#nat x you

Hello lovelies, 

Remember me? Your (probably not your favorite) angst fanfic writer, Raven.

Yes, I am alive. I am so sorry to have drop out from the face of the tumblr world after posting Manhattan 9, and at such cliffhanger? But with the lockdowns slowly easing, works’ came back hectic as ever. To top it all off, I started my own business as well; you guys I have an online ice cream store!! Wish I can send you guys some. You all deserve it for surviving, and continuously fighting through the hardships of daily adult life x pandemic multiplier. 

So, yeah, I got a little busy but I’m back and I really want to write again. I still intend to continue Manhattan and Stark Legacy, give me a little time to figure a direction for those again.

In the meantime, I would like to ask you guys if you would be willing to help me help my friend raise money for something that is very important to her. I will link below her gofundme account, so you can read on her story and her vision directly from her.

https://gofund.me/ceac72ef

But basically, she’s raising funds for two things:

First, she’s trying to create an online platform that would provide a space for anyone who has experienced trauma from the past especially ones that are brought by sexual violence to connect with others and hopefully make them feel less alone at the minimum.

Second, a part of the money that will be raised will go to a non-profit organization called Women Against Rape based in Innsbruck, Austria. You can read more about them here: https://www.frauen-gegen-vergewaltigung.at/

Vicky is very self-sufficient. She’s struggled hard to get this fundraising website up because she’s scared no one’s going support her, and she doesn’t actively promote the page as much because she doesn’t like bothering people. That’s why I really want to help her. 

I also feel bad asking you lovely internet people for money but I really want to do this for Vicky. So, I think, if ANYONE is interested. I will write a one-shot for 10$? or any amount you can spare. Just send me a message and we can talk about your request. I will also have to say, I’m only writing for Nat x Reader and Lena Luthor x Reader, as I’m not really caught up with TV atm. 

You guys, this isn’t mandatory alright. If you can’t donate that’s okay. If you can share this post, that’s a big help already. 

Thanks for reading all the way here. 

xx

Raven

After the snap, your boyfriend, Steve, can’t live with his own failure. Natasha comforts you the best way she knows how.

Warnings: SMUT F/F fingering, oral 

Word Count:1.7k

Steve was broken. A ghost of his former self.

You would find him all the time now, staring off into the distance, his sea-blue eyes glazed over. In those moments, you’d grab his hands in yours, whisper in his ear.

It’s not your fault. He was too powerful, too strong. There was nothing we could do.

But it didn’t matter how gentle your voice was, how soft the kisses you pressed against his cheek were, how tight you wrapped him in your arms. He never listened.

Grief and guilt are savage beasts. They will twist your mind with their claws and crush your heart in their fists. But, you can outrun them, if you want to. The rest of the team did, they managed to find a way to still live, to find something worth fighting for, even with the beasts at their heels.

Steve didn’t. He let the beasts catch him, and you weren’t strong enough to fight them off for him.

The Steve you knew and loved, the golden-haired, brave, Captain America, was gone. Dead.

And you didn’t know what to do.

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You are dreaming.

You and him. Him and you.

Down by the lake, where you used to go all the time.

The water is glistening, the surface so clear you could peer over the edge and feel like you’re falling into space; a pool full of stars. The air is calm, quiet.

Steve’s fingers are entwined with yours. You lean in, brush his ear with your lips, whisper something. He laughs, long and loud and happy. Your cheeks hurt from grinning.

You let your eyes linger on his face, etch the details of his features into your brain. His full lashes, his rosy cheeks, his pink lips. The way he looks at you as if you are his entire world. The way he used to look at you all the time.

Suddenly, he’s kissing you, pinning you to the ground. You feel the grass tickle your arms, the heat radiating from his skin. You feel his lips, on your mouth and your jaw and your neck.

God, you missed this. You missed him.

You want more, you need more, you fall into his touch, further and further and…

“Y/N.” Someone shakes your arm. “Wake up.”

You open your eyes. Natasha is sitting on your bed, watching you. Her hair is down, she’s wearing a black tank top, sweatpants that sit just on her hips.

“Nat,” you whisper, sitting up, “what are you doing here?”

“I just-” she begins, but she stops, looks to the ground shyly.

You’d never seen the super spy so nervous. “It’s okay… you can tell me.” You encourage.

“I just wanted to check up on you.” The red-head confesses, her eyes meeting yours.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why?”

“I know how hard everything has been, with Steve.” Nat mutters. “I see you, Y/N. I see you bring him meals that he doesn’t eat, I see you knock on the door and get no answer. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you.”

Tears burn at your eyes, threaten to spill over. “Thank you, Nat,” you mutter, “but I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” She wraps her fingers around your arm, gently. “You’re not fine. I mean… you don’t even sleep in the same room as him anymore.”

The truth hits you like a knife to the chest. “He just… needs time.” You stutter.

“No.” Natasha says, lifting your chin with her fingers. “Don’t make excuses for him. Don’t lie. You don’t have to, not with me.”

Her hand is warm underneath your chin. It reminds you of him, his skin and his hot touch. It’s enough to make you fall over the edge. You let yourself cry, big, heavy sobs that rob your lungs of breath. Nat holds you, wraps your body in her arms, lets you dampen her shirt with your tears.

“I just feel so… alone.” You choke into her shoulder.

“I know.” She comforts, caressing your hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

She trails your fingers gently through your locks, massages your scalp. You close your eyes.

“Maybe,” she whispers, her voice feather-soft, “I can help you not feel so alone.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Her fingers fall to your thigh, drift up and down. “I mean,” she purrs, “we can have a little fun…if you want?”

Your breath catches in your throat. A thousand thoughts race through your mind at once.

You’re still with Steve. It’s wrong, so wrong. She’s your friend. He still loves you, he does. You can’t do this to him, you can’t betray him…

“Come on,” Nat’s breath tickles your ear, “I can make you feel good, Y/N. I know that’s what you want.”

Your mind floods with wanting. You haven’t been touched in so long. Too long.

You love Steve, with every fibre of your body. You do. But the weight of this love has been sitting on your shoulders for so long. It was crushing you. You were exhausted. Was it wrong to want a break from that? Even for just one night?

You took a deep breath.

“S-Steve can’t know.” You stutter out. “Nobody can.”

“They won’t.” Nat assures, her fingers caressing your cheek. “This stays our little secret.”

You look at your best friend, into her midnight blue eyes. Realisation washes over you. You want her, her touch and her lips, all over your body. You want her everywhere.

You nod your permission.

That’s all she needs.

She brushes your hair behind your ear, exposing your neck. You moan in pleasure as her lips kiss the soft flesh there.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” She teases, leading your head down to the pillow. “Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamt about you, my pretty best friend, naked underneath me?”

Your stomach turns with arousal at her words.

Her fingers grab at the bottom of your shirt, lift it over your head. You’re not wearing a bra. “I’m going to treat you good, baby. Better than Steve ever could.” She purrs.

Your nipples are hard, exposed to the cold air. She puts one into her mouth, swirls it with her tongue, kneads your other breast in her hand. You moan in ecstasy.

She grins triumphantly. “You like when I play with your pretty tits, don’t you?”

“Yes… holy fuck.” You whimper, your cheeks blushing at how desperate you already were.

Nat chuckles and returns to suck at your neck. Slowly, her hands drift down to your thighs. She grabs the waistband of your shorts, pulls them down your legs. You are in nothing but your underwear.

“Look at you,” the woman murmurs, trailing kisses up your legs, “laid out here for me… so perfect.”

She stops before her mouth reaches your heat. A solitary finger traces your slit through the piece of cloth, eliciting a moan from you.

Ever so slowly, she pulls your panties down your legs, throws them in the corner of the room.

She spreads your legs wide. You’re glistening with arousal.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, “you’re so wet for me, baby.”

She slides one finger into you first, then two, making you gasp. She curls her digits delicately, searching for your special spot. A moan leaves your lips when she finds it.

“Natasha-” you breathe out.

She doesn’t answer. She is on a mission, her fingers deep within your pussy, repeatedly curling up and down. A knot begins to build in your stomach.

Already? You think in disbelief.

“Fuck Nat, I’m going to come.” You whine, your eyes closing.

“Come for me, Y/N. It’s okay.” The red-head purrs, her fingers continuing their assault.

A wave of intense pleasure washes over you. Warmth radiates throughout your body. Your thighs shake around Nat’s fingers.

Delicately, the spy removes her digits from your pussy. They are soaked with arousal.

“Be a good girl,” she demands, climbing towards your face, “open up.”

You wrap your mouth around her fingers, lick them clean. Your cum tastes sweet. Saccharine.

Then, Natasha’s plump lips are on yours, her tongue in your mouth. Tasting you.

Your clit throbs. You begin to close your legs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Nat says, wedging a hand in-between your smooth thighs. “We’re not done.”

Before you can blink, your legs are strung over her shoulders. She breathes on your already sensitive clit. Goosebumps rise all over your flesh.

Her tongue licks along your slit before her lips attach to your clit. She flicks the sensitive bud in her mouth, sending vibrations straight up to your core.

You bury your fingers in her hair as your lips part open in pleasure.

Her tongue is magic, your whole body twists and turns to her rhythm. As you lose yourself in bliss, you forget all the immense tension you have been holding for the last year, the grief and the guilt, the unbearable sadness that has clouded your mind…

Nat’s mouth is everywhere you want it. Desperately, you twirl your nipples in between your fingers, knead your breasts. Your toes begin to curl.

She holds your hips down as she licks another orgasm out of you.

You erupt in ecstasy. Intense warmth and pure, perfect pleasure are all you feel. You are free, flying amongst the stars. You are awash in sensation, vibrating from your core to the tips of your toes and the top of your head.

Natasha drinks from your heat, lapping at your arousal, her fingers still clenched around your thighs.

You lie back on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat beading your flesh.

“That was amazing.” You choke out, breathless.

Nat appears at your side, wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Did you expect anything less?” She teases. You smile up at the ceiling.

Moonlight sneaks in from between the curtains, illuminating your best-friend’s irises.

“Thank you.” You whisper into the silence. “I needed that.”

It takes a minute before your reply arrives. “It was the least I could do, Y/N.”

That night, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Tomorrow, you will struggle with guilt and the consequences of what you had just done.

But right now, while the sun was still down and your best friend breathed softly beside you, you could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

For just one night, everything could be okay.