the bathroom without looking at you. 

This is the way she handles all of her missions. She won’t touch you until she’s clean. It’s not the whole truth - with Natasha it rarely is - but in this case you’re glad for it. (If she waited until she truly felt clean, you think she’d never have touched you at all).

You wait until you can hear the low hum of running water, and then deliberately focus in on the episode of House Hunters. 

Vijay is a devoted recreational soccer player, Meghan is pregnant with twins, they want a place in the suburbs that’s walkable to local businesses. It is imperative to them that they have room to run around out back, even if it means the future twins will have to share a room. 

Natasha emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, just as they begin to deliberate their choice. She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t make a joke, just wordlessly comes to sit next to you on the couch. Her thigh is centimeters from yours. (She doesn’t touch you).

House number one was perfect, but listed about $4,000 over budget. Vijay-and-Meghan’s offer would probably have to be significantly more than that just to be competitive. House number two is a fixer-upper, which they doubt they can commit to given how soon the twins are coming. House number three is a great location but Vijay has his heart set on a massive backyard where he can train his two future Beckhams.

You almost want to laugh at all of it, watching daytime mom TV at 2 AM with a nearly-naked g-ddess of death so close you can feel the heat from her shower. Of all of Natasha’s performances, it’s this one, (pretending to be average), that she's never managed to pull off. 

“The mission was a success,” Natasha says over Meghan’s giddy reveal that they’re going with House number one. 

You turn to look at her and purse your lips. The definition of “success” is a fight you’ve had before, and you’re tempted to challenge her as you watch the end credits of House Hunters glisten in her eyes. If she were anyone else you’d think she was about to start shaking. 

Instead, you keep your tone even and ask, “What do you need?”

Natasha turns towards you, a thread snagging and beginning to unravel. There’s a long moment during which she closes off her face and you allow her to see into yours. When her response comes, it’s just a whisper.  

“You.”

Relief sings in your veins. That, at least, you can give her.

You move slowly, afraid to spook the divine creature beside you. You mute the TV. You rise from the couch. You bring your hands up gently against her shoulders, pushing backwards until you get her lying on the couch. Nat’s eyes track these movements closely, landing back on your face once you’re situated above her, your hands pressed into the cushion on either side of her neck. 

You look straight at her. She nods. Her towel slips off her torso.

“Tell me what happened,” you command. 

She nods. Your fingers find the knot of her towel and release it, as Natasha begins talking. 

“We were in this small town, Eastern Europe but I’ve stopped paying attention to exactly where. It was supposed to be a There was this team of soldiers…”

You kiss her first at the fleshy part of her throat, where you can feel the vibration of her voice against your lips. Then, a little lower, in the gap between her collarbones. 

“They were Russian. I could tell by the training, before I even heard them speak. One of them called me a bitch to my face, like I couldn’t understand him.” 

You can’t help but smile a little.

“You know I can feel you smiling, right?”

You bite back a laugh. “Keep going.”

“There’s not much to tell, really. My intel told me that they’d be less loyal to the cause than they were. Guess the KGB really hates a traitor. Anyways, there were these kids…”

You continue your trail of kisses, adding little bites here and there when you can hear her spirit leave her voice. She gasps and arches against you when your lips touch her skin, right under her belly button.

“You were doing so well Natalya,” you say, mock disappointment dripping from each word.

When you’re met with silence, you look up. Natasha’s eyes are glazed over. She jerks her lips into a wry, wretched smile.

“I put a bullet in someone today, right there. The guy that called me a bitch. Heard a little girl scream when he went down.”

There’s a painful squeeze in your chest, but you return to your kisses. It won’t do for you to shatter the illusion now. 

“She was yelling, screaming really. ‘Папочка! папочка!’ And then she ran out into the street and cried right there, over his body.”

Natasha pauses, swallows. You wait for her to start again.

“I didn’t even check for kids. I didn’t sweep the area, I just assumed that STRIKE had it handled. I should’ve looked. I should’ve-”

“That isn’t story, любовь моя.”

You can hear her swallow. You start your kisses again. 

“When I saw her, I didn’t even think about any of it. How it’d affect her, how to get her to safety. I just thought about how bad it’d be for the Avengers if it got out that I’d shot a kid.”

You’re almost done with your trail, your lips below her stomach. 

“It took someone from STRIKE asking me if I thought she was a threat to realize nobody was going to make me kill her. If I’d acted on instinct- stop. Stop, Y/n, just- stop it.”

You push yourself up and away from her completely, resting on your knees, just over her calves. Natasha’s eyes are wet and wide and trained on you. You both take a minute to catch your breath.

“I love you,” you say. 

(You know that she is scared of what it means, your ability to love her. She wonders what’s broken inside you. She wonders if she broke it.)

She swallows. “I know.”

There’s another pause.

“I’m terrible,” she says. 

You nod. It’s the truth.

There are parts of Natalya Romanova that are disgusting. There are parts of her that you literally can’t stomach sometimes, atrocities you never want to know about. There are stories that make you flinch, stories you wish you’d never been told, stories that make you wonder how awful you are for ignoring them, for turning them into sex and passion and soft, aching memories that keep you company when Natasha is away. 

But the atrocities do not stop you. Natasha is a g-ddess. She is as awful and wonderful as any other holy thing. The atrocity is part of her, same as the secrets or the red hair or the coy smiles. They do not make it harder to crawl back home to her at the end of every day. They don’t stop you from gripping her thighs and diving headfirst into the most intimate parts of her.

“Okay,” you shrug. “You’re terrible.”

You position yourself back where you were before, your lips now inches from her sex. 

“All g-desses are terrible,” you tell her. “It makes them no less entitled to worship.”

A thousand emotions flash in Natasha’s eyes: shock, horror, love, terror, disgust, and then a grim sort of acceptance. She nods, almost smiles. And then she stretches one of her signature coy smiles across her face.

“Worship me, then.”

You let a grin stretch across your face. And then worship her you do.

Папочка - "papa"

любовь моя - "my love"

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Stuck with You ||18+||

Pairing/s: College AU Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, smut, mentions of voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, filth, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This one was inspired by a bechloe fic that I could read over again entitled 'Desperate Measures' on Ao3. Check it out babes.

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Natasha clumsily threw the book on the other side of the couch as she sighed for the nth time. She leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes to keep her frustrations at bay. When she feels the couch dip alongside her, her mouth curves upward slightly.

"What did that poor book do to you?" You lightly mused while offering her your freshly brewed coffee. She gladly accepted it and couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips when she took a sip. The tinge on your cheek didn't go unnoticed by her. She grinned, knowing that she had that effect on you.

"Y/n, how are you not going nuts after over two weeks of forced isolation? I mean, how do you do it? I think I'm gonna combust from boredom any minute now." She exaggeratedly whines like a child. She may be whining, but she's actually relieved to have been stuck with you during the quarantine. But at the same time, she's not. Being stuck with your best friend is good, but being stuck with that best friend she's harboring a crush for some time now is bad.

"Are you saying you're bored of me now, Romanoff? I'm deeply hurt." You clutch your chest for some dramatic effect, but deep down, you're sad that she thinks that way. But you do understand her. While you're a certified homebody and isolating is not a big deal to you, Natasha isn't. She likes going out, and her favorite thing to do is drag you along, making sure to keep your social life in check.

"Noooo, you know what I mean." You let out a giggle when she pouted. Outside, she claims to be a meanie and a badass, but you know that she's a big softie on the inside. She'll strangle you if you ever call her that, though. You feigned innocence and asked what she meant by that.

An idea popped into the redhead's mind when she saw your teasing smile. If she's going to be alone with you for an unknown period of time, she might as well make the most of it by taking her shot with you.

"I'm in desperate need of physical attention, Y/n. Come here, snuggle with me." You hesitated for a bit, but when you saw her hopeful glance at you, you relented eventually. You come between her open arms and place your head on her shoulder, feeling her arms tighten around you.

Natasha sighed contentedly and couldn't contain the smile making its way across her face. Being stuck with you is definitely not a bad thing, after all.

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Natasha's getting antsy. One of the disadvantages of being quarantined in one place with somebody is not having any privacy at all. The small apartment complex is partly blamed for that. It left her with little to no opportunities to tend to her own sexual needs. Watching you deeply focused on your book, your lips between your teeth, and your neck on display since you opted to wear your hair in a messy bun does nothing to alleviate the unbearable heat in her core.

She decided that watching you is much more interesting than Bond getting it on, so she left the movie on the screen unattended. She despised him at that moment.

"You know, if you don't want to watch your movie, we can go to bed together," you said, placing the bookmark on the same page you'd been staring at for the past five minutes since you could feel her staring at you, distracting you.

"My, my. At least take the girl out for a dinner first." She caught the pillow being thrown at her, allowing herself to laugh at your flustered state. You simply rolled your eyes at her and walked over to your own bed. It's the least you can do for your poor heart, which is pounding in your chest like crazy. Natasha has been flirting with you a lot lately, which has just intensified your attraction to her.

"I'm scared, Y/n. Can I sleep beside you?" She followed you and fluttered her eyelashes at you.

"Err, I'm just a meter away from you Nat."

"You bed is nicer."

"We have the same bed."

"I like your smell."

"But I smell-"

"I wanna cuddle with you! Jesus, Y/n." You find it amusing that Natasha appears to be desperate. You lightly giggle before motioning her to join you. She gleefully joins you under the covers. You let her spoon you as her arms wrapped around your torso. She's also quite clingy these days.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" You wiggled out of her hold to look at her as if she's insane.

"What the hell, Natasha?" She just casually shrugged at you and looked towards the ceiling.

"You know, like in bed. Sex." Being in bed with the person she's attracted to made Natasha hella horny, plus the added sexual frustration she's been having lately. She tries to quell her thoughts but fails.

"I know what it is, Natasha. I mean, why are you asking me this?"

"Why not? It just came on my mind, and no judgements here." She turned to look at you and you can't help but shy away from her gaze.

You let out a sigh, trying to gather the courage to answer her.

"I let... someone tie me up and blindfold me once." You finally answered after a beat of silence.

"Oh. Did you like it?" Natasha is intrigued, setting aside the jealousy of knowing that someone had done that with you.

"Y-yeah. It was... nice, I guess." You clear your throat. "What about you?" Natasha is pleasantly surprised that you returned the question.

"I like being tied up, too." Her fingers fiddled the hem of her shirt. "But I like doing the tying up more."

You swallowed audibly. "Uhm, that's cool."

"Yeah." Sleep is the furthest thing on her mind now. "I've always wanted to try spanking. Not like bent over the knee, counting them off kind of spanking. But I can be open for that."

"Oh my god. Good night, Natasha." You turn to your side, feeling hot already.

"I'm bored. Tell me something you want to try. Ooh, I bet you'd like to try spanking, too." She's amused by your bashfulness and she makes no attempt to stop her questions at all. "But you're totally the one getting spanked."

"I'm too sober for this." You tried to get up, but her arm snaked back to your waist, holding you in place. She's much stronger than you, that's for sure.

"Oh, come on. We're both adults. Just answer the question." Her breath is dangerously close to your neck. You shudder lightly at the feeling and Natasha notices this, of course. She's holding you for goodness sake.

"Okay, fine. Yes. You're right." You lie down again, troubled by the fact that she's pressed against your back with a flimsy t-shirt she took from you, and it's apparent she's not wearing her bra. You feel her adjusting beside you, also.

"What about role-play?"

"... Yeah."

"What kind?"

"I don't know... like student-teacher kind of."

"You're definitely the student."

"Seriously? Why are you always implying that I'm a bottom?"

"You're not?" A small laugh escaped her lips when you just grumbled in annoyance. Is it a crime to enjoy being the bottom most of the time?

"What's your favorite position?" If Natasha intends to kill you, she's definitely succeeding.

"You're really bored out of your mind, aren't you? I'm not gonna answer that." You hear her protest before giving up. "Jesus, Nat, you're relentless. I like it from behind, okay?" You managed to squeak.

"I figure." You could see her taunting smile when she said that.

"Are you making fun of me? Why the hell am I confessing everything?"

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm not." She's still giggling, but you're not that mad. The predicament you're both in is amusing in itself. "I like it when a girl rides me. Strap, fingers, my face."

"Okay." You gulp.

"I like my hair being pulled."

"Didn't ask for that."

"I like being watched."

"Too much info, Nat." 

"I had a three-way twice." You can't help the image that is conjured in your head as she vividly explains to you how it happened and what happened. You're too stunned to make a sound as she's not stopping describing how it went.

"Okay! I get it!" You grab the pillow next to you and try to hide your face behind it. Natasha just yanks it out of you while teasing your reddened face.

"You're too tense, babe. When's the last time you relieved yourself?" You slightly shift as your underwear is uncomfortably slicked from your arousal. Natasha, on the other hand, is itching for some relief too.

"Why does it sounds like peeing or something?" You chuckle nervously, wanting to disappear from this conversation.

"Don't tell me, you're into piss kink also?"

You just let out a long, irritated sigh. 

"You're too gullible, detka. You know..." You feel yourself panic at the nickname. You try to mask it but inevitably fails.

"What? What's with that tone, Romanoff?"

"I have no idea what you mean," Natasha turns sideways to look at you, her fingertips ghosting above your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. "Since we're stuck in here for however that long, and we're never alone to... find some sexual relief-"

"I don't like where this is going." You loudly groaned and swat Natasha's fingers away as it tingles.

"As I was saying, we're both adults and friends right? And we're stuck in here for however how long, and we have needs. Well, I know I have needs-"

"I have needs," You interject. Natasha just raised her eyebrow and grinned in mischief.

"We have needs. And talking about this stuff got me all riled up-"

"Oh, it did?" You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts. Which only consists of not so innocent thoughts of your best friend beside you.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda hard not to." Natasha could feel her heart pounding fast. You just admitted you're turned on. Right now. In bed. With her.

Every day, she exudes the appropriate amount of confidence, yet she is nervous right now. She licked her chapped lips, mustering the courage to ask you a question that might change your established relationship together.

"Do you want to touch yourself?"

The agonizingly long silence is very telling.

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to touch myself right now."

"How is that not weird?" You choke back.

"It's not. Who says it's weird?"

"Society."

"Society has crumbled."

You uncharacteristically let out a snort and laugh at that. She joins you.

"Besides, we're the only people who will know. If you think about it, it's kind of sexy." All she can do is wait for your response. She's on thin ice as it is so she's not gonna push it.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Romanoff. I can't believe we're having this conversation." She just raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrow at you.

"When's the last time you did it?"

"Natasha!"

"Oh please, don't be such a prude. But seriously, I'm so horny right now, I-"

"Stop!" You shove a pillow towards her to shut her up but it only made her laugh harder. "If I let you with your much needed privacy, will you please stop? I don't think I can handle this  anymore." You make a move to leave but her hand grabs your arm once more.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna stand outside the hall, pretend that I don't exist so you could uhm, you know." You make a motion with your hand awkwardly. You're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.

"Stay, please?"

"What?" 

"Remember how I said I like being watched?"

"Nat-"

"Come on, it'll be pretty fun. I don't mind." This isn't how you imagined the night was going between you two. "You can do nothing at all. I just... need you close." You have a battle going on in your mind right now, but you eventually give in when you hear her soft plea.

Natasha was thrilled when you shifted your position beside her, but unfortunately, you closed your eyes. Having you this close is already fine with her. A sigh escaped from her lips when she slipped her hand down the front of her shorts, finding herself really wet.

"So, how's this- Oh my god, you're doing it." She couldn't help but whimper and close her eyes in response to her unexpected sensitivity and the feeling of your gaze on her. Her breathing becomes erratic as she slowly tease her own self. Her other hand finds its way where her pebbled nipples are, chest heaving when she starts playing with it. 

It was impossible to look away from your best friend as she played with herself right in front of you. Natasha's mouth is agape, back arching as she plunges a finger inside of her. You stifled a moan at the sight, but it came out as a whimper that Natasha barely noticed. 

You strongly felt the urge to touch yourself, but you let Natasha have her own moment, so you opted to grip the mattress tightly to suppress the need. Your throat dries as you continue to watch her movements go faster and sloppier, and her moans get louder. 

"F-fuck, Y/n... I'm so c-close..." Natasha wants to come. She wants to come badly, but something is missing. It was as if a sense of her need washed over you, so you got closer until your chest was pressed against her side and you held her hand that was under her shorts. To say Natasha's surprised is an understatement, and she's about to remove her own hand, thinking that you wanted to replace it with yours.

"Don't. Keep going." She whines and moans incoherently at the added pressure of your hand against her core. 

"That's it. Come, pretty girl." It sets Natasha off like a bolt of lightning. Her climax hits her fully, and she moans your name at full-volume, shuddering at the intensity of it.

She tries to catch her breath, but you remove her soaked fingers and bring them into your mouth, cleaning them off. The sight nearly made her come again.

"You taste so good, Natty." 

She wasn't sure who initiated it at first, but your lips connected, teeth clashing in the process as you made out eagerly and sloppily. She shifts to straddle you and removes her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. She looks ethereal on top of you, and you can't help but run your tongue over your lips, clearly enjoying the view.

"See something you like?" Words got caught in your throat, so you could only nod at her. She just cutely giggles at you and peppers your face with little kisses. You pushed her lightly to remove your own top, and you met her hungry gaze directed at your exposed chest. 

"God, you're so hot." She attacks your neck, nipping and leaving bruises behind. Her kisses continue to travel below until you feel her hot mouth on your boob. You hissed when her teeth grazed on your sensitive nipple and she tugs it in between, pulling and licking while her other hand squeezes your other breast. Your hand tangles her hair and tugs it a little as you writhe beneath her.

"Fuck, do it again. Harder." You heed her plea and she moans loudly against your chest. 

"N-nat... Please." You can't take it anymore. The need becomes unbearable as she continues to tease both of your boobs.

"What is it, detka? Do you need something?" You whined at her teasing tone and pushed her head lower, silently telling her what you needed.

"Use your words, detka. Or I'll stop." Natasha warns, but in reality, she's not going to stop until she makes you entirely hers and at her mercy.

"Please, just fuck me already." She lightly laughs, but yanks your remaining clothing afterward. She holds your legs open when you unconsciously close them a little, embarrassed by how drenched you have become.

"Don't be shy now, you look beautiful." She didn't wait for your response as she attaches her mouth on your sex. You mumble a series of curses as she runs her tongue up and down, lapping you vigorously. Your back arches in response to the sensation, and you tighten your grip on Natasha's hair as she unexpectedly sucks on your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You start to tense as your climax nears, but Natasha's mouth suddenly detaches from you. With your hazy mind, you frustratingly look down to see Natasha smugly smiling at you.

"Wha- " A scream tears from your throat as she suddenly plunges two fingers into you. Her movements are unforgiving, hard and fast. She curls her fingers inside, and you can't help but moan and chant her name loudly as she sucks your clit harder while simultaneously fucking you. The bed squeaks from the action.

Natasha grabs your breast in her other hand and watches her fingers disappear into you, completely mesmerized by how you are taking her. Your walls tightened against her fingers, making it difficult to move, so she drove them deeper and made the come hither motion over and over again.

"Come, detka. It's okay." It didn't take long for your climax to come, back arching while Natasha lightly hisses when your hand finds its way to grip her hair tightly again. As your climax starts to subside, you hear her coo and whisper praises on your side.

Natasha slowly removed her fingers from you, and you couldn't help but whine at the loss. She grabs the blanket to drape it over your bodies and takes you in her arms, which you immediately oblige despite your haziness.

"That... that happened." You managed to croak out, voice coming out slightly hoarse.

"Did you... not like it?" You turn to look at her and saw the vulnerability in her look, which is unusual coming from the redhead. You take her face on your hands and look directly in her eyes. 

"You made me feel so good that I can barely speak now and you're asking if I did not like it? I'll gladly show you again how much I enjoyed it if I could only feel my legs again." You both giggle at that.

"I'm hoping this isn't a one-time thing? Because I have liked you since way before this."  You feel extremely happy at her confession because it goes the same thing for you. Before you could even reply, she adds. "It will suck to not be able to do that again if we cannot leave this place. You have no idea how often I think of bending you over- " You groaned and turned away, pressing your back against her.

"Why are you like this?" She just laughed before spooning you.

Natasha really knew how to push your buttons, and she grabbed this perfect opportunity by popping her hips towards your ass, "From behind, huh?"

Her forceful grip on your waist was the only thing that kept you from running across the room. She kept on laughing as you struggle for awhile before going limp from exhaustion.

"Go to sleep, Romanoff." 

She kisses your head and mutters a good night against your hair, her smile not leaving her face as she closes her eyes. Natasha finally has you in her arms like this. 

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A/N: I suck at this.

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𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐝'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

pairing: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: she was infuriating, humorous, and meticulously attractive; which that angers me because i wish to envy her. in fact, i fell for her throughout the summer of 2000 with my best friend. i was drawn to her, wishing that somehow she was also drawn to me.

warnings: just reader being annoyed by natasha but none for now! 

author’s note: yes this series is very similar to “call me by your name” and i just love that movie so so much. but, i will have to warn you that there is so much sexual tension in the later parts. plus, a jealous wanda so ya’ll be prepared.

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Hot summer heat flashes through my eyes and warms up my skin as I lay on a white beach bench, reading a book that doesn’t really make sense to me; probably because I’m not philosophical as my best friend. Speaking of her, I looked to my side and saw her taking a nap while being bathed in sunlight.

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