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marvelnatr · 5 months

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Training

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Sub!reader, humiliation, brat!tamer Nat, impact play, mocking, strap on, cock warming, breeding kink, cum filled strap, pussy spanking, spanking, bratting, oral fixation, office setting.

Summary: you continue to fail to complete your mission reports correctly. Fury has tried multiple times to get the teammates to teach you how to complete them and you cannot follow simple orders, he’s told that during your teachings you have a cocky attitude. So he places you in an office with Nat till you can get your act together.

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Your POV:

Walking into the office Natasha looked up at me, her eyebrow cocking as she stayed leaned over her desk “excuse you?” I watched her slightly confused “what? I’m supposed to be here at nine am and its nine ten” Natasha nodded “yes you’re late. But also have some manners and knock on my office door before you come in” I nodded a bit with an eye roll and started to cross the threshold, Natashas voice stopped me in my tracks “so turn around and try again”. Looking up at her I nodded and turned around, closing the door and knocking again. Natasha gently opened the door “come in”. Nodding I walked in the door and looked at Natasha, she pointed to the chair near her desk “sit” rolling my eyes again I sat down. I’m not a fucking dog. I felt Nats eyes on me, the door clicked shut and the sound of her heels getting closer to my chair till I felt her brush by me as she sat down “so you’ve been having some problems with your mission reports?” I shook my head “they’re fine. Fury is just being picky” Natasha looked up at me “his name to you is Director, I know for a fucking fact you and him are not on first name basis. Do I make myself clear?” Swallowing a little I nodded as Nat watched me “no, you’re going to give me a verbal confirmation” watching her I sat forward and spoke, allowing my attitude to lace my voice “okay”, Natasha’s eyes found mine, the second we made eye contact I had realized I may have sounded a little too bold. Natasha calmly spoke “okay what?” I watched her, backing down a little “o-okay yes ma’am”. I received a simple nod from her and sat there in silence while she finished up her work.

After fifteen minutes I looked at her “okay what the fuck am I doing here? Cause if I’m just gonna sit here I’m leaving” Natasha looked at me “you will be patient Y/N” pouting I sat back and watched her work. This went on for around another thirty minutes before she looked at me “okay, what was the last mission you did” I looked at her and sat up “fucking finally” shooting a glare at me she growled a little “watch your fucking mouth, I am here to help you, so drop the fucking attitude” ignoring her statement I pulled out my computer and pulled up the mission report. I felt her lean over my shoulder as she looked at my report and scoffed “no wonder fury wont take this, its messy” I looked at her “excuse you?” Natasha cocked her eyebrow at me “I didn’t stutter did I?” Shutting up a little I rolled my eyes and thought of a quick snarky comeback “so what’s wrong with it then if you’re so fucking smart” I guess that was it. That’s what snapped her. Within seconds I was turned and facing her, her green eyes piercing into mine

Natasha’s POV:

Wrapping my hand around her throat Y/N left out a little gasp, her eyes widening as her legs squeezed together. I laughed a little and mocked “oh, I see, you just needed to be choked out a little didn’t you?” Y/N’s knuckles turned white as she squirmed “n-no” I laughed at her, tutting “oh detka, poor little thing. How I’d love to fuck you but you need an attitude adjustment” I let go of her neck with a little push and looked at her “rewrite it. Again. Stop beating around the bush and write it” Y/N pouted “b-but I don’t know how” I grabbed her jaw and made her look at me “you’re a smart little girl, you’ll figure it out” a pout formed on her lips as she looked at her computer and started typing. Nodding I sat back down at my desk. Y/N’s legs were squeezed shut as she typed. She would look up at me on occasion, her eyes begged me to fuck her as her pupils were blown with lust. Smirking at her I shook my head “focus on your work darling”

Y/N continued with her work. I decided it was time to fuck around with her a little, my fingers made their way to my button up shirt, slowly undoing the first three buttons to reveal my cleavage. Y/N’s eyes had been trained on my chest for a solid two minutes now. I laughed a little “what’s got you distracted darling?” Y/N swallowed hard and shook her head “nothing”. I slowly got up and leaned over the desk, my chest close to her face “try again detka” Y/N looked up at me, her eyes filled with anticipation as I leaned over her. The younger woman shakily inhaled and swallowed thick, as he spoke weakly “n-nothing miss” nodding I turned her computer to me “lets see how much progress you’ve made shall we love”. Looking over her work I tutted, she really hasn’t changed a thing. She’s made advances but hasn’t done much. I looked at her “this really isn’t any better dorogoy, are you really that dumb that you can’t put together a simple report? I know you’re so much smarter then this” a whine fell from her lips “I don’t get it, this is such bullshit!” Cocking my eyebrow at her I warned her “watch your mouth” Y/N looked at me with that same bratty look “fucking make me” laughing I leaned in closer “I will”. Her eyes widened as I sat down in my chair and patted my lap “come bring your computer and sit” Y/N rolled her eyes “no, I’m not a fucking child” I chuckled “you sure are acting like one” she quickly shot me a look and stupidly defended herself “I am not!” I scoffed at her “you are, just like a spoiled fucking brat if you ask me” huffing Y/N sat back in her chair, folding her arms and turning away from me just as a pouting child would. I laughed and mumbled “my point proven”

After about fifteen minutes she grumbled “I would like to leave now” I nodded while typing “you can after you finish your report” Y/N groaned “but I don’t fucking know what to do to fix it!” Looking over at her I spoke calmly, probably pissing her off even more “I offered to help you darling, and you wouldn’t take it. But the offer is still there. When you can drop your ego and come and sit in my lap like a good girl I can help you” she shook her head and spat “in your fucking dreams” I laughed and nodded “your choice then darling”

After a few more minutes she realized I wasn’t giving in. I heard her movements to grab her computer and find her way over to me. Looking over at her I saw her eyes watching my lap. Leaning back I gave her room to sit down, Y/N shuffled over to me pouting as I took her computer from her and allowed her to sit in my lap. Tucking some hair behind her ear I whispered “this isn’t so bad is it?” Shifting to get comfy she grumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration “this sucks” I laughed a little and held her waist “don’t hurt my feelings now darling. Stop pretending you don’t like it”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she cuddled into me and I smiled “that’s a good girl. Now, look at your screen”. I adjusted Y/N so she could see her screen and her eyes widened at me, I knew it was only time before she felt my strap in my pants, I laughed a little and mocked in her ear “so distracted darling, are you okay?”. A blush tinted her cheeks red as she nodded “y-yes da- ma’am”, I smirked “oh no baby say what you were gonna say”. Y/N squirmed in my lap as she mumbled, I held her hips and stilled her movements “speak up detka”. She pushed her head into my chest “y-yes d-daddy”. I groaned a little and held her hips down “such a good girl, there we go, finally learning your place”, the girl shot a glare at me and I smacked her thigh “nuh uh little girl, knock it off”, her eyes rolled as she spat “fucking make me”.

My hand quickly wrapped around her throat as I stood her up, quickly laying her flat over my desk then landing a harsh smack to her ass “that’s it, enough of the attitude”, Y/N gasped and moaned a little. Chuckling I tutted “such a fucking slut, is this what you want? You want me to spank you?” I spanked her again and stuck my fingers in her mouth “you just want to get punished thats all, want me to make you my little bitch”. I continued to land harsh spanks to her ass, the crimson red color was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could see the slight outlines of my rings from the impact on her sore ass. Y/N was whimpering and crying a little, drooling all over my desk. I laughed “awww my poor little girl, you can give but you cant take? But you look so pretty for me. You ass all red while you make a mess all over my desk. Those pretty little tears don’t mean shit to me princess”

I watched as she squirmed, an unmistakable wet patch forming on her panties. Kicking her legs apart I gently pushed my palm on her cunt “mmmm so wet for me babygirl” Y/N moaned and whined, her legs closing around my hands. I smacked her cunt and looked up at her “you do not close your legs when I touch you, do you understand little girl?” She nodded and moaned “y-yes daddy” pushing my hand against her cunt I spoke again “I said do you understand?”, moaning a bit louder she fixed her sentence “y-yes daddy I understand” smirking I whispered in her ear “panties off and lay on the couch”. Y/N scrambled to the couch taking off her panties. I locked the office door and headed over to her. I rubbed her thighs gently “open your legs detka”, her legs quickly fell open and I groaned “you’re fucking soaked babygirl“ a red tint formed on her cheeks as I trailed my finger along her cunt “so you can follow orders, shocking”. Y/N snapped her legs shut “oh fuck off”. I cocked my eyebrow at her lowering my voice to a growl “what did you just say to me Y/N?”, her eyes went wide as her face turned white. Fear and anticipation flooded her eyes as I tutted “what am I going to do with you huh little girl?” I watched as she swallowed thick, standing up I leaned over her and grabbed her neck “lets see…I could edge you…or I could spank your poor little cunt….and I could just completely leave you without touching you” Y/N quickly protested to my last suggestion, a pleading whine falling from her lips “no daddy please! Please don’t leave me like this!”. I laughed at her “and what makes you think you’re in any position to tell me what to do with you darling? Where on earth did you get that thought?”

Dead silence fell over the room. Y/N’s pupils blown with lust and fear as she squirmed. I chuckled at her squeezing her neck tighter and pulling her closer to my face “come on slut speak up”, the younger woman gasped and rambled out “I-I dont! y-you’re in charge daddy”. Smiling I nodded “that’s right detka, daddy is is charge. Here’s what’s gonna happen” I trailed my hand down to her cunt as I spoke, allowing my accent to lace my voice a little more “you’re going to lay here and hold yourself open while daddy spanks this pretty little cunt five times for your misconduct. Do I make myself clear?” Y/N moaned and nodded “y-yes daddy you made yourself clear”

Y/N spread herself open, I smirked at her “so wet”, leaning down I hovered my face just above her cunt, my breath falling over her cunt making her twitch as I smiled “oh this is gonna be so much fucking fun” pushing my palm onto her heated core I kissed her gently then landed a semi harsh smack. Y/N yelped and moaned as I gently rubbed “you know what to do darling”. The girl swallowed thick, her chest rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath “o-one thank you daddy”. Smiling I nodded and spanked her pussy again. I received the same reaction as the last. Y/N jolting slightly at the impact on her already swollen cunt from being so needy. I looked in her eyes as she counted again “two t-thank you daddy”. Nodding I finished the next three. Rubbing her pussy gently I groaned “so red and puffy now darling, you look so pretty like this” a blush fell over her cheeks and I chuckled “so shy, why did I punish you baby?” Y/N whispered gently “b-because I closed my legs while you were touching me” I nodded and rubbed “and is that polite?”, blushing further she shook her head “no daddy”. I smiled and kissed her knee “good girl. Now, you need to finish your report”. Immediately she whined “I don’t wanna!” I folded my arms “tell you what, you do the report and you get to cockwarm daddy as you work” Y/N bit her lip eagerly nodding “deal!”

Laughing I walked over to the desk and sat down. Y/N watched me as she rubbed her legs together, I patted my lap “come on darling, you’re so soaked you’ll be just fine”. She turned beet red as she straddled me and sunk gently down on my strap. Her cunt swallowing every inch of the thick toy as her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t wait to breed her. To claim her and make her mine. I rested my hands on her hips and whispered praises “come on babygirl, just a little more. You can take it. I know you can” her eyes watched mine as she whimpered “you’re so big daddy, it wont fit” I laughed a little and rubbed her waist “oh darling. It’ll fit, daddy will help you”. She nodded as I lightly fucked up into her. My entire length buried into her cervix as she moaned “f-fucking hell” rubbing her hips gently I praised “thats it, such a good girl, you’ve done so well for me baby” she smiled and I patted her cheek “now get to work”

Y/N worked on her report as I looked over a file. Every so often I would check on her to see her progress. I could feel her arousal coating my thighs. The heat radiating off her core. Sometimes she would shift and moan from the sensation of the strap moving inside her. After thirty minutes she had finally finished. I put my file down and leaned forward, moving in her again. Y/N moaned as I rubbed her thigh to calm her and read over her report. I smiled and gripped her thigh a little “thats more like it baby, you do know what to do you just wanted to cookie cut it” Y/N pouted and bratted a little “did not!”. Quickly I smacked her thigh “no ma’am, no more of that” the girl whimpered “s-sorry daddy”. My hips involuntary bucked up, causing me to fuck into her. It was a pure reaction to the honorific falling from her lips. I received a moan from her in return, groaning I whispered in her ear “I could listen to those pretty little sounds all day” Y/N whimpered “please fuck me daddy, I-I can’t wait anymore”

Quickly picking her up I brought her over to the couch, my strap staying buried in her the entire time. I rested her down on the couch, her back hitting the leather cushions. I moan fell from her lips as my cock moved inside of her “oh baby be a good girl and let daddy fuck you hm? I know you’ve been craving this from the second you looked at me”. Y/N whimpered and nodded as I started fucking into her “that’s it, good girl detka”. Quickly grabbing a hold of the leather she moaned “f-fucking hell daddy you’re so big” I laughed a little and kept fucking her “I know darling”. Y/N’s head threw back as her eyes closed, I slapped her tit “ah ah, no little girl, you look daddy in the eyes while she’s fucking you. I want to memorize exactly what you look like when you’re falling apart under me”

Y/N’s eyes shot open again as she watched me, I nodded and slipped my fingers into her mouth, lightly making her gag which in turn made her clench around my strap. She quickly got the understanding to suck and begun swirling her tongue around my fingers. My digits muffling her moans as her teary eyes watched me. I smiled and mocked her “look at you, drooling all over yourself as I fuck your tight little pussy. You look fucking pathetic darling. I’m glad you’re found a better use for that pretty mouth of yours rather than bratting”. At this point she was too busy to complain, to dumb fucked out to argue. Fucking into her harder I groaned “fuck pup you look so pretty like this”. She moaned loud and bucked her hips, I cocked my eyebrow at her “you like that one huh? You want daddy to breed this sweet little pussy? To claim you?”. A babbled yes fell from her mouth around my fingers. I smirked and fucked into her harder “fuck thats my good girl”

Y/N’s legs started to shake, I took my fingers out of her mouth “you ask for permission to cum detka” her moans grew louder “p-please daddy please can I cum?” I groaned and nodded “fuck babygirl cum for me, gonna fill you up, make my cum drip from that pretty little cunt”. I gripped her legs and spread them wider as she came. Fully bottoming out inside her I came with her. Filling her cunt as she screamed a little “h-holy fucking shit daddy!” I laughed as I kissed her cheek “such a good girl for me, now everyone in the office knows who’s screwing you”, Y/N’s face tinted red as I stroked her cheek “it’s okay darling, you’re mine now”

As her breathing slowed I gently pulled out, some of the cum dripping from her cunt as it spilled on the couch. Chuckling I rubbed her thighs “such a messy girl”. I went into my private bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back I kissed her inner thigh “may I dove?”. Y/N nodded all floaty, I melted at her relaxed face and fucked out body. While I cleaned her up I spoke “no more of the bratty attitude okay baby?” Y/N nodded and whispered “okay daddy”. I smiled softly at her and gently put her panties back on and grabbed one of my blankets from my storage ottoman, wrapping her up in it as I picked her up and held her in my arms “that’s my good girl, you can rest now darling”

Y/N cuddled into my neck and closed her eyes. While she dozed off I rubbed some cream on her ass, admiring the indentation of my rings on her red flesh for a few seconds. Kissing her head I sat down and continued to do some of my work, doing my best not to wake the sleeping angel in my lap.

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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slipping and gliding pt. 1

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! semi-public sex, fingering, shower sex, inexperienced reader, shy reader, kissing, pet names (sweetheart)

wordcount: 2053 words

a/n: Yess, finally I’m writing something that’s wlw! I’ve wanted to do this for quite some time, and this is the perfect scenario. Enjoy <3

After a few incredibly stressful weeks, filled with mission after mission, Tony Stark decided that the Avengers needed a little break. So, he did what was every teenagers wet dream. (pun intended)

He rented out a whole water park.

Jup. The whole thing, just for the lot of you.

But you didn’t mind it. You could lounge around, eat for free at the buffet, and when laying in the sun got too hot you could go for a swim or try out the huge slide, which was the highlight of the park.

You, the other girls of the team, and also a few of the other SHIELD agents, like Maria Hill were lounging around, when you suddenly had the urge to go down that huge slide. It just looked like so much fun and you definitely needed an adrenaline rush that was not induced by the possibility of getting killed.

You got up, announced to the group that you would check out the slide and off you were. After a few meters you noticed someone joining you.

When you looked to the side you saw your colleague and good friend Natasha Romanoff falling into step with you.

“You can only use the slide with someone else. There are only swimming rings for two. But I’ll gladly go with you.”, after that the redhead sent you a wink and a smile. Only a small whispered ‘thank you’ left your lips before you looked ahead of you again and got lost in your thoughts.

Did she always look this good? This was the first time you noticed how smooth her hair falls over her shoulder or how beautiful the head looks that sits on that pretty neck. Her skin was flawless, and she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. You could see why she was called the most beautiful Avenger.

Did you feel attracted to Natasha? No, that’s impossible. You’ve never felt something for another woman, nor had something with one and you and Nat were only friends! Why did she suddenly make you feel this way?

It seemed like it was only getting warmer and warmer and you were glad that you were about to go on that slide and get into the icy water.

The two of you were silent on the way up, the stairs seeming to stretch into eternity. But before you could overthink your feelings even more, the two of you arrived at the top and the instructor showed you how to sit down on the swimming ring.

Nat sat down into the first opening, and you sat down in front of her. You both laid down flat and you laid onto her, your head between her boobs and your lower back touched her most intimate parts.

Being this close to her made you feel some kind of way. You didn’t have too much time to think about it though, because in the next moment you were sliding down, and all other thoughts were gone.

You and Nat enjoyed the short but exciting ride, screaming in excitement . You hit the water and felt Natashas body covering yours before she smoothly slid up from you and dived to the surface. You followed after her and when you both resurfaced and made eye contact, you broke out into laughter.

It seemed like everything went back to normal, though you still couldn't get her out of you head and stop your racing mind.

You returned the ring and made you way back to the towels and lounge chairs. Once there you grabbed a towel and a fresh bathing suit.

“I’m going to head to the lockers, I need to put on a dry bathing suit.”, you told Nat before heading to the building where the lockers were. There were also showers and changing rooms inside of it, so all of it was easily accessible.

You entered the building and went to the showers. Putting down your towel and dry change, you were about to take off your bikini when you felt two hands grabbing your waist and turning you around.

You could just make out Nat’s face before she pressed you against the wall and pressed her lips to yours. You let out a surprised gasp before you got lost in her taste, her scent seeming to overwhelm you. She grabbed your waist again and pulled your wet bodies against each other before she grabbed your ass with her free hand. The sudden action made you gasp, and Nat didn’t waste this opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Her hands start to roam your body and you were getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

When you both pulled away, Nat whispered against your lips. “I know you want this too, sweetheart.”

You just nodded, not listening to what she was actually saying. You just wanted, no needed, to feel her lips against yours again. You put one of your hands on the back of her neck and the other one went to her waist.

You pulled her in and connected your lips again. Both your and Nat’s hands were now freely roaming and groping each other. You were sure that the wetness you were feeling did not just come from the pool.

You were kissing a little more before you felt Nat’s thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, stimulating your clit and making you moan into her mouth. She kept on moving her thigh and squeezing your hips, holding you in place. It didn’t take long before you felt Nat’s hand roaming again and wandering towards your middle.

You were quick to catch her wrist, stopping her from going any further. She pulled away and looked at you, puzzled, because she thoughts that’s what you wanted.

“I’m sorry Nat. I haven’t done any of this before.”, you told her while looking at the floor, not daring to look into her eyes that you were sure were filled with anger towards you.

But Nat was having none of it and put a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her understanding and soft gaze.

“You’ve never had sex before? Sweetheart are you a virgin?”, she asked you without a hint of deception in her voice.

“Well, I had sex before, just never with a woman. I guess in that aspect; yea, I’m still a virgin.”, you answered with a sheepish smile and a blush on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good. Trust me.”, she whispered against your lips before she kissed you again and you believed her every word.

She kept pressing her thigh against you and you slowly started to meet her thrusts and grind down on her, slowly gaining more confidence.

Her hands started roaming your body again, while you were still holding onto her neck and waist. Her hand was slowly wandering towards your core again, but before she touched you, she pulled away.

“Is it okay when I touch you here, sweetheart?”, she asked you.

You just nodded before pressing your lips against hers again.

Her hands travelled towards your wet pussy, going under your bikini bottom. You let out a soft gasp when you felt her hand moving between your folds. She tested out the waters by spreading your wetness around, caressing your folds before making contact with your swollen clit.

Feeling her at your sensitive clit made you moan into her mouth. The kiss wasn’t as heated anymore but slowed down felt more intimate. Her thigh stopped pressing against you now that her hand took over.

She removed her hand and pulled away, making you whine and chase her lips.

“Patience, sweetheart.”, were the only words that left her mouth before she opened the strings on your bikini top.

Her thigh went back to your cunt, stimulating you while she started caress your boobs. She slowly traced them with featherlight touches before she went over to straight up groping you. You let out moans and whimpers at the stimulation you were getting both from her thigh and her hands.

Her hands on you felt incredible and you wished you could feel her on you forever. She leaned forwards and started to trail kissed over your boobs and over your sternum. Your hand moved from her neck into her hair when you felt her lips on one of your perked nipples.

She slightly sucked on it and circled her lips around it, just how you imagined she would do it with your clit. The thought of her mouth on your cunt made a new flood of wetness rush to your core.

She repeated the same treatment on your other breast before she completely pulled away.

“How about we take this to the shower?”, she asked you with a smile on her face.

“That sounds good.”, you answered her, but you were quickly left speechless when you saw Nat taking off her black bathing suit.

She was breathtaking. She was always beautiful but seeing her completely bare was something else. The soft curve of her breasts and hips, her toned stomach and legs that seem to go on forever.

She took your hand in hers to lead you to one of the showers and once she turned around you could see a small tattoo adorning her lower back. That simple fact made her seem even more human and vulnerable, the fact that under that beautiful façade was a human being that had gone through so much.

But once she put on the shower and you felt the droplets of water gliding down your bodies all other thoughts were erased from your mind. All that was left was the sight of Natasha under the stream of water, momentarily closing her eyes to feel the warm water.

You joined her under the spray, pressing your lips against hers. She was quick to press you against the wall again, immediately taking over.

The kiss got more intense, and her hand went to your pussy again. She started to slide between your folds and circled your clit, finding a steady rhythm.

Once you’ve gotten used to the feeling of her hand against you, Nat took it a step further. With her middle finger she entered your tight pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. She slowly started to pump her finger in and out of you, slowly adding a second finger while her thumb was stroking your clit, and her other hand was groping your ass. Your hips were moving against her hand and your wet bodies were pressed together, gliding over each other, the steady stream of the water only made it more sensual.

When she added a third finger you could feel the coil in your stomach starting to tighten. Nat could feel you clench around her fingers and started pumping them faster, also adding to the pressure on your clit.

You came with shout that was muffled by Nat’s mouth, while she was gradually becoming slower, helping you through your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, she pulled her fingers out of you and gently cupped your face. She pecked your lips before pulling you completely under the stream of the shower with her. She left for a moment, getting some shower gel that was provided and started washing you, her hands gliding over your body making you all worked up again. She lathered shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you melt into her hands.

Once she was done, you felt the urge to feel her body again, so you gave her the same treatment; gently washing her body and her hair.

Nat pecked your lips once again, before turning off the shower and getting a towel, drying your body and hair before doing the same with herself. Both of you got dressed in some dry clothing.

But before the two of you left the locker area, Nat turned to you.

“How about we cut this little trip short and continue with what we started, sweetheart?”, she asked you, a breathtaking smile on her lips and no shame about her suggestion.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”, you truthfully answered before taking her hand in yours, excited about what she has in store for you, once you were back at the tower.

a/n: i'm thinking about writing a part 2, so please tell me if you's like to see/read one. i hope you liked this, if so please leave some notes, likes, reblogs and comments! feedback is very appreciated!

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invisiblewitchsworld · 20 days

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i don’t understand how someone can be so attractive

#scarlett johansson #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff #avengers #lesbian

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st4r1light · 5 months

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- Your camera roll if you were dating natasha romanoff - ⧗ (PART2, part1 on my account!!)

#wlw #lesbians #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasharomanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natasha romonova #scarlett johansson #natalie rushman #avengers #marvel #blackwidow #black widow x reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 12 days

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Left Behind and Bleeding

Summary: you’ve been feeling forgotten all week when your period shows up you just want to curl up and hide. Will your girlfriends look after you this time?

TW: Angst, periods, being forgotten, anxiety, feeling left out, abandonment issues, self-doubt, mentions of drug use, teasing

Words: 1.2K

A/n: it’s that time of the month when I hit you with another period fic lol. Sorry it’s a bit short. Also … I may be projecting again … maybe hehe.

It had been a bad few days to say the least. To start off you had plans to hang out with Natasha, but she got given a last-minute mission, so you had to postpone. Which would have been fine on its own, but it seemed yo have sparked a pattern.

All week people had been cancelling on you, having some reason or another that seemed valid at the time but looking back made you overthink.

Wanda had some people she needed to visit, and you understood. But everyone seemed to be prioritising other things. Even your mother wasn’t answering your calls. Leading you to believe she was either dead or ignoring you.

On the fourth day of having nobody to hang out with in the usually very busy tower, you were getting fed up.

Your mind had been trying to spin a story that everyone simply didn’t like you. That they would rather hang out with other people and that you really didn’t have anyone in your corner.

Of course, you had been fighting the notion for days now, but it was getting harder to ignore as people continued to have bigger, better things to do without you.

Nat had gotten back from her mission and had immediately gone to do some training and after you caught her watching a movie with Clint. You had moped around your room all afternoon, feeling like you were a B-list avenger at best.

Your mind had convinced you that nobody cared and so you had spent the afternoon crying alone in your room.

When dinner came, it seemed everyone had returned. Something you had not been counting on, so your eyes were still red and puffy when Jarvis announced dinner.

In a panic you threw on some sunglasses in an attempt to keep the others from finding out.

Yet it had simply orchestrated a point of teasing for the whole meal. Everyone wanted to know why you were wearing them, but you kept your head down and tried to seem cheerful.

Sam was trying to convince people that you must have been high, while wanda could practically hear your loud thoughts from the other end of the table. Her and Nat exchanged expressions when you got up from the meal not even halfway through.

Feeling awful you almost cried when you got back to your room to discover your period had started.

Life seemed to be throwing more than a few curveballs at you, it was throwing the full field.

You stuck in a pad and threw on some warm pjs before crawling under the covers and letting a few tears fall while your breathing evened out.

Wanda had finished her dinner around the same time as Natasha had so, they had met up in the kitchen while washing their dishes.

“Wanda?” Nat asked from where she was drying her plate off.

“Yeah?” Wanda asked, her hands covered in suds.

Nat chewed her lip for a second before carefully selecting her words. “Was there … anyone off with Y/n these last few days?” Nat asked.

“I don’t know why?” Wanda said and Nat frowned.

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’ werent you here?” Nat said.

“No? I told you I was visiting friends for a few days.” Wanda said.

“Oh my god.” Nat said feeling bad. “Did we both ditch her for a week?”

“No? I mean surely, she had the others to hang out with. Right?” Wanda said.

“Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms Romanoff what can I do for you?” The AI responded.

“Who in the past week has cancelled plans with Y/n?” Nat asked.

“In the past week I believe each of the avengers have been either ‘too busy’ or had ‘other plans’ to spend time with Ms L/n.” Jarvis said.

“Oh god.” Wanda said. “Jarvis? What has Y/n been doing this past week?”

“Ms L/n has spent most of her time in her room. Either sleeping or crying. She also has been avoiding everyone for the last half of the week.” Jarvis said and Wanda and Natasha’s hearts broke.

“We are the worst girlfriends ever.” Wanda said feeling awful.

“We should go check on her.” Nat agreed and the two of them headed for the lift.

When they stood outside your bedroom door Natasha hesitated for a second.

“What if she doesn’t want to see us?” Nat asked.

“Im sure she will, it’s Y/n. She may be sad but her hearts still twenty-four carat.” Wanda said and Nat nodded and knocked.

When no response came, she gently opened the door. Making out a Y/n shaped lump in the bed she entered and quietly walked over to your side.

Wanda took note of the chocolate wrappers on your bedside table and the hot water bottle you had cuddled up to.

You had seemingly used your powers to heat up the water-bottle and your brow was creased in pain.

“Nat?” Wanda said and Natasha nodded.

“I see.” She said.

Wanda sighed and slipped into bed behind you. Gently playing with your hair as Nat went to search for some pain medicine for you, knowing that you wouldn’t have taken any yet.

Wanda rubbed slow circles on your back and brushed a hand onto your cheek.

“Y/n baby, can you open your eyes for me my love?” Wanda asked softy. You let out a small whimper and Wanda’s heart melted.

“Wands?” You asked in a small voice.

“Yes, baby its me.” She said pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheekbone.

“Hurts.” You said softly and she nodded.

“Natty’s gone to get you some medicine.” Wanda said just as Natasha walked back in with some pills and a glass of water.

“Here you go my sweet girl.” Nat said as wanda helped sit you up, leaning into her side.

Nat passed you the medicine and you took it without protest, telling both girls just how bad you were really feeling.

“I’m sorry we weren’t here my love.” Nat said brushing a curl from your cheek.

“That’s ok. You had important things to do.” You mumbled into Wanda’s chest where you had buried your face.

“Baby girl, nothings more important than you.” Wanda said stroking your hair.

“Why don’t we put on a movie, and you can try and get some sleep ok?” Nat said gently and you nodded, shuffling over to make room for her on the bed.

Wanda used her magic to open the small mini fridge in the room and floated a pint of your favourite icecream and three spoons over.

“I got this for you before I left my love.” Wanda said with a smile passing you a spoon.

Natasha slipped in beside you and Wanda, passing you the remote you put on an episode of Parks and Recreation as you began to eat some icecream and cuddle.

After a few spoonfuls Nat stole the container, Afterall you have been making a mess. There was even icecream on your nose which wanda softly kissed away, making you giggle as you begun doze in the presence of your two amazing girlfriends.

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Into the Woods

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Word Count: 13.6k Warnings: NSFW, smut, a/b/o, alpha!Natasha, omega!Reader, knotting, claiming/biting, g!p Natasha, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blood, violence, Natasha goes by Roman for most of the story... A/N: I’m gonna be honest, I kinda just got this as a prompt on TikTok. It was fantasy au, coffee shop au, and a/b/o wrapped in one. I’m just glad to write for Natasha again, I missed her so much, lol. Thank you and enjoy! <3

The bell over the door rings with a loud jingle as you wipe off the counter. You hardly pay any attention to it at first, opting to continue tidying the bar as you wait for the new customer to take a seat. The morning is still young, although the day is inching toward noon as the sun shone through the windows in bright streaks that allow a wonderful light into the tavern.

After you finish wiping off the table, you smile as you head for the newest customer. You nearly pause when you see her: ginger-haired, green-eyed, smooth-skinned, and leather-clad with a sword on her back. She’s beautiful. Her hair is gathered in two braids that turn into a bun at the back, and it gives you a clear view of her rosy cheeks and plump lips that are painted a subtle red.

Her armor is a collection of steel, leather, furs, and cloth. You can see vague designs on the metal breastplate, black and sleek and slightly shielded by her dark cloak. She sits with a straight back, glancing around the tavern like she is waiting for someone—or something—to jump out at her. When her eyes find yours, you offer your kind smile and approach her. Standing in front of her, separated only by the counter between you, you can see her pretty face a lot clearer. She’s even better up close.

“Hello,” you greet her. She returns your smile, though it’s hardly as big. “You’re a hunter, aren’t you?” you ask, nodding toward the sword on her back.

She nods back, not at all fazed by your inquiry. “Yeah.”

“What are you hunting?” you wonder, fluttering your lashes at her like it will persuade her to tell you. She tells you anyway.

“Wendigo.” She leans in a little, as if she is about to tell you a secret with the smallest smirk. “You don’t happen to know where I could find one, huh?”

You shake your head and join in, leaning over the bar as well. From this close, her scent is more definite, not as contaminated by the many smells around the building. It’s strong, rich in the way that it swirls around your senses and momentarily halts your thoughts. It’s an easy scent to distinguish.

“No,” you finally answer. “I’m just a humble witch.” You introduce yourself, jutting your chin out just a little, as if to staple the name in her mind.

Her smirk widens just a tad before she’s leaning away again. “Well, in that case, keep a lookout for me.”

You almost miss the closeness, being able to spot the freckles on her face that so lightly spot her nose. “Will do.” Your mind clears of the slight haze of her scent, and you think back to the creature she’d spoken of: the wendigo.

“This is ‘cause of that boy who wandered into the woods a ways over, right?” you recall. In villages like this and that one, news like that travels quickly for information and warnings. A little boy, no more than ten, wandered off into the woods after dark. The parents had sent a search party as soon as they realized he was gone, and he turned up dead with patches of flesh eaten up and a couple of missing limbs. That village is not too far, either. A day’s walk, maybe. A little less on a horse.

The woman nods, her smirk fading slightly. “Yeah.”

“Poor kid,” you sigh. “They buried him a couple days ago, I heard.”

“Tracked the thing back here.” She lets out a sigh, “I need to speak with the leader of this place. Do you know where to find them, little witch?”

You shrug a shoulder, shifting your weight to your other leg. “There’s no real ‘leader’ here. We’ve got elders, and we’ve got our advisers.”

“Oh, yeah?” she wonders, raising a brow to allow some humor back into the steady flow of conversation. “You one of them?”

You shrug again, grinning back at her. “Not officially, but everyone knows everyone. I’m the healer, and I keep the dangers away. They’ll listen to me. What d’you need?”

She thinks for a moment, “A curfew, especially for the little ones. People need to be inside by nightfall, and, if you have to, no one should be out alone.”

You let her words sink in with a nod, agreeing to her terms easily. “I can talk to people and get the word around.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries…” you grant her another smile, changing the mood a little bit. It takes you a moment to realize why she had entered the tavern in the first place. “In the meantime,” you begin with a soft sigh, “what can I get you?”

“Coffee, black,” she responds flatly. “And some sweetbread. Please.”

“Will do. What’s your name?”

“Roman.”

Your eyes widen slightly, your lips curling in a smile once again at the name. “Oh?” you wonder, leaning onto the counter with crossed arms as you give her a curious look. “As in the great huntress, Roman?”

She smiles, laughing lightly as she glances down at the table and then back up to you. “I’d be a great huntress, even if I weren’t her, little mage.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, straightening your spine again. “Oh, I’m sure,” you shake your head with a light chuckle, chewing on your bottom lip in thought. “I’ll get that sweetbread right to you, your greatness.” You do a silly bow, just for the dramatics, before turning to get her request. She chuckles and nods toward your antics.

It does not take long for you to return with her plain coffee and bread. You set it down in front of her before she’s slipping her shiny coins across the counter. You take it and slip it into the pocket of your apron with a small thanks.

“Will you be coming round again?” you ask, finding yourself hoping a little too much that her answer is yes. You think she senses this as she sends you a sly smirk, bringing her cup to her lips to take a sip of the hot liquid. She takes her sweet time about it, too.

“Maybe,” is all she replies with.

You raise a brow at her and tap your fingers on the wood before giving her a gentle goodbye as you hear the bell over the door ringing again. “I’m looking forward to it. Good hunting.”

Night comes and the tavern is filled to the brim with patrons. There are the ones who come every night for the drinks and the folk songs. There are the town bards—the Moselyn Twins—who collect coins for their good music. There happens to be a birthday, front and center and the attention celebration—though the special attention happens to be placed on the cake you had been asked to bake for the occasion.

Another ring of the bell alerts you to another customer. You smile toward the door as you separate from the pair you had been talking to beforehand.

At first, all you see is a single customer walking by themselves against the advisory. Then, you realize that it's the scary wendigo-hunting redhead who came by that morning, still clad in armor with her hair in its braided bun. She has been walking around town since she arrived, questioning the people about anything strange or suspicious. She's staying at the inn, the small building with a few decent sized rooms. The village doesn't get many passersby, and whoever comes through is usually friends or family visiting, but they stay with the person they were visiting.

Roman looks around the tavern, unimpressed and almost annoyed by the amount of people here. She makes her way toward the bar, ignoring the curious glances she receives. Everyone in town has heard by now about the huntress, especially the one said to be one of the world's greatest. They mean well, but prying eyes are prying eyes.

Roman comes to a stop in front of you, unamused by your large grin. She set her hand on the table, still gloved in black leather. “Didn't I say something about a curfew?" she asks, tilting her head.

You mirror her, raising your brows as you get ready to speak. “Technically,” you begin with a shrug, “they're all inside and in packs. Nothing to worry about. And, besides, this is probably the safest place in the entire village.”

After a moment, she finally breaks and lets a small laugh escape her. She shakes her head, sitting down on the stool. “I heard there's only one pub in town,” she says, removing her gloves and dropping them on the counter.

You instinctively pick them up, feeling the material as you answer her with a nod, your fingers running over the knuckles, “It's mostly a bakery during the day, becomes a pub at night. It's a small place, no space for a bakery and a pub."

“I see," she smiles.

You set the gloves back down and grab a cup from under the bar and set it down. “What would you like?"

“Rum."

You scoff, grabbing a pitcher from behind you and beginning to pour her cup. “That's boring, but alright," you mutter.

“Boring?" she questions.

“Yeah." You lean over the counter, tilting your head at her. You slide the cup over, raising a playful brow with a silent challenge. “Boring."

She takes the cup, drawing a long sip from it and considering your words. She sets it down, licking her lips. She nods her head toward you, “What would you get?"

You shrug, “It's off menu and expensive. I brew it myself."

She chuckles again and you watch her tongue dart out to wet her bottom lip once more before her teeth sink into it for just a moment. When she pulls it free, it flushes with blood as her lips move to form words. “I've got money," she says, “And bravery. You tryna poison me?"

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn to find the bottle sitting along the shelves behind you. You pick it out. “You wish," you shake your head. “That would mean I actually thought you were dangerous."

She raises a brow, intrigued, “You don't?"

You set the heavy bottle on the counter with a loud clunk. The purple liquid sloshes around, lapping at the insides of the glass as you look up to the ceiling to think about your response. “I think," you look at her, “you do dangerous things."

She shifts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes. “Don't dangerous things create dangerous people?"

You shake your head, pulling the cork from the bottle with a forceful tug. “Dangerous things create dangerous lives. But not all people in those lives become dangerous people,” you explain, grabbing another cup from under the bar.

She watches you pour the dark liquor into the cup with a hum. When you pass it to her, she takes it and examines it first. She brings it to her nose, sniffs the aroma she has trouble distinguishing. She takes a tentative sip, considers it, then takes another. She sets the cup down with a hum.

You raise a brow.

She nods. “Spicy," she comments. Her brows furrow, “but also fruity?"

You smile at her observation, taking the neck of the bottle and leaning the lip toward your nose. You take a whiff of it, “I use many spices for the flavor—ginger, cinnamon—and I don't use sweeter fruits to keep the…fire."

She takes another sip, savoring it for a moment before she nods once more. “It's good."

Your smile is more than proud, almost cocky as you enjoy the swell of accomplishment in your chest. “I know."

She raises her brows, “Do you?"

You nod definitely. “I'm very confident in my brewery skills."

“I can see," she replies, chuckling into her cup.

You decide to pour yourself your own cup, taking a stool hidden under the bar to sit down in front of her. You make yourself comfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of Roman, the way she watches you every move, as if she’s expecting you to jump out and try to attack her, catch her off guard with some sudden attack that you’re sure she could easily counter.

“So,” you sigh after taking your first sip, “have you found the wendigo?”

She shakes her head, “They only hunt at night, near impossible to find during the day.” She shrugs, “Besides, if I had, I would be gone already.”

You tilt your head, “All business, no pleasure?” You lean forward a little, just enough to be clouded by her strong scent once more.

“My business is my pleasure.” She answers you with a smirk, allowing herself to relax as she leans forward into your space, as well.

Your body shifts when you chuckle, “Boring.”

“So I’m still boring.” She doesn’t say it as a question, she just points it out with a sigh meant to feign disappointment.

You nod at her, fighting the urge to reach out and gently shove her shoulder just for the chance to finally make physical contact with her, even if your hand would only meet leather and cloth. “There’s always room for pleasure outside of business, huntress.”

She raises a brow, “Is there?”

“Of course.”

She leans impossibly close, still not touching you. You can feel her breath over your face as the look that flashes across her face is complete charm. “And what pleasure would you suggest, omega?”

You still, frozen in place by the word she’d decided to use. You stare at her, your brain a fuzzy mess to sort through as you catch up to yourself. She knows all too well what she’s doing if the look in her eyes is anything to go by.

You recover quickly, shaking off the shock as you straighten up again in your stool. “Come by my home at first light, the cottage near to the trees and the old barn,” you say. She’s nearly surprised by your words, your tone, but she’s good at hiding it. “I can show you myself,” you offer a small smirk.

She tilts her head to one side, raising a brow as the curl of her lip deepens. “Oh?” her raspy voice, still quiet and challenging, beckons you.

“Yes,” you nod.

She narrows her eyes, feigned suspicion at your offer. “Is it some trick?” She leans forward. “Will you spell me and use me as a sacrifice for your dark sorcery?”

You take your cup and swirl it a couple of times, considering it. “Would that scare you?” you finally ask after a long pause, taking a drink from your cup.

She leans back again, watching you head on. “You want to scare me?”

You shake your head, setting your cup down and feeling the spice burn down your throat in that pleasant way. You sigh, looking back at her. “I want to prove you’re not dangerous.”

Roman’s lips part, and the look in her eyes shifts from that confident, charming gaze into an intrigued expression that comes from finding a new, peculiar puzzle to solve. Her face relaxes a split second after the look appears, and she is once again a mask of stony wile.

“Good luck,” she simply says. She picks up her cup and swings her head back, downing the rest of her drink with an ease that nearly astounds you. She slams her cup down on the counter, looking you dead in the eye and holding the contact.

You pick up your own cup and do the same, setting your cup down with a clutter as the liquor burns down your throat like a blazing fire. She just smiles at you, reaching in a pocket and grabbing a small pouch as she leaves behind a few coins for you.

She retrieves her gloves, slips them back onto her hands, and winks at you. “First light,” she confirms. Then she turns on her heel and leaves without sparing you an over-the-shoulder glance.

You don’t allow yourself to melt into a flustered mess when she’s out of sight. Instead, you pick up the cups and wipe off the counters as you calm your beating heart.

The huntress observes the cottage before taking another step toward it. It’s decently sized, fitting for the small village you live in. Made of dark wood, parts of it are overgrown with moss and vines and leaves. Flowers bloom from some parts of the growth, along the vines that curl around the poles holding up the roof to the porch.

It’s still hardly dawn, but the sun has made first light and the world is beginning to awaken once more. She can see the flickers of candles through the windows, emitting a golden light foreshadowing the warmth that awaits inside.

She approaches the home, taking in the bushes practically surrounding it with different herbs or flowers. Stepping onto the porch, she raises her fist and raps on the door with a few resounding knocks.

She doesn’t hear the voice coming from inside, turning her head in the direction of the sound that says, “Around back.”

Roman steps off the porch and walks along the side, then a little more toward the back where the eastern side of the house faces the forest. There you are, sitting on the stool out in the grass, bathing in whatever light of the golden sun seeps through the forest trees. You look surreal like this, carving into some wood held firmly in your hand. Taking a few steps closer, she can see you carving a bird. It looks like you’re almost finished.

You don’t look at her as you speak, instead tilting your head to the side with a smile set into your lips. “You came.”

She nods, “I did.”

You bring the carving to your face, blowing away from scraping. Roman watches them fly through the air before descending in a gentle rain to the forest ground. You finish up the last touches of your bird before standing. “Give me a moment, and we can get started.”

You walk onto the back porch, grabbing some twine from a little table and looping it through the hoop on the bird’s back. Then you hang it up to the roof to join the other carvings, an array of birds and windchimes.

When you finally look at her, you take in the sight. She’s still in her armor, but it is no longer as layered as it had been before with all that leather and metal and cloth. Instead, she’s wearing her long, dark robes and thick leather. The only metal she’s wearing now is the breastplate that protects her chest.

You can see the designs a little clearer, now that it isn’t shrouded by extra layers of protection. They're like tendrils marked along the armor, they’re like webs. In the middle of the breastplate is an hourglass, the warning of the black widow and its deadly bite.

You open the back door and step into the house, making your way through to the front door, which you lock after setting out your busy sign to let everyone know you would be gone and grabbing your own cloak. You grab your courier and step back outside here Roman is waiting for you.

Her back is turned toward you as she faces the mouth of the forest. You can see her cloak a lot better, decorated with silvery spider webs that you can see glint slightly in the morning light. She’s still got her sword thrown over her back in its harness, which matches the web pattern of her cloak. She turns when she hears the door close.

“Let’s go,” you announce with a smile, walking off of the porch and passing her.

“Where?”

You look over your shoulder, chuckling as you motion for her to come. “Just follow me,” you tell her. She hesitates for a moment, and you roll your eyes, walking back and grasping her hand tight to pull her with you toward the trees.

She walks, but only because your grip is tight. “You shouldn’t go in there,” she begins to argue, entirely unamused as her voice laces with a warning. If you didn’t know better, you would say she was worried.

You shake your head, continuing to drag her. “You said the wendigo only hunts at night, and I have magic. We’ll be fine.”

She sighs, another warning waiting on her tongue. “Witch–”

“Come on!” you urge, tugging on her arm until she walks more willingly with you. She watches your insistence turn to glee when she finally relents and walks by you into the forest that engulfs you in trees and wonderful growth.

You start your trek, climbing over logs and patches of plants you would never step on. There's a familiar path you follow as Roman walks cautiously behind you. At first, her gaze was fixated on you and any slight noise that threatened to disrupt the eerie peace of the forest.

But then, she is drawn in by the serenity surrounding her. The gentle calls of birds in the trees, the ordinary and the unusual plants that pass by her, the signs of life translated through desire paths and nests and little footprints entice her.

You both walk for a while, just looking around at everything. You stop and show her different plants, educating her on some things and allowing her to educate you on others. You stop by your usual destinations, nests you’ve helped build, animals who have begun to recognize and accept your presence. At some point, you stop to snack by the river, where you collect some more water on the way, using your magic to filter it.

She helps you collect some of the plants you’ve been needing to restock on, herbs and spices for both your home and the tavern. You tell her stories about the town and the people who reside in it. She listens carefully and seems to take interest in the slightly mundane lifestyle of your little village.

You manage to coax a couple of stories out of her. She tells you about some of her previous hunts, about her closest friend who sometimes hunts with her. She tells you about some of her friends who live all over, friends who she’s supposed to meet at a get-together after the next full moon. There is a captain who serves on the king’s order, a war hero. There is an associate of the king, who happens to have made a few of the weaponry Roman carries with her. She promises to convince him to make a dagger for you the next time she sees him. You watch as she smiles a little more while talking about them, especially when she mentions her sister, also a well-known huntress.

Most of these people happen to be names you’ve heard of, well-known people who you’d have to pay a lot of money to be in the same room as. To know that she has such connections is astounding to you, and you enjoy listening her talk about it—even if it does make your humble story about how one of the farmers’ troublesome twins let all the pigs out of the stables and made the whole village spend the day trying to round them up seem boring.

You catch her off guard when you grab her hand, pulling her down as you kneel in front of a patch of flowers with a quiet, “Come here." The arrangement feels specific to her as she takes in the sight of these rose-like plants. The petals are iridescent, a mixture of black and red and purple with long dark stems and leaves that are bigger than the flower itself.

Roman reaches out and strokes a dark leaf, tilting her head to examine it. “Hapelite?" she wonders, glancing at you with furrowed brows. Hapelite was a magical drug, often sold in shady taverns or brothels.

She watches your face shift, annoyance etching itself into your expression as you sigh gently. You take a flower into your hand, petting its soft petals and stroking its leaves.

“Its actual names are Joy's Flutter or Healer's Root," you tell her with the roll of your eyes. “The name was changed when some charlatan smoked its roots and started using it for ecstasy."

You grab your bag, opening it to pull out a pair of scissors and a tiny shovel that looks more like a teaspoon. They're all too specific as the blades slant downwards toward the middle. You position the scissors near the bottom of the plant and cut the stem in a long angle. With the shovel, you carefully dig around the bottom of the stem to uproot the rest of the flower without disturbing the actual roots.

You do it with a skill that leaves Roman mesmerized. She watches as you take the flower in your hand and carefully open the bud just enough to reveal some of the pistil. Gently shaking it, some of the pollen hidden inside showers back to the ground where you'd just pulled the roots.

You present the flower and the root to her. "You take a petal—the darker, the better—and set it on your tongue like this." Picking out the darkest petal, you hold it up to Roman. She considers for a moment before opening her mouth, giving you space to set the petal on her tongue. Gooseflesh rises upon her skin when your fingertips brush the bottom of her jaw, easing it closed with steady hands. She's nearly embarrassed that she almost leans into your gentle touch.

"Just like that," you whisper, watching her gaze back at your face as she sits still, not daring to move a finger for fear of breaking the moment between you. Your eyes scan her face in silence for a little longer than you mean to, relishing the sounds of the forest and the privilege of being so close to her face.

After a moment, you see Roman's eyes flutter. Her jaw ticks as a long sigh passes through her nose. You smile a little, watching her face shift as the petal melts on her tongue.

When you speak again, your voice is just as soft. “Joy's Flutter is what it's called when you're using it as a…a sort of stimulant. Its petals hold chemicals in it that help to generate feelings of happiness."

You linger there for a moment as she opens her green eyes again, and you watch the jade green you'd delved into too many times shift into a darker green that matches the color of the stem and its leaves.

You lick your lips and regretfully pull away, holding up the root end of the second half of the stem. “When a person is injured, the root and the petals together help to soothe the pain. It doesn't numb like most herbs, and it staves infection."

You grab two boxes from your bag next, a bag that Roman is beginning to realize is enchanted, and set the root and the flower in different ones to keep them separated. “The root itself, which is then used as hapelite, is too potent. That hinders the senses, from obscured mental states to complete temporary paralysis and numbness.

“This flower is not naturally addictive, but it can become addictive to certain mental and emotional states: people with depression, nymphomaniacs, states of being that cause a person to desperately need a sense of joy or pleasure."

After your explanations, you retrieve your tools and begin cutting more of the plants to add to your boxes with deft hands. "Are they addictive to you?" Roman teases, raising a brow as she licks her lips, tasting the last specks of the petal on her tongue after it has dissolved.

You shake your head with a chuckle, “No. I'm fulfilled enough."

She echoes your laugh before standing again to examine the rest of the area out of curiosity more than the need to be hyper aware of her surroundings. She finds that she trusts your instincts of the forest.

“Did you grow them?"

You shake your head, almost laughing in response to her inquiry. “No. It takes years and years of mastery before you can successfully grow these. I'm not quite there yet," you explain. “But they do grow in the wild in places like these, but only for a number of days after very specific sequences of events."

“What kind of events?"

You think for a moment. “Lunar Rain–"

“Lunar Rain?"

“Witch speak. It's just rain that comes during or after a full moon. It moisturizes the soil with natural magic. The soil also needs to be sprinkled with the pollen from the flower beforehand into the ground in place of seeds. If it begins to sprout, it has to be nurtured with a drop of joyful tears every other day.

“That's not even half of it. It requires so much maintenance, constant tending to. And it takes at least a month before it even begins to sprout, so you don't know if it's even growing or if you're just treating the ground like royalty. I don't have the time or the skill for it yet."

She chuckles lightly once more as you finish up. You leave plenty of flowers behind—you hadn't even taken half of the plentiful supply—as you pack your things back up and put them in your bag.

You give a final sigh and smile. “Come on." You start to walk off with Roman in tow before she's finally walking beside you again.

“This is your idea of pleasure?" she asks, her voice teasing.

“What were you expecting?" You look at her with a raised brow, holding a smirk. You chance a step forward into her space for half a moment just to whisper your suggestion in her ear before putting a little more space between you once more. “Sex?"

She laughs, "The thought had crossed my mind."

You join her laughter, shaking your head before you speak again. “There are more pleasures in this world than just sex," you tell her, watching the ground under your feet as you step over twigs and trails of pawprints. “I'm a witch. I'm drawn to nature." You look at her, “You're a hunter…you should be, too."

Her eyes lock onto yours, staring for a moment. You watch her lip curl into a smile before she's walking again, taking off like she's in pursuit.

“Where are you going?" you pick up the pace, struggling to keep up with her now as she darts away with ease.

“Follow me," she simply instructs, going back to snatch up your hand when you struggle to do so. She pulls you with her, her eyes trained on the ground and the trees around you as she follows something. What? You have no idea.

Her eyes scan the ground. She kneels a couple of times to feel the ground, feeling the dirt and grass under her fingertips and rubbing them together. She turns to some trees and lays her hand against the bark with closed eyes.

Her focus is sharp, her face etched in hard concentration. She never lets your hand go for a second, keeping you in a vice grip that you remain constantly aware of.

Eventually, you both step out into a meadow, full of green grass and wild flowers of all sorts of colors. She let go of your hand then, and you hate to admit that you miss the warmth of her touch. She walks farther into the small field and crouches low to the ground, removing her black gloves and slipping them into a pocket. Her eyes are trained on something you cannot see, but you can feel it. A shift in the air, a specific type of twinkle lingers in your bones.

She holds her hand out in front of her, her palm facing away. Then she makes a clicking noise, slow and soft. It resounds gently around the meadow as you tilt your head curiously.

Then, out of the trees, you watch a horse emerge from the brush. It’s tall, slightly taller than a regular horse. The horse’s copper coat is nearly as red as Roman’s hair, except its mane is almost white as it forms a curtain along its neck. It’s slow, taking cautious steps toward the huntress who beckons it.

When it eventually approaches Roman, who moves slowly and surely to get to her feet, she sets her hand atop its muzzle. She lingers there for a moment, allowing the creature to beckon familiar first before she gently strokes it there. She turns back to you, offering a small smile as she watches you stare at the creature with wondrous enchantment in your gaze.

“Come here,” she beckons you as softly as she had the horse. You obey with tentative steps until you're standing next to her. She pulls you in front of her, grabbing her hand once more in her own. You hold your breath at the closeness, the way she presses her body against yours and guides you carefully. “Set your hand here,” she directs quietly.

She sets your hand on the muzzle like she had done before, and your breath hitches at the feeling of this creature’s magic. You wonder if she can feel it like you can, pure and ethereal.

Roman’s lips are right next to your ear as she speaks, still whispering in that raspy tone of hers. “This is a sylvequi,” she begins. “They’re very rare, but they usually only appear in forests that are capable of growing Joy’s Flutter; it’s a source of food for them.”

She slowly guides your hand to stroke the horse’s muzzle, taking the opportunity to breathe in your scent. It swirls around her, invades her senses in the most wonderful way. “Unicorns aren’t real, but they’re inspired by these beautiful mares. They grant wishes to people they feel deserve them. They only have three to give. Once the last wish is used, they give birth to a new sylvequi. Then they lose their magical ability and begin to age, and eventually they die.”

You gaze at the creature, your mind clouded by Roman’s intoxicating scent and the horse’s magic. So many things going on at one time—it felt—makes your head spin a little. You breathe a gentle sigh, “She’s beautiful.”

Roman nods over your shoulder, “Yeah, she is.” Her hand releases yours to shift some of the horse’s mane from her face, allowing you a clearer view of her face. Under its left eye, you could see two little markings, like dark dots lining the under eye. “She’s already given a wish.”

You continue to pet her, giggling a little when she takes a step closer to you, pushing her muzzle against you in the process. Roman gazes at the horse, looking her in the eye as if they were communicating. Then she leaves you, and, once again, you miss her warmth. She slowly walks to the side, placing a hand on her back and patting her a couple of times before she skillfully mounts her with ease.

You look at her as she holds her hand out to you. “She’s all ready to go,” she said.

You offer a gentle smile to the horse before walking over to Roman, taking her offered hand and allowing her to help you mount the horse as well. You get on behind her, wrapping your arms securely around her waist to ensure you don't slide off.

Roman strokes her hand along the back of the horse’s neck, easing her with little shushes before she clicks her tongue after taking a hold of her mane. She begins walking, taking a few cautious steps before she’s found a steady pace to stroll at.

“Have you ever made a wish?” you wonder, leaning your chin on her shoulder. You’re smiling at her, almost teasing as you bob your brows.

She glances back at you with her own smile before shaking her head. “I’ve never been worthy,” she confesses. Then she shrugs the shoulder you aren’t leaning on and hums, “Granted, I’ve never asked.”

You hum as well, leaning forward a little more as her body easily supports you. The sylvequi’s head bobs as she huffs and gives a little prance. Roman chuckles before her hand lands on yours clasped on her belly. “Hold on tight.”

“Why–” Before you can get the words out, she breaks into a sprint. Wind whips past you as she starts out fast, building in speed to race through the forest in a delightful run. Your arms tighten around Roman, almost constrictive in order to make sure you aren’t thrown off. She’s fast, way faster than any horse you’d ever seen.

The pace is exhilarating, pulling excited laughter from you as you relish in the amusement of the ride. Roman glances at you over her shoulder, more than pleased by your pleasure. The sylvequi continues her sprint, the steady clop, clop of her hooves against the forest ground creating the perfect ambiance.

A fair amount of time passes before she begins to slow, reducing her speed to a gentle trot once more to carry you more through the vast forest. Roman’s scent wafts around you, filling your brain and clouding it indefinitely. It’s harder to focus now that it’s so strong, and you lean against her in an attempt to indulge in it.

She glances at you, gently patting your hands still wrapped around her. “You okay back there, little mage?” she asks, her eyes flitting over your calm face.

You nod, mutter your response with closed eyes as a twinge of fatigue begins to set in. “Fine.” She chuckles gently, shaking her head as she and the sylvequi enjoy the peace and quiet of the forest.

By the time you’re roused by Roman, you have no idea how long it’s been. You sit up, taking in a deep breath as you look at her. “Come on. We’ll get off here,” she says. “We have about an hour before it’ll start getting dark.”

She swings her leg over the side and lands gracefully on her feet, offering her hand to you so she can help you down. You stretch when you’re standing again as Roman lays her hand on the horse’s muzzle again. “Thanks for the ride,” she mumbles, stepping away.

You reach into your bag and pull out one of the boxes from before, taking a hold of a flower bud from your pick of Joy’s Flutter. You offer it to her, and she gladly feeds from your hand with a gentle huff. As she finishes, you stroke down her muzzle once more before joining Roman’s side.

She considers you both for a moment before she turns and leaves you be, back to her own business in the deep forest. When she’s out of sight, you take a look around to see where you were. Once you recognize the familiar area, you start walking until you reach the river that leads into town.

You stop, kneeling down as you pull off your bag. “What are you doing?” Roman asks, stopping next to you.

“We should eat here before we get back. We’ve got plenty of time. It’s a twenty minute’s walk from here,” you tell her, pulling a blanket out of your bag and laying it flat. You look up at her expectantly. “Well?”

She considers it for a moment before granting you a sigh and sitting down in front of you, setting her sword down next to her. You smile, pulling out two wrapped up sandwiches you had prepared beforehand, along with a couple of apples and a leather pouch carrying some fresh water. You offer her the food you’d packed, and she accepts.

You both sit and eat and enjoy the other’s company, perfectly content with the stillness of the trees around you. It’s calm, comfortable. You dare to think it’s perfect. You could easily see yourself doing this again, with her. How perfect it would be to spend your life like this. With her.

Roman doesn’t let you stay there long, though. After you’ve finished eating, she stands and helps you gather everything to put back in your enchanted bag. She retrieves her sword once more, securing it around her back. You start the trek back.

You could already feel the change in the forest as the sun begins to make its descent. You’re roughly ten minutes from the village when the sun finally disappears. The moon is bright tonight, a waxing quarter that grants enough light for you to see as you make your way through the wood.

You come to an abrupt halt when Roman holds her hand out in front of you, stilling completely. “Wait,” she orders, looking around her darkened surroundings with a vigilance that impresses you.

“What?”

“Shh.”

“I–”

Her gloved hand clasps over your mouth, keeping you silent as she tries to listen. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you look around as well. You hear the sound of a snapping twig, rustling in the leaves around you. You swear you hear the faintest giggles of strange creatures and tilt your head curiously.

Roman’s voice is a whisper when she speaks again, her face a cold mask as she reaches behind her and draws her sword slowly. “Get behind me,” she says. There’s no room for argument, but that doesn’t stop you.

“I can protect myself,” you whisper back.

“Now.”

She growls the word, turning to you with hard eyes and bared teeth. Your argument dissolves into compliance as you do as you’re told, tucking yourself behind her as she uses her body as a shield from whatever was surrounding you.

You both listen to the sounds of a disturbed forest as the tension rises. Then, out of the brush, small little creatures start crawling out of the bushes on four legs. They’re small, just about at the level of your knees. It starts out as just a few—maybe three or four—before it starts growing in numbers closer to ten or fifteen. It looks like a possum, with big beady eyes and long muzzles that almost look like beaks. For a moment, you think it’s cute, harmless.

But then you realize what they are.

You hold your breath, opening one hand and thinking of the first offensive spell that comes to mind as you watch the boggarts begin to change. Their beak-like noses become sharp as their teeth turn to fangs. The reflective pupils of their eyes turn to slants of hideous eyes full of malicious intent. Its paws become sharp claws meant for ripping flesh as its tail grows into a snake-like limb. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you watch them grow, from the height of your knee to the height of your waist. What was once almost cute was now a monstrous creature ready to kill.

“Oh, shit.”

They charge. Roman swings her sword just as you chant an ancient word that sends one of the ugly creatures flying away. They chatter with horrible snarls as they wrap around your feet and try to trip, attempting to get their jaws around you to break the skin.

You’re holding them off well enough as Roman defends. She moves swiftly, bringing her sword down on these creatures with ease as it slices and cuts and rips these creatures apart. They continue charging for her, the bigger threat who needs to be put down. It doesn’t deter her. She deals with them with ease until they’re all dead at her feet.

Roman’s breath is heavy as she holds her sword out, straightening up once more and turning to you. She wraps an arm around your body to bring you close, looking over you with more concern than you initially expected.

“Are you alright?” she asks quickly.

You nod, “Yeah. A couple scratches, but I’m fine.” She takes in your response with a relieved sigh and a nod. Once you know she’s accepted your answer, you begin to walk away to get back to the village. You’ve barely taken a step before she’s stopped you again.

“No, wait,” she says. “There’s always a mother.”

You look past her as you catch onto something, your eyes widening at the beast stepping out of the trees. It’s huge, nearly Roman’s height with bared teeth and soulless eyes. You take a step back, “I think I found her.”

She turns around and raises her sword again as the beast of a creature charges at her. She doesn’t risk it, pushing you back to get you away from the fight. You stumble a little, catching yourself on the ground as you watch her defend you.

The way she fights is almost like a dance. Despite everything, she’s swift and ruthless, as lethal as the sword and as strong as the thumping of your beating heart.

It’s hard to keep up with it, everything is moving too fast for you to comprehend. All you know is that you eventually hear the sickening sound of Roman driving her sword into the heart of the boggart with a loud grunt.

She lingers there for a moment, catching her breath before she’s twisting the blade for good measure. She steps away, unsheathing her sword from the mother and wiping the blood onto the fur and scales of the lifeless beast. Returning the sword to its sheath, she turns to you with heavy breath and holds out her hand. You grab it as she helps you up.

Her gaze is dark, and she’s got blood on her clothes now. When she lets go of your hand, you can feel the sticky crimson liquid on your fingers. You wipe yourself down, finding her gaze still trained intensely on you as she takes a step into your space. She’s so close to you now, peering at you with eyes dark as the night sky. When she speaks, her voice is rough and still heavy with breathlessness.

“Still think I’m not dangerous?”

You don’t respond, caught up in the look she’s giving you as it renders you speechless. Your mind is muddled again as she puts her hand on the waist and guides you with her as she continues walking back to the village.

When you break through the trees and find yourself in the backyard of your cottage, you’ve come back to your senses. You turn back to her and chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head. “I’m fine,” she says. “Go home. I’ve got a wendigo to hunt.”

You grant her a concerned look, frowning deeply at her words. “Shouldn’t you rest first?”

She shakes her head again, giving you a half-hearted smile in an attempt to ease your nerves. “I’ll be fine.” She pulls you closer to the house, bringing you up the back porch and stopping at the door. “Go inside, stay inside. Have some tea or read a book or something. Relax.”

You sigh, still refusing to give in so easily as you worry about her well-being out there alone. “I can help you against the wendigo,” you offer. “I’m not helpless.”

She sighs gently, her smile coming a little more genuinely as she cups your face. Her eyes gaze into yours, and you find your focus wavering for a split second. “That’s very sweet,” she mutters. “But I’d feel better if you were here,” she drops her hands from your face and takes a step back, “where it’s safe in your spell protected home.”

You huff out a frustrated breath. “Roman, I–”

“My name is Natasha,” she interrupts, tilting her head. “Roman is my last name, Romanoff.”

You fall silent, taking in her confession. You look back at her, taking in the way she looks back at you. Her eyes are filled with a strange kind of concern, a tenderness you would have least expected coming from a self-proclaimed dangerous huntress who just killed an entire pack of boggart and is now going after a flesh-eating wendigo.

You consider her for a moment and let out a regretful sigh as you shake your head. “Okay,” you mumble. “I’ll stay here.”

She smiles, grabbing your hands, just to feel them. “Thank you.”

“If.”

“Oh, gods,” she rolls her eyes.

“If you take this with you.” You step away from her, turning around to open your door to go inside. She stands there with a sigh and waits until you reemerge with what looks like a bracelet. It’s a stone wrapped in twine, purple and dull but with a simple kind of beauty.

You step behind her, tying the stone at the base of her braid to make sure it’s secure. “It’s a protection charm,” you tell her, stepping back into view.

She reaches back to feel the rock under her fingertips before looking back at you with a gratitude that makes your chest swell. “Thank you.”

She lingers for a moment, watching you like she’s mapping out your face, like she’s preparing in case that she doesn’t come back. Then she turns around and begins to walk away. She’s only just stepped off the porch when you call to her.

“Natasha.”

She turns, “Yeah?”

You bite your lip before you blurt out a response. “Don’t die.”

She flashes you a smile, a huge smirk that has confidence written all over it. She winks at you with a promise you intend to hold her to.

“I won’t.”

You jolt awake when a repetitive pound thunders through the cottage. You move into autopilot instantly, not wasting any time in waking up as you reach for the dagger under your pillow. Unsheathing it, you bolt out of bed and head for the back door with swift, silent feet.

You set your hand on the doorknob and hold your breath before swinging it open with your brandished dagger. A wave of relief washes over you for just a moment when you see Roman—Natasha—on the other side of the door.

You let out a breath, taking in the sight of her. “Natasha?" you whisper. She's fully armored again, her hair is slightly disheveled. Then you notice the blood, and your relief washes away in sharp vigilance. She's hunched over, holding her side with a blood-stained face. Then you notice the awful tear in her armor along her arm.

She tries to offer a smile. “Do you have nillow weed?"

You step out and tuck yourself into her side, supporting some of her body weight with your arm held under her. “Come in, come in," you urge, helping her inside the house as you close the door behind you.

You ease her down onto the sofa before bounding toward your kitchen. You ruffle through the cabinets, grabbing a selection of herbs and potions that you bring back to the small living room. You drop them onto the table, kneeling down and snatching up the pestle and mortar already sitting on there.

“What part of ‘don't die' did you not understand?" you mutter under your breath, shaking your head and letting out a heavy sigh as you start measuring the herbs into the bowl.

“Technically," she begins, trying to sit up with a painful groan, “I didn't die."

“Technically," you bite back, looking up at her in the middle of crushing the mixture together, “this could kill you." You motion to her arm with your pestle.

You start adding the oils into the mixture to form a paste as she chuckles roughly. You shake your head, setting your tools down and wiping your hands together.

“Greatest huntress, my ass," you grumble. You sidle next to her on the sofa, painstakingly removing her armor, layer by layer, until she's only covered by a thin shirt, its sleeve in rags.

You have to cut the sleeve off of the shirt, peeling away the fabric as she bares her teeth with a quiet hiss. “I never actually called myself the greatest huntress,” she says, looking back at you with a strained smile. You dart your eyes to her face and hide your smile as you shake your head yet again at her idiocy. She’s smiling at you, sweat and blood sticking to her face. “Even still, the wendigo is dead.”

You look away from her, standing to go get a water bowl, adding some water to boil on the way. As you come back, you sit next to her again. “I’m very proud of you,” you respond, dabbing the rag in the water and carefully cleaning off her wound. She winces again, and you whisper an apology.

You stand after you’ve finished, walking over to the fireplace, where you’ve set the wooden boxes from before on the ledge. You open the box and offer the flower to her. She shakes her head. “Are you sure?” you question, your expression tainted by worry. She nods, giving you another tight smile. You sigh and put it away.

You sit next to her once more after grabbing your stitching equipment. “That’s my only pain reliever so…brace yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” she promises.

You bob your brows, “Okay…” You thread your needle and get to work as you begin stitching up the deep cut made by jagged claws. You see her fist clench, but she gives no other sign of pain as she looks away from you. When you tie off the thread, you wipe it down once more before applying the paste to her arm, laying it on thick to ensure it’s properly administered.

You finish by wrapping her arm in thick, white fabric, pulling it taut. Natasha watches you disappear into the kitchen. When you come back, there’s a cup in your hand giving off a gentle steam. You kneel in front of her, ignoring the way she now sits taller than you as you rest your hand on her lap. You give her the cup, “Drink this.”

She does without question. She trusts you entirely, and that warms your heart. She hands the cup back to you, and you set it on the table behind you. She stares at you, watching you examine her face, her arm, her. She does the same to you.

You notice the way her eyes begin to droop and stand again, easing her down to lay on the sofa, her cheek resting against the soft pillow you set under her head. “Lay back,” you whisper. “Sleep.”

She looks up at you with droopy eyes and you hold your breath. You watch her fade into sleep, her body falling limp on the sheets. You brush some hair off her forehead, your eyes flicking over her face again with a gentle sigh.

“I’ve got you, Alpha.”

You take a seat on a chair and allow your mind to slow down. Now that you know that Natasha is safe and okay, you can breathe, relax. As you plop down on your cushy seat, you let out a long sigh and run a hand over your face.

It’s then that you start becoming aware of everything other than the bleeding out huntress at your door. Like your sheer nightgown now stained with blood, or your bare feet on the dark wood floors, or the fact that it’s past midnight and the fireplace is beginning to die out from your earlier burning. You stand and begin tidying everything back up. You put away the stitches, your herbs and oils, slowly cleaning the now cluttered living room.

Once you’ve cleaned up enough, you get a fresh cloth and some water to begin wiping down her face, cleaning up the blood and sweat clinging to her skin to reveal rosy cheeks and soft skin. You admire her for a little too long. Then you scoop her up into your arms and carry her into the bedroom, placing her atop the bed and easing the covers over her body. Again, you brush some hair out of her face and linger there for a moment, admiring the gentle part of her lips, the peaceful innocence of her face as she rests. She really is beautiful.

You whisper one last spell over her before sitting down on the chair near the bed. You set a blanket over your body and allow yourself to fall into peaceful rest next to her.

Natasha is eased awake by the gentle chimes of the wood carvings hanging from the porch roof outside. She opens her eyes with a deep sigh, blinking the sleep away as she slowly sits up. A dull ache in her arm has her shifting her attention to the white bandages securely wrapped around her. She looks at it, running her fingertips over the fabric as the events of last night return to her.

It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as she expected it to, now that she thinks about it. Before she can continue examining her healing wound, she hears gentle breaths at her side. She turns to find you sitting in the chair, a blanket thrown over your body as you sleep soundly.

She smiles softly at the way your head lolls to the side, the way your eyes skip behind your lids as you dream away. As she moves to sit back against the headboard, you stir. She hadn’t even made much noise, besides the near silent ruffle of the sheets at her slight movement.

You take in a deep breath, opening your eyes as you come to. You see her first, a slow, lazy smile spreading over your lips in response. “Hi,” you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. “You’re up.”

She nods, “I am.”

You take another breath, shaking your head lightly to help ease you from your rest. You stretch as you speak, “How do you feel?”

Her hand instinctively reaches for her arm, brushing the fabric thoughtfully. “Fine,” she says as you stand, walking over to her and sitting on the side of the bed. “Looks good.”

You offer a smile as you take her arm in your hands, carefully unwrapping the bandages to reveal the wound from last night. The paste is gone, and the wound looks a lot older than it should for one that’s only existed a single night.

“Yeah,” you mutter before looking up at her with a smile. “What usually takes two months should heal in about a week.”

Natasha’s eyes widen in surprise, “A week?”

You smile proudly, chuckling as you shake your head at her reaction. “I’m a really good healer, huntress. And a witch, in case you forgot.” You mumble the last part to yourself, playful and lighthearted.

“I can see that,” she responds. You stand from the bed and disappear into the living room to bring back the same paste from before and some new bandages. You apply it carefully after wiping the stitched up wound down.

“Are you hungry?” you ask gently.

“A little.” She’s starving.

“I’ll stop by the tavern and bring something back.”

“Okay.”

You do just that after you finish taking care of her. She watches you too closely as you wrap the white fabric over her arm once more before putting things away again. You rummage through your drawers as you grab some clothes to put on.

Once you are presentable in a simple gown you pulled over your head and tied in the back, you give Natasha a smile and a wave as you leave the house with your basket to get breakfast. You walk down to the tavern, say hello to the waitress who’s in this morning, and then grab some bread, meat, fresh fruits, and tea instead of the coffee she’ll be expecting. On the way back to the cottage, you can smell her strong, heady scent again before you’ve even stepped foot onto your property.

She’s in the living room when you open the door, setting the basket on the table with a smile. “I could smell you before I even got close to the cottage,” you comment instead of greeting her.

She looks up at her with a cocky grin. She’s got her hair down, longer than you expected. It frames her face perfectly in gentle red waves that rest over just her collarbone. “Smell good?” she teases, bobbing her brows suggestively.

You roll your eyes. “You smell like blood and sweat,” you put it bluntly. “You need a bath.”

She laughs heartily, this raspy sound that makes your heart clench. You bite your tongue to keep from revealing the fact that she smells like fresh rain and forest trees (beneath the blood and sweat, of course).

You spend the day inside or out on the back porch. She sits with you as you start a new carving outside, talking about whatever happens to skip across your mind as you chat. Then inside, she helps you with the flowers you’d collected yesterday as you prepare them into their own jars and vials to add to your collection. Everything just feels so normal, sliding into place like that’s how it’s always meant to happen.

It feels so amazing to have company, especially company like Natasha, who will flirt and tease and tell you stories and make you laugh. You almost forget that, soon, she’ll be gone again to the next village to hunt the next beast.

Nightfall comes and you walk into the bathroom, where she’s lounging in the tub full of hot water clouded by different herbs and oils you’ve added that seep into her skin and make her feel wonderful. You have a towel and a fresh pair of clothes in your arms as you walk inside, hyper aware of her eyes following your every move.

You set the things down and sit on the wooden chair next to the tub, taking her arm in your hands. “Your clothes and stuff should be dry in the morning.” You take your pair of scissors and begin removing her stitches carefully. The wound has healed enough, the bathwater and your magic have worked wonders on it.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, her voice low and gentle. You smile at her, moving the old stitches and the scissors away and taking a seat once more. She offers a tight smile, “Your hospitality has been much appreciated.”

A sort of dread fills you at her words, but you try not to show it as you nod. “So you are leaving.”

She nods, almost regretfully. “In the morning,” she confesses, sitting up just a little to keep her body concealed by the cloudy, white water. “It’s time. My job here is done, and I'm needed elsewhere."

You nod slowly, letting out a long sigh. “Okay.”

“Okay?” she’s surprised by how quickly you accept it. She’s almost disappointed.

You shrug. For a moment, she thinks it’s pitiful, limp shoulders rising and falling. “Yeah,” you tell her. “You’re a hunter, it’s your job.” You swallow thickly, ignoring the lump that threatens to rise in your throat. “Who am I to stop you?”

Natasha nods slowly, licking her lips and ignoring the ache in her chest, just as you ignore the one in yours. She sighs, glancing back at you. “You mind if I stay the night?”

You slip out of the chair and onto the floor, kneeling beside the tub and resting your arm along the side. “I’ll have to insist,” you smile, attempting to lighten the mood once more. “I wanna watch that arm.”

She doesn’t miss the way you run your fingers along the surface of the water, making little ripples in the tub. “Thanks,” she mutters, trying to keep her smile intact. You hum, glancing away again in an attempt at keeping the tears at bay. You hate that you’re getting so emotional about it. You’ve known her for three days. Three wonderful, amazing days.

“Hey, there,” she hooks her fingers under your chin, turning your head to look at her again as she offers another gentle grin. “You gonna miss me?”

You chuckle lightly, shrugging a shoulder as you successfully swallow your tears and speak in a level voice. “A little.”

Her smile widens. “I’m gonna miss you, too,” she admits. “A little.”

You both sit there in silence, letting the seconds tick by as you memorize each curve, lash, and dip on the other’s face. Natasha’s smile fades slowly and her lips part. You watch her make the decision as she sighs.

“Come here.” She pulls you forward and envelopes you in a warm kiss. It consumes you, fills you with a fluttering feeling that makes you feel like you’re floating. You lean forward into her, kissing her back with a little more fervor as you savor the taste of her plush lips against your own.

Her hand smooths along your jaw, pulling you closer. A gentle breath escapes you as a moan that slips into her mouth. She shifts her body in the tub to face you as she sits up on her knees. You reach for her, setting your hands on her shoulders to brace yourself, yearning for more.

The kisses become more desperate, stroking hands turning to grasping fingers. Her hand slips under the neckline of your dress, pushing the sleeves off of your shoulders before moving to untie the little bow keeping it up. The dress pulls at your elbows, barely concealing your breasts.

As soon as the word leaves you in a heavy breath, all sense of slow and steady dissolves as the desperation sinks into her skin. “Alpha,” you whisper against her lips, feeling the lust rise within you at the feeling of her hands stroking your bare skin.

“Fuck,” she rasps. “Take this off.” It’s a command you are content with obeying, helping her shed you of your dress to let it fall to the floor with little regard. Her lips trail down along the column of your throat until her head is buried in the crook of your neck. Her teeth scrape along your skin, sucking and biting, intent on marking you up as her hands wander.

You moan against her, pulling her wet body closer. Her hand ducks under your chest, resting above your belly before brushing up just enough to cup your breast. Your mouth falls open and a sigh falls forcefully from your lips. She squeezes, her thumb brushing over your nipple and sending shockwaves along your spine.

You whisper the name again, needier this time. Natasha’s husky voice turns into a growl as she laps at your skin. “Get on the chair,” she orders. Again, you obey. Shifting yourself on the seat, she sits up on her knees, the bottom half of her body still shrouded by the water as she sets her hands on your thigh. Seeing you now, she has the perfect view of your naked body. She marvels at you, her green eyes dark and hooded as she takes in the wonderful sight. “You’re beautiful,” she sighs, pulling you closer so there’s less space between you and her. You flush at her words, biting down on your lip.

She pushes your thighs apart, her nails digging into your flesh. A deep sigh escapes her throat as she looks at you, her thumb pressing into your inner thigh as it inches closer to grab at your outer lip, pulling it a little to reveal more of you to her.

“Oh, she’s fucking soaking, isn’t she?” she comments, running her thumb along your wet folds. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

You don’t have a chance to respond, she’s already burying a long digit inside of you, biting her lip as you immediately clamp down on her finger. You’re so wet, she slips in with ease. Your head falls back as a breathy moan forces itself out of you. “You’re so tight,” she mumbles, leaning forward to press her lips to the inside of your thigh, teasing you.

You try to close your legs, too sensitive to her touch, but she doesn’t let you. She forces them open once more, pressing her fingers deeper. Just as she sees you open your mouth to form words, she cuts you off again with another intrusive finger into your sopping pussy. A choked sound replaces your words.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, still kissing your thighs, her tongue licking along you to taste your skin. “Bet you want my mouth, don’t you?” You just nod, looking back down at her with heavy breaths as you bite your tongue. She tsks, shaking her head at you. “C’mon, use your words, sweetness.”

“Yes,” you gasp out as she curls her fingers inside of you. “Yes, I want your mouth on me. Please.”

She smiles proudly at you, kissing your thigh again and resting her chin there. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” she teases, leaning forward and pressing her lips against your lower belly.

You mewl, “Please, Alpha.”

She growls again, not intentionally. It slips out, your pleas are so intoxicatingly sweet. “Fuck,” she curses under her breath, letting out a shaky breath at the effect that name falling from your lips has on her. She pulls her fingers out of you, and you whine helplessly.

She puts you out of your misery as she wraps her lips around your dripping cunt, her tongue flattening against your folds as she begins licking you up. Your mouth falls open and the most diabolical sound drips like honey from your tongue. You cave into her, tangling a hand in her hand to pull her closer. She lets you, enjoying the way you grip onto her for dear life.

She laps at your pussy, eager and desperate, like you were the finest wine and she hadn’t drank in days. Her tongue delves inside of you, her lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and suckling gently. The pleasure jolts through your body like fire, and you’re sure you’ll burn up in no time at all if she continues on like this.

She sinks three fingers into you after a while, pumping them in and out as you enjoy the delicious stretch with closed eyes. You try to watch her, trying to enjoy the way her domineering eyes stare up at you like a wolf devouring its prey.

Your grip on her hair tightens as your walls clamp down around her fingers. “Fuck,” you huff. “Tasha, I’m gonna cum.” The words leave your lips in an urgent rush. One breath, and then two, and then three punctuate your claim.

She doesn’t stop. In fact, she speeds up. Her fingers thrust in and out of you, her tongue laves at your clit as she gives the occasional suck. Your only warning as you gush around her is a loud moan that tears from your throat. The pleasure comes in waves, crashing down on you as she happily laps up your release. Your legs jerk and your body trembles in response to your mind-numbing orgasm.

She eases out of you, her skin stained red as her hair and her breath hot as the water she’s enveloped in. She kisses the inside of your thighs a couple more times after you’ve come down, stroking her hands along your thighs. “Come here, omega,” she husks, easing you out of the chair and helping you into the tub with her. Your legs are still wobbly, weak from cumming so hard, and she treats you perfectly.

She lowers you into the water, letting the warmth surround you and ease your muscles. You let out a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as she brings you to straddle her waist. She leans forward, pressing her lips along your neck and chest until she’s groping your breasts again, taking a nipple into her mouth and suckling on it. You’re still moaning, sensitive and already wanting more as she treats you like royalty, as she treats you like hers.

She sets her hand under your bottom, lifting you up slightly as if to position you. When you feel a warm tip pressing at your folds, you hold your breath as you look at her with hooded eyes. She smiles, that confidence seeping back into her eyes at the look you give her. She kisses the space between your collarbones again and looks up at you, her eyes soft and warm.

“Do you want this?” she hums. “Do you want me?”

You nod instantly, leaning forward to kiss her lips, long and slow and just as passionately as the first. “Yes, Alpha,” you breathe against her kiss-swollen mouth. “Yes, I want it so fucking bad.”

She smiles, one that’s way too bright and way too happy for the dark look she’s giving you. She sets her hands on your hips, gripping you there for a moment as she keeps her eyes on your face. You never tear your eyes away, memorizing each shade of green of her eyes, each little fleck that highlights the ring surrounding her dark pupils.

You never take your eye away…until you feel her press inside of you. Long and thick, she fills you up inch by beautiful inch until she is buried to the hilt inside of you. You both let out long, deep sighs as you relish in the feeling of being so full. To stay like this forever would be a dream come true.

She lingers there, letting you get used to her as you clench and waver around her, squeezing her cock in the most amazing way. Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, feeling every ridge and vein she’s pushed inside of you. The pleasure is already so perfect, you don’t know how it could get any better.

Until she starts to move.

She begins to rock her hips, thrusting up inside of you as she guides your waist with her. You moan and gasp as the length of her strokes your walls in the best way possible. It starts out a little slower, trying to ease you into it as she clenches her teeth and stares at you, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The desire sets into a fiery heat urges her to move faster.

The water sways back and forth, forming a steady rhythm with her insistent thrusts. You brace yourself on her shoulders, squeezing and gripping her there for support. “Just like that,” she breathes. “Doin’ so good for me, omega.”

You whine, burying your face in the crook of your neck as you rock your hips a little faster. The head of her cock presses against the deepest part of you, and you grind down in search of more, more, more. The water retaliates a little more when the pace picks up, rocking back and forth unsteadily as it laps along the sides of the tub and threatens to spill over onto the stone floor. Neither of you care—neither of you notice. You’re too wrapped up in the pleasure that’s filling you to the brim, pushing you to the absolute edge of ecstasy.

After a while, Natasha lets out a primal growl that almost makes you cum then and there. Her muscles flex, taut and lean and absolutely delicious. She wraps her arms around your waist and grips you tight before she sits up, readjusting your bodies so that you lay down against the opposite end of the tub. She grabs your hips in a firm grip and begins to thrust into you again. The new angle is like heaven, clouding your mind and filling it with nothing but Natasha.

Your moan climbs higher and higher, leaning towards desperate strings of cries filling the air and echoing along the walls. Her own husky moans mix with yours in a symphony of lust and absolute rapture. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, lapping at your wet skin as her teeth begin to tease your flesh. They feel a little sharper as her canines begin to protrude just a little more.

You wrap your legs around her waist, tightening your hold on her so her long strokes become shorter, rougher thrusts that threaten to make you scream for her—as if you aren’t loud enough. You claw at her back, digging your nails into her skin and raking downwards in a sudden need to grab something. She groans against the flesh of your throat.

She reaches between your bodies, the pad of her thumb playing with your clit to help push you further toward your breaking point. Your whole body jolts in response, and you bite your bottom lip so hard, you break the skin.

“Alpha!” you cry out. “Mm, ‘m gonna cum. Please, ‘m gonna cum again.”

Her breaths are ragged in your ear, short huffs punctuated by the thrust of her hips. “I know,” she pants. “I know. I’m right behind you.” Your legs tighten and she continues to grind down on you, desperate for that release that’s right around the corner.

She listens to the climbing of your moans, spurring her on until it’s too much to hold back. She curses loudly as she whispers into your ear, “Cum for me, omega. Cum for your Alpha.”

And you do. Gods, you do. With a loud cry, you let that name fall from your lips as you clamp down around her throbbing cock. You gush and gasp and wail as you cum harder than before.

Natasha can’t hold back anymore. She thrusts deep inside of you, burying herself as far as she’ll go as her teeth sink into the juncture of your neck and your shoulder and her hot cum spills inside of you. The pain of her bite mixes into a gripping pleasure as you feel her cock swell inside of you, a knot building bigger and bigger until you’re completely filled with her.

You both stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other as you ride out the highs that don’t seem to come down for a while. Everything calms in steps, one thing at a time slowing the heated air around you. Her jaw eases up as her teeth release your flesh. Her tongue laps at your skin, soothing the bite she’s left behind as an obvious claim. Your legs loosen around her waist, your body falling limp as you—very slowly—come down.

Natasha leans back to look at your face, still fully seated inside of you as she wipes some hair from your forehead and offers a bright smile. “Hey,” she whispers, bringing you back from wherever you’d run off to as she watches your far-off look. “Welcome back,” she says, leaning forward and kissing all over your face with tender care.

You smile at her. It’s a lopsided grin paired with droopy eyes, and it’s a look she instantly falls in love with. “Hey,” you respond, your voice just as lazy as your expression.

She carefully shifts again so she’s laying on her back, allowing you to rest against her chest as you both stay fully connected to the other. She strokes her fingers along your spine, easing you back to consciousness while the haze wears off, kissing your face and whispering sweet nothing into your ear.

You smile at her, some of your teasing from before slipping back into your voice as you lean back enough to see her pretty face. “See?” you prompt, “You’re not dangerous.” She chuckles, entirely amused and way too sidetracked by your kiss as she watches you. “You’re my Alpha.”

She smiles, a wide grin that makes your heart soar. “And my omega.”

You sigh, making a face as you tilt your head. “I dunno about that.”

Her brow raises in response. “Oh, yeah?” You nod adorably and she scoffs. “Maybe I should prove it again, then. That bite in your shoulder must not’ve gone deep enough.” Her fingers ghost over said bite and you bite your lip, leaning forward again to brush your mouth over hers.

“Maybe,” you softly challenge, molding your lips with hers once more. You chuckle against the other’s mouths, enjoying each other thoroughly. You sigh and pull away, resting your head in the crook of her neck as she holds you, still stroking your spine in a way that’s far too loving for someone she’s known for three days.

You bring your hand to stroke her opposite shoulder, your finger tracing patterns along her skin. “Natasha?” you whisper gently. She hums, her eyes closed as she leans her head back. You chew on your bottom lip, thinking for a moment before you respond. “Stay.” She turns her head toward you. You speak again, looking at her with hopeful eyes, “Just for a little longer. Maybe just one more day… I don’t think I’m ready to let you leave yet.”

Her lips spread in a smile as she presses them against your forehead. “My little witch,” she sighs dreamily. “You’ll probably have to put up with me for the next week. And, when I do leave, believe me when I say that I will keep coming back to claim you again.” She chuckles, glancing back at you once more as she speaks in a half growl, “Mine.”

You smile wide. “Maybe…” you trail off, “maybe one day I can join you. There’s a training witch in the village who can eventually take my place. Then…you and me, we could travel together…keep each other safe.”

Your heart is thumping in your chest as you await her response. And then it’s soaring when she beams at you with chuckles, “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more.”

An excited chuckle climbs its way out of your throat as you settle closer somehow. You kiss the crook of her neck and sigh, closing your eyes. “Yeah… I’m keeping you.” She laughs gently in response, closing her eyes as she relaxes against you.

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wandanatsbaby · 4 months

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Mommy Wanda x BunnyHybrid Reader thoughts

Warnings: mentions of smut

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Mommy Wanda who has a cage set up for you in the corner of her room

Mommy Wanda who turns the guest room into a place for you to nest

Mommy Wanda who never allows you to touch anything sharp in fear her precious bunny will get hurt

Mommy Wanda who sets you a strict schedule (breakfast, tv time, nap time, play time, bedtime)

Mommy Wanda who grabs your sensitive ears and tail

Mommy Wanda who dresses you in cute little skirts and dresses

Mommy Wanda who puts ribbons in your hair

Mommy Wanda who loves watching your tail twitch as she fucks you

Mommy Wanda who makes you wear a collar to dinner with her friends (and a vibrator)

Mommy Wanda who watches you squirm in your seat with a smirk hidden behind her wine glass

Mommy Wanda who refuses to let you drink

Mommy Wanda who can't wait to get back to the house so she's takes you intl the restaurant bathroom and then in the backseat of the car

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noonecares915 · 5 months

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This is the image that made me fall in love with Wanda. The rocks look like angel winds, making her even more angelic.

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marvelnatr · 3 months

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Lingering love 18+

Warnings: Dom!Nat, Daddy kink, sub!reader, makeup sex, oral Natasha!receiving, strap on use, size kink, praise, a little mocking, breeding strap & kink.

I know I know. I started classes up again. But I’m getting back into the rhythm. Enjoy this smut as an apology. Not proof read!!!

Natasha’s POV:

“Y/N lets fucking go! We gotta get moving!”. I stood by the loading dock of the Quinn jet as Y/N threw her duffle in her seat beside her. She was visibly annoyed and pouting like a petulant child over the fact she had to do a mission with me. Closing the door I looked at her “look at me Y/N”. The girls eyes stayed trained to the pocket knife she was holding, fiddling with the blade and paying me no mind. Leaning over her I whispered “Y/N please, I don’t wanna be doing this anymore then you do”. I rested my hand on my ex-girlfriends arm, trying to gain a little of her attention, simply for her to shrug me off and go to her armory cabinet. Giving her the space she wanted I headed to pilot the plane.

I’m not surprised she needs space. I honestly thought I’d never see her again, she left the agency four years ago after our breakup. It was only recently Fury had the idea to bring her on this next mission. Y/N was smart and I hated to agree that we needed her expertise. We need someone who was going to always be one step in front of our target in the technological way and Y/N was the best we’d seen since Daisy. Not much about her has changed since she left. Her hair is a bit longer and she’s colder then I remember.

We were headed to Germany for the next two weeks to follow our target. He was good at covering his tracks. Phenomenal even. I put in the address to our safe house in Bremen. Of course Fury put us in the heart of one of the highest crime rated cities. Y/N had finished getting settled in and started reading her book. She used to sit up front with me, she was always mesmerized when it was clear enough to see the illuminated cities below us as we traveled. I miss those times.

- Time Skip -

Landing the Quinn jet in our private air field I turned on cloaking. Getting up and stretching after a long flight felt amazing. Glancing over at Y/N she was dead asleep with her book rested on her chest. Y/N always looked so peaceful when she’d sleep and I always hated waking her up. Sitting beside her I whispered gently “Y/N we’re here”. Shuffling away from me I sighed and placed my hand on her shoulder “Y/N wake up”. Jumping a little she woke up and stared at me. Panic flooded over her face for a second before it subsided. I watched her “I’m sorry hon I didn’t mean to scare you”. Huffing she threw the blanket off her lap and got up “you didn’t and don’t call me hon”. Nodding I watched her, rubbing my hands over my thighs before standing “alright then”.

Out of instinct I went for Y/N’s duffle bag to carry in but she stepped in front of me before I could and grabbed it, slinging the bag over her shoulder and glaring at me “I got it Natasha” nodding a bit I grabbed my own bag then headed to our safe house. After clearing the place I put my bags on the bed, the air was thick with dust as it had been a while since the safe house was used. I pointed to the window closest to Y/N “open that will you? I want air circulating through here”. An eyes roll and a huff later the window was opened, nodding I went into the bedroom, starting to place my weapons on the bed. A few seconds later I heard a grumble and a string of curse words flying from Y/N’s mouth down the hall. Leaning in view of the doorway I called out “what’s wrong?”. Looking at me she grumbled “there’s only one bed”. My eyes traveled to the bed then back to her, i didn’t mind sleeping in the same bed as her but Y/N definitely minded sleeping in the bed with me. Nodding I threw my pillows on the floor “I’ll take the floor”.

The next morning Y/N was up early. Earlier than me. Hearing the door open I grabbed my weapon, quickly turning to the door just to see Y/N standing with coffee. Rolling my eyes I put the gun back in the mid of my back while lightly scolding her “announce yourself when you walk into the house and tell me where you’re going”. Scoffing she sat at the table “no, I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my dom”, placing down the knife on the cutting board I turned to her “stop being such a fucking smart ass. I know I’m not your dom. I’m trying to keep us safe. Do as your told”. Shutting up a bit Y/N put sugar in her coffee, stirring the cup as a silence fell over her. I mixed the peppers with the eggs and poured them into the pan “would you like an omelet Y/N?”. Seems that she had elected to ignore me as she brought her coffee to the room. Shaking my head I continued cooking.

A few minutes later I heard the door open again and rolled my eyes “for fucks sake Y/N what did I just say-“ just as I finished my sentence Y/N was in the hallway shooting at the man in our safe house “come on miss black widow fucking help me out here!” Drawing my gun I shot at the mans hand, taking him down then turning my attention to the man who had Y/N in a head lock. Running over to her I took him down as well, Y/N bent over with her hands rested on her knees to catch her breath, wheezing out “I had him”. Rolling my eyes I looked at her for a second scoffing “clearly”. Standing up she rubbed her neck “that was sarcastic” I laughed while checking my magazine and put it back in “no shit”. Y/N stepped over the body and looked at me, clearly she was annoyed. She had no right to be. I saved her ass. Still she spat “will you knock it off? I can handle myself perfectly fine”. Ignoring her I began to pull the weapons off the body “obviously you can’t” . Y/N glared at me then started to leave with gritted teeth, stomping through the house like a petulant child. I watched her, raising my eyebrows and giving her a glare “get your ass back here and help me with these bodies”

-Time skip-

Your POV:

After moving the bodies with Nat I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. I hated the way she still had a hold of me. The way a part of me still loved her after all these years. Getting up off the bed knocked on the door again “Natasha hurry up I really have to fucking pee”. A few seconds later the door swung open. Nat was wrapped in a towel still drying her hair with the towel. I stared at her for a minute. Inhaling the scent. She didn’t change her perfume. It’s still the same. Snapping her fingers she sang a little “earth to Y/N? Hello??”. The snapping broke me from my thoughts as I watched her “hm what?”. Natasha rolled her eyes “don’t you have to pee?”. Nodding I went passed her “right yeah. Thanks!”.

Finishing up I washed my hands and stared at myself in the mirror, unlocking the door and leaving it slightly open. Natasha came up behind me in sweatpants and a t-shirt “excuse me”, Nat reached under my arm and grabbed her tooth brush, dipping it in the water before swiping toothpaste over it and brushing her teeth. I have no fucking clue how she never made a mess of her mouth, it always baffled me. She’s so fucking pretty. She must’ve noticed me staring cause she raised her eyebrows at me “what is it Y/N?”. Clearing my throat a little I grabbed my hand towel, drying the water off my hands “nothing”. Natasha gave off her infamous smirk, folding her arms over her chest and taking the toothbrush out of her mouth. Looking up at her I tilted my head “what?”. Shaking her head she spit into the sink and rinsed her mouth, never breaking the cocky expression. I pushed her a little “why are you looking at me like that?”. Smirking at me she leaned against the counter “you’re blushing”, I felt my body heat up a little “I am not!”. Laughing nat placed her hand on my arm, teasing me and rubbing with a mocked pouted lip “mmm sure baby sure”

I felt my face heat up at the pet name and pushed her a little “oh shut up”. Laughing again she walked out of the bathroom “whatever you say hotshot”. Once I had finished up in the bathroom I headed to the room to see Nat laying in the bed and watching TV. We had watched TV in silence last night and I didn’t mind it. We liked the same shows. Getting comfy I climbed into bed shivering. It was so fucking cold here and I didnt really pack any warm pajamas. Looking over me Nat grabbed her hoodie and held it out for me. Shaking my head I whispered “I’m okay”, shaking her head she held it out more “take it Y/N, I dont want you getting sick”. Nodding a bit a took it and put it on. Staring at the small smile pulling at Nats lips.

The confession fell from my lips quicker then I could think, playing with my hands I mumbled “I miss you Natasha”. Natasha’s eyes left the screen as she watched me, her eyes pausing to examine me, as if she was unsure I was telling the truth or not. I watched as she processed my words. After a few minutes she sat forward “are you sure Y/N?”. Continuing to play with my fingers I nodded “I miss you. I miss your voice and your touch and your love. We let go too early”. She nodded and opened her arms for me, beckoning me to lay on her chest. Happily I rested my head down, my hand draped over her stomach. I continued to watch her lips. The lump in my throat still too afraid to ask for a kiss. But like always Natasha knew me. Knew my mannerisms. Natasha leaned down, pressing her lips to mine. My world felt whole again.

Natasha’s POV:

Y/N became putty in my lap. Her body sunk into mine as I kissed her. Petting her head I pulled away and whispered “would you like to try again love?” She nodded “hating you was the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done”. Smiling softly I pet her head and whispered “I’m sorry for how I acted years ago, it wasn’t right”. Y/N nodded and whispered “me too, I don’t know what was wrong with me”. Nodding I pet her head “so…what made you want to come back?”, a red tint fell over her cheeks as she whispered “I-I had a few partners….every time we did stuff all I could think about was you”. Jealousy and pride flooded through my body. Y/N wasn’t just my girlfriend she was my sub. I was proud all she thought about was me but the thought of someone else touching her drove me wild. Grabbing her jaw I looked at her “poor thing, I conditioned you didn’t I? Made you so addicted to daddy’s dick it’s all you could think about. You know you always fit me like a sleeve darling” a small whimper fell from her lips as I rubbed her jaw tutting “oh baby, tell me what you want”. Fiddling with her shirt she whispered “I-I want you to fuck me”

Smirking I nodded and rubbed her hip “how do you want me to do that?”. A whimper fell from her lips, I could tell she was getting frustrated. Tears pricked her eyes as I chuckled “oh baby, those pretty tears won’t get you any sympathy. You know I love seeing you cry”. A red tint fell over her cheeks, her eyes continuing to watch her shit. Watching her I snapped my fingers, the noise gaining her attention while I kept hold of her jaw “speak up baby”, I could feel the heat of her cheeks on my hand as she stuttered out “f-fingers and strap”. Nodding I rubbed her cheek “you’ll have to earn it baby, why don’t you go ahead and show me how sorry you are”. Taking off my pajama shorts I watched Y/N, her eyes lit up at the sight of my cunt and I chuckled “come on baby”.

Finding herself between my legs she looked up at me one last time. Nodding I placed my hand on the back of her head, beginning to guide her as she kitten licked my cunt. Her tongue ran through my folds, the feeling earning a moan from my lips. Pleasure surged through my body as I rutted my hips into Y/N’s face. Her moans causing more pleasure as I praised “good girl, fuck you’re doing such a good job for me baby”, I felt her tongue slope into me, my knuckles gripped the sheets while she began to rub my clit “f-fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum”. Gripping her hair into a makeshift ponytail I pulled at her while I came. A moan and a whimper falling from her lips at the newfound pain.

Releasing her hair I smiled down at her “you did such a good job for me love”. A red tint fell over her cheeks as she squirmed. Laughing I leaned forward “so fucking needy huh?”, catching her lip between her teeth she nodded, her embarrassment flooding her face. Sitting up I brought my thumb to her lip, gently pulling it out while whispering “it’s okay sweet girl, I know it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked properly”. Looking up at me Y/N whispered, the sentence barley audible “I’m gonna be really tight…”, clearing my throat a little I rubbed her chin. Of course I wanted to just fuck her with my strap right then and there. Let her feel the pain of the stretch. It’s what she deserves. Especially with the little attitude she gave me earlier. Kissing her gently I whispered “I’m going to get my strap, whatever time I’m gone is the time you have to stretch yourself out. Once I’m back you’re getting fucked”. Y/N quickly brought her hand down to her cunt, working on slipping two fingers in. I admired her for a moment before going to put on my strap. Luckily for her I grabbed the breeding one. And you bet your ass I was going to fill her up.

Walking back into the room a whimper fell from her lips. Chuckling I made my way to the bed then hovered over her. I watched for a minute. The way her chest was rising and falling, how flushed her face was. Stroking my hand over her cheek I smiled “so pretty, so fuckable for daddy hm?” Nodding she whimpered “y-yes daddy”. I sat up on my kneels and pulled her to me by her neck “come here baby, come get daddy nice and wet for you”. Grabbing the faux cock in her hand she began to suck, the job she was doing was damn near sad. Only taking half the dildo in her mouth. I tapped her cheek with my hand, her eyes quickly met mine as I watched her “you know damn well how I taught you to suck dick. Quit the straight shit and suck my strap properly baby. I don’t want to have to help you”. Y/N quickly fixed her mistake and began sucking me properly. Her pretty little gagging noises as tears began to prick her eyes. I could watch her do this all fucking day. Matter of fact she has before. That was a very fun punishment to conduct.

After a few more minutes I pulled her off “lay on your back detka”. Gently she laid down. The wet spot forming on the sheets from her cunt. Tutting I rubbed her hip “such a messy girl already, my poor bunny. So fucking desperate”. I teased the strap over her entrance, slipping the tip of the dildo in just to take it out. Just as she was about to open her mouth in another whiny protest I slipped into her. Filling her in one swift move. A small choked cry mixed with a moan fell from her lips. Leaning over her I kissed her “shhh baby I know, oh I know love, you’re so fucking tight for me”, whimpering she watched me “i-It’s too big daddy, it wont fit” chuckling I rubbed her hip “it’s all the way in bunny, you’re just tight. Don’t worry, daddy will make sure to stretch you out”. Moaning her head fell back into the pillow. My hands made their way to her hips as I lightly pinned her down, beginning to fuck into her. She looked so fucking pretty like this. More moans fell from her lips as she gripped the sheets. Looking at her I mocked a little “what? You’re gonna cum already baby? But daddy just started”. Y/N cried a little and whined “please, please let me cum please”. Tutting I shook my head “no bunny, you’re gonna have to wait, daddy wants to make sure you’re properly bred”

Y/N’s eyes widened in excitement, her cunt clenching around my strap slightly. Smirking I fucked into her “yeah, you want daddy to breed you? Make you mine again?” Another moan fell from her lips as she breathed out “yes daddy please, please fill me up”. Smirking I wrapped my hand around her throat then began fucking her into the mattress. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she began to whimper “p-please, I wanna cum daddy please”, giving in I nodded “cum for me baby, soak the sheets and stop thinking for a while”. Y/N’s back arched as she moaned, her screams ringing throughout the room while I filled her up, degrading her and praising her through it. My cum painting her velvety walls white. “That’s it bunny, my little breeding bitch huh? You’re doing so fucking good for daddy”. Her orgasm was nothing short of beautiful. The way her legs shook. The sounds she made. I stayed inside her while she came down from her high, rubbing her cheek and wiping the tears beginning to stain her face.

After a few minutes I rubbed her cheek “you doing okay love?” A small content hum fell from her lips as she cuddled into me. She’s so floaty and I love it. Gently pulling out I chuckled “alright my floaty girl, let’s get you cleaned up and we can cuddle”. After a nod I picked her up and ran us a bath. Joining her in the tub as he rested on me. After all this time she still fit into me like a puzzle piece. Her body weight was just perfect. I definitely missed my girl.

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softestqueeen · 1 month

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slipping and gliding pt. 2

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! smut, car sex, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader, shy reader, slight dom!nat, fingering

wordcount: 1208 words

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but i’m finally back with part 2! only took me like 100 years to write. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but new things are in progress… Enjoy <3

part 1

The two of you went back to your stuff and said quick goodbyes to everyone. Of course everyone wanted to persuade you to stay, but you were able to talk yourself out of it, claiming that you didn’t feel well, and that Nat would take you home.

But she wouldn’t take you home. Yet.

The two of you got into Nat’s care before driving off. The sun stood high as the two of you speeded down the highway.

You thought that Nat was gonna take you home and then maybe take you again on the bed. But when you noticed that she missed the exit that actually led to the tower, you frowned.

“Where are we going Nat?”, you questioned her, unsure about what to think of this.

“Patience love, you’ll see.”, she told you while putting her unoccupied hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. At the new pet name, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the short skirt you wore allowed Nat to directly touch your skin.

You decided to not question it anymore and just wait and see where you would end up.

After a few minutes, it turned out that Nat brought you to a… deserted parking lot? Very romantic. It didn’t seem scary, because on one side it was still light out and on the other you had Nat, who would never let anything happen to you.

Nat parked in the middle of the concrete area, locked the doors, and stopped the engine. She took the key out of the ignition, throwing it lazily into the centre console.

With every passing moment you could feel your arousal building, the anticipation of what’s to come pure torture.

Nat’s car was quite spacious now that you took a look at your surroundings. You could comfortably stretch out your legs and the seat could almost fit you two times.

The redhead leaned forward to your seat and with a skilful motion leaned back your seat, so you were almost laying down now. The sudden change in position mad a giggle escape your lips. It quieted down though, once Nat climbed on top of you, now covering your body with hers.

She sent you a little smile before leaning down and connecting her lips with yours after what felt like ages, though your little shower innuendo had not even been an hour ago. She didn’t waste any time and slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring like it was the first time.

Her mouth slowly started to wander over your cheek, to your neck and then your cleavage. In this moment you were glad that you chose to wear a little crop top, which made you tits look amazing.

“Can I take it off?”, Nat asked while tugging at the edge of your shirt, but you were already nodding frantically before she even managed to finish her question. She helped you out of it, leaving you with no bra and only your skirt on.

The redhead leaned back a bit, admiring your now exposed body with a new kind of hunger in her eyes. Even though she had just seen it, she still couldn’t believe that you were real. After snapping out of her thoughts she attached her lips to your breast, taking her time with her caresses and giving both breasts even attention, before sucking one of your nipples into her mouth. She repeated her earlier actions almost identically, but that did not mean that you enjoyed it any less.

Her mouth always felt amazing on you, and you feared that every second her mouth or hands were not touching you, you’re going to miss that feeling. For now, though, you would just enjoy the moment and the sight of her on top of you.

Once she felt like she had worshipped your breasts enough she started to litter your stomach with wet open-mouthed kiss, making you shudder.

She hooked her fingers into your skirt and pulled down your skirt, removing your panties with them. Afterwards she slid down into the footwell, now kneeling between you spread legs. In her new position she continued her way down your body, leaving out your pussy, teasing you and starting to kiss along your thighs.

You started squirming underneath her intense attention, but Nat was quick to grab your thighs and spread you legs a little further.

Slowly, she was now nearing your pussy again and you could already feel her heavy breaths against your heat.

“I’ll eat you out now, sweetheart. That all right with you?”, she asked you and you were able to breathe out a weak ‘yes please’ and that was all it took for Nat.

She connected her tongue with your wet pussy and licked a stripe up your slit, making you moan and writhe underneath her. Tightening her grip on your thighs and holding you down she started to explore you, this time with her mouth and tongue rather than her fingers.

The redhead got lost in the taste of you, teasing you by circling your hole with her tongue before moving on again. It didn’t take long for her to have some mercy on you though, as she wanted to hear what other noises would come out of you.

She started to circle your clit, making you throw your head back. One of your hands found it’s way into her hair while loud moans were leaving your lips. Nat was working you so well, her tongue moving from your hole to your clit and then back again. She was driving you insane in the best ways possible.

You could slowly start to feel that coil in your stomach tighten and voiced so much, but the redhead just started to eat you out more vigorously. The noises the two of you made could have been straight out of a porn movie, the moans and whines escaping your lips, the obscene sounds of Nat’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She took one hand off your thigh and started to circle your entrance with one of her fingers while she was circling your clit only with the tip of her tongue. The new sensation drove you mad, and you were so so close.

When she then slipped one of her fingers into your tight hole you were done for. You tightened your grip on her hair and came with a shout of her name. Nat slowed down but still worked you through your orgasm, her finger massaging your inner walls while her tongue was moving over your swollen lips.

Once you released her hair and got your breathing under control again the redhead pulled away from you. You could see your slick covering here lips and chin. Not being able to control yourself you leaned forward and connected your lips with hers, tasting your own arousal on her tongue.

With one hand on her hip, you guided her back onto the seat, so she was practically lying on top of you. Your other hand started to grope her body before you pulled away from her lips.

“Now, let me return your favour!”, you told her sheepishly and she could only smile before you connected your lips again.

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sapphicsentbycyberlife · 7 months

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Leather/Latex with Natasha Romanoff

Kinktober Day One!

NATASHA ROMANOFF X FEM!READER

Word Count: 1.8K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Plus sized reader, leather, swearing, fingering (r!receiving), dom!natasha, sub!reader, aggressiveness, reader calls her 'mommy', inappropriate use of knives, kissing w/tongue

SYNOPSIS: You never felt like you belonged among superheroes and assassins. So when you bought a leather bodysuit just for fun, Natasha loses it.

DISCLAIMER: BANNERS MADE BY THE LOVELY @cafekitsune

Even before you had met her, there was just something about her that made you drawn to her… Maybe it was her way of being polite while also being distant? Or it was her ability to be strong even in times of pure crisis?

Well, you knew what you were thinking the first time you had seen her… she was so fucking hot that you forgot the entire city was collapsing around you. When you brought her up to your friends who were also part of the madness of New York in 2012, no one saw who you were talking about. Was she even real? The gorgeous redhead in a leather bodysuit that was most likely able to kill anybody if she wanted to.

Maybe you had been hit in the head. Maybe she wasn’t real…

And yet, here you were, inside of the Avengers compound with your “not real” girlfriend after everything that has happened since 2012… here you two were, in 2024, a year after Thanos’ attack, still together after disaster befell upon the world.

You always felt like you didn’t belong inside of the compound. Surrounded by secret service, superheroes, and assassins, in a world that was so foreign to you. But this wasn’t about you. You were here for Natasha. She needed you, and you would be a fool to leave her alone in her time of crisis. You loved your girlfriend and would do anything for her.

It didn’t stop the thoughts of feeling like you didn’t belong though… Maybe if you looked more like a superhero? Probably what brought on this dumb purchase you had made. The box was in pieces on your bedroom floor as you removed the black faux leather suit from inside, rubbing the material between your fingers and wishing you had more sense than this.

It was not easy to put it on. Your stomach kept sticking to the material at the worst possible times and you felt like you were going to pass out by the time you had pulled the front over your chest. The instructions said not to wear underwear of any kind, and to be careful when zipping up the front. You repositioned your breasts inside of the faux leather fabric and slowly pulled up the zipper, trying to calm your racing heart as you looked inside of the full body mirror.

You immediately had regrets about this. The shiny material felt odd on your skin, and the outline of your squishy body pushed against the leather, creating imperfect lines and really drawing attention to the fact that you wore clothing from the plus-size section of the stores.

Natasha always said how beautiful you were, and how much she loved how soft you were. Of course, you always had a hard time believing it… And wearing this dumb suit was not helping. Your heart began racing for a whole other reason and you felt angry with yourself for thinking it was a good idea to do this. You had to take this off before anyone saw—

The bedroom door opened, and you were petrified, standing as still as a statue. Natasha froze at the door, her hand on the knob and her face turning a slight shade of pink as she met your gaze and how your eyes looked so sad, and scared. Her heart pounded in her chest as she couldn’t keep her eyes up even if she wanted to.

“D-Don’t say anything!” You begged, dropping your gaze to the floor and seeing the dips in your hips through the bodysuit. You felt mortified. “I… I’m taking it off, it wasn’t a good idea, I just thought that- I mean I was thinking that I—”

“Stop,” Natasha said, standing up straight and immediately crossing the bedroom to get to you. Her heavy combat boots crushed the remains of the box on the floor, and it seemed like that was the last thing on her mind. “Don’t take it off.”

“N-Nat, come on,” You sighed. “I look ridiculous. I don’t… I can’t wear something like this—”

“I agree,” You looked up at Natasha, your face going slightly pale for a second. Did she also think that you looked ridiculous?! “I can’t let you out of this room looking like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I just—Mmppphh!” Natasha cut you off by grabbing the hair at the base of your scalp and pushing her lips down onto yours aggressively. Your spine connected with the bathroom door and you immediately went still as Natasha almost devoured you.

Her hands were everywhere. In your hair, sliding down your neck, reaching for the zipper on your front, very slowly pulling it down just enough for your cleavage to spill out of the gap between the leather fabric. “W-W-Wait, N-Nat, what is—”

The assassin broke away from your lips just long enough to look down at your chest and almost start drooling at the sight of you. Her left hand dug into the soft flesh of your hip as she leaned down and pressed a few little kisses against your neck. “No one else… gets to see this but me… You look too fucking good like this, princess.”

Your heart raced at her words, inner thighs trembling as she trailed her kisses down until she was licking at the space between your breasts and gently biting your soft flesh. This was the side of Natasha you hadn’t seen in a long time, not since the Blip.

Apparently, seeing you in leather was something Natasha didn’t know she needed until now. And she made sure you were aware of that. It only took a few seconds for her to be shoving you down onto the king-sized bed you shared with her, face first in the covers with your ass in the air, straining against the faux material. You were so embarrassed about this that the sound of a knife almost missed your senses.

“Hold still,” Natasha breathed as she leaned over your body for a second, kissing the back of your neck and tucking the blade into the fabric of your body suit. A part of you was upset… You spent good money on this, and she was about to destroy it? Fuck, Natasha was about to destroy it!

You behaved and submitted to the assassin as she sliced into the suit, cutting it from the middle of your back down to your pelvis, exposing all of you to her like she was your property. In a sick and twisted way, you were happy to be her property.

“Oh, princess,” Natasha gasped, tucking the knife away as she looked down at your bare slickness. “No panties? Naughty girl.”

“Y-You could s..see the lines in the suit… It looks b-better without them,” You tried explaining, grabbing at the sheets as Natasha slowly slid her fingertips across the crease of your inner thighs, noticing how your cunt was pulsing with excitement. The black fabric shined against your body and Natasha didn’t seem to have the patience to fuck around.

“You put this on… And didn’t think you would get fucked, princess?” Natasha wasn’t wasting time. Two of her fingers slid between your slick folds and immediately focused on your clit, rubbing your wetness in slow circles over the nerve bundle, making you quiver in place. Natasha noticed how your muscles and body contracted under the skin tight suit, and she wanted to see more of that. The rate she was switching between rubbing your clit, and then squeezing your ass with both hands, and then teasing your entrance, only to repeat the process, was driving you wild.

“N-Nat, p-please, I—” A quick slap against your pussy was enough to make you yelp and shove your whole face into the bed.

“What do you call me, sweetheart?” You hesitated, and when she slapped again, you yelped and immediately submitted.

“M-Mommy! Fuck, mommy, I can’t h…handle it, I need—ohmygoood!”

Natasha moved with a hunger you hadn’t seen in so long. Almost frantic as she readjusted her knees behind you and slowly pulled you back by the faux leather fabric and sunk two of her long, dexterous fingers inside of your wetness. You forgot how to breathe for a second, but Natasha didn’t give you any time to readjust before she was pushing her digits in and out of your cunt at a painfully high speed.

“This what you wanted?” Natasha breathed, leaning back and watching your ass bounce with every one of her movements inside of you. “Wanted me to see you in this… and fuck you senseless?”

How could you even form thoughts, let alone words? It became increasingly difficult to breathe properly with how fast she was moving her skilled fingers that she could use to kill a man, and now she was destroying your pussy with them! Your inner muscles squeezed around her and Natasha groaned at feeling your walls contracting. “So beautiful, sweetheart… My pretty girl.”

You weren’t given a warning before Natasha was grabbing the back of your suit and yanking you down onto the bed with her. She kept her fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of you the entire time and coaxed you into sitting down between her spread legs. Her boots felt heavy on the bed against your calves as you did exactly what she wanted.

“Open, all the way… that’s it, good girl,” Natasha wrapped one arm around your waist, just under your tits that were spilling out of the suit, while she pushed her elbow into your thigh to keep your legs apart. From this angle, you could look down and see just how hard she was stretching your cunt on her hand. “Making a mess, aren’t you?”

“Mommy,” You whined, tossing your head back for a second before you felt Natasha huff and reach up to grab your chin.

“No, you are going to look,” She scowled in your ear, breath hot enough to give you shivers. “You watch as I ruin your pussy. Watch yourself cum on my fingers. You understand me?”

You weren’t in any position to say no. At first, you simply nodded, but Natasha used her other hand to slap your clit and you yelped in beautiful agony. “Yes! Yes, mommy, I promise! I w-won’t look away!”

Natasha smiled, pushing her nose into your neck and feeling the flexible fabric pushing onto her own body. The way your flesh looked against the black, shiny material, and how your squishy tummy looked with all of your gorgeous curves and indents with the tight stitching. How the fat of your thighs was almost spilling out from the cuts she made and fuck, how your tits looked with each heavy breath you took, the zipper straining on your chest…

This was definitely not going to be the last time you wore this suit. Natasha would buy you 50 more if it meant she got to cut them off of you every single night. You looked so damn good in leather, even if it was fake.

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vampzxi · 1 year

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𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

preview: she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

a/n: THANK FUCK this fic is finally finished it was kicking my ass so bad. very sorry for the wait, i had a bunch of shit going on at home and with my mental in general( a nigga was struggling☠️). i'm a little better now, but i'll probably be extending my break until a little after the 15th (a nigga is graduating!! :P). also this fic did not turn out the way i thought it was going to...who wrote this ? like hello ? also this is kinda unedited. if you see anything wonky, shh. i love u guyth. saur much. ok sorry for the long ass author's note, nobody reading allat.

word count: 7k+ (fics getting longer and longer..)

tags: LOTS of teasing, like i was pissing myself off writing this…riri plays too much, fingering, (semi) public sex, masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex?, dom!riri, sub!reader, slightly bratty!reader, avenger!riri, (slightly) cocky!riri, overstimulation, pussy eating, (slight) ropebunny!riri, crying, dacryphilia (listen…), face sitting (riri receiving), strap slanger!riri, degradation, humiliation, praise, video taping, there’s a plot if you squint, riri’s chain makes me hard, hair pulling, (slight) slapping, riri being a big softie at the end, umm probably more that i forgot. whoopsi!

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ok ENUFF w that... here you guys go! enjoy ;P

“no goodbye kiss?” riri pretends to pout at you.

“you can kiss my ass on the way out,” you grumble, slamming the door, “get the fuck out my car.”

you walk over to the trunk and grab her luggage as she steps out of your car. “baby, what i do?” she yells over the airplane taking off.

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “you kept teasing me on the way here. you know ion like that shit,” you say, handing over her luggage.

she smiles and reaches out, "aw baby, don’t be like that. it’s so easy to get you worked up, it’s cute. come here.”

you roll your eyes again and embrace her tight, letting her firm arms squeeze your torso, “i’m tired of your ass.”

she presses a quick kiss on your forehead, “i love you too,” she rests her head on yours, “it’s only for a weekend.”

you groan, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart.”

“and i’m sure you’ll be aight without riri,” she pulls away and looks at you smirking, “you miss me already, huh?” you gasp as riri pushes you against the car, her playful eyes lingering on your lips.

“ri, don’t start-” she presses her mouth against yours, and a quick moan slips from you. you feel riri grin against you as she hears you, deepening the kiss. as her tongue slithers into your mouth, chills travel down your spine despite the humid air. the knot in your stomach tightens.

she lightly bites your bottom lip as she slowly breaks the kiss, her eyes never leaving yours, “riri…” you sigh, her lips traveling to your neck.

“‘sup, ma?” she nips at your neck, sucking the dark skin hard enough to leave a mark. the pet name makes your knees buckle as you lean against the car. riri’s calloused hands slide up your shirt and rub your sides as you gasp lightly.

“there’s people…,” you tuck a moan into your lip as she bites at your collarbone, “you’re gonna miss your flight-fuck,” she slips her hand down your waistband, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“i embarrass you, ma?” she inquires, her voice muffled by the skin in her mouth as she presses her teeth into it. your entire body heats up as she looks at you, expectant.

“no..i just-riri!” your words die in your throat with a whimper as she pushes her fingers against your damp panties, laughing at how you squirm under her.

“she’s so wet for me, haven’t even touched her yet,” she runs her finger up your slit as you hold back a moan, “she’s begging me to taste her, yeah? what you think, mama?”

you nod quickly as she continues to rub you through your underwear, whining every time her finger passes over your clit. “really? i can’t tell, she aint loud enough for me.”

“riri please…” you make eye contact with a man struggling with his luggage, and you quickly divert your attention, your face turning hot.

“i should eat her right in front of the airport,” riri uses her free hand to caress your cheek, and you lean into it as she applies more pressure to your clit, “let everyone know who she belongs to. let everyone know how needy she is. she’d like that, huh?”

“fuck, riri,” you moan. you’re grateful for the sound of airplanes passing overhead, because if not for them, surely the entire parking lot would have known riri’s name. “i don’t care, baby, please. i’ll make a big mess for you right here and let you do whatever you want. just..please, riri. i need you.” the band in your stomach tightens as you listen to her giggle.

“louder, baby.”

“FUCK, RIRI, PLEASE,” you grind on her fingers as they move along your underwear, ignoring the curious glances of passerbys.

she kisses you tenderly, making you melt under her lips. “hmm..what i tell you?” she murmurs into your mouth, “too damn easy.” she slides her hand out of your pants and pops her fingers into her mouth, swirling them around. “make sure you pick me up at 6 on monday, aight, ma?” the sight makes your pussy throb, but you just scoff as you watch, frustration overtaking your arousal.

“nah,” you push yourself off the car, fuming, “you got legs, nigga. you can walk.” she opens her mouth but you cut her off, pushing your finger into her chest, “matter of fact, use that fucking suit you always messing with. figure it out.”

your jabs do nothing but amuse her as she watches you climb back into the car. “so…no goodbye kiss?”

you shut the door and roll the window down, glaring at riri. truth was, you really did want to kiss her. but your frustration barred you from even thinking about it. “text me when your plane lands.”

“yes ma’am,” she sighs. she kisses her two fingers and places them against your temple. you watch her walk away with her luggage and so desperately want her to turn around. to turn around and yell “fuck the Avengers!!” and hop back into the passenger seat and kiss you until the windows fog. but she doesn’t. you sigh and shove the keys into the ignition and turn your music to 100, pulling out of the parking lot.

you open the door to your shared apartment, cringing at the silence. normally, ri would have her tunes playing, usually switching between Tyler, the Creator, Kehlani, Chief Keef, or Lauryn Hill. her inconsistent music taste always made your head spin, but now you yearn for it. if it wasn’t music, then she was sprawled on the bed, begging you to play just “one match” against her in Mortal Kombat or Smash Bros., knowing she would whoop your ass. you always gave in anyways, just to see the satisfaction on her face.

you drag yourself into your room and plop into bed, opening your phone. you haven’t checked it since you left the airport, too frustrated to even peek. you scroll through riri’s texts, your guilt building with every missed message you read.

you shoot her a quick “made it home, love you too,” and throw your phone into your pillows, groaning. she’s been edging you all day, building you up just to stop you from finishing. when you asked her why, she simply giggled and said, “to give you something to look forward to when i come back.” oh she pisses you off.

your mind wanders back to the airport. riri’s voice bounces around in your head, “it’s so easy to get you worked up,” and irritation builds in your gut. you think about the way her hands fit perfectly around your ass as she gripped it, her dull nails digging into your soft skin. you think about the way her fingers curled in you as you surrendered to her touch. you replay the moment in your mind, biting your lip. you embrace the familiar tug in your stomach, recalling the way riri’s fingers grazed you. your face turns hot as you clench your thighs together, breathing heavily.

you peel your jeans off and toss them in the corner. your hand slithers down to your wet front and you sigh as your clit finally gets the pressure it’s been waiting so patiently for. your fingers trace your slit through your wet underwear, your pussy begging for the release riri’s been denying you. her laugh echoes in the back of your mind as you push your panties aside, your arousal sticking to the fabric. you smirk, recalling how her breathing faltered when you would whine in her ear, the sound of your voice spurring her on.

you grab your phone and go back to riri’s messages, your fingers pressing the voice memo option before you can even think about it. as your phone starts recording, you slip your middle and ring fingers inside of you, moaning at how easily they slide in. you close your eyes and think back to riri, the thought of her listening to your moans sending shivers down your spine. you feel yourself getting wetter as you imagine riri's rough hands and tongue exploring every inch of you, imagining her whispers trailing up your spine, her mouth leaving marks on your neck. you drag your fingers in and out, the messy noises of your cunt filling the room. “fuck,” you groan into your mic as you curl your fingers into your g-spot. your hips buck under your hand as you pump them inside of you, dropping the phone on your chest. your other hand travels to your clit, pressing your fingers against the swollen bud. your back arches from the pressure, and another quick moan is stolen from your lips. you feel your body getting warmer as you get louder, giving in to the pleasure that's building up inside of you.

“riri…i’m so close,” you slip another finger in, whining as you speed up. you trace circles into your clit as groans tumble out of your mouth, rising in octaves. tears blur your vision as you near your edge, forcing yourself to go further. your gasps become shorter and quicker as you push yourself to your orgasm, “fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum! i’m cumming,” your head swims as your walls clench around your fingers, whining.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you release onto your fingers, the white liquid gushing onto your sheets. you slide your fingers out as your chest heaves. you bite your lip as you press send on the audio message, smirking. you don’t know when she’ll listen to it, but you know the thought of you touching yourself when she isn’t here will send her into hysterics. and you giggle at the thought.

you pick up your phone again and open the camera, flipping it so your face fills the frame. you look crazed, with your curls sticking to your forehead and your brown eyes dilated. you smile and press record, dragging your fingers into your dripping cunt again. you moan at the sensation, your jaw hanging open as you push your digits into your overstimulated pussy. you stare into the camera and bring your wet fingers to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around them. you lick your cum off of your fingers, grinning into your phone, “was that loud enough for you, mama?” you suck your fingers and swallow the last of it, winking into the camera. you stop the video and press send, watching until it says delivered.

you toss your phone onto the bed and step into the bathroom to clean yourself up. after a quick shower, you throw on one of riri’s shirts and step out and pick up your phone again, checking your messages. your stomach twists as you see 3 dots in the corner of your screen, indicating that riri was typing. you hop onto the bed again, grinning hard enough to make your face ache. your head spins as you anticipate her response. you can’t contain the giggles spilling out of you as you imagine her reaction to the attachments, but that smile quickly drops when the dots fade away. you blink at your screen, waiting for them to reappear. after 5 minutes of nothing, you groan and shut your phone off, burying your face into your hands.

irritation creeps up your spine as you stare at your phone. was she really icing you out? whatever. you didn’t care. or she was probably busy at work, actively saving people, instead of listening to her girlfriend fuck herself. duty calls or whatever. your mind races through explanations so fast that your head starts to hurt.

you sigh and stretch across your bed, sleep creeping its way behind your eyelids. your finger hovers over the call button, contemplating. her contact image smiles back at you, squeezing your heart a bit as you remember her in her first ironheart suit, where she was too excited to even sit still. you took the picture before she successfully completed her first test flight, her eagerness evident on her face.

you sigh and decide against calling her, figuring she was busy. thinking it’ll be better to wait til the morning. surely she was too preoccupied to even pick up. you roll over, burying your face into riri’s pillow, letting her scent trace the inside of your nose. you inhale the cocoa butter smell, letting it lull you to sleep.

bang!

you shoot up, sleep clouding your mind as you rub your eyes. you fumble for your phone and wince when the light hits your eyes. 3:17am. “hello?” you call out into the darkness, fidgeting with your hair. silence answers you, making you bite your lip. you slide out of bed and tiptoe to your closet, grabbing the vibranium gauntlet that riri somehow managed to swipe from shuri. you laughed at her when she told you to keep it, but now you’re silently thanking her as you creep into the living room. you slip the gauntlet onto your wrist, holding it out in front of you as you feel the faint hum of the vibranium travel up your arm.

you notice the door hanging ajar, and you stiffen, gripping the glove tighter. “i…i have a weapon!” you squeak out, heart racing, “wakandan, too! you don’t wanna fuck with me!”

a soft chuckle emanates from the couch, and you whip your head around, using the soft blue glow of the gauntlet to guide you. you point it to the figure shrouded in darkness that was sitting comfortably on your couch. “last warning,” you keep your distance from the figure, but you know the power of the gauntlet will reach them in seconds.

“babygirl, put that shit down before you hurt yourself,” her voice makes your blood run cold, but you also basked in the relief she bought, “you know you clumsy.”

“shit, riri what the fuck?” you turn off the gauntlet and throw your hands into the air, “i thought i was bout to end up on a fucking true crime podcast. what the hell are you doing here?”

“uh, i live here?” you roll your eyes as you reach for the light switch, flipping it on. the sight of her manspreading on your couch made your knees weaker. her red hoodie and matching sweatpants did nothing to help. “i figured i’d swing by ‘cause you missed me so much.”

you laugh, taking the glove off and setting it on the kitchen counter, “sure. what happened to being an Avenger? don’t you have babies to save, or whatever they do?”

she sighs and stands up, taking two swift steps to you. her R-chain glints in your eye as she stares down at you, smirking, “i’m sure the Avengers will be fine without ironheart,” you smile as she shoots your words back at you, “you’re so damn needy, couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

she reaches out and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. your cheek rests against her shoulder as you murmur, “i’m not needy.”

“you ain’t?” she reaches into her pocket, pulling her phone out, “you sure?”

you scoff and nod, “yo ass just wanted an excuse to come see me,” you pull away, “hold on, how’d you even get here?”

riri opens her phone, scrolling, “flew in that fucking suit you were talking about earlier…here it is,” she looks at you, her face unreadable, “ain’t this yo needy ass?”

you stare at her, puzzled, until the sounds reach your ears. amidst the panic of thinking there was an intruder in your home, you completely forgot what you had sent to riri. it all comes crashing back to you as your sultry moans emit from her phone, making your face hot. the noises of you playing with your wet cunt filled the room, your heavy breathing getting louder with each push of your fingers. “riri…i’m so close..” you hang your head, but riri grips your neck, forcing you to look at her.

“you was so vocal earlier…what happened, ma?” she turns up the volume, letting your voice echo through the living room. the splashing noises of you fucking yourself grow louder, along with your whines, as your gasps come through the mic. you press your thighs together, attempting to hide the arousal sliding down them.

the sounds end as you finish, and she shoves her phone back into her pocket, never breaking eye contact with you. her eyes boring into yours made you shiver, a smile playing on her plump lips. her hand tightens around your throat, and a moan slips from your mouth, “there it is.” her hand travels down to your underwear, prodding your clothed slit, “she’s so wet and i aint even touch her.”

your legs buckle as riri pushes against your clit, amusing herself with the way you lean into her. “fuck, ri,” you widen the gap in your legs, giving more access to your leaking cunt.

“hm?” she pulls her hand away, “what you want, ma?”

you’re too pent-up to put up a fight. you sigh into her shoulder, mumbling, “i want you, ri.”

riri’s hand returns to your underwear as she prods at your bud once more, making you whine into her ear. her jaw clenches as your whimpers fill her head, wanting nothing more than to see you crying under her as she sluts you out. but you had to earn it.

“use your words, mama,” riri moves your panties aside, sliding a singular digit into you with ease. your grip on her arm tightens as she slowly pumps her finger in and out of you, her brown eyes staring into yours.

“shit,” you tremble under her, “riri no more teasing, please. i need you to make me feel good. put me in my place. make me your bitch-i’ll take anything you give me, baby,” you throw your head back as she slips another finger in, her slow pace making your mind foggy, “fuck me, riri.”

“you gon’ be a good girl and make a mess for me, baby?” she quickens her pace, making it hard for you to keep your balance, “you gon’ let me tear this pussy up?”

you frantically nod, listening to riri play with your arousal. her eyes light up at the sight of her fingers disappearing into you, entranced by the sounds of your squelching pussy. “i’m your good girl, ri. i’ll do anything you tell me.” your walls clench around her fingers, eliciting a low groan from the back of her throat. the sound makes you quiver, hungry for more.

riri’s boxers are beyond damp as she listens to you. “so messy for me,” she kisses your head as she pulls her fingers out and you gasp at the absence of her digits inside you, “do me a favor, baby, and i promise i’ll give you what you want.”

you whine as she steps away from you and you stumble slightly, “you promise?”

“yeah, baby, i promise,” you smile as she cups your face and kisses you gently, her breath tickling your upper lip. your tongue runs across her bottom lip and she grins against you. riri speaks in between kisses,“i need these,” she tugs at your underwear, “gone. and this?” she pulls at the shirt hanging from your body, “never wanna see it again.”

you giggle, rocking on your heels, “but this is your shirt.”

“i’ll be ight. it looks better on the floor anyways,” she watches as you slowly pull the shirt over your head, her eyes fixed on your erect nipples. she resists the urge to step forward and squeeze and lick at the brown buds, but she reminds herself to wait.

you toss the shirt onto the floor, and your panties are next. the fabric is borderline glued to your wet cunt as you peel them off and toss them in the same corner as your shirt. you look back at riri, curling into yourself as she stares at you. it’s been around a year since y’all got together, but her gaze still makes you nervous. you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious.

“nah, baby, let me see you,” riri steps forward and moves your arms to your sides. her eyes fall to your chest again, and your breath falters as she reaches forward and envelops your nipple in her warm mouth. she groans under you as her other hand reaches up to fondle your other boob. you bite back a moan as you grip her braids, watching the way she kisses your chest.

“oooh! shit, ri,” she smirks as she bites on your nipple, making you wince. her wet tongue rubs over it, chasing away the sting she left.

she hums as she pulls away, leaving a spit trail connected to her lips and your nipple. her mouth travels to your neck, and she nips at it, adding to the collection of purple marks that already stain your brown skin. her hands cup your tits as she kisses behind your ear, “fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n,” her breath tickles your ear, and you shiver, smiling at the sound of your name. “i need you to go in the room and lay down, pretty girl. can you do that for me?”

“fuck you, ri” you gasp as you throw your head back and clench your thighs, the incessant buzzing between your legs driving you to tears.

as soon as ri stepped into the room, wearing nothing but her boxers, her R-chain, and a shit-eating grin, you knew she wasn’t done teasing you. “i’m making you work for this shit, you think i flew all the way down here just to give in to yo needy ass?” she chuckled, “you got me fucked up. hands above your head.”

“say that shit again, ma. i might just consider letting you go,” she uses her vibrator to apply more pressure to your clit, making your back arch off the bed. your hands squirm against your restraints as you cry out.

riri’s eyes are glued to your bloodshot ones, grinning so hard, you’re wondering how her damn face doesn’t hurt. “ri..fuck,” you pant, your sweat-slicked chest heaving, “i can’t. i’m gonna cum-ah!”

riri uses her free hand to slip 3 fingers into your puffy pussy, pumping at a rapid pace, “you can. and you won’t,” your overstimulated cunt clenches around her as she circles your sensitive clit with the vibrator, “not until you apologize.” a whimper tumbles out of your mouth as you buck your sore hips.

your eyes roll as another jolt of pleasure courses through you, making your stomach tighten. you grit your teeth in frustration as she bites at your trembling thighs, the stinging bringing you closer to your edge, “i..fuck!” you crane your head down, making eye contact with the grinning girl as her fingers continue to pound into you, “haah..kiss my ass.”

you smile weakly to yourself as you watch irritation cross riri’s face, “aight, bet,” she laughs, slowing her pace. you smirk as she pulls her fingers out, praying she’ll finally end the assault on your clit. but your prayers go unanswered as she increases the speed of the vibrator, making you flinch.

your voice cracks as she slips her fingers back into you, this time adding an extra one. she moans at the sound of you, relishing the way you crumble under her, “yeah, you was so big and bad earlier. what happened?” she curls her fingers into your sweet spot, and you can feel your orgasm starting to leak onto riri’s fingers.

“i’m sorry!” you wail, spit forming in the corners of your mouth, “ri, baby, i’m sorry! please, please, let me cum. i can’t hold it anymore.” hot tears cloud your vision.

“huh?” riri’s digits twist inside you, making your back arch once more. you wish your hands were free so you could smush that stupid ass grin off her face, “ian hear you, baby.”

“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry,” you start to babble, rutting your hips against riri, “i won’t do it again. i’ll be good. i was being needy because i missed you!”

riri’s fingers slow as she looks at you, “who’s my bratty girl?”

“i am,” you huff, the buzzing of the toy slowly creeping through your entire body.

“who’s pussy is this?”

“it’s yours, ri!”

riri hums and removes her fingers and the vibrator, making you sigh in relief. her lips gravitate to your swollen bud like a magnet, kissing it softly. “good shit, baby. let it out for me,” her tongue dances between your folds, “flood my shit.”

“fuck, i’m cumming, ri!” you squirm against your restraints and moan as riri’s fingers dig into your thighs, stopping them from closing as she licks you up.

her tongue grazes your clit and you squirt on her without warning, fat tears rolling down your face as your orgasm splashes onto riri. she opens her mouth, not letting a single drop go to waste. your arms burn from the strain of them hanging pathetically over your head as you struggle against them, watching riri continue to suck on your overstimulated cunt. “ri, baby-shit. i came, i came!”

“yeah.” riri mumbles into you as she sticks her tongue into your entrance, slurping you up. she eats you like your pussy is a drug, never stopping to come up for air. your legs twitch uncontrollably as she moans into you, the vibrations going straight to your core. she reaches up and tweaks one of your nipples, making your eyes cross.

your safeword is resting just behind your lips, ready to tumble out of your mouth, when riri presses one final kiss against your entrance and pulls away. “such a pretty pussy,” she coos, eyes locked on the wet spot on the bed, “could eat her all day.” your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, and your cunt throbs as you watch her suck the rest of your release from her fingers, her chain winking at you in the dim lighting as she sits up.

“let me go?” you mumble, head swimming. she finally looks back at you, taking in your blissed-out state. she smiles and kisses you deeply as you moan into her mouth.

“where you at, mama?” she looks down at you, concern swimming in her eyes, “just say the word, and i’ll run you a bath.”

while you would appreciate the warm water soothing the welts riri left behind, you also can’t get enough. you shake your head, “i..want more,” you look at her, a lazy smile playing on your lips, “wanna taste you,” you watch her bite her lip as she listens to you, “please, riri.”

riri rubs circles on your stomach, pecking your temple and humming, “you think you deserve it? have you been good?”

you nod quickly, “did so good for you…” she leans over you and reaches for the rope around your wrists, her low-hanging necklace brushing against your face.

as your arms are released, she gently takes your wrists and kisses them, alleviating the burn of your restraints. you sigh as you relax into riri, wrapping your arms around her. “thank you for being such a good girl baby,” she kisses you again, “you gonna let me sit on your pretty face?”

her words send shivers down your spine, and you whimper as you nod. “tell me how bad you want it,” she rubs her hands over your thighs, coaxing the plea out of you.

“please…riri. i wanna taste you so bad, i want you to smother me, i want your pretty pussy on my face. make a mess in my mouth and ruin me,” you babble desperately.

riri swallows a moan as she listens to you, trying to keep herself from becoming undone with just your words. “shit, ma. you got me so wet,” she admits, “you wanna see?”

she grins as you rapidly nod, giggling at your eagerness. her finger traces your belly button as she leans closer to your ear, her breath making your body quiver, “lay on your back for me, baby.”

“just sit down, ri,” you coo, her thighs straddling your face as her glistening pussy hovers above you, “please, mama.”

“say ahh for me,” riri’s voice barely registers to you, as you’re too focused on the line of arousal slowly trailing from her cunt, your breath catching in your chest as you suppress yet another needy whine. your attention snaps back to riri as she pops your thigh, the sting making you suck your teeth, “open your fucking mouth. you ain’t have a problem keeping it wide open earlier.”

“shut the hell up and sit down,” you mutter impatiently.

“i don’t know who the hell you think you talk-shit“ riri’s cut short by you as you push down on her waist, letting her drenched pussy fall into your mouth. an abrupt moan escapes her as your nose brushes her clit.

“shit, baby, right there,” riri throws her head back as you suck on her folds, savoring the way your tongue fits perfectly in her. she tastes better than anything you’ve ever eaten, like nectar to a bee. ambrosia to a goddess. she writhes above you as you lap her up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. your grip on her thighs tighten as her hips rock, letting her cunt slide across your face as she hums, “you like this, don’t you? needy slut.”

you dig your fingernails into riri’s thighs, leaving small, crescent-shaped marks as her insult sends a shudder down your spine. you look up at her, watching how her face contorts as your lips wrap around her swollen bud. her jaw hangs open as she continues to ride your face, her chain swinging with each rut of her hips.

“fuck, i’m bout to..” riri tries to bite back a whimper, but your ears catch it. you slide your tongue into her, drawing out a long moan from the prodigy on top of you. her thighs tremble as she grabs fistfuls of your curls, grinding her hot cunt further into your mouth.

“you gon let me flood your pretty face, baby?” riri smiles as you hum your confirmation, the vibration of your voice making her head spin, “let me cum in that dirty mouth, yeah?”

you look up at riri as you press sloppy kisses onto her pussy, relishing the way she bounces on your face. “fuck, baby. feels so good..shit!” her back arches as you gather her clit in your mouth once more, sucking on it, “im cumming! im-“

riri’s hands fly to her tits as she gropes them, riding her orgasm out on your face. you moan as you watch, maintaining eye contact with her as she creams in your mouth, the thick liquid coating your throat. her legs twitch as you continue to lick her clean, your tongue traveling over her folds. “aight, baby, i’m done, i’m done, fuck!” she cries out as you release your grip on her thighs.

riri lifts off of you and plops onto the bed, chest heaving, “how i taste, ma?”

you roll over and press a long kiss onto riri’s lips, hands trailing down her body. she moans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around you to pull you closer. her tongue slips into your past your lips, swirling around your mouth. you push your hips into her, your throbbing clit brushing against her leg.

riri grins against your mouth before rolling on top of you and bringing her knee up to your cunt, “you want me to keep going?” she laughs as you nod vigorously, “needy ass.”

she slides off the bed and walks into the shared closet, disappearing for a bit. you sit up as you watch her walk back to the bed with her most prized possession.

“where’d you get that one from, ri?” you watch as she steps into the harness of her strap, staring curiously at the purple-veined appendage.

“don’t worry bout it,” riri fastens the strap to her and looks up at you, mischief dancing in her eyes, “hand me my phone.”

you knit your brows in confusion as you reach for her long forgotten hoodie and fish out her phone from the pocket. you toss it to her, “for what?”

“you’ll see,” she smirks at you, “you already know what position i like you in. bend over.”

your eyes screw shut as riri aligns the strap with your hole, the tip brushing against your overstimulated clit.

“ri…please,” you mumble, squirming against the rope tied across your wrists once more. she uses one hand to dig her nails into your hip while she uses the other to stroke the tip between your folds.

“please what, baby?” riri coos, her voice dripping with disdain, “ask the camera. you had no problem doing it earlier.”

you shut your eyes tighter, mortification burning through your cheeks. riri had propped her phone up on the pillows in front of you after tying your hands behind you, letting them sit snugly on your lower back.

your eyes shoot open as riri’s hand slams down on your ass and you wince from the impact. “i know you heard me,” she grabs a handful of your curls and tugs at them, forcing you to stare straight at yourself in her phone camera, taking in your pathetic state. eyes puffy, tears staining your cheeks, your messy hair sticking up in various directions. riri takes pride in knowing she’s the cause of your current state.

her cold chain drags against your burning back as she leans over to whisper in your ear, “don’t act brand new. tell them how bad you want me to fuck your pretty brains out.”

panic seizes your chest as you crane your head away from the camera to look at riri, “‘them’? you’re gonna show this to people? what the fuck, ri?” you splutter.

“nah, i bet you would like that though, huh?” she chuckles, “wanna show everyone how much of a needy whore you are? want them to see how pretty you look when i fill you up?”

she turns your head back to her phone as you whine, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. “ri…”

your whimper makes her laugh, “speak up, babygirl.”

the way your nickname rolls off her tongue pushes you to the edge, “SHIT, ri. just fuck me, please. i want you inside me, fuck me stupid. i wanna feel y-“

your words die at your lips as riri rams into you, the tip of the strap brushing against your cervix. “you talk too much,” riri mutters as you cry out. you can’t form a coherent response as she continues to thrust into you at rapid speeds, her groans making you clench around the faux dick buried in you. “she’s so fucking tight for me..god.”

“you..you can feel me?” you struggle against your restraints and wince as the rope digs into your skin.

“yeah…was working on it before…fuck, mama keep squeezing my shit just like that!” riri gasps as she digs into your g-spot.

“YES, riri, right there,” you watch your body in the camera, shaking from the impact of her thrusts, “i can’t…hold it” tears swim in your vision, and you fight against them, “please let me cum..oh fuck!” you choke out a sob as her hand slithers to your neck and her fingers tighten around your throat.

“hold that shit,” ri’s says through gritted teeth as her pace becomes sloppy. your pulsating cunt continues to constrict around her, causing her to emit a low groan, “you look so pretty when you’re full of dick.” the corner of her mouth quirks up into a smirk as she listens to your whimpers, “now tell the camera how good i feel.”

“please, ri,” you whine. she tightens her grip around your throat as a warning, and you involuntarily moan. “shit, riri fucks me so good. she makes my pussy feel so good!”

“yeah, good shit, baby.” riri’s hips kiss yours as she continues to slam into you, her dick burying into your core. you feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar tug in your stomach becoming stronger with each push into your puffy pussy. riri bites her bottom lip as your walls tighten around her, making her eyes roll to the ceiling, “can i fill this you up, mama? you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?”

riri knocks into your g-spot and you finally let your tears fall as you moan, “YES, riri. please fill me up. flood my shit, baby!” your voice cracks as you yell, desperately wanting to break free of the rope binding your wrists.

“oh my god..are you fucking crying?” riri looks at your wet cheeks and scrunched face as she pumps into you. she removes her hand from your neck and grips your curls, turning your tear-soaked face around to look at her. she leans forward and presses her tongue flat against your cheek, letting the salty fluid settle on her tastebuds as she moans. “you see how lame you look? you’re so goddamn needy,” she smirks, dragging her tongue across your cheek, “i knew i couldn’t leave you alone for long.”

“ri…i’m so close-please,” you blubber, “been so good..for you.”

riri resumes her rapid pace and you chomp down on your bottom lip. “yeah? who’s the only one that makes you feel this good?”

“you, riri, only you!” your eyes cross as her palm smacks your ass, with riri fascinated by the way it jiggles.

“who’s pussy is this?” riri’s chest heaves, her pounding becoming erratic. her orgasm is quickly approaching, but she wants to watch you become undone first.

you scream in response, your back arching as you squirt onto riri. your release splashes on her as you moan, throwing your head into the sheets. “shit, baby, im..fuck, i’m about to cum!” riri groans, digging her fingernails into your hips, “ke-keep squeezing me like that. wanna feel your pretty pussy.”

“fill me up, ma,” you plead, throwing your ass back on the Avenger, “please, baby! wanna feel yo-”

“shut up!” riri says with a snarl as she shoves her fingers in your mouth, making you clench as she gags you. riri moans, throwing her head back as she drills her strap deeper into you, “fuck, baby. just like that! i’m…i’m bout to..”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as her seed shoots into your cunt, relishing the warmth that fills you. you bite down on her fingers and moan in sync with her, relaxing your body.

as she pulls out of you, her creamy release pours out of you, dripping onto the sheets. you collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily as your eyes flutter closed. riri chuckles and steps peels the strap off, tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room. she rubs small circles into your back and places her lips on yours, kissing you deeply. “you did so good for me, my beautiful girl,” you smile at the compliment, feeling her scatter sweet kisses across your face.

“can you walk, baby?” she asks softly, starting to untie the rope at your hands. you don’t even have the energy to talk, much less stand. riri understands your silence and let’s out a soft laugh, rubbing your wrists and easing the ache that your restraints left behind.

“i’m gonna run you a bath, then i’ll be right back,” you nod drowsily as she presses another kiss to your temple and walks to the bathroom, humming. you envy her endurance, the way she’s able to bounce back after leaving you strewn out across the bed. you turn your head, watching the muscles in riri’s back shift with each step. riri disappears into the bathroom and you let the sound of running water lull you to sleep.

“you never answered my question,” you say as riri plays in your wet curls as your back lays against her chest. you’re positioned between her legs in the tub, letting the smell of the floral bubble bath and the sound of Raveena’s Still Dreaming surround you as you lean into her touch.

“you ask a lot of questions, baby,” riri chuckles and slides her hands to your thighs and starts to rub them. you relax into her, relishing the sensation of her fingers kneading into your soft skin.

you roll your eyes as she massages your legs, “okay, yeah, but you never told me where you got that strap from,” you huff, “like what was that?”

riri’s hands falter slightly at your question, but she catches herself and resumes rubbing your thighs. you pretend not to notice. “it, uh..” she sighs, “don’t laugh.”

“why would i laugh?” you scoff, turning your head to look at her.

“cause yo ass always giggling about something,” ri swats at you, and you smile, “don’t try and hold it back now. look at you, always ready to laugh at someone.”

“just answer the question, ri,” you say impatiently. riri sighs and moves her hands to your shoulders, gripping them firmly.

you sigh and melt into her touch as she rubs circles into your shoulders, “it’s just a project i’ve been working on for a minute,” riri’s hands glide down your back as she rubs your sides, “it started as a joke, but when i met you...i guess i actually had a reason to finish it.”

you bite back a giddy giggle as you turn around in riri’s lap, looking at her. she stares back at you, her eyes gleaming. your chest grows warm as you watch her smile, her perfect set of teeth on full display. “i told you not to laugh,” she pushes a curl from your head.

“i know, i’m sorry, baby,” you plant a kiss onto her forehead, “you’re just so fucking smart, like damn. how’d you even come up with that?”

riri’s eyes widen at the compliment as her grin grows wider. you know how self-critical she is towards herself, so watching her become undone with a simple compliment makes you melt. “thank you, mama,” she reaches up and grips your chin, her wet palm pulling you towards her lips. she kisses you fondly, relishing the way your arms wrap around her waist. the music and the smells fade around you as you get lost in riri’s touch, committing the way she tastes to your memory.

you shiver under her and riri breaks the kiss, leaving your lips cold. you pout at her and lean in for another one, missing her warmth. but she softly pushes you away, “the water’s getting cold, baby,” she smiles, “come on,” she motions for you to get out of her lap.

you climb out of the tub as she lets the water out, watching the bubbles disappear down the drain. you turn around, and riri startles you by wrapping you in a towel and throwing you over her shoulder. you shriek, swinging your feet and laughing, “ri!!”

laughing, she flips you onto the bed and kisses you, intertwining her fingers with yours. you giggle into her mouth and throw the blanket over your naked bodies.

riri groans as her phone starts to ring, breaking the kiss. “hold on, baby, i think that’s work.” you roll your eyes and huff as she reaches over to grab her phone, putting it on speaker. “yeah?”

“riri, where the hell have you been?” smooth xhosa comes from the other side of the line, “you left without saying anything…again.”

“hey, shuri,” riri runs her hands through her braids, “i uh…” she looks at you smirk, “family emergency?”

“i didn’t get this primitive device just for you to lie in my face,” shuri sighs, “hi, y/n.”

your eyes widen as riri rolls hers, “she ain’t even here, you trippin.”

“hi,” you say, giggling when riri scowls at you.

“right. anyways,” you can practically hear shuri’s eye-roll through the screen, “fury’s pissed and he has kamala and me out looking for you. i’ve been trying to cover for your ass but we need you. kamala’s getting annoying.”

“yeah. i’ll be there tomorrow,” riri ignores you when you swat at her arm, frowning, “tell fury i’m busy. ion even need to be there, for real, but aight.”

“yeah, okay,” shuri sighs, “he’s gonna chew you out for missing patrols again.”

“man, ion give a fuck,” riri laughs, “but i’ll hit you back later?”

“yeah. bye, riri. bye, y/n. don’t keep her up too late.” before you can object, shuri hangs up the phone.

“‘be back tomorrow?’” you cross your arms and pout, your frown growing deeper as riri laughs.

“baby, i’ll be back the night after,” riri scoots closer to you and spoons you, letting your hair tickle her nose, “and then no more trips for the rest of the year, unless it’s with you.”

“good.” you smile, relaxing into her arms.

“so fucking needy,” she whispers, laughing and kissing your cheek.

you both drift off to sleep together, with riri snoring softly. riri ended up oversleeping, causing her phone to constantly go off with calls from nick fury, shuri, and even kamala. both of you were oblivious, too busy snoozing in each other’s arms.

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