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the arrangement, part 2 | natasha romanoff

synopsis: part 2 to the arrangement // the happy ending for those who love natasha as much as i do :)

natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 4.1k words

a/n: let me know your thoughts, and i hope this warms your heart that there are happy endings in this world too!

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a month after yelena’s wedding, natasha approached you for a talk that turned your life upside down. she explained that when you left after the slow dance and bucky found someone new to play with, a woman had approached her, and asked her to dance. one thing led to another, and she was now asking for your permission to stop whatever arrangement the both of you were having, because she had wanted to make the woman her girlfriend.

you scoffed internally, almost. asking for permission, natasha had always been too considerate for your feelings. even when she was pursuing someone else, she had wanted to make sure that you were fine with it.

and how could you not be? you were the one who rejected her advances, kept a safe distance, respected her rules, after all. you were the one who let her go, first.

so you swallowed the rising bile and resentment in your throat then, gripping the rails of the emergency staircase she had chosen to speak to you in harder, until your knuckles turned white, and nodded convincingly.

“of course,” you had said, as nonchalantly as you could. don’t make this weird. don’t make this harder for yourself than it should be. “of course, we should stop.”

“oh, thank you,” natasha said in relief, before instinctively pulling you close to kiss your cheek. it was only when her lips landed against your skin that she froze, and immediately pulled away, “i…should probably stop that now, too.”

you smiled sadly. “yeah, you should.”

she cleared her throat. you hugged her goodbye to save her the awkwardness. then, just before she shut the door to the emergency exit, you called, “natasha?”

she left the door open, head turning back to you, almost as if giving you a second chance. almost as if letting you say what you truly wanted to say, to fight for her instead of letting her go just like that. but you could only say, “i hope she treats you well, and i hope you’re happy.”

“i hope so too.”

–

you first met natasha’s girlfriend at a cafe, two weeks after the staircase incident. you had returned from a run with a friend, the very same friend that you had told about your not settling down, the very same friend that you then told how much you regretted those words, a day after yelena’s wedding.

both of you waited for your coffees by the counter, but when a voice called out your name, you could instantly recognise it even from a mile away.

your friend tried to hide his snicker as you made eye contact with natasha, who was just leaving, with a woman behind holding her hand. then you saw the reason why he did. she looked just like you.

you tried to hide your shock as natasha came in for a side hug, you awkwardly patting her back. “hi.”

your eyes drifted to the woman behind, and you offered her your hand, “you must be…”

“...emily,” she told you. you realised natasha hadn’t even told you her name, “and you must be natasha’s best friend.”

“oh, i wouldn’t–”

“–she speaks very highly of you, so, i know.”

you snuck a look to natasha, who shrugged unconvincingly. she looked rather uncomfortable, even though she had been the one to approach you first. she must have known you would notice, and you were sparing her the embarrassment of asking why her girlfriend looked just like you.

instead, you muttered a thanks to the redhead, and turned your attention back to her girlfriend, “well, i’m just glad she hasn’t chosen to speak about all the embarrassing things i do, as well.”

she chuckled, and natasha smiled back at her. you tried to hide your hurt from the gesture, turning back to the barista who had prepared your drinks. it was your cue to leave first.

“it was nice meeting you, emily,” you said, then looking at natasha again, “and i’ll see you around, natasha.”

she noticed you stopped calling her natty.

–

yelena invited the both of you over for lunch at her new place one day, and when you asked if natasha would be bringing her new girlfriend, yelena was kind enough to tell you she was, allowing you to mentally prepare yourself.

“please never forget that this is all your fault,” the blonde said, shutting the oven door as she peeked over your shoulder. you were helping her prepare said lunch, arriving an hour earlier to cook the pasta that she and natasha both loved. “you fumbled my sister. i tried to help you.”

you stopped stirring the sauce for a minute, before admitting, “i am happy for her.”

“no, you’re not,” yelena quipped, and you almost threw your spatula at her, “but you try to be. because that’s the kind of person you are. and while natasha may find that terribly endearing, i find it incredibly stupid and frustrating.”

“...not anymore.” you said under your breath, but yelena caught it.

“what was that?”

“not anymore,” you clarified, “she doesn’t find it endearing anymore.”

“like i said, your faulttt!” she trailed off, walking to retrieve more ingredients from her garden.

but then, natasha arrived without her girlfriend, almost two hours late. you knew natasha couldn’t stand being late.

yelena asked her about it before you did. you thanked your lucky stars the woman had such a busybody for a sister.

the tension in her shoulders, and the slight furrow in her eyebrows gave away the lies she was saying, when all she could come up with was, “she was busy. had a last-minute thing.”

you chose to look away when she made eye contact with you, returning your attention to the other guests.

–

but when the lunch stretched into the evening and the other guests had begun to leave, you noticed natasha’s sadness hadn’t dissipated, and it was only left with you, her, and yelena in the house.

you wanted to make sure she was fine, as you accompanied her outside on the porch when she promptly got up to get “fresh air”.

“what’s bothering you?” you kept a safe distance, leaning against the side of the front door as natasha sat on the wooden bench.

she let out a soft smile. “there’s no hiding from you, huh?”

“i’m your best friend,” you replied. she nodded, defeated.

“i was just…a little annoyed that i waited for her to pick me up for nearly two hours, but she never came. i mean, it was fine if she couldn’t give me the lift, but i would’ve appreciated her telling me earlier, rather than cancelling and leaving me stranded at the last minute. and i wanted her to meet you, and yelena, properly, too. too bad she had a work commitment.”

you unfolded your arms, moving to sit beside her then. she looked like she needed the company. but natasha was strong, and she wasn’t so ready to show herself so vulnerable so soon. “but it’s stupid, it’s just a small thing. i’m okay now, and i really liked your pasta earlier.”

“i cooked extra and packed them into leftover containers for you. there should be enough to last a few more meals.” you replied. natasha’s smile looked genuine for the first time that day, upon hearing your words.

you brought her in to rest her head on your shoulder. she sighed at the comfort of your perfume. it was one she missed inhaling dearly. rubbing her back then, you told her, “next time, if you need a lift, anytime, anywhere, just call me. i’ll come pick you up, no matter what.”

she never had to doubt or second-guess your words. you kept your promises.

–

natasha’s girlfriend showed up during the friendly bowling night that steve organised, you noticed, as the pair arrived an hour later than even tony, which was a feat.

“sorry,” emily was the one who apologised, although she looked anything but apologetic, face hiding a proud grin, “we got busy in the car.”

you were the only one in the group who didn't participate in the raucous boo’s and eww’s, instead turning your attention to counting the number of balls the team needed for the game. natasha looked almost embarrassed at the confession. she never was one to enjoy making her affairs public with others.

–

halfway through the night, in the lane next to yours, natasha hit a strike for the first time in her life. you knew, as you caught her jumping excitedly mid-air and pointing towards the knocked down pins to her girlfriend. however, in response, the woman only gave her a half-hearted thumbs-up and returned to scrolling on her phone. she didn’t seem to acknowledge her girlfriend’s achievement at all.

you turned an annoyed look at her, before your eyes found natasha, and she smiled at you, shrugging sadly. you immediately went over and congratulated her.

“that was incredible,” you said excitedly, giving natasha high five.

she didn’t look convinced. “yeah, i think i got lucky.”

“even so, you looked so cool,” you reassured her, “i definitely was jealous.”

she let out a small chuckle at your words.

later on in the game, where the rounds had all bled into one long match and people were growing restless, natasha’s girlfriend got up to buy them drinks upon her request. maria elbowed you to talk to natasha alone for the first time that night, but you didn’t want to start anything you weren’t sure her girlfriend was comfortable with, even though natasha was left sitting alone in her own lane, eyes trained on you to walk up to her as well. you only gave a small wave.

you watched as her girlfriend returned after a while, handing natasha a blueberry soda, and cringing at the fact that you knew natasha didn’t like blueberry.

“can we exchange it?” you heard natasha whisper, but her girlfriend wasn’t so kind.

“it all tastes the same anyway, why can’t you just drink it? i paid an overpriced amount for that, you know?”

you suddenly felt the urge to punch the living lights out of the woman, hearing what she said. you wondered why, when you were never a violent person before. perhaps the resigned look on natasha’s face played a vital part in your own feelings, as she nodded numbly and sipped the soda that she oh-so-didn’t enjoy.

when her girlfriend had returned to hitting the pins again later on, you took the opportunity to leave your own team for a moment, ordering an extra cherry coke under the guise of buying your own snacks.

you handed it to natasha as you came back, sneakily taking her blueberry soda away from her and throwing it in the trash nearby. you gave her a small wink, but the woman looked like she was ready to risk it all for you then.

–

it was emily who reached out to you first, regarding a six-month anniversary gift for natasha. you hardly believed it had been six months since natasha had broken your heart with another; it felt like time hadn’t moved at all.

you agreed to it, accompanying her to the mall to look for things to get the love of your life and “just a girlfriend” to emily.

“anything in particular you’re looking for?” you asked. emily didn’t know. it was clear she had never gotten a gift for natasha in the duration that they’ve been together. you swallowed the annoyance down; different people had different ways of showing their love, you guessed.

she stopped outside a jewellery shop, and said, “she has this necklace she’s been wearing since before i even met her. small one, with a flower pendant on it. it looks cheap, don’t you think? i should get her a new one.”

you struggled to hide the hurt and offence you took from her comment. “well, if she likes it enough to keep wearing it, i don’t think it should be an issue.”

“you’re right. and a necklace is too expensive, anyway. i don’t think i’m ready for that kind of commitment yet,” she joked. you wondered why she would say that, when natasha had told you she was a successful banker.

“six months is a pretty big commitment, no?” you stayed outside the shop, when she had clearly walked a bit of a distance away. she turned, chuckling at you.

“i don’t know. i just don’t…feel it yet, that connection. i’m pretty sure natasha hasn’t either. oh well.”

you caught up to her, sighing. “come on, emily. you need to start treating her better, because if you don’t, someone else will.”

she stopped, turning to look at you, still the amused smirk on her face. “didn’t realise you were so protective over her. if you wanted her so bad, just take her off my hands then, jeez.”

it had been a joke, but the way emily had regarded natasha as something more of a possession, an object, than an entire person who was perhaps the best thing that can happen to a person like her, had you seething in rage as you went home later that day.

–

“your girlfriend’s an absent asshole.”

“come on, she’s not that bad.”

“but she is.” you sat up then, readjusting natasha’s head position on your lap, looking over her. she had been crying, mascara lines down her cheeks and dried tear stains on her face.

emily had stood her up for the third consecutive date after their six-month anniversary, on top of the shitty grocery store box of chocolates she had given to the woman.

you had picked her up from the restaurant she was supposed to be at for her date earlier, when natasha called you in the middle of a work meeting, crying that she was afraid she had been stood up stupidly, yet again. your hands had been shaking with fury as you drove to where she was.

natasha rolled halfway to wrap her arms around your waist. “maybe i’m just expecting too much. maybe i was expecting from her…what i received from you, when we had that arrangement back then.”

there was a lump in your throat, as you answered, “you are not too much, and you shouldn’t be too much, for the people who love you, natty. and you know i want to so badly respect your relationship, you know i have been the most patient, out of all our friends, in giving emily a chance, but i cannot sit here in good conscience and tell you it is okay for her to keep treating you like she has been treating you.”

there were tears in the material of your shirt then. natasha had hidden her face in your comfort. “...i miss us. what we had, what we were, back then. can’t i just go back to that time, the last time i was happy?”

you continued running your fingers through her hair, staying silent. it was best to stay silent.

natasha then looked up at you. “don’t you miss it too?”

she saw you look away. you didn’t want to face her then, and it broke her heart. “...i do. but i don’t wish to go back there.”

“why?”

the fingers in her hair stopped their ministrations. your body stiffened. it was right at the tip of your tongue, what you wanted to say. natasha deserved to hear it from you first, at least.

“because i broke our arrangement first.”

natasha had her hand holding your face now. you sighed into it, wondering if this was what friends did. “what do you mean?”

“i caught feelings for you, i’m sorry.”

the hand on your face was still there when you shut your eyes, choking down the sobs that had wanted to overflow. it was still there when natasha got up from her position in your lap, sitting on you then, it was still there when she brought her other hand onto your face, and pressed her lips against yours.

when you dared open your eyes again, she was still there. she hadn’t been a figment of your own imagination. and she was smiling at you, soft, unsure.

“oh i had feelings for you too.”

your first thought had been oh god, what a relief, which morphed into really? and then, we wasted so much time.

“why didn’t you tell me?” she frowned.

“i didn’t want to ruin what we have. i didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“i wish you hadn’t been so considerate.”

“i wish i hadn’t been either,” your gaze cast downwards, you were cruelly reminded that natasha wasn’t yours. not then, not now. she still had a girlfriend to return home to. “if i hadn’t…i probably would have the opportunity of loving you right now.”

natasha nodded in agreement. “you would have.”

then, you confessed, “is it bad to wish for you to not be with emily? you don’t know just how much it hurts me, seeing her treat you the way she does; not when i know i could treat you, and love you, so much better.”

you let out an uneasy smile as natasha laughed through her happy tears, “oh, i was planning to break up with her anyway! an absent lover, an even worse girlfriend.”

the shared smiles and laughter between the both of you awakened the butterflies that had long been dormant in your stomach again. “and after which, i’ll ask you, officially ask you, to be my girlfriend.”

“you better.” natasha said, nuzzling her face to your neck as she hugged you tightly.

–

you waited for natasha as she met up with emily one last time, and after a few tearful exchanges and goodbye hugs, the redhead was already jumping back into your car, gazing lovingly as you reached out for her hand, thumb grazing over hers while you drove away.

it was movie night at yelena’s, and the two of you took up the last two empty seats at the far-end of her sectional sofa. you asked natasha briefly if she was feeling a little sad at the breakup, and what six months of her life with emily had been reduced to, but all she could tell you was that she felt guilty, that she had spent the past six months trying to picture someone else as you, but also thankful, that those months had been put to an end. she then draped the two of you with a blanket she stole from yelena, holding your hand underneath it.

thor took the seat beside yours, steve took the floor, and when everyone was settled in, the movie played.

natasha rested her head on your shoulder halfway through the movie. you guessed she didn’t really care if anyone saw it by then, perhaps everyone knew. and when her breathing slowed and the climax of the movie dwindled, you noticed she had fallen asleep, her arms now around your waist once more, cuddling into you. you readjusted the blanket to keep her warmer.

when the credits began to roll and everyone had gotten up, however, you were still frozen in place, refusing to move. at tony’s questioning look, you could only mouth “i don’t want to wake her” before you were met with eye rolls from the rest and yelena taking a photo of natasha’s drooling face.

an hour passed and natasha still hadn’t awakened, so yelena gave in and told you the two of you could use the guest room in the house to crash for the night. you felt the need to explain to her that natasha had broken up with her girlfriend, and that you weren’t trying to take advantage of her sister, and that–

“–i know, i know,” she cut you off, holding up a hand, “i trust you, you know my sister better than anyone else. just…take care of her, okay?”

you thanked her, and began carrying natasha up the stairs, still asleep in your arms. “and don’t let her drool on my new silk sheets, please!”

–

you once again helped natasha remove her makeup and washed her face before bed, and when she felt the coolness of the wet washcloth on her skin, her eyes slowly opened, revealing the emerald green orbs underneath. you didn’t need to deny that the green in them always left you a little breathless any longer.

sleepily, she let out a smile, and pulled you in closer to her. “i love it when you take care of me.”

“and i would happily do it for the rest of my life.”

you snuggled in next to her when you were done, pressing a kiss to her hairline. but before you could drift off to sleep, natasha poked you in the ribs and asked, “when are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

you faked contemplating for a moment, and the poke to your ribs this time came harder. “so impatient, my love.”

“i think i’ve been very patient. i waited for you during our arrangement, waited even longer when i was with emily, i want to be with you now. i can’t stand a second longer not being yours.”

your heart could burst with just the love you had for this woman. so you held her hand, pressed it to your heart, and earnestly asked, “fine, then. natasha romanoff, would you make me the happiest woman alive, and be my girlfriend?”

she transferred your intertwined hands to her own heart. “yes, yes, yes, please.”

the bed erupted into a fit of giggles and soft kisses as the both of you embraced each other then.

–

natasha announced your relationship officially to the rest of the team a few days later. she claimed she hadn’t wanted to hide anymore, and that she was very lucky to have the privilege of being by your side. you supported her during her confession, holding her close and peppering her in kisses after, as the team congratulated the both of you.

the both of you showed up together to the wedding of another friend. and this time, you slow danced with her to all the songs there were. you didn’t leave early, your body was in sync with hers the whole night, and you carried on the celebrations to the hotel room you both shared. you absolutely loved natasha romanoff, and you didn’t have to hide it anymore. you proudly told everyone you knew, you showed it to everyone who didn’t know.

you brought natasha out on dates weekly, no matter how busy either of you were, no matter what the occasion was. some dates even included just you and her cooking in her apartment, relaxing into the night with a bottle of wine and dreamy conversations until either one of your hands travelled too far and began the initiation for making love. and when natasha suggested moving in together precisely because of those dates, you weren’t afraid, or reluctant at all. you welcomed the idea with open arms.

the domesticity of sharing a life with natasha wasn’t boring, and the repetitiveness gave you a sense of comfort and a safe haven to come back to after long days. you would cook for her, she would clean the house, and when the both of you were tired, you would give her massages and she would wash your hair in the bath together. it was a life the both of you had dreamed of when you thought of a lovely, ideal one.

and when there were fights, there were fights. but you were too soft-hearted for the woman you loved, and after each fight, you would crawl back into her arms and beg for her forgiveness if you were in the wrong. when she was in the wrong, you would do so regardless, with her then apologising as well for her mistakes. it was natural, and normal between the two of you. you refused to let fights simmer or last overnight, and natasha was thankful that you were so kind to her even when you were so angry.

–

more than a year later, the very same friend had asked you again if you had any thoughts about marriage, since you were with natasha now.

the both of you had been looking around for an anniversary gift for natasha, and you had passed by the shop where you first bought her the necklace with the flower pendant. the very same necklace that she had never taken off ever since.

there, lay a brand new line of engagement rings. and when you were just about to walk away and shrug and avoid his question, a particular one caught your eye. it had a jade as green as natasha’s eyes. it would fit on her finger so well.

you looked back at him, and he was already grinning at you. he laughed, patting your back, and told you he knew you would be taking back the words you said to him that day.

“fine, i am ready to marry her now.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel cinematic universe #angst with happy ending

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crappy-writings · 3 months ago

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Right, so, what if I were to say I have a 6 page draft for both Vamp and Werewolf reader, each with multiple endings?

I have the faintest idea of a monster hunter!Nat x vampire!reader or maybe werewolf!reader fic

Maybe they were a monster hunting duo and reader gets bit. Instead of telling Nat, they just disappear and Nat thinks the reader died. Few years later, Nat takes up a contract to kill a creature that’s been stalking a local town. Nat tracks them down and is about to kill the creature until she realizes who it is. Fic is placed in medieval-ish times. Unspoken feelings, some angst.

#natasha romanoffxreader #natasha x reader #natash romanoff x reader #monster hunter au #marvel fanfic

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redroomreflections · 9 months ago

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II HANDS II HEAVEN 2

Notes: I listened to Beyonce's album and wanted to write something to this song

Summary: Natasha Romanoff and Reader reluctantly team up for a couples retreat mission. Despite initial resistance, they find themselves drawn together by unexpected circumstances and shared experiences.

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w/c: 4.5k

Hour 1:

The soft click of buttons being pressed echoed all around you as you searched for a suitable station. The radio's static hissed between each channel, punctuating your frustrated tsk of disapproval.

"Why can't you keep it on one thing?" Natasha's voice broke the silence, her annoyance noticeable. It was the first thing she had said to you thus far. She was committed to the cold and unimpressed demeanor.

"I haven't heard a good song so far," You grumbled, settling back into your seat. "I'm bored. Do you have Spotify?"

Natasha shook her head curtly, her response brief and to the point.

"Okay, Apple Music then?" You pressed, determined to find a solution to your boredom.

Natasha's expression remained unchanged as she replied with another terse shake of her head, making it clear she wasn't interested in engaging in conversation.

"You do know you'll have to talk to me at some point?" You asked, turning to face Natasha, hoping to elicit some kind of response from her.

"I dread the moment it comes," Natasha mumbled, her tone tinged with a hint of resignation as if speaking more to herself than to you.

"Are you always this rude and cold to your teammates, or do you reserve that for me?" you tilted your head, your irritation beginning to bubble to the surface.

"I treat everyone according to their merits," Natasha replied evenly, her expression unreadable.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You frowned.

"It means I assess each situation and act accordingly," Natasha replied cryptically, her gaze steady.

"Okay," You whistled, a hint of frustration in your tone. "I'm not a fan of kissing ass, so I guess we won't ever talk then." With a resigned sigh, you turned to look out of the window, feeling drained by the interaction. Despite your initial excitement about joining missions and working with Natasha, the reality proved less than enjoyable.

Hour 3

Three hours with no good music or anyone to talk to. For the average person, it might break them. Not literally, but it's difficult to remain silent for such an extended period. However, for two spies, the task is easy. Natasha keeps her eyes steady on the road, her hands firm on the wheel, and the gas pedal at an easygoing pace. She's actually a decent driver, not that you expected anything less.

Conversely, you have resorted to counting the cell phone towers you encounter along the road. That, and the number of horses you see. It's a mundane task, but it helps pass the time as the miles stretch endlessly.

"I'm not the enemy," You said softly, breaking the silence again.

At first, it seemed that Natasha hadn't heard you. Her posture remained unchanged, giving no indication that she had acknowledged your words.

"I said I'm not the enemy," You repeated, a note of frustration creeping into your voice.

"Really? I read your file," Natasha shrugged, her tone matter-of-fact. "It doesn't paint exactly a friendly picture."

"That was supposed to be private," You raised a brow, feeling a twinge of frustration at the breach of privacy.

"As if they would allow someone like you on the team without warning all of us," Natasha pointed out, her gaze still fixed on the road ahead.

"Someone like me," You repeated, tasting the words on your tongue. It didn't sit well with you. "They allowed someone like you on the team and turned out just fine."

Natasha's expression remained impassive as she glanced briefly at you before returning her focus to the road. "Actions speak louder than words," she replied curtly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Really? How much did you have to clean from your ledger before they finally saw you as one of them?” You asked.

Natasha's reply was a simple, nonchalant shrug, but her silence spoke volumes. It was clear from her demeanor that she wasn't fond of you, and you could sense the tension lingering between you like a heavy cloud. Despite your attempts to make things a little less tense between you, Natasha's guarded stance remained unchanged, leaving you with the unsettling feeling that maybe some divides were too deep to mend.

Hour 5

Pit stops are always a welcome break from the monotony of the road. After spending so much time in close quarters with Natasha, you practically leap out of the car as soon as it comes to a stop. Unclicking your seatbelt, you hastily rush out of the vehicle before she even puts it in the park.

The gas station was surprisingly crowded for the time of day, but you paid no mind as you barreled through the door and made a beeline for the bathroom. You scrunched your nose at the sight of the less-than-ideal conditions—rusty and tainted yellow seats—but there was no time to be prissy about cleanliness. Squatting over the toilet, you made do with what you had, knowing that as long as it got the job done, you could steam your lady bits later if needed.

As Natasha took on the task of pumping gas, she locked the car doors before heading inside the gas station. She grabbed a few energy drinks from the cooler, anticipating that you'd be on the road for a few hours longer before calling it a night.

Approaching the attendant, Natasha paid with cash, dropping a fifty-dollar bill onto the counter without hesitation. She was accustomed to taking care of things herself, and this small gesture was just another example of her practicality and self-sufficiency. From the corner of her eye, she could see you exit the bathroom and begin to peruse the aisles. Figures you’d take longer in here too.

You immediately gravitated towards the trashy magazines, scanning the shelves for the latest editions of Us Weekly. Picking up a few copies along with a crossword puzzle, you indulged in some guilty pleasures to pass the time. Satisfied with your selection, you moved on to the snack aisle, grabbing a plethora of junk food to ease your mind during the long drive ahead.

As you were finishing up your shopping, a man approached you. He was not half bad, but at least ten years your senior.

"Well, aren't you a pretty thing," He said, his tone oozing with charm. “Are you from around here?”

"Well, thank you," You replied, flashing him a coy smile as you played along with his flirtation. "No, I'm just passing through," you added, subtly keeping the conversation light and casual.

“What a shame,” He shook his head. “We’ve never had someone so pretty like you in town before.”

You chuckled lightly at his compliment, the corner of your lips curling into a playful smirk. "Well, I guess it's your lucky day then," you teased, enjoying the brief flirtation despite knowing it was all in jest.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted at the sound of a throat loudly clearing behind him that caught your attention. Without needing confirmation, you already knew who it is. Natasha stood there, her expression visibly ticked off as she looked between the two of you.

"Oh, hey you," You said, trying to diffuse the tension with a casual greeting. "I was just talking to my friend," you added, quickly glancing at his name tag and noting that he's an employee here. "Monty."

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly as she caught onto your subtle attempt to downplay the situation. Stepping forward, she interjected smoothly, "Actually, Monty, my wife and I are just passing through. Isn't that right?" She emphasized the word 'wife' with a hint of amusement. The slight raise of your brow indicated you were impressed with her.

You couldn’t resist the urge to push her buttons just a little further, knowing exactly which nickname would get under her skin. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you turned to Natasha and said, "That’s right, babe," You passed Nataha all of your items to carry. “Thank you for the compliment, Monty. Gonna take the old ball and chain here back on the road.” You gestured to Natasha as she rolled her eyes.

You walked away with Natasha hot on your heels, feeling the weight of her disapproving gaze. As she passed the items to the attendant and dropped another twenty on the counter, her frown deepened.

"I can't believe you," Natasha shook her head, clearly unimpressed with your behavior.

"What, marriages aren't always sunshine and rainbows," you shrugged nonchalantly, flashing her a grin before adding, "Oh, and these too," as you gestured to a pack of cigarettes behind the attendant.

Natasha's disapproving look intensified as she glanced at the cigarettes. "You know those kill, right?" she remarked, her tone laced with concern.

You met Natasha's disapproving gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye. "Ah, but where's the thrill in life without a little risk?" you quipped, shrugging off her concern as you reached for the pack of cigarettes. You shot Natasha a cheeky grin, unfazed by her concern. "Don't worry, honey, I'll write you into my will," you jested, playfully taunting her as you grabbed your bag full of goodies.

With a final wave, you strode out of the store, the jingle of the doorbell emphasizing your exit.

Natasha rolled her eyes at your remark for what felt like the millionth time. "Don't bother," she retorted dryly. She followed in your footsteps only to find you taking selfies with one of the new cellphones Steve provided both of you.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

You glanced up from your selfies, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you held up the phone. "Just documenting our thrilling adventure," you quipped, snapping another photo before turning the camera towards Natasha. "Say cheese!"

Natasha sighed, walking over to the gas pump to finish filling the tank.

“You know, for a spy, you’re too stiff,” You commented. “This is to show off. We can’t be newlyweds if we don’t have any pictures.”

Natasha cast a skeptical glance over her shoulder as she finished up at the pump. "I fail to see how selfies contribute to our cover," she remarked dryly, her tone indicating her reluctance to participate in your impromptu photoshoot. Nonetheless, she didn't protest further, knowing that maintaining the illusion of a happy couple is crucial for the success of the mission.

Back on the road again.

Hour 8

As you lazily flipped through the pages of yet another US Weekly magazine, the last hour seemed to blur into a haze of crosswords and candy consumption. Your feet rested against the dash of the car, a piece of licorice hanging between your lips as you absentmindedly hummed along to the music playing in the background.

"It's amazing what she thinks of marriage," you mumbled to yourself, your attention caught by the latest gossip surrounding Jennifer Lopez's love life. "It's like celebrities don't care about the sanctity of marriage or something."

“You say this as if we aren’t doing the same thing right now,” Natasha commented.

“She speaks,” You chewed the last of your licorice. “It’s not the same thing. We are doing this for the greater good of the people.”

“If you say so,” Natasha shrugged. “Get your feet off the dash.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Natasha's instruction, but complied nonetheless, retracting your feet from the dashboard with a sigh. "Fine, fine," you conceded, settling back into your seat and returning your attention to the magazine in your hands. "Oh, a couple's questionnaire. We should do this. It might help with our story better," you suggested eagerly.

Natasha's expression remains unchanged, a hint of reluctance flickering in her eyes as she considers your proposal. "I suppose it couldn't hurt," she gave in reluctantly, her tone betraying her lack of enthusiasm for the task.

You reached into the glove box for a pen before writing both of your names on the page. “Okay, first question. What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

Natasha's response was simple and to the point. "Strawberry," she answered.

You couldn't help but recoil in mock horror. "Strawberry? What, no one likes strawberry," you exclaimed, feigning disgust at her choice.

“Well I do,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Mine is chocolate,” You answered. “What are some of your healthy and unhealthy habits?”

Natasha paused for a moment, considering the question carefully before responding. "Healthy habits? I prioritize physical fitness and maintain a disciplined training regimen," she began, her tone matter-of-fact. "As for unhealthy habits, I have a tendency to keep my emotions guarded, which can sometimes lead to a lack of emotional expression and connection with others," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of self-awareness.

“Self aware queen,” You scribbled into the blank space.

“Yours is smoking right?” Natasha titled her chin to the pack of cigarettes sitting in your lap.

“Yes, and no,” You said quietly.

“What does that mean?”

You glanced down at the pack of cigarettes in your lap, a faint frown crossing your features as Natasha brought up the topic.

Natasha arched an eyebrow, prompting you to elaborate on your ambiguous answer.

"It means... it's complicated," You explained with a sigh, hesitant to delve into the complexities of your relationship with smoking.

“Something your wife should know right?”

Natasha's remark struck a chord, and you offered a small nod in response.

"Yeah, something my wife should know," You agreed, acknowledging the validity of her point.

As Natasha waited for an explanation, you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking.

"After I defected, and even a little before, I needed something to calm me and keep me busy," You began, your voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "I tried a lot of things—painting, reading, training. But... nothing seemed to stick quite like smoking did," you admitted reluctantly, feeling a pang of shame at the admission.

Natasha nodded in understanding.

“What’s your favorite position,” You asked suddenly.

Natasha's eyebrow arched in surprise at your unexpected question, her gaze shifting to meet yours as she processed your words.

"What? That's not in the book," She remarked, a hint of amusement coloring her tone.

You offer a playful smirk in response, shrugging nonchalantly. "You're right, it's not. But it's something a wife should know," you quip, the mischievous glint in your eyes betraying your playful intent.

There’s a few seconds of silence before Natasha decided to answer. Though you’re not sure if the answer is her truth or not. You suppose its not for you to challenge.

“Missionary,” Natasha answered.

“Missionary?” You asked incredously.

“What? What’s wrong with that?” She glanced over at you.

“Nothing, nothing,” You hurriedly smoothed it over. You debated on your next comment but decided to anyway. “It’s just… so vanilla.”

“Vanilla can be nice,” She shrugged. “Besides, it’s not supposed to be my answer. It’s Joan’s answer.”

“Joan?” You questioned. Natasha reached into the glove box to pull out two black wallets.

You took the IDs from Natasha's outstretched hand, examining them briefly before nodding in acknowledgment. "Joan and Alexis White," you repeat, committing the names to memory as Natasha provides you with the fabricated backstory.

"We got married last year in Turks and Caicos," Natasha continues, her tone matter-of-fact. "We did a no electronics wedding. Completely unplugged, so barely any pictures. We met in college. You studied psychology and you’re halfway through your master's in clinical counseling. You took a couple of years off school to take care of your sick parents. I finished law school and became an attorney."

You take in the details of the fabricated narrative, filing them away for future reference. "Interesting," you echo, your response neutral as you consider the implications of your new identities.

“I know a guy,” Natasha adjusted her position in the seat.

“Can I ask you something?” You turned in your seat to fully look at her.

“I thought we were already doing that?” Natasha said.

“No, but off the record,” You sighed. “Why do you hate me?”

Natasha's expression remained stoic as she met your gaze, her eyes betraying a hint of guardedness. There was a moment of silence as Natasha considered her response, her expression unreadable as she chose her words carefully.

“I know you consider me a lazy, untrained spy but…”

Natasha's features softened ever so slightly, a flicker of empathy glimmering in her eyes as she met your gaze.

"I don't hate you," She responded quietly, her tone gentle yet firm. "And I don't consider you lazy or untrained. You have your strengths, just as I have mine. We're a team, whether we like it or not. But we need to learn to trust each other if we're going to make this work."

“I’m not who you all think I am,” You said. “You read my file. My past is…”

"I know we all have our secrets," She replied gently, her tone surprisingly understanding. "And sometimes, our past doesn't define who we are in the present. Everyone has their reasons.”

Indeed they do.

Hour 12

As sunlight still bathed the winding roads, both of you acknowledged the exhaustion of the day and the need for a break. Pulling up to the nearest Holiday Inn, Natasha brought the car to a stop. You had just drifted into sleep, your head leaning against the window. Natasha hesitated to disturb your rest, admiring the peacefulness that enveloped you in slumber.

She hadn’t known before that you could talk this much. She tried to push down the feelings of guilt she felt as she thought about what you said earlier. She doesn’t hate you. She's simply not fond of you or new people in general. She read your file which she doesn’t regret but what she found in there was a story much like her own.

A lonely kid with nowhere to go. A convenient organization willing to pay whatever to take advantage of you. It’s clear you hold more guilt and pain over your past but things are still so new. She remembers feeling that way before. Though she may not express it openly, Natasha acknowledged the complexity of your situation and the depth of your pain. She understood the burden of carrying secrets and regrets, and she felt a twinge of empathy for the vulnerable, lonely kid she saw reflected in you.

Startling awake as you sensed the car no longer moving, you opened your eyes to find Natasha quickly averting her gaze. The realization dawned on you that you've arrived at your destination for the night. Despite the abrupt awakening, you felt a sense of relief at the prospect of rest after the long journey.

“We can crash here for the night,” Natasha announced, unfastening her seatbelt. “Book a room or two.”

“Sounds good,” You agreed with a weary nod, gathering your belongings as you followed Natasha into the hotel.

Approaching the front desk, Natasha inquired about booking a couple of rooms for the night. However, the receptionist, Lou, delivered an unwelcome message.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we only have one room available for the time being,” Lou explained, her fingers tapping on the keyboard to check the inventory. “It’s a double bed room. There’s a convention in town, so we are all booked up at this time.”

Natasha's expression tightened slightly at the news, a hint of frustration flashing in her eyes before she composed herself.

“Well, that’s less than ideal,” she remarked, her tone tinged with disappointment. Turning to you, she added, “Looks like we’ll have to make do with sharing a room for the night.”

“Fine with me,” You hiked your carry on bag higher onto your shoulders.

As Natasha and you ascended to the third floor, anticipation for a good night's rest began to build. Upon entering your room, you found it surprisingly spacious, with enough room for two double beds.

Eager to freshen up after the long ride, you wasted no time in dropping your bags in front of one of the beds. Without another word, you made a beeline for the bathroom, eager to indulge in a well-deserved shower.

"Don't worry, I'll just wait here," Natasha assured, her tone carrying a hint of amusement as she neatly stacked her belongings in a corner of the room.

Observing the surroundings under the guise of gathering ice for the room, Natasha familiarized herself with the layout and exits. Satisfied with her findings, she returned to the room only to find you rummaging through your bags, clad in nothing but a towel.

"Sorry, I was in such a hurry but I felt icky," You explained, glancing up at her sheepishly. You sat on the bed, pulling a pair of thin silk sleep shorts onto your hips before adding a sports bra. You were still damp but you felt fresh.

“No problem, “ Natasha dismissed. “I’ll just go…” She hiked a thumb towards the bathroom.

She stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her before she sighed.

At least it wasn’t a single bed.

-------> part 3

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bagdaddyb · 1 year ago

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Nursery

Summary: You shop for the last item you need in your nursery with your wife.

Pairing: fem!Reader x g!pNatasha

Warnings: None, this is pure fluffy fluffy just a short snippet because I'm feeling soft.

AN: If you're with someone long term, intentions of meeting family and maybe taking it to the next level. And them and their family speak another language at home. Learn that language don't be a dumb American. English is a dumb hard language. Don't assume others speak it take the steps so that you can communicate with them.

You rubbed the swell of your stomach as you walked around the store. The comforting motion having become a habit since you began your third trimester. Your baby was restless as your due date neared and now with just three short weeks left of pregnancy you found yourself eagerly awaiting your childs birth. You couldn't wait to meet the baby you'd grown inside you but you also couldn't wait for your back to have a break and to say a sentence without running out of breath. You stopped in front of a comfortable looking recliner, it was a sage green which would go perfectly with your gender neutral nursery. The gender of your baby to be a surprise per Natasha's request. The chair looked comfortable and you honestly couldn't think of anything better than sitting down. Turning the chair to look at the price you nod while contemplating. Sitting in the chair you let go of an audible sigh your swollen feet thanking you for giving them a break as you visibly relax into the chair your wife who'd stopped when she noticed you hesitating giggles.

"Comfortable lyubov?"

You hum in response hands never leaving your stomach.

"Eto prekrasno, vam ne kazhetsya?" (It's perfect, don't you think?)

Natasha smiles wide at you with those mushy eyes she's had since the first day of your pregnancy.

"Yes it would go great in the corner by the window."

You nod in agreement. Letting out a grunt as you stand Natasha's hand flies to your lower back rubbing in soothing motions as you continue to regard the chair.

"Lets get it."

You decide and Natasha nods eager to fulfill your every wish. After purchasing the chair Natasha loads it into your truck before driving home. You feel bad as Natasha single handedly works the chair in the house but anytime you try to help you are quickly swatted away. Once the chair is inside the nursery you smile happily. The green matching perfectly with the rest of the room. In an instant tears are in your eyes coming down your cheeks in a stream you can't control.

"Stupid hormones."

You grumble as you wipe your face. Natasha smiles kissing your cheeks before placing a light kiss on your lips wrapping her arms around you. You wrap your arms around her neck hand running in her hair as you smile.

"It's beautiful lyubov, I can't wait for this next chapter with you."

Natasha whispers while leaning her forehead against yours.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

You respond embracing this moment. Thanking the universe for the being that is Natasha Romanoff.

"Spill a drink on me while drunk at a bar in New York."

You laugh loudly as Natasha reminds you of how you two met. Not one of your shining moments.

"Mmmmh best girls trip ever."

You kiss Natashs again on the lips softly.

"I love you so much Natasha."

"YA tozhe tebya lyublyu." (I love you too)

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lovelybarnes · 2 years ago

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Flustered 2- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, wanda maximoff warnings: flustered!reader, bucky teasing her. I haven’t written for him in so long i hope htis doesn’t suck about: flustered part 2!! requested

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You say it very matter-of-fact, yourself nearly believable. Metal bumps against plastic, narrowed eyes trained on collecting the last of your yogurt.

“Oh, no idea, huh?” Natasha accuses, crossing her arms against her chest. “You’re a liar.”

You scoff, glancing at her for credibility. “I’m not lying.”

Sam frowns, leaning in close to your face. You stare right back at him over your yogurt cup, bewildered.

“I can’t tell,” he says, disbelieving. He turns to Natashs. “Are we sure she knows?”

“She is right here,” you snap. “And she thinks you both are insane.”

“His effect on you should be studied at universities,” Wanda quips.

“What effect?” you cry, letting what’s left of your breakfast clatter to the table.

“Come on,” Sam starts, observing you closely with a hopeful smile beaming although obscured. “You know you turn into a dopey idiot when RoboCop comes around, right?”

“Don’t call him that,” you mutter, a little quieter. “And I do not. We’re grown-ups, Sam. Who are together. In an adult relationship.”

“‘M not saying you’re not,” Sam shrugs. “I just…” He squints. “I need to hear you say it. You can’t seriously not see it, I’m concerned.”

“I don’t need your concern,” you argue. “And I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“You’re a competent person,” Sam starts.

“Thank you,” you deadpan.

“Normally. And then… Bucky, like, smiles at you, and you get all… gooey.”

Your brows pull together. “What does that mean?”

Immediately, all of your friends fall into an array of “gooey.” Natasha stares up at the ceiling with doe eyes while Sam fans himself, falling over the counter. Even Wanda has cradled her chin in her palm.

“You guys are awful,” you declare.

“I should film your interactions,” Sam says in turn. “Are we awful… or are we accurate?”

“You’re awful,” you respond promptly. “And I genuinely can’t see where you’re getting this from because--”

“Hello.” Bucky.

The show begins.

He catches your eye and smiles, eyes crinkling in a promise that it’s genuine.

Your reaction is immediate, features melting like butter in the sun at his appearance. “Hi.” You straighten and blink fast, clearing your throat. “Hi. Hello, Bucky.”

He raises an eyebrow and says hello again, curved in amusement. When he says your name, it’s devastating.

The others can see it happen, the moment your resolve begin to crumble in unsteady hands and trickle into Bucky’s. He sidles up next to you, familiar, wonderful heat kissing a bare stripe of your skin. Pathetically, you freeze up. It’s only for a moment because it’s him, because you’re overwhelmed, because your ribcage feels like it’s closing in around your heart, a shocking heat at the bottom of your stomach, but the team notices anyway, sharing a distinct look you can sense.

You turn to him, that line of itchy warmth crawling up your nose and into your eyes. He’s very pretty up close, eyes a green below ocean and smile a notch above cocky.

“You look nice,” he says casually, brushing his lips right below your eye.

“Thank you,” you breathe. He’s done this so many times, and not once has it dimmed your reaction. He looks at you like he’s proud of the fact and squeezes your hip. You feel as though he wants to kill you. “You.. you too.”

Unexpectedly, he dips down int the dip between your shoulder and your neck, his chin grazing your necklace. “Why’s everyone staring at us?”

You’re a little dizzy. With him, it’s like your surroundings are heightened and gone all at the same time, like it’s just you and him and the lovely sparks beneath your skin. You shrug. “They’re perverts.”

Bucky laughs. “‘Course. I already knew that. Don’t know why I asked.” He steps away from you in favor of the coffeemaker, but you’re stuck in the few seconds before, reminiscing on the heat of his skin sticky on your collarbone. Like a sweet, awful honey.

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, you frown; you just get so caught up in his eyes.

“C’mon.” Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you from the kitchen and away from prying eyes. He has a mug in his fingers. One of yours, with a grinning Garfield dragging something along a faded white background.

“Do you know,” you start finally, standing close to him in the elevator, “that our friends think I act weird around you?”

“How so?”

“Gooey. That I go gooey around you.”

“Gooey?” he repeats thoughtfully, a canine concaving his bottom lip. “You? No.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Good,” he says. “‘Cuz that’s ridiculous,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. As if expecting something, a hand goes to support the dip of your back quickly.

“Yeah,” you mutter indignantly, leaning into him. “Yeah…”

It’s love, you think. Prickly, overwhelming love that makes you want to hold his face in your hands and kiss him till you can’t breathe, and the cost of the image is the cost of the action when it comes to him.

He hums against your lips, grinning at you when you pull away. “You do this on purpose,” you accuse, its bite harmless with your breathlessness.

His pupils bounce between your features, his shoulders jumping with a shrug. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He kisses you again, that same heat that stifles you crawling up his neck.

“Liar,” you croak.

Maybe, he thinks.

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delulu-with-wandanat · 1 year ago

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Fatal Attraction

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Mentions of sexual stuff.

Summary: Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury. (Featuring Y/n, Natasha's dumbass little brother and Wanda's wingman)

"Incoming!" The young super soldier yelled as he jumped into the Quinjet with his best friend. Wanda groaned at his antics, wanting nothing more than to go home and continue watching her shows.

Y/n had insisted Wanda that they flew into the back of the Quinjet instead of entering like a normal person. It's not that Wanda didn't have the heart to say no, Y/n simply doesn't take no for an answer. "So long fuckers!" He gave the middle finger as the door closes.

"Will you stop using my powers for your little attractions?" Wanda asked.

"Gosh you train with Nat too much you're starting to sound like her." Y/n rolled his eyes.

"That's not a bad thing! She get things done."

"I get shit done too! But, I make it fun."

"Not when we're-"

"Ugh quiet you two, you're being too loud." They heard Natasha complained. The two young Avengers glanced at her and their face twisted into concern when they finally noticed her injury.

Before Y/n could approach his sister, Wanda was quick to be at her side. "Natasha! What happened?"

Natasha shook it off with a faint smirk, "Don't worry about it Wanda. It's just a scratch."

"This is not just a scratch."

"I've had worse."

"You need to go to the med bay."

The former Russian spy rolled her eyes, "No doctors."

"Wands, there's no point. One time she got a broken rib and she still wouldn't go." Y/n snickered, he was concerned for Nat, but he knew she had went through worse. A flesh wound on the side of her stomach was nothing... To the Black Widow I mean.

Meanwhile Wanda's eyes grew wide at the new information. "Just take a seat, little witch. I'll handle this." Natasha said gently. Natasha was normally sarcastic to everyone, yet she had a soft spot for the young witch. Wanda blushed slightly at the nickname.

Wanda took a seat across from Natasha, Y/n approached his sister and handed her a medkit. "You good?"

"Just a normal flesh-wound-Friday, I'm good." She responded with a flat face. Her little brother rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.

"You're always so mean to me. Wanda doesn't get this kind of treatment." He grumbled.

"Because she's kind and cute, meanwhile you're a pain in my ass." Wanda's heart skipped a beat, she thinks I'm cute? She heard her best friend groaned again.

Wanda and Natasha had been growing closer each day, especially now that Natasha was mentoring her. Wanda was close to Y/n first, as they were closer to age and not to mention he was the first to welcome her into the Avengers. Natasha took a little while longer, not that she had any resentment towards the young girl, she just wasn't exactly a people person.

Now that Steve had assigned Natasha to mentor Wanda in hand-to-hand combat, the two women are now closer than they were before. And also caused Wanda's itty bitty tiny crush on Natasha to grew. Y/n knew of course, Wanda was not subtle, at ALL.

The way her gaze would follow Nat at the gym, or how Wanda would blush whenever Natasha gave her compliments. Honestly, he might've been the one who gave Steve the idea to assign them to train together. You'll never know.

It seems like Wanda was too deep in thought as she failed to notice that Natasha had unzipped her suit in order to stitch the flesh wound on her stomach. She only looked up when she heard Natasha saying, "Keep it steady Steve."

Holyfuck, Wanda turned as red as her powers. The widow had her suit partially unzipped from the waist up, she had the sleeves of her suit take off as well to give her more flexibility. Showing off her toned bicep and of fuck her rock hard abs. Wanda let in a sharp breath.

Natasha, who has ears like a hawk, looks up at Wanda and gave her a wink. "Like what you see?"

Wanda knows Natasha is a flirt, but damn you don't gotta do her like that. Wanda quickly averted her gaze. She swore she tried to maintain her eyes elsewhere but with Natasha grunting as she tended her wounds, it's pretty fucking difficult.

She used alcohol to clean up the wound, and winced. "Agh shit-" Natasha cursed. Well that twisted something in Wanda's stomach. Y/n who had been playing on his phone, internally scoffed at his sister. She was doing this on purpose. He decided to pull out his earbuds, I'm hearin none of that.

The widow was more than capable of not making any sounds when her injuries are being cleaned. Y/n knew damn well Natasha was just teasing Wanda.

"Do you uh... need any help?" Wanda asked timidly.

"It's alright, little witch. It's nothing I can't handle." Natasha winked again. Christ, Wanda is a mess right now.

Natasha grunted again, "Ugh fuck-" she rested her head back and purposely tightened her abs. Wanda's mind raced again at the thought of hearing Natasha curse while they're in bed as she rides her abs-

No- nooope no no no

Wanda quickly shook to the thought again. The whole ride to the compound felt excruciatingly long. Natasha had opted to wear a tank top that she kept hidden somewhere in the Quinjet. (Don't question her-)

When the quinjet door flew open Y/n was the first to dart out, Steve followed after him. He look back at the two women, "Wanda, make sure she goes to the med bay. The wound still needs a proper cleaning."

"Leave it, fossil." Natasha said flatly as the two walked beside each other. Steve merely gave them a kind smile and continue his way inside the compound.

"Do you need any assistance?" Wanda asked.

"In what terms?" The widow teasingly asked. Wanda turned bright red again.

"I- you know what I mean." Natasha let out a soft laugh, she sounds so beautiful. Wanda could listen to Natasha laughing all day.

"It's alright, little witch. I can walk to my own room."

"Nu uh! Steve said-"

"Wands, I've had wounds like these many times in my life. I can handle it." Natasha said gently with a smile.

Wanda huffed slightly like a little child, shit she's so adorable. "At least let me walk you back to your room then?"

Natasha chuckles, "Alright, lead the way." The two women made their way in a comfortable silence. They reached their shared floor and soon enough they reached Natasha's room. "Well, here we are."

Natasha opened the door to her room and look back at Wanda who was standing outside awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't need to get to the med bay?" Wanda asked again. Her face showed concerns for the other woman.

Natasha gave her a gentle smile again, fuck her smile she's absolutely gorgeous. "I'm sure." Natasha retreats further back into her room. "I'll see you around, Wanda." She closes the door. Wanda lets out the breath she had been holding.

Fuck everything about this woman drives her crazy. Even as simple as Natasha saying her name. She wonders how her name sound if Natasha moaned it-

"I swear how many seasons do I have to wait til you guys get together." Wanda heard a voice beside her and yelped in surprise. She turned to find her best friend standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked Y/n.

"You like her, she likes you. Seriously, stop with the tension and just kiss already-" Wanda quickly shut his mouth with her hand.

"SHHHHH-"

Y/n's face cringes in confusion, "Hmpf?!"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"Like what??" He asked as Wanda let go of her hand over his mouth. "That you like her?"

Wanda glared and shut his mouth again. Y/n being the dumb best friend decided to stick their tongue out causing Wanda to pull her hand back and wipe it on his face. "EW!"

"Noo!!! I'll get a breakout-"

"Then don't lick my fucking hand!" She yelled in hushed whisper.

"Wanda, as your friend, and her brother, I'm telling you just ask her out or something."

"What if she says no?" Wanda asked, "Beside I don't want to ask her out until I'm sure she's into women."

With that Y/n gave a very, very, extremely, disappointed look. "You really did not just say that." Did she not hear the part where I said, 'she likes you'?

"What?"

"I-" Y/n shook his head. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Y/n? What does that mean?!!" She chased after her friend.

These dumb lesbians I swear.

I just wanted an excuse to use that pic of Nat, teheeeeee. Hope you guys liked this! I'm still not sure whether or not to make this into a series or nah, butt i love me sum Nat x Sibling!reader shenanigans.

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lostinyourtime · 1 year ago

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dirtyvulture · 2 years ago

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Peeping Kate Bishop - Part 9

Possessive!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 1604

Summary: Kate gets caught in an awkward spot.

AN: Our favorite peeper is back! Check out the other parts here. Enjoy!

“Can I borrow your vest?” Kate asks, skipping over to Yelena in the kitchen.

“What for, Kate Bishop?” Yelena responds, not even looking up at her to focus on lining up the banana slices on her peanut butter sandwich.

“Clint’s taking me on a mission with Steve tomorrow. He said to pack light, and I know your vest has a lot of pockets to make things easier to carry,” Kate explains.

“Yes, that is the purpose of the pockets.”

“So can I borrow it? I’ll make sure to clean it before I give it back,” Kate says.

“I didn’t think green was your color,” Yelena comments.

“The color doesn’t matter,” Kate exasperates. “Please?”

Yelena pauses like this is an extremely important decision she’s about to make. “Sure,” she finally says.

“Yay! Thanks, Yelena!” Kate disappears towards the bedrooms, but comes back a minute later empty-handed. “Where’d you put it?” she asks Yelena.

“What do you mean?” Yelena takes a big bite of her sandwich.

“Where’s your vest?”

“Is it not in my closet?”

“Nope,” Kate responds.

“Oh!” Yelena swallows. “My sister borrowed it last week. It’s probably still in her room.”

“H-Her room?” Kate had basically self-banned herself from going into Natasha’s (and yours) room after the amount of times she had stumbled in on the two of you in what should have been very private moments.

“Her and Y/N are still coming back from a mission,” Yelena says dismissively. “Just be quick, Kate Bishop.”

“Right, right.”

Kate wanders down the hall, her heart beating in anticipation. She stops at Natasha’s door, knocking several times and waiting for a response. When she gets none, she pushes the door open slowly, completely relieved to find it empty. She goes into the closet (which she’s envious to find is almost as big as her entire room) and starts pawing through the clothes, embarrassed to recognize which ones are yours just from the scent lingering on them.

She fights the urge to bury her nose in one of your hoodies, hunting around for Yelena’s vest. It doesn’t seem to be anywhere, and she goes through the clothes on the hangers one at a time, hoping to find it.

Suddenly, Kate hears voices and runs back to the closet door, but is too late and sees you and Natasha walk in. She gets tangled in a pair of sweatpants on the floor and nearly falls through the door, but catches herself on the frame just in time. Natasha’s eyes sweep past the ajar door, but Kate shrinks back and holds her breath. Natasha gives her no second glance.

“I’m ready to sleep for a year,” you announce, dropping your bag with a loud thud by the door and throwing yourself onto the bed. Natasha jumps on your back with a giggle, and Kate’s heart pounds in her throat. She has to make her presence known now, or she knows she will severely regret this moment for the rest of her life.

“You can’t sleep now,” Natasha pouts, as you roll onto your back and let her lie on your chest.

Kate puts her hand on the door and starts opening it–

“You have to fuck me first.”

The blood drains out of Kate’s face and she shrinks back. She can’t leave now.

“You think I didn’t feel the strap you’re wearing?” Natasha says, aggressively rocking her hips against yours and you moan. Kate feels a jolt go straight to her core when she hears you, and she kneels down, cupping herself between her legs and trying to will away her arousal.

“The mission kind of tired me out,” you admit.

“Well, you can just sit back and let me do the work,” Natasha smirks. It still surprises you sometimes how horny she can be, but you would never deny her.

“Sure, baby.” You scoot up higher on the bed, taking off your clothes and throwing them to the side haphazardly, letting Natasha grind on your strap.

Kate inhales sharply and slaps a hand over her mouth to hide her awe. Even though Natasha is blocking most of her view of you, Kate still thinks that you are the most beautiful specimen she’s ever seen. Your body looks like it was sculpted by God himself, your muscles perfectly proportioned, the features of your face set in the most attractive way Kate could even think of. Kate is pretty sure she’d be willing to commit murder if it meant getting her hands on you, even for a few minutes. But since that possibility would never happen in this universe, she had to settle for the next best thing: watching you with your actual partner and pretending it was with her instead.

Natasha strips off her clothes and continues grinding against you, placing her hand on the center of your chest and pushing you back against the headboard. Kate can hear you panting now and her own heartbeat picks up and she surges forward until she almost hits her head on the door.

“You’re so beautiful, Nat,” you say, and Kate pretends you’ve said her own name instead.

“Just relax, baby. I’ll handle this,” Natasha says. Still, your hands wrap around her thighs, lifting her up just so Kate can see the bottom of the strap you’re wearing and the filthiest thoughts flood her head. Natasha sinks down on your strap and moans. You start to rock your hips, and Kate has had enough.

She hastily unzips her own jeans, a mix of embarrassment and shame filling her at what she’s about to do, but then she hears you moan again and watches as your girlfriend rides you roughly, your muscles flexing as you keep both of your bodies upright. Kate slips her hand past her panties, pushing two fingers into herself, shocked at how wet she already is. She wishes it was your fingers instead, clenching hard around herself at the thought. She wishes she could have you pinned to your bed, her hands holding onto your biceps, rubbing her center against your rock-hard abs until she cums over and over.

“Fuck, you fill me up so well,” Natasha moans, bouncing on your lap. Kate pumps into herself harder, swiping her thumb over her clit and her legs tremble at the extra stimulation.

“Cum all over my strap,” you tell her, and Kate wants to scream that she would do anything for you. She’s soaking all over her hand and she bites on her bottom lip to stop herself from making any noise. She has never reached an orgasm so fast and doesn’t even notice that Natasha’s finished and climbs off your lap, taking your strap off before dipping her head between your legs.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, baby.”

Your voice makes Kate peek out the crack of the door again. She wants to faint now at the sight of you flat on your back, your chest and stomach heaving with Natasha’s mouth attached to your center.

Kate’s mouth practically waters as she wonders what you would taste like, how the weight of your muscular thighs would feel in her arms as she tries to keep your legs apart, but then she’ll give in so you can wrap them around her head to draw her closer to you. Again, Kate starts fingering herself, still frustrated at how close yet far she is from you. She closes her eyes to properly imagine being between your legs and bringing you to a blissful high, pretending that it’s her name you’re moaning instead of Natasha’s.

Your hand threads into Natasha’s hair as another obscene moan escapes your lips. You’ve already cum twice and Natasha seems to have no intent of stopping any time soon. Her lips close around your clit and suck hard, and you’re gone again. But after the fog clears from your head, your legs trembling uncontrollably and your skin covered in sweat, you finally push Natasha’s head away from you.

“Okay, okay, I’m done, baby,” you say, feeling like she’s literally drained the life out of you.

“That enough for you?” Natasha says, winking as she sits up and wipes her mouth.

“Yeah.” You flop back on the pillows, panting.

Natasha gets off the bed, grabbing the bathrobe hanging behind the front door. You lift your head enough to watch her lazily. She comes back to the bedside, reaching under the nightstand into the mini fridge and taking out a bottle of red Gatorade.

“Stay hydrated, baby,” she says, giving it to you with a kiss.

“Thank you.” You open the bottle and offer her the first sip. She smiles as she takes it, then moves to throw the blanket over you. You’re too tired to question her, taking the Gatorade back and chugging it.

Natasha goes to stand in front of the closet, which is slightly ajar. She crosses her arms and says, “Kate Bishop, get out of the closet.” Your eyes widen as the door seems to open on its own and Kate Bishop emerges, shuffling forward uneasily with her hands buried in her pockets. Her zipper is down, but no one comments on this.

“I am not going to ask, just get the hell out of our room,” Natasha growls.

Kate nods, her face redder than you’ve ever seen before, and waddles out of your room.

“Did you know she was in there?” you finally ask after a few moments of silence.

Natasha smirks at you.

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jackiesnats · 1 year ago

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Plokhaya devochka

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Carol Danvers/Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Warnings/Tags: Strap-Ons, Gangbang, Past Relationship(s), Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Slut Shaming, Dom/sub, Verbal Humiliation, Dom Natasha Romanov, Dom Carol Danvers, Switch Wanda Maximoff, Rimming

Title Translation: Bad Girl

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You woke up with arms around you from either side, but you could sense someone had left the bed. Lifting your head up to see who had gotten off, you realized it was Wanda. You tried to get up without waking Carol up, but tripped over one of your shoes (you had no idea that it was there), and the sound woke her up instantly.

“(You’re Name), are you okay?” she asked, voice raspy. Which drives you insane.

“Y-yeah, just tripped over my shoes, which I thought was on the other side of my apartment. No big deal!” You said, making sure not to ramble on. Carol knew you rambled on and on when you were up to something.

The four of you had been in a relationship for six months now, but they hadn’t been fucking you all together like the first night. You missed it, but understood that the four of you got busy a lot. You were superheroes afterall, but the feeling of their hands all over you together is what you wanted. Carol, Wanda, and you were at the tower, while Natasha was on a mission with Steve.

Walking to one of the many gyms in the Stark Tower, you needed to blow off some steam. Thankfully it’s one of the gyms that was barely used. You changed in your room, wanting to get started with your workout before everyone woke up.

You didn’t even make it to the gym, being pulled into a spare room. “Wh-” you were cut off by them pushing their lips against yours.

“Natasha? How’d you know I was coming down here?” You asked, although, you had a feeling on how she knew.

“Wanda, and I just got back from the mission, so I come down here to relax sometimes.” she said. “But I’ve had something on my mind for the past couple days. I have a feeling you know what I’m referring to, Printsessa.”

You curse at yourself for thinking that both Wanda and Carol wouldn’t tell Natasha. Your face heated up as you looked down at the ground. She had been waiting for the past few days to punish you, having time to think of what exactly the punishment should be for you.

“Tell me, what you did, slut,” Natasha continued. “Knees.”

You were quick to get down on, doing as you were told was going to help you. Natasha loved when you were bratty, but tonight was different. You couldn’t read her expression that was on her face, but when the door opened again, it brought you out of your thoughts.

“You started without us? Rude.” Wanda pouted playfully as you looked back over at Natasha.

“She hasn’t said what she did, so technically, I didn’t start.” Natasha smirked, and you refused to look at the three women around you.

“I…I touched myself without permission, came without permission, and was just being a brat all together.” you admit, and Natasha boot went between your thighs. You started to grind down against it, but when she pulled away, you pouted

“Take off your clothes, and get back on your knees. Then I want you to spread your legs like a good slut.”

You did as you were told, pulling your shirt off, as well as your pajama shorts. You push your panties down to your thighs, and when you stepped out of them, Wanda helped you to your knees. The brunette leaned down and whispered, “So pretty, Printsessa. On your knees for us, who do you want to be fucked by first, hm?”

“I-” you were at a loss of words, not being able to decide on who you wanted to be fucked by first. Hell, you weren’t even sure if it was a trick question.

Wanda reached around you, pushing her thumb into your mouth. When Wanda moaned into your ear, you bit your lip - not wanting your girlfriends to know that you were desperate already. But of course, Wanda being a mind reader, she points it out.

“(Your Name)’s already wanting to be fucked, to be used by all three of us,” you gasped, and Natasha smirked.

“Let’s take this to our floor, I don’t think Steve would want to be hearing you get fucked, huh?” she said, looking at you with an overly innocent look. You knew by the tone in her voice, that she could care less, but since you did, she was willing to do what made you feel more comfortable. But that didn’t stop her from bringing him up, you found it hot - the thought of being caught by him. Especially since it had been years since Steve and you were even together, and now the two of you were just friends. Teammates.

“Get your shirt and your pajama shorts back on, and hand Carol your panties.” she instructed, and you did as you were

Getting into the elevator, Natasha pushed you against the wall. Her chest to your back, and all you could focus on the strap in her jeans. Of course she was packing. You let out a whimper as she began grinding into you, and from the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda had her hands in her pajama pants.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? Can’t even go a few hours without touching your pretty pussy, huh?” she asked, voice just above a whisper. You pushed back on her movements - needing the friction, earning a laugh from Natasha.

“Such a needy girl, tell me, why did you touch without permission? Both Carol and Wanda told me they had fucked you for three hours prior to that.”

You didn’t answer - you didn’t need to, because the three of them knew the answer to that. As soon as the elevator hit your shared floor, Natasha moved away from you. The three of them moving past you, as you were the last out.

“Remember your safe words, (Your Name)?” Natasha asked, and you nodded.

“Yes, Miss. ‘Green’ for continue, 'Yellow’ for slow down, but don’t stop, and 'Red’ for stop.” You said, looking at her as Wanda and Carol got beside you.

“Good girl,” Natasha praised.

Your breathing picked up as Carol got behind you, palming your breasts roughly through your shirt. “You ready to be fucked, bad girl?” she whispered, her right hand coming up to wrap around your throat.

Natasha wasted no time in pulling your shorts down, and Carol followed suit with your shirt. You watched as your shirt was thrown across the room, you bit your tongue. Not wanting to make any other comments that would get you punished even more. As the blonde held your arms behind your back, Natasha slid her hand down your stomach to between your legs.

“You’re already so wet, why’s that, Printsessa? Who made you this wet?” she asked in faux innocence, which drove you crazy. “Answer me.” she said, moving her hand away from your pussy to slap your thigh.

“You three, you three make me wet easily,” you cried out as Natasha’s hand was back between your legs. Fingertips rubbing through your folds, you grew wetter as Wanda kissed on your neck.

“My first thought was to have you fuck Wanda with a strap, unable to come. But you might enjoy her power bottoming for you,” she continued, sliding a finger into you. Pumping said finger in and out of you slowly, Natasha looked you in the eyes. “But then maybe, if we all fucked you, while you’re not allowed to touch any of us, you would learn a lesson. Do you know what that lesson would be?”

You nodded, “Not t-to touch my p-pussy!” crying out as Natasha added a second finger. Her movements picking up as Carol moved her left arm. Lifting up your left leg so the redhead could get a better angle, she whispered “Good slut” in your ear.

“That’s right, Printsessa. Do you know why?” she asked mockingly. Pulling her fingers out just to push a third one in. You cried out, unable to form any words.

“Color, (Your Name)?” Natasha asked, pulling out her fingers.

“G-green.”

“Answer the question, slut,”

“Because my pussy is Wanda’s, Carol’s, and yours!” With that, Natasha led the three of your shared bedroom. You were ready for what was to come, but not being able to pleasure them was going to be harder than you thought. Getting down on your knees, Natasha stood in front of you as Carol and Wanda took their clothes off.

“Open,” she ordered, and you did as you were told.

Pushing her fingers into your mouth, you shut your mouth around them. Natasha held onto the back of your head as she fucked your throat. You pulled back for air just in time for Carol and Wanda to be in front of you once again.

“You wanna get out our cocks nice and wet?” as you nodded, Natasha unzipped her jeans. Pulling the strapon she had been packing out, it must have been a new one - you took a mental not as Carol sat on the bed behind you.

“Suck my cock first, slut,” Carol smirked at Natasha, who just rolled her eyes.

“Well? You heard her.”

With that, you turned around quickly, Carol looked at you as she gripped the strap in her hand. Leaning down, you wrapped your lips around the tip, not wanting to waste any time. Slowly pushing your head down onto the cock, the blonde ran her fingers through your hair. Her grip tightened, holding you down on her strap as Natasha grabbed a bottle of lube.

Wanda took the bottle, putting it down next to her. “Wanda’s going to finger your pretty little ass, getting it nice and ready for our cocks.” Natasha said, slapping your ass as she moved to sit next to Carol.

Wanda on her knees behind you, you felt both of her hands on your ass. You tensed up as she leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses, stopping right at your asshole. Pulling off of Carol’s strap, you whined.

“Please, Wan?” You don’t know what you’re begging for, you just wanted to be fucked already.

“You want my tongue in your pretty little hole? Is that so?” Wanda asked, slapping your ass. “Dirty girl.”

Trailing her tongue down to your asshole, pushing it in lightly. Looking up at Carol, you let out a soft moan. Both Natasha’s and Carol’s eyes were locked on you as Wanda’s tongue fucked you. Wanting to hide your face, but you knew the rules. “No hiding that pretty little face of yours.” Natasha had once said, and it stuck with you.

“M'fuck,” you whined. You needed more than just her tongue, but the pressure building was becoming too much. You just needed the final push and-.

Wanda pulled her mouth away, lubing up two of her fingers. The tip of her pointer finger pushed in slowly, causing you to let out a sigh. Being brought back to the now as Carol’s hand pulled your hair, and you knew she wanted your mouth back on her strap.

“Good girl, you love sucking my cock, don’t you?” Carol asked, but you knew she didn’t want an answer. She didn’t need one.

“She looks so pretty, our pretty little mess,” Natasha cooed, pushing you down on Carol’s strap some more.

Pushing her whole finger into your ass as she slowly moved it, soon adding her middle to join it. You gasped around Carol’s strap, pulling away for breath.

“Please just fuck me, please!” you begged as Wanda began to add a third finger.

“You wanna get fucked pretty girl? Beg Wanda to fuck your pussy,”

“Pl-Please, Wan? I need your cock in my pussy, please.”

Wanda gave in, pulling her fingers out grip the base of her strapon. Rubbing the tip against your folds, you gasped as she pushed in. Her movements starting slow as she pulled all the way out until the tip was just in. Thrusting back in all the way till her hips touched your thighs, Wanda pulled at your hair.

“You look so good getting fucked like that, printsessa, do you think you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, and you nodded your head frantically. Hearing her hum as Wanda let go of your hair to grip your waist.

“Y-yes, please, wanna make you come!” You gasped. Her fingers began rubbing your clit, you were growing closer to the orgasm you needed.

“Pull out,” Carol instructed, and Wanda did as she was told. “I want you on my cock as Wan fucks your pretty ass.”

Getting up off the floor, you were quick to straddle Carol. Her hands going to your thighs as you lined the tip of her strapon to your entrance. A gasp leaving your lips as you push yourself down onto the fake cock. Her hips met with your slow movements, causing you to fall forward and grip her broad shoulders.

“Fuck-fuck me-” you cried out, you noticed that Natasha removed her strapon. Hoping she was going to allow you to make her come.

Carol stilled your movements, holding you as Wanda lined up to your asshole. You relaxed as much as you could on your own, and thankfully she could sense you were having a bit of trouble. Quickly sucking on her fingers, she brought them to your clit. Rubbing tight, fast circles against your clit had helped you when Wanda pushed the strapon into you.

“You’re doing so good for us, so proud,” Wanda praised as she began her movements. “How do you feel, baby girl?”

“So good.”

Standing on the bed, Natasha stood in front of you. “You wanna be a good girl? Wanna make me come?” she taunted, and all you could do was nod.

“Yes, Mistress. M-more than anything!” You gasp as Carol slaps your breast, pinching at one of your nipples.

“Is that so? If I told Wanda to stop fucking you, to stay still while you make me come, you’d be okay with that?” she asked, caressing your cheek.

“Oh-yes!”

Wanda’s thrusts increase as Carol switched from pinching your nipples, and choking you. Your eyes never leaving Natasha as she watches with a smile on her face. She knew you were close - can tell from the look on your face. Lips parted, your breathing picked up as you were fucked.

“Hm, maybe I’ll sit on Carol’s pretty face while Wanda fucks you nice and slow,” she continued, moving so that her pussy was hovering over the blondes face. “You won’t be able to come until I do.”

“Miss-Mistress,” you cry out, you were close. So fucking close.

“Oh? Are you about to come?”

As soon as the words spill out of Natasha, Wanda pulled out if your ass. Your movements on Carol increased, pulling yourself all the way off of her, only to slam back down onto it. Carol’s moans filling the air as the other end of the strap pushing against her clit.

Natasha laughed, moving down so that she was on Carol’s face. “Oh, kotenok, her tongue feels so good.” she moaned as Carol continued her movements - refusing to get distracted. You had noticed early on that she was good at multitasking, and so it was no surprise when she lifted her waist to fuck into you harder. “You could have been the one to pleasure me, but you were bad. A bad, bad girl.”

Wanda pushed back into your ass, she had added more lube to it. The coldness touching your hole sent you forward into Natasha, who thankfully was paying attention. You looked up at her, lip between your teeth as Wanda began moving.

“You w-wanna be a good girl for me, yeah?” Natasha moaned, her hand in your hair.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“F-fuck, beg me.”

Carol’s tongue teased at her entrance, slowly dipping it in and out before moving to suck on her clit. Changing every few seconds so she couldn’t get used to it - wanting to give Natasha as much pleasure as she could.

“Please, Please, I’m so close!” You cried out, as Natasha tsked.

“Yeah? You wanna come? Come now.” she gave in, her orgasm creeping around the corner as yours was too.

Trying to focus on keeping your eyes open, Natasha thighs squeezed against Carol’s head as much as she could. Her hands coming up to choke you as she rode out her orgasm. Not long after, you were coming on Carol’s cock. Wanda’s pulled out a little, spitting down onto the strap before she continued.

“You like when we use you, Slut?” Wanda asked, slowing down as you came down from your high.

“Yes, Wan.” You sighed as Natasha moved off of Carol’s face.

“I think she deserves a reward, huh?” Natasha cooed, and Carol smirked at you. Wanda pulled out of you, allowing you to catch your breath before helping you off Carol’s strapon.

“I’m gonna finger this pretty little pussy, and your going to be a good girl and come for me, understood?” she asked, and you nodded. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“Y-yes, I understand!” you gasp as Natasha rolls you onto your back, both Wanda and Carol holding your legs open.

Natasha’s thumb slowly rubbing your clit before bringing it down through your folds. You gasped, trying to thrash away from their grip. Chuckling, Natasha asked, “What is it baby? Sensitive?”

Pulling her hand away from you, she brought it back down onto your cunt hard. “Answer me, Plokhaya devushka.”

“Y-yes, just, please Mistress. Please don’t tease me-” you were cut off when she slipped a single finger into your tight pussy.

“You’re a horny little slut aren’t you?” Wanda whispered in your ear, her free hand coming down to rub at your clit.

Carol’s left kisses on the skin she could reach in the position she was in. As Natasha added a second finger, Carol’s lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Please, please-” you cried out, not exactly sure what you were begging for. But Natasha knew, she always did.

“Tell Wanda and Carol you’re sorry for being a brat, and maybe I’ll let you come.” she cooed, adding a third finger.

Speeding up her pace, you were struggling to get your words out. Knowing Natasha would stop if you were unable to talk, you nodded as the words came to you.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl, being a brat to you two - I’ll be a good girl from now on!” you whined, Wanda’s fingers rubbing hard circles drove you crazy. It was becoming difficult to focus on anything.

“Mm, come for us, pretty girl.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, you let out a moan as Natasha added her fourth finger. Thighs shaking as you let out a final whine, as you come all over her hand, soaking the sheets.

“Oh, such a good fucking girl,” she cooed. Your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Carol removed her lips from your nipple, biting your breast before letting go of your leg.

You rode out your orgasm as Natasha continued her pace, refusing to slow down. The moment you push away from her, she pulls her hand away.

“You’re such a good girl, Printsessa,” Natasha said, holding her fingers up to Wanda’s mouth.

Wanda took her fingers into her mouth, tongue Moving between each digit. “She tastes so good.” she hummed, Natasha pulling her fingers away from Wanda.

The three of them helped you up onto the bed, Carol went to grab some water as Natasha spooned you. Wanda laid down in front of you, wrapping her arm around you. Coming back with the water, you sat up to drink it, humming as you drank the last of it. You were exhausted.

“You did so good, we’re so proud of you, Princess.” Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead as Carol wrapped her arms around her.

Natasha caressed your cheek as you drifted off to sleep. Safe in their arms.

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fukanouna · 2 years ago

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Pour me a cup of your attention

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Barista!WandaNat AU where Natasha is tasked to teach the new girl (Wanda) how to prepare coffee. She was supposed to teach the brunette things like how to make a latte or to tell the difference between pour-over coffee and americanos; she was not supposed be a gay mess and fall for Wanda in the process.

Chapter Word Count: 5490

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Once again, Nick failed to inform Natasha that she would be training a new hire during her Saturday shift.

The moment she walked into the coffee stop with her barista apron hanging from her arm, Steve approached her with an ominously perfect boy scout-like smile that made her internally groan and prepare for the worse. "Alright, don't give me any bullshit. What did I walk into today?"

"Got a new budding barista in the back for you," Steve beamed as he playfully patted Natasha on the shoulder. She wasn't sure if the gesture was supposed to come off as encouraging or give off an "I'm-sorry-you-have-to-suffer-today" kind of energy. When Natasha continued to wear an unamused, deadpanned expression, Steve continued. "If you really don't want to train the new hire, you can be the shift supervisor in my stead, and I'll be the trainer."

"God, no!" Natasha quickly snapped. While she wasn't too keen training someone today (she wanted to practice latte art with soy milk during her down time), she'd rather be a trainer than have to run the shift. Too much responsibility when she was not in the mood. Releasing a resigned sigh, Natasha grumbled. "Fine, fine. I'll train them."

"Great!" Steve's already massive smile somehow grew wider and that same smile turned playful. "I think you're going to like her. She's pretty cute. Definitely your type."

"Eye candy isn't going to make the shift bearable, Rogers," Natasha huffed irritably and strode past him.

It was an unspoken ritual that Natasha came to the shop at least fifteen minutes early to grab and down a shot of espresso. It helped her wake up and mentally prepare herself for her shift. Seeing as her role for the day was going to require extra focus and a professional facade, she asked Steven, who was on espresso bar at the moment, for two shots of espresso topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"You usually only ask for a single shot. Already preparing for the worst, Romanoff?" Steven questioned with an amused brow as he handed Natasha her small cup of espresso.

"Don't judge me, Strange. After the mess I had to deal with when I had to train that Parker kid, you can't blame me," Natasha grumbled then instantly downed her coffee and tossed her cup into the closest trash can. She greeted Sharon, who was in the process of grinding coffee beans to prepare tomorrow's batch of cold brew, and waved at Sam, who was helping a customer at the register, then took a deep breath as she headed to the back to meet the new hire.

The moment Natasha locked eyes with bright bluish eyes, she was fucked.

Steve wasn't joking, the girl was cute - extremely cute.

It took an incredible amount of effort for Natasha to keep a straight face and ignore the annoyingly smug look Steve was throwing her from behind the girl. "You must be the one Steve mentioned. I'm Natasha," she introduced smoothly and extended her hand. The girl's' hand felt smooth and soft, and god, those eyes were way too mesmerizing.

"Hello, Natasha. It's nice to meet you. I'm Wanda. I'm very new and very clueless when it comes to coffee as I'm not much of a coffee person," Wanda admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Is that so? Why apply to a coffee shop then?" the redhead questioned.

"I've applied to a bunch of other part-time positions, but this was the only place to accept me without any previous experience. Besides, getting free chai tea lattes and London Fogs are really good perks," Wanda explained with a grin Natasha couldn't help but find incredibly adorable.

It's been barely five minutes since I've met this girl and I'm already a mess, Natasha internally groaned.

"I've already finalized her paperwork in the system and gave her a new apron so she's all yours, Nat," Steve beamed and subtly winked at Natasha. God, she really wanted to punch him and his perfect teeth.

"Thank you, Rogers," Natasha forced out a smile and glared daggers at the blonde. Fortunately, Wanda didn't seem to notice the playful animosity she was throwing at Steve and turned her full attention to her.

"I'm ready to be a barista," Wanda declared confidently after putting on her apron and took a step closer to Natasha.

Natasha tried not to think about the minimal space between her and the new girl, then motioned with a hand for Wanda to follow her out onto the floor. As they turned the corner, Natasha quickly threw up her middle finger at Steve.

---

She led Wanda to the back corner of the store where an extra espresso bar was set up. It was typically used for training purposes or for baristas to practice their latte art, but during busy hours, it was actively used to cut wait times. While the espresso bar was turning on, Natasha showed Wanda how to prepare pour-over coffee and how to use the French press, then poured sample cups of different roasts for her to sip. It was important for Wanda to be at least familiar with all the different tastes and flavor notes if she had to recommend a roast to a customer.

Although Wanda was vocal about her distaste for coffee, she willingly tried every roast Natasha poured her. While Natasha preferred darker roasts, she was surprised when Wanda picked the lighter beans as her preferred roast since the flavor wasn't too heavy on the tongue.

Once they switched over to tasting espresso, Natasha was secretly eager in seeing the brunette's reaction to tasting the concentrated drops of coffee. Wanda's reactions did not disappoint. Wanda's face scrunched in disgust when she sipped the bold-flavored espresso, but when Natasha forced her to try a dead espresso shot, the other woman physically recoiled backwards, completely repulsed by the taste.

"That's what oxidation does to espresso if you let it sit out for too long without milk. It becomes extremely bitter, and it almost has this burnt taste feeling on your tongue," Natasha continued to explain, holding back her laughter as Wanda's face was still contorted in disgust.

"Please tell me that's the last of the coffee I have to try."

"For now. You'll tackle iced coffees and cold brews another day, otherwise, you might actually get heart palpitations from all the caffeine you're drinking."

It was a breath of fresh air for Natasha when the first day of training with Wanda wrapped up smoothly, even a little earlier than anticipated. The brunette was a quick learner. There was a systematic flow when it came to making lattes back-to-back, and Wanda was able to make three basic lattes faster than some of the veteran baristas by the end of her training. Hell, Wanda's foam for her first cappuccino was impressive considering it was a first attempt. Natasha was impressed.

Natasha made herself a flat white and a soy Chai tea latte for Wanda in the shop's ceramic mugs before they went to the back for a break.

"Great job today," Natasha complimented. "You've completed all of your Day One training ahead of schedule. If you want to head out early, you can. You'll get paid for the full training hours."

Wanda took a sip of her Chai, letting out a satisfied hum from the taste. "What can I expect for tomorrow's training?"

"Cold coffees, tea lattes, and non-caffeinated drinks like the various kinds of hot chocolates we offer. The thing is, I'm off tomorrow so you'll have someone else train you for Day Two," Natasha smiled apologetically. For once in her life, Natasha wished she didn't have Sundays off.

"I'm sad to hear. I enjoyed having you train me," Wanda confessed and gave Natasha a smile. "You explain things very well in ways that’s easy to understand."

"Considering there have been times I've had to repeat the same step several times to some trainees, maybe it's actually all you. You're a quick learner," Natasha chuckled. She noted that Wanda seemed embarrassed by the praise. Cute.

"When will be the next time I see you?"

The redhead pursed her lips. "Well, I'm here for mornings on weekdays since that's when we're the busiest because of people going to work or college classes, and then for Saturdays I'm either in the morning or I start at noon. Usually depends on where Fury puts me. What's your schedule like?"

"The semester at HYDRA State University starts next week. I put my availability for weekend mornings and Tuesday and Thursday evenings."

“I guess that means we’ll only see each other on Saturdays,” Natasha chuckled under her breath to mask her disappointment. She really enjoyed Wanda’s company. The universe must hate her or something if she was only allowed to talk to the breathtakingly beautiful brunette once a week.

Wanda let out a thoughtful-sounding hum as she took another sip of her latte. Then she turned her gaze back to Natasha and grinned. “Then I guess I’m going to start looking forward to Saturdays now.”

Natasha blinked several times, her mind still trying to process what she just heard (though it was difficult because she was also distracted by the way Wanda was smiling at her), eventually opting to take a sip of her flat white to try and hide her smile.

—

Two weeks passed since Natasha last saw Wanda.

Typically, Natasha was not the kind of person to call out from her shifts, no matter how foul of a mood she was in, but Liho threw up multiple times last Saturday morning, and Natasha wasted no time rushing her cat to the vet, resulting in her having to call out. She was relieved when the veterinarian confirmed that Liho would be fine, catching some sort of stomach bug, and prescribed Natasha antibiotics to administer to Liho.

Now it was the following Saturday, and Natasha was doing her best to focus on making drinks and ignore the clock hanging on the wall to her left. The moment she clocked in for her shift, she checked the day’s schedule and saw that Wanda would come in two hours later. It was honestly ridiculous how something so small as knowing when Wanda started her shift gave her the energy she needed to not give a fuck about the usual crowd of teenagers and middle-aged women bitching about how their frappuccinos don't have enough caramel drizzle around the cup and do her job without stress.

When Natasha heard the door open and realized it was a brunette from her peripheral, she immediately knew who it was. Her eyes locked with Wanda's and gave the younger a quick smile and a nod of acknowledgement before turning her focus back on the flat white she was making. Natasha forced herself to ignore the oncoming footsteps and the sweet scent of strawberries wafting into her nostrils while she slow-poured the pitcher of steamed milk into a ceramic cup.

"Hello, Natasha. Long time no see," Wanda greeted with a smile. "I hope your cat is doing better."

"Liho is recovering fine, thanks for asking." Natasha rinsed the pitcher then capped the flat white, briefly leaving Wanda's side to call out to the customer, then returned to where she stood. "How's it been adjusting to the life of a barista?"

"Pretty well, I think. I can make almost all the hot drinks."

"Which ones are you having trouble with?

Wanda scrunched her nose. "Cappuccinos and flat whites. I'm jealous at how you made that flat white look so easy. My foam for cappuccinos look… passable, but they don't look as pretty as others."

"Those take practice to make. I can teach you a few tips to make that journey to mastery easier," Natasha offered. She bit back a smile when Wanda's eyes lit up.

"Would you really?"

"Of course. But how about you clock in first? You're already five minutes late," Natasha said while pointing to the clock, snickering when Wanda cursed under her breath.

"I was so excited to see you that I completely forgot!" Wanda blurted out and shuffled away to the back.

Natasha felt her chest swell happily at what Wanda just said, biting back a smile once again, and tried to ignore that growing feeling by picking up a sanitized rag and wiping the area around the espresso bar till it was clean.

---

She didn't look like it but Natasha was the type of person who always made an effort to be punctual for work. If she was ever late, it was due to factors she couldn't control like if there was an accident on the way to work.

This Monday morning, Tony called her the moment she sat in her car asking her for a favor. Apparently, their shipment of toilet paper and hand soap didn't come in the night before, and there was no doubt the store would run out before noon. Natasha didn't mind taking a quick detour before going in for work and told Tony she'd get the supplies.

What Natasha didn't expect going into work today was Wanda stationed at the espresso bar. She recalled Wanda had classes weekday mornings, and while the mere sight of the brunette made her heart skip a beat, Natasha was also confused. Her mood immediately soured when she realized some guy was yelling at Wanda over the counter.

Natasha set down the bathroom supplies on the back counter and quickly made her way over to the bar. "Sir, may I ask what is the problem that you had to resort to raising your voice at our barista?" she intervened with icy calmness as she stared him down.

"The problem is that your barista is too slow at making the drinks! She's taking too long!" he complained and directed his obnoxious voice towards to Natasha. "My kids are going to be late for school!"

Natasha has heard this excuse before and she internally sighed while forcing to keep her customer-service-voice intact. "Sir, with all due respect, we are not responsible for your children's attendance."

"That's—“

"It is almost 8am on a Monday morning. You made the conscious decision to prioritize grabbing a cup of coffee during a morning rush at our shop instead of taking your children to school," Natasha cut him off sharply, glaring him down as she motioned to the other customers standing around the man. "These people also have places to be, but they are patiently waiting for their order."

Natasha felt goosebumps on the back of her neck when she felt a shaky hand from Wanda slide into hers. She gave the brunette's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze back. "You are not helping yourself, or anyone for that matter, by yelling at our barista to work faster."

The man's face was red from the neck up as there were murmuring coming from the people behind him. "Then what would you have me do?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You still have your receipt, right? If you leave now and take your kids to school, come back to our shop any time today and we'll make your drinks for you then. I'll leave a note to the other baristas working today so they know. Or you can get a refund for your order. Your choice," Natasha compromised with crossed arms. Truthfully, she wanted to kick him out for yelling at Wanda, but she needed to push her personal bias aside and try to be the better person, for the shop's image or whatever as Nick put it.

After several moments later, the man eventually chose to come back later for his order. Once he was gone, Natasha stood in front of the espresso bar and immediately began prepping the next order's drink. "I got this, Wanda. You go take your ten," she said while steaming a pitcher of almond milk.

"But Natasha… I feel bad for leaving you with so many drinks to make," Wanda mumbled softly.

"It's fine. I got this." Natasha paused to study Wanda closely. "You were shaken up." She reached out to gently rub at Wanda's upper arm, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. He was an asshole."

"But Natasha…" Wanda said again but with less firmness than before. "I still feel bad regardless. I picked up Carol's shift, thinking I could handle a morning shift since my morning class was canceled, and yet…"

Natasha hated that Wanda was close to crying. She remembered the feeling of being yelled at by a customer for the first time when she was starting out. “It’s shitty, but he’ll probably be one of many customers who’ll take their anger out on you,” she said honestly while capping the almond milk latte and handing it out to the customer. “But know when it’s not your fault. Like I said to him, we’re not responsible for his kids, and no one else had an issue about your coffee-making pace, right?”

“No…” Wanda confirmed with a slow nod. Natasha smiled when she saw that Wanda looked more relaxed.

“Then you did nothing wrong," she said with finality then began working on the next drink in the queue. "If you could take those supplies to the back and restock the bathrooms before your ten, I'd appreciate it."

Wanda swiftly nodded. "Of course." She fidgeted with her silver ring on her index finger. "Um, would you be free after your shift today?"

Natasha quirked up an eyebrow at Wanda while she pumped hazelnut syrup into the latte.

"I know this really good local dim sum spot. My brother and I went there a lot when we were in high school, so the owners know me, and I don't have class till late afternoon, and it's the least I can do so…"

"Maximoff, are you asking me out on a date in the middle of rush hour?" Natasha teased with a crooked grin. Her grin widened when Wanda fidgeted even more.

"I… I just… think you'd really enjoy the food," Wanda mumbled.

Natasha chuckled. "Sure, I'm down. I don't have any plans today. Dim sum sounds great."

Wanda immediately perked and flashed a beaming smile at her. "Great! I'll, um, go do my task now."

From her peripheral, Natasha watched Wanda shuffle to grab a couple of toilet rolls from the pack and a bottle of hand soap before heading to the lobby bathrooms.

She tried her best to focus on making the peppermint mocha in front of her, but she was too focused on the fact Wanda didn't deny that she was trying to ask Natasha out on a date.

---

After weeks of subtle flirting while working Saturdays together and the occasional invitations to grab food weekday nights, Natasha was almost sure there was something between her and Wanda.

Normally, Natasha admitted she could be clueless when it came to noticing people hitting on her, especially girls, but the entire store could "see the chemistry" between her and Wanda, as Tony put it so loudly one afternoon shift. Carol would nudge her side whenever Wanda walked into the store, Peter would instantly leave the break room the moment Wanda walked in to join her, and even Steven Strange, who displayed little to no emotions normally, was finding amusement in their interactions behind bar.

Still, Natasha never made any move to jump over that final hurdle because there was a boundary. She was a shift supervisor and Wanda was a part-time barista. Someone of her position wasn't allowed to date someone of a lower position due to power imbalance. Nick had a soft spot for her, but he would have no choice but to step in if he caught on. The most likely scenario would be he'd transfer her to a different location. It would suck ass because Natasha genuinely enjoyed the team she had here at this location, but it would be a much better alternative in comparison to the worst-case scenario: Wanda would have to be let go. It's what happened to Laura after Nick discovered Clint was dating her. In the end, Clint quit too.

Natasha decided that the way things were currently were for the best.

---

While Natasha was taking a year off from university, her sister, Yelena, was still a full-time student and in the middle of studying for a major exam for her class in child psychology. Yelena lamented to her that she'd be pulling an all-nighter, so Natasha decided to drive back to the coffee that night to stop and grab a jug of cold brew for her sister. It was a win-win situation because Natasha knew Wanda was working tonight.

Natasha pushed through the familiar coffee shop doors and a broad grin curved on her face at the sight of Wong. "Hey, stranger. Long time no see. How was Hong Kong?"

"Right back at you, Nat," Wong laughed and stood in front of the register. "It was a lot fun since it had been years since I went back. My family fed me well. It's good to be back though. I'm guess you're here because of Yelena?"

"You know me so well. She's currently dying from studying as we speak," she chuckled while pulling out her credit card. "The usual cold brew jug for her and a decaf flat white for me. Throw in a scone too, but it doesn't need to be warmed."

"You got it," Wong confirmed with a nod and entered in her order. "Send my regards to Yelena and tell her not to study too hard."

Natasha gave him an amused look and slid her card into the reader. "Will do, but no promises. You know how she is."

"That I do."

Natasha looked up and saw Wanda emerging from the back with a couple cartons of oat milk in arms. The moment Wanda made eye contact with her, she immediately burst out in a full-blown smile. "Why hello there."

"Hey, you," Natasha coolly acknowledged with a smirk and slipped her card back into her wallet. She didn't miss the way Wong looked at them with a cheeky glance before heading to the back for Yelena's jug. God, she must be so obvious.

After placing the oat milk into the fridge below the espresso bar, Wanda ripped off Natasha's order receipt from the printer and skimmed it. "A jug of cold brew and a decaf flat white."

"The former is for my sister. She needs the fuel because she'll be pulling an all-nighter."

Wanda pursed her lips thoughtfully and poured whole milk into the pitcher. "I'm familiar with that pain. I wish her well. I'll get started on your flat white since Wong is already preparing your jug."

"Take your time. Thanks, Wanda."

Natasha felt her body instinctively hold her breath when Wanda's beautiful blue eyes met hers with an almost playful glint.

"Of course, Natasha."

She shivered at the way her name rolled off Wanda's tongue.

Minutes later Wanda finished her drink and placed the cup in the hand-off area. When Natasha glanced down at her coffee, there was heart-shaped latte art. Her gaze shifted to Wanda's to find the brunette grinning at her. "Impressed?" Wanda asked. "I've been practicing."

"It shows. This heart is beautiful," Natasha praised as she capped her cup. "Shame I'll have to ruin it after the first sip."

"As long as you don't ruin the real thing."

Natasha felt her heart thud against her ribcage, exhaling slowly. "Wanda…"

Wanda didn't look away. "Yes?"

"I—"

"Here's your jug, Nat!"

Natasha's shoulders relaxed when Wong came up from behind Wanda and slid over the jug of cold brew to her. "Thanks again, Wong."

"Not a problem. Take care." Wong waved and headed back to the register to help another customer.

"Have a good night, Wanda," she murmured.

"You too, Natasha," Wanda whispered softly. "You too."

---

After handing off the cold brew and scone to Yelena, Natasha went to her room to leave her sister in peace. She had her smart TV placed on a low table so she could comfortably watch on her giant bean bag chair, though at the moment, she was mindlessly scrolling through her list of saved shows to watch on Netflix. Natasha figured she should be more productive, but her earlier conversation with Wanda refused to leave her mind. She never expected the other girl to be so forward when they first met. It was becoming more and more difficult to control herself.

Natasha felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and tugged it out. When she realized it was a text from Wanda, she swallowed. "Speak of the devil," she muttered to herself and opened the message.

Hey!

I know this is sudden, but do you think you could give me a ride home?

My brother failed to tell me that his car is in the shop till tomorrow so he can't pick me up.

If you can't, that's fine. I can call an Uber.

you don't need to get an uber

give me 20min and i'll be there

---

When Natasha returned to the coffee shop, Wanda was standing in front of the closed store with Wong.

"Sorry for taking so long. I kept hitting every damn red light," Natasha huffed in annoyance as pushed her car door shut and made her way to her friends.

"Not to worry. We weren't waiting long," Wong insisted with a laugh.

"Wong was kind enough to wait with me till you arrived," Wanda explained to her then turned to Wong. "Thank you again."

"It's no trouble at all, Wanda," Wong said with a slight bow of the head. "It wouldn't be safe for you to be standing out here all by yourself. Get home safe, ladies."

Natasha gave Wong a fist bump then unlocked her car for Wanda. The brunette placed her tote bag in the backseats before she joined Natasha in the front. Once they were both buckled in, they both gave Wong one last wave and drove out of the coffee shop's parking lot.

Wanda's house was a fifteen minute drive at most from their workplace (assuming Natasha didn't hit every light again). There were times she had to take her home after they bought some deliciously cheap Chinese takeout together or grabbed some authentic Italian gelato, so she knew the way to Wanda's place by heart at this point. But this night ride felt longer than usual. Wanda was quiet, answering Natasha's attempts at striking a conversation with tiny smiles and hums, sometimes a nod. She wondered if their earlier conversation was still on the brunette's mind, but she wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up again. At the very least, Wanda wasn't upset at her, given that she still looked at Natasha with a smile. It was kind of crazy how the sight of Wanda simply smiling at her made Natasha feel comforted. No words were needed.

The drive reached its end when Natasha parked against the curb of Maximoff's driveway. She shut off the engine and shifted to face the other girl. "There ya go, Miss Maximoff. Home sweet home."

"Thank you again for driving me home," Wanda said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Anytime. Have a good night, Wanda." Natasha raised an eyebrow when Wanda remained where she was, biting down on her lower lip while wearing a contemplative expression. "What's up?" she gently prodded. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat when Wanda placed her hand over Natasha's that was gripping the gearshift "Wanda?" she breathed out more softly.

Wanda leaned in closer over the armrest compartment between them. In the cramped space of her car, Natasha was hyper-aware of Wanda more than ever and the charged atmosphere and hung around them. She should have moved away, she really should have, but Natasha was frozen by those captivating blue eyes she could fall into forever, shuddering when Wanda moved her hand from the gearshift, up Natasha's arm, to the back of Natasha's neck, coming closer.

"Wanda," she said again, more quietly, more weakly than before.

"Is this okay?" Wanda whispered, but to Natasha's ears, it almost sounded like the younger was pleading to her. And Natasha knew what she was really asking - there was no denying the tension between them anymore. The rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea to jump over that final hurdle, but her heart couldn't take the sound of Wanda's voice, so soft and uncertain, and didn't want to push her away any longer.

"Yeah… it's more than okay," Natasha answered back and kissed Wanda.

Natasha often daydreamed what it was like to kiss Wanda. She imagined it'd be gentle and slow with a hint of cherries like that one Katy Perry song. Instead, their kiss tasted fruity in a herbal tea kind of way, and while Wanda's kisses were initially gentle, she craved Natasha's lips more than oxygen. Natasha reveled in the whimpering noises Wanda made when she suckled on the brunette's lower lip, then pushed her tongue into her mouth so their tongues met in desperate, messy kiss that stemmed from weeks of repressed tension. Natasha's mind was reeling in a way that reminded her of the way she felt when she was tipsy, but in this case she was intoxicated by Wanda, and she damn wished she could feel this way all the time.

"Sestra! I baked extra pečené buchty and Mama said to give it to your friend as thanks and— WHOA!"

Wanda pushed Natasha away and snapped her head in the direction of the voice.

"PIETRO!" Wanda hissed from inside the car. This was the first time Natasha's seen Wanda's twin brother, and she should be flustered he caught them making out, but she's oddly attracted to a pissed-off Wanda.

"Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to give you pastries!" Pietro bowed his head excessively but his eyes were twinkling in amusement. Wanda huffed and got out of the car to take the brown bag of bread from him. "Thank you for accepting my delivery. You and your girlfriend can continue~"

"Go!" Wanda hissed again and Pietro happily jogged off back into the house, but not before giving Wanda a thumbs up. With a sigh, Wanda slipped back into the passenger seat, clearing her throat with flustered cheeks. "Um, I'm sorry about my brother…"

"It's okay. Kinda should've realized it was risky doing it right outside your house," Natasha chuckled. A pleasant, sweet aroma wafted into her nose and she eyed the bag. "Those smell really good. Are they really for me?"

"If Pietro said so, then yes. He's been into baking recently. Which is strange considering how impatient he is." Wanda cleared her throat again, gazing turning meek when her eyes met Natasha's. "About before…"

"I don't regret it if that's what you're about to ask," Natasha cut in. "I've been wanting to kiss you for awhile now, if it wasn't already obvious. It's just… difficult with my position at work."

"I'm open to the idea of keeping our relationship a secret. I know how much you love working at the coffee shop and wouldn't want to jeopardize that," Wanda hummed quietly as she played with Natasha's fingers. "I know we can make time to see each other outside of work, but I also treasure our time together on Saturdays.

Natasha could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around happily as their fingers intertwined. "Secret but official?"

"Secret but official," Wanda agreed and pressed a kiss to Natasha's cheek. "I should go. My twin senses are telling me Pietro is watching us through a window. I'll see you on Saturday."

Natasha brought the brunette's fingers to her lips and kissed each one of them. "Can I see you Friday night instead?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Natasha Romanoff?" Wanda teased, head tilted to one side, giggling softly at the gesture.

Natasha recalled the way she teased Wanda with the same question weeks ago, but this time they were both serious. "I am. I can't wait till Saturday morning to see you."

Wanda gave her a shy smile. "Then you will see me Friday night. Goodnight, Natasha."

Natasha smiled back.

"Goodnight, Wanda."

She reluctantly watched Wanda exit her car and made her way back to her doorstep. Wanda looked back at her when she stepped inside her house, neither looking away, until Wanda finally closed the door shut.

Natasha sighed happily and slumped in her seat. She placed two fingers on her lips, still tingling from the feeling of Wanda's lips on hers, still somewhat in disbelief that they really kissed. She wasn't sure how difficult it was going to be to hide their relationship at work, but somehow, she'll make it work.

For now, Natasha turned on the engine and drove away, already mentally planning how she'd like to spend her first official date with Wanda.

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A/N: Fun fact: I used to work for the green mermaid coffee corporation, so parts of this fic were inspired from personal experiences. You'll have to figure out which parts though ;)

Anyway, this was my first non-MCU WandaNat AU. Hope you enjoyed the fic and thank you for reading! :)

Till next time.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wanda x natasha

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