#Natasha romanoff

[romanoffshouse]

Natasha: Y/N... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now.

Y/N: *muffled* mm hmmm

Natasha: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

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[yanaromanov]

rockstar nat headcanons 🎸

warning: contains nsfw content, minors dni

- rockstar!nat who takes you on tour with her and her band. each night after her show, she slips back into her trailer to find you waiting, always there for her to use.

- rockstar!nat who met you at one of her shows, spying you in the audience before tracking you down afterwards. she pinned you into the bathroom stall where she’d found you, spilling out confessions over your beauty and her attraction to you. despite being taken aback, you couldn't resist her charm or sultry looks so eventually let her trail you to a room backstage. after that first taste of you, natasha knew she was hooked.

- rockstar!nat who teaches you to play guitar in her trailer. standing so close you can feel her pressing against your back, her body curving into your own. of course she knows the effect this has on you, only teasing you further when she places kisses to your neck each time you play a chord correctly.

“you’re doing so good, angel. maybe you can join me up on stage one night.”

- rockstar!nat who dedicates the song to you on stage, calling out to the audience that this one is for the “pretty girl out there who’s listening”. a lot of the fans like to think she’s speaking to them but you know she means you.

- rockstar!nat who writes little songs for you, letting you sit at her feet as she plays them and you just stare back up, absolutely whipped for your talented girlfriend.

- rockstar!nat who gives you all of the flowers that are chucked on stage, collecting them and handing them over to “her perfect girl” because she claims she couldn’t do it without you.

- rockstar!nat who lets you sign her guitar and makes all of her fans start to speculate just who this person might be that is so close with their favourite band member.

- rockstar!nat who is covered in tattoos and lets you trace them with your fingers as you fall asleep together. you particularly enjoy the way her stomach always sucks in air as you trace over the legs of the black widow spider tattooed next to her hip bone.

- rockstar!nat who takes any opportunity to have you sat in her lap. whether it’s a band meeting, some sort of venue check, or simply just her hanging backstage with her bandmates, you’re always seated on her thigh with her hands wrapped possessively around your waist.

- rockstar!nat who winks to you on stage. whether you’re in the wings or the audience, she’s always looking in your direction to let you know she’s thinking of you.

- rockstar!nat who makes you wear her old red guitar pick on a chain around your neck.

“how else are they gonna know you’re mine, baby?”

- rockstar!nat who notices the way you stare when she plays guitar for you. eyes fixated on her fingers as they dance across the fretboard of her bass, consumed by thoughts of what else those fingers could be doing. it’s never long before natasha is able to read your thoughts and throws her guitar to the side, taking you into her lap instead as she makes you grind down on her hand, listening to the string of moans and whimpers that cascade from your lips.

- rockstar!nat who needs to fuck you after every new concert location, claiming you need to christen each new town or city you venture to.

- rockstar!nat who likes to fuck you in her favourite band tees. reading the tour dates as she pounds you from behind or pushing the fabric up past your tits as she eats you out, then leaving you in nothing more than the shirt one she’s done making you cum over and over.

- rockstar!nat who will let you apply her lipstick before she goes on stage, watching amusedly as your face scrunches up in concentration. without a doubt, she will always leave at least one red kiss mark against your skin before she ventures out for that nights concert.

- rockstar!nat’s calloused fingertips from years of playing guitar, that are always so perfectly hard as she plays with your clit, always eliciting such sweet noises from you as you melt like putty in her hands.

- rockstar!nat who makes out with you in the back alleys behind the venue. pushing you up against the wall and riding her hand up your skirt as she sings your praises from the heavens.

“god, you’re so beautiful, baby. just stand there like that for me, that’s it. 'atta girl.”

- rockstar!nat who fucks you in a bathroom backstage just before the show starts. management is searching for her everywhere, calling her to stage for final checks. you can hear them through the thin bathroom walls but natasha simply covers your mouth with her free hand as she continues to pump her fingers into your wet cunt.

“shh, now angel. you don’t want them to hear you now, do you?”

- rockstar!nat who takes you guitar shopping with her, asking your opinion on all of the models even though she knows your knowledge is very limited and you won’t choose based on anything other than looks.

“you like that one, huh? it is very pretty. though, nowhere near as pretty as you.”

- rockstar!nat who will shower you with gifts, pouring all of her extra income into expensive lingerie sets and new outfits just for you. (or maybe sometimes just for her)

- rockstar!nat who always let you parade about in her leather jackets. you think you are sneaky stealing from the redhead's wardrobe, but she knows all about your tactics and in fact, loves the way you walk around with a piece of her constantly attached, letting everyone see just how you are her girl. not to mention just how hot you look with the leather draped over your shoulders, sometimes just covering up the lacy bra nat had chosen for you to wear. whatever the circumstances, natasha watches you wear her jackets with a wide smirk on her face, simply set on the idea of fucking you later with the leather still clinging to your skin.

- rockstar!nat who loves giving you hickeys. not just on your neck but all over; your tits, your thighs, anywhere she can get her hands on. she loves the way you'll walk around practice the next day with remnants of her still clinging to your skin, even if some are in places only she would ever see. she loves the way her bandmates and management will trace their eyes over the bruises littered on your visible skin, smirking to herself as she sees just how unbothered you have grown to all of their stares.

- rockstar!nat who makes you eat her out before she goes on stage, riding your face as she tenses and moans above you. sometimes when she can’t find you, lost to the backrooms and twisting corridors of the backstage venue, she’s all the more worked up when she does eventually locate you. she'll force you into the closest empty space and slam the door closed behind her, just desperate to get some form of release before she has to go perform.

“hurry up, i’ve only got twenty minutes before final checks. get on your knees.”

- rockstar!nat who passes you the cigarette she’s smoking, encouraging you to take a drag knowing you always do it wrong and end up choking on the smoke. she simply chuckles to herself as she watches you cough, taking the cigarette back from you before taking a long draw, almost as if she’s mocking you. blowing the smoke back into your face and watching you cough more, natasha’s amusement only increases. she pulls you close as she gives you a bitter kiss and mumbles “too much for my little baby, huh?”, stroking your hair as you desperately try to rid the tickle in your chest.

- rockstar!nat who tells you she loves you every second of the day. whenever she gets the chance, she’s whispering it into your ear, nipping at the skin as she reminds you how much she just loves and needs you in her life.

“you’re so beautiful, baby. you know that? god, i love you so much. you’re so perfect for me. so, so perfect.”

- rockstar!nat who you get drunk with one night and finally agree to let her pierce your nipples. it hurts like shit but once they've healed, nat can’t get over how loud you whine whenever she pulls on them. at any chance she gets, she will accidentally brush up against them just to watch the way you bite your lip at the contact. then she'll mumble “something wrong, baby?” only to smirk back as she watches you shake your head in response.

- rockstar!nat who always tucks a pair of your underwear into her pocket before she goes on stage, claiming it’s her good luck charm. sometimes you even watch in horror as a lacy red thong slips slightly from her jeans, on show for anyone in the audience who might care to look for it.

- rockstar!nat who will sign her autograph on to everything you own, just as a reminder of how you're hers. “don’t want you to forget,” she’d murmur, pen cap stuck between her teeth, as she signed her name, handing your possession back with a wink before kissing you on the head and walking away to whatever she was doing before. you know she does it because it especially winds you up, claiming her ego was growing too big as her fame climbs, but there's no denying the small smile that grows on your face every time you see the redhead's small signature etched into everything you own, an everlasting reminder of your love.

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[cinnabunwanda]

Magic fingers ✰ Natasha Ramnoff ⌇DRABBLES

content warning — smut, teasing, Dom!nat, sub!reader

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Ramnoff

summary — In the kitchen, you cook chocolate brownies with your girlfriend Natasha, who teases you and warns you not to get too close before she gets something off you.

word count — 0.3k

you were in the kitchen cooking one of your favourites. chocolate brownies. no one was at the avengers compound today so you decided to roam around in one of your girlfriends tops and your panties.

'a little bit more milk, should do it' you softly spoke to yourself.

it wasn't long until you heard the door to the compound open.

'who is it?' you yell out.

'who do you think it is?'

you hear the voice of your long term girlfriend Natasha. she walks into the kitchen. the smell of brownies drew her in. she walked uptown you and gave you a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around you. she spun you around so you were face to face. she leaned into give you a kiss.

'I missed you' a smile runs across your face.

'I miss you too'

'what are you making here?' she questioned as she walked over to the bench.

you jump up excitedly.

'brownies!'

'I made them just for you. I just have to put them in the oven first'

she giggles. she pulls me towards her. her lips touching mine. they were soft like clouds. I felt her hands move down my back, she put one hand on my ass and squeezed it. a small moan escaped my lips. her touch making me drip.

I felt her hand reach around to the front of my body. her fingers reaching down into my panties. her index finger tracing my clit. god she knew how to tease me.

'stop teasing me and put them in'

she pushed a finger in my dripping cunt. fuck it felt good. she started moving her finger in and out. she adds two more fingers. moans escape my lips.

'omg natty i'm going to-'

she stops and pulls them out. I look at her with a confused look.

'you don't get to cum before I get something off you'

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[waltermis]

Thinking

*In the middle of a HYDRA base caught in a shootout*

Y/N: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yelena: Yes! And I agree, we should do it!

Y/N: Ewwww! You want to have sex with Natasha?? She's your sister!

Yelena: No! I thought you mean the missi- WAIT! YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT SEX WITH NAT?!?!

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[munariplans]

forty, love | part 2 | natasha romanoff

part 2 of forty, love synopsis: winning was everything, and losing was a sin. unfortunately, you were on a losing streak, and natasha loved winning.

natasha romanoff x tennis player! reader

word count: 4.6k words

a/n: did y'all think i would leave you hanging just like that? come on now, i would never do that :D

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for the few seconds after the match, as the umpire announced the score officially, and declaring princeton as the winners, you were numb. there was nothing but ringing in your ears, no emotions, no feelings. you had simply laid your racket down on the court then, walking off with nothing but the ringing, and numbness, within. 

you almost couldn’t remember anything during the prize-giving ceremony. how you stood on a podium only slightly shorter than the winner, how you were handed a silver trophy instead of a gold one, how the organisers smiled at you warmly, still managing to utter a “congratulations”. you didn’t remember if you even bothered smiling in the photographs they took.  

then came the low hum. it sounded almost like white noise, but it was there. a low hum of something whirring around you, it could have been your coach, or your teammates, or even people squeezing in to try to get an autograph from you as you made your way to your dressing room. none of it mattered. it felt like you were walking on clouds, almost weightless as your feet carried you automatically to where you needed to be. you swiped your card against the door, and entered. it locked with a click after.

hunched over and your head in your hands was how natasha found you. she had begged the guards to let her into your dressing room when you had refused to open the door for anyone else, and reluctantly, knowing who she was to you, they had let her. the room was silent when she entered, you almost looked like a statue.

it was her turn to drop to her knees, facing you and trying to coax you to look at her. natasha managed to lift your head enough to see you, but not enough to look at her. she thought it was best to just lay your head on her shoulder, rocking you in comfort, in that position for a while. there were no tears against her shirt this time, strangely. 

five minutes passed. she knew it would possibly take longer, but then your hands were on hers, tearing yourself away from her touch. natasha wanted to smile as she saw the beautiful hue in your eyes again.

but then, you said, “you should leave.”

natasha didn’t even feel like she deserved to feel used, because she had done this to herself. she had asked for this, she had threatened to leave you first. she bit her lip, and shook her head slowly. “no, no, no.”

“natasha, please leave.”

“i hadn’t meant what i said, i wasn’t…baby, i’m not leaving you.” suddenly, the truth of what she had said had become too terrifying to confront. of course she hadn’t meant it. of course she didn’t intend on leaving you. not like this. not just for something as stupid as this. how could she leave you just because you had lost on a single point in a match? didn’t you know her better than this? 

natasha scrambled to her feet when you stood first, face devoid of any emotion. she thought it was less scary when you at least cried after losing. you made your way over to the trophy resting atop the vanity table, picked it up and shoved it towards natasha, and spat, “you didn’t have to say it out loud to mean it.”

then, natasha watched as you collected the rest of your items, and approached the door. she was still in shock, and remorse, but she knew at least, that if she allowed you to walk out this time, she would possibly never see you again. and so she gave chase, and before the door could unlock and you could step out, her arms were around your waist, her front pressed to your back, begging you to stay. 

“wait, wait, please. you have to listen to me–”

“–there is nothing to listen to,” you didn’t understand why she was even trying to hold on, “we’re done. it’s over. i lost, you will leave. you made it very clear, and i have accepted this fate even before you said it out loud. we both know we’re done, so can you just make it easier and let me leave?”

“no, we were o-okay, we were good. why are you suddenly…?” 

then, you turned to face her. “were we? tell me you see this playing out any better than it did today. tell me you would have really stayed.”

at her stunned silence, you took it as your confirmation. unlocking the door and pushing her off of you, you spared one last look at her, tears streaming down her cheeks and a hurt expression you would have killed to apologise for in the past, and said, “i hope you find someone better. someone who would always win for you.”

when natasha returned to your shared hotel room later on, she found that you had packed up all of your things and checked out early. your coach was kind enough to tell her that you had returned back to your dorms first. then, he gave her a sympathetic look, and told her that she shouldn’t try to find you, because you had advised your building security not to let her in. 

– 

a week after the match, however, natasha received a call from you. she was in the middle of waiting for the results of a scholarship interview, but it didn’t stop her from racing down the stairs, bursting out into the open lawn, and praying for complete silence so she could hear your voice better.

“hello…?” you realised she sounded hopeful, almost happy that you called. 

“hi, natasha. can we meet?”

you were to come over to her dorm later that evening. you wanted to discuss some things, natasha heard it as you wanting to give your relationship a second chance. you offered to bring her dinner as a peace offering, she heard it as your invitation for a reconciliation date. she declined and told you she would be cooking for you both. you ended the call with a noncommittal grunt. she felt like the heavens had blessed her with a second chance.

when she went home, she deep-cleaned her room, went out to get a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and even enlisted the help of her friends to help cook and set up a candlelit dinner for the both of you. she made sure everything was perfect, down to a T, and she was going to make sure that you wouldn’t regret giving her a second chance. 

you arrived ten minutes late in a t-shirt and jeans, and looking around at the setup of the room, the dim romantic lighting and the steak dinners on the makeshift table in her corner, it was then that you noticed natasha too, was in a dress that you always told her made her look like a million dollars. 

she was moving on fast, you thought. a dinner date right after your unloading of the last of her things? perhaps the natasha you knew was not really the natasha that was in front of you then. you couldn’t control the annoyance, “guess you’ve moved on, then?”

the sneer on your face disappeared the moment you looked back at her. she was staring at the box full of her things that were cradled in your arms, tears threatening to fall from her eyes at the sight of it all. that’s when you realised. it was all for you. 

you almost backed out. almost put the box down, shoved it back to where it belonged, strewn about your room and laying with your own belongings, and dropped to your knees in front of her. almost began repeating your usual i’m sorry, i’m sorry, forgive me, i love you in a million different ways, almost asking her to rethink all that had been done in the past week altogether. you almost went right back to her arms, wiping her tears and apologising for making her cry.

but you couldn’t do it. not anymore. natasha wasn’t yours now, and you were nothing to her. you needed to move on, you needed to be strong. so you gripped onto the box harder, and got on with what you wanted to say. 

“i’m sorry i ended things that way…in such a crude manner…during the finals. you didn’t deserve that, and i was so vexed and caught up in the heat of the moment. our separation…it should’ve been done better.” 

natasha didn’t know how else it could have been done better. how else you could have broken up with her that didn’t involve her getting her heart ripped out. 

but you were steady, the words memorised and practised over and over in your head, natasha knew. “i came here, not to fix things or to try again at something we both know isn’t going to work. i’m sorry if i gave you that impression. but i want us to remain cordial, at the very least, and not hate each other. not that i could ever hate you, because…” you cleared the lump in your throat at natasha beginning to weep, “...because you were my best friend, my motivation, my…everything, for almost all of my college life here. so, i think we deserve it, we both deserve at least remaining friendly with each other, for the past 3 years we have shared. i don’t regret it, and i hope you didn’t either.”

natasha was choking up with tears by then, the makeup on her face running down her cheeks as she desperately tried to hold herself, to stop the goddamn tears from flowing like a river. it was so embarrassing. your lips were bleeding with how hard you were biting them, but you remained strong. you wanted nothing more than to beg for her forgiveness, for her to take you back, to tell you that you were wrong and that she loved you despite it all and that she was never going to leave you ever again, but you couldn’t. you had to harshly remind yourself that she had moved on, and you should too. 

you gently laid the box by her bed, your shirt that had become hers over the years at the top of it, the only thing that you found hardest to let go of. it was yours, but you thought it was only fair that she had it. natasha sat on the bed, watching you stare at the shirt for a minute wistfully.

when you managed to pull yourself out of it, you turned back to her, the silent question ringing in the air. “you can um…keep my stuff. or throw it in the trash, burn it, give it away, whatever. it’s okay, you don’t need to return it back.”

natasha already knew she would be keeping all of it, for at least years after this. 

you prepared to leave, taking one last look at the room you had spent so many nights in, made so many happy memories in, and smiled softly at natasha. she tried to mirror one back, but another tear fell, and she gave up altogether. she didn’t get up from her spot on the bed.

“what are you going to do now…?” her voice was shaky, afraid. 

you shrugged. “the same things i have always done. tennis, college, aiming to win a grand slam. nothing much changes.”

except everything else had changed.

– 

when you started performing considerably better, returning to the winning ways that everyone doubted you could ever get back to, you noticed more of your critics keeping their mouths shut, and more of the college’s funding being used to support your career. you were handpicked to represent the school for matches, and nobody had to worry about making a bad investment. nine times out of ten, you won. and when you lost, the audience noticed that no rackets were smashed anymore, no longing looks to the first row of the crowds in embarrassment and worry. you simply shook the bad result off, and returned the next round even stronger. 

it was almost like a whole new player had been unveiled from the cocoon of what was shrouding her potential.

one night, hours before a match with a veteran player, you were up late in your room throwing a tennis ball against your door and catching it continuously, unable to sleep. it had been exactly six months after your breakup, and you rarely saw natasha around in school. you had heard from one source that she was back with her ex from the basketball team, then another that she was with someone else, then from another that she was with steve rogers, still. it didn’t matter; natasha never had an issue with finding suitors. 

you would be lying if you didn’t miss her. some days, you stared into the empty space in your bed that you would often wake her up in on game days, and she would coax you to sleep in on bad days. you missed having someone to celebrate your wins with, even someone to encourage you when you were losing sets and games after. sometimes, you missed her so much that you wondered if it was worth it to even break it off at all, and if you would be happier if you had let her stay by your side.

thwock. distracted, your ball misses the target of your door, and hits the hinge. it ricochets off, and rolls underneath your dresser. you sighed, getting up to retrieve it back. as you bent down to the gap between the dresser and the ground, however, something else greeted you first. 

it was a framed photograph of you and natasha, the last one that you had forgotten to pack and return to her. the both of you were at a new year’s eve party, kissing just as the ball dropped for the new year. a tight, restrictive force had found its way around your throat, as you flipped the dusty frame over to find out wishes you had written together to achieve in the new year. 

yours had been a stupid one liner: To win a grand slam soon! 

natasha’s handwriting was beautiful. your thumb grazed over it lovingly. her wish had made you shut your eyes for a minute after, choking down the feelings it evoked. 

To love my girlfriend through it all. 

her contact number was left on your phone’s display that night, as you finally fell asleep after contemplating calling her for another hour after that. 

– 

somewhere between graduation and your career flourishing, you qualified for the Australian Open, and was steadily moving up the rounds. by the time graduation day rolled around, the whole college inevitably knew who you were, and the bright future that awaited you.

natasha watched as you were given a minute or two to thank the college and its tennis department for their support for the past four years. her gaze twinkled in wistful remorse as she clapped the loudest within her section when you thanked the school one final time, and bowed upon receiving your degree. 

there was even a mini autograph session at the end, as you laughed bashfully when a group of students crowded around you for pictures and autographs in view of your success in the games. natasha, watching from afar, realised that this was the happiest she had seen you in a while, and swallowed the bitter confrontation that she was not there to be happy with you. 

she paced back and forth for a while, contemplating if she should do it, if it was worth it for her to try, but eventually, she worked up the courage to queue a little behind the other students, in hopes of saying a final goodbye to you. it was hard to find an opening, even harder to swallow her jealousy when she sees a girl slipping her number into your gown pocket after taking a picture with you. 

but then you saw her, at the back of the crowd, pacing nervously, and your eyes locked. you thought she still looked so cute in her nervousness, and a little sad at seeing her in a gown mirroring yours, but not saying goodbye to college together. you wanted to put the pen and tennis ball you were signing down, and run up to her to scoop her in your arms to tell her you were sorry, and that you wanted her to take you back, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t do any of the sort, not anymore.

instead, natasha then saw you shake your head ever-so-slightly, telling her a silent no. you were telling her not to come any closer, and although she was holding onto something you couldn’t see that she tried to raise up, to tell you that she had wanted to give it to you, you still didn’t have the willpower to let her come over. if she did, it was over for you. you would have folded so easily.

natasha had no choice but to back away. on her way home, she threw the letter she had handwritten over sleepless nights and eyes full of tears, to wish you good luck and goodbye for the last time in your lives, into the trash can by her dorm. 

– 

game, set, match. and she advances!

incredible, what this player, who, not too long ago, was in the danger zone of not even qualifying for local challenger rounds, is now beating the likes of one of the greatest talents in our generation! 

simply amazing. she’s booked herself another round.

you had beaten nearly all of your childhood idols at that point, when the magazines began painting you as tennis’ new prodigy and opponents began asking you to go easy on them before matches. people you never even dreamt of meeting, and then playing against, coming to shake your hand as you beat them round after round. to say you were overwhelmed, and eternally grateful, was an understatement. to become tennis’ next big thing at that stage in your career was something you could have only dreamed of. your career was taking off and the money was rolling in, and naturally, all eyes were on you.

however, the success and fame in your professional career didn’t necessarily translate to one in your personal one, when you found yourself still swiping through potential matches on dating apps, while waiting for your own date in the bathroom. when she returned, she steered the conversation to what you were doing for a living, and you caught yourself from rolling your eyes at the question. 

i’m an accountant. i work in real estate. occasionally, you told them, a big data analyst. not a tennis player, never a tennis player. you refused to make the same mistake in your college years over again; you refused to reopen and revisit the scars that natasha left you years ago. 

you told this one you were a data analyst, and she had bought it wholeheartedly. but when your drinks finished and more people returned after their days away to the hotel bar, a fan in a cap designed with your initials as the logo audibly gasped when he saw you, and naturally approached for a photo together. your date was taken aback, but you didn’t give her much time to react, placing your arm around her waist and walking the both of you out, under the guise of wanting to walk her home.

it turned out to be an even worse plan, however, when right around where she lived, was the biggest billboard you could have possibly gotten for your campaign with a luxury watch company. your face plastered right where she could see in plain view, she took a moment to look at it, then at you, then at it, then gasping too. you bit your lip and cringed. 

“why didn’t you tell me?! god, i’m going out with a celebrity!” she was more ecstatic than you had been after beating your opponent in the round last week.

you shrugged. safe to say there wasn’t a second date after that one.

–

ranking in the top ten of the US Open by then, you were often asked about your relationships and your personal life. it frustrated the media to receive the answer that you were incredibly private, and constantly refused to divulge anything about it.

natasha was watching you on the television one day, and the question arose again. the interviewer had asked who you would credit as the reason for your success after all this while. she must have been in the universe’s favour, or the stars had aligned right at the perfect time, because she caught the very telecast that caught you cracking the little bit of the facade you had built up after college.

you gave the interviewer a polite smile, and she looked like she was ready to give up, prepared to hear about your evasion of the question and request for another. but this time…this time, you indulged, and said, “my ex-girlfriend, from back in college.”

natasha’s world stopped. she immediately screamed for her roommate to stop her singing in the shower, and turned up the volume of the television. the interviewer asked for more details about natasha, you were kind enough to tell her that you didn’t know if natasha was comfortable with being made public, and in respect of her privacy, that she be kept anonymous. the ones who knew, would know.

“and where is she now…? this, wonderful, ex-girlfriend of yours. why is she no longer a girlfriend anymore?”

you looked down for a moment, smiling sadly. “um, i don’t know, honestly. we don’t keep in touch anymore, but i hope that wherever she is, she is happy. and i want her to know that i will always be thankful for what she’s done for me, and that i loved her very much.”

the telecast cut to shots of you signing more caps and tennis balls shortly after. natasha didn’t even realise the steady stream of tears that had been flowing down her cheeks. 

she screamed in frustration, and sadness, as she threw the remote forwards, knocking over a row of memorabilia and your tennis merchandise. there were rows and rows of tennis balls, caps, and little racket figurines purchased from your team that natasha had embarrassingly collected, as if having even small, tiny pieces of you was better than having none of you at all. the tennis balls were signed, but bought from resellers that natasha paid too much for, all while glowering with envy that these people, of all people, had the chance to meet you, talk to you, and get a hand-signed ball that they only intended to ever make a quick buck off. 

steve had made fun of her once, that instead of spending hundreds for some marker ink on a ball, that she could have picked up the phone and just called you for one instead, but as she told him off for being so dismissive of her feelings, and yours, he quickly cowered in fear after. she didn’t want to disturb your peace, and winning streak, and had unfortunately settled for loving and supporting you from afar.

–

at the final round of the US Open, natasha’s employer had noticed her eyes poring over the office’s large-screen coverage of the grand slam for the past few weeks, and took pity on her, giving her passes to cover the finals on behalf of the company as a reward for all of her ground-breaking pieces for the year. in all of the years natasha had worked there, she had never felt so insurmountably happy, yet bone-crushingly nervous, upon being informed of the news.

it didn’t help that up from where she was, in the tiny box that was her luxury hospitality suite, she had practically a front-row view of your entire match. her eyes followed your hands, as they first shook hands by the net with the opponent, the reigning champion of the previous US Open, as they tightened your laces and prepared themselves for the gruelling match ahead, as they finally picked up the racket. 

the last time natasha had watched a game of yours in person was in college. and right then, she was suddenly overwhelmed, with the nostalgia, and awe, that you carried yourself with, upon coming onto the court. your gait and waves had been the same, but the expression on your face, a little older, a little wiser, was now more polite, and less smug, no doubt hammered up by the tons of media training that you had been put through. your stance was even more fierce, and confident, than ever before. and when you played, oh boy, when you played, natasha, much like everyone else, was in a trance. they knew they had just bought tickets for a thriller, whenever you played.

college you and professional you were two different persons on two different sides of the same coin.

thwock. “in!” you dominated the first set.

the ball soared, and soared, and landed. the way you hit it back over the net activated the sensors, even though natasha was confident that her own two eyes saw the ball go over it. the umpire told you that you had touch the net, the crowd booed in disapproval, and you tried reasoning back. his word was final, and natasha had expected you to retort back even more fiercely, with an insult for him at the tip of your tongue, or a spiteful you don’t know how to play tennis that you would spit at him, but there was none of it. 

natasha should have known, from all of the matches of you she watched. you had grown up, and matured. and this time, you simply kept your head down, nodded, and returned to position. the point was not yours.

but you dominated the second set. the opponent took the third. and the fourth. it was the last set then. 

natasha’s hands were pressed up on the glass, watching you serve. it hit within the line by a few millimetres, but the opponent was just as quick, whacking it straight back, forcing you to a volley. but your feet recovered, and soon enough, you were controlling the pace and momentum of the game. it became apparent who was going to be the clear winner of the day.

thwock. when the final serve, the serve that mattered most to the both of you, and was a match point, was raised, natasha felt her eyes widening as it hit the racket, and travelled incredibly slowly to your side of the court. you raised your racket, expression set to hit it back, when suddenly, she saw it. the crack of a smile.

you lowered the racket. the ball was out. you had officially won the US Open. 

natasha remembered screaming, jumping, pumping her fists in the air. she must have looked like a mad woman, being the only journalist to be celebrating like a diehard fan up in that box, but she didn’t care. none of them knew you like she did, none of them would ever know you like she did. 

she thought that for a moment, you had looked up to her then, finding her in the crowd and making eye contact. her breath caught in her throat, but just as quickly, you looked away, and allowed the crowd to sing in your praises. it must have been a figment of natasha’s imagination.

a/n: sorry it got a bit too long, i might just consider a part 3 now hehe. but it looks like R is not the only one down bad for the other. who do you think has it worse for the other between these two?

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[romanoffsbish]

The Beaten and the Damned

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares | Choking

Natasha fears the worst; you offer the opposite | WC: 421

"A part of me will always be broken Y/N," Natasha whispered, her body in defense mode as she tried to hide the devastation racking through her. You froze at the sound of premature mourning leaving her, as if she thought this was the moment you'd finally leave her.

Take away the only safety she'd ever found; her heart, she held onto it somehow but she'd lose it with you.

She's mistaken, your throat burned at the thought, as if you could ever do such a thing. You shook your head and smiled away the thought, you tilted her red, snotty face up with a finger beneath her chin to make sure she hears you, "oh honey, that's okay," her auburn brows ticked and you gently wiped away the freshest tears.

"I choked you," she reminded you in disgust, her frame started to shake again so you scooted closer to pull her unusually frail body into yours. She resisted but you trapped her arms between your bodies and she melted into the pressure you applied, she shifted slightly and cried against your bare shoulder in broken strings that fractured your soul, intimately intertwined with hers.

"These cracks you speak of, they offer me the chance to love you harder my dear," you paused and reached out to wipe her face clean with aloe infused tissues. Then you pecked her bitten lips, ignoring the salty taste as a smile bloomed as you finished your thought aloud, whispered on her cheek, "all it is, is extra space to fill."

Natasha's barely beating heart stuttered in her chest as your happiness electrified her back to life. "I love you."

A humorless laugh left your lovers lips, she was in total disbelief of your never ending well of compassion. You watched her go to reach for you but then her hands retracted—eyes despondent as she caught sight of the oxidized red that etched the skin of her hands and arms. Her eyes traced over the bob in your throat, the one pained by the imprint of her hand on the muscle.

"Don't slip backwards Natasha," you begged even though your voice was hoarse, "I am okay, this is not the end of our love story—I trust you with all of me."

You kissed your teeth when her cold fingertips traced over the heated skin of your throat, tracing the outline her fingers left behind and she offered you a promise in her soft touch—she was here to stay. "I love you too."

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[lowkeyerror]

The Family Business Ch.13

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Ch. Notes: short

Summary: Fisk gains a new unexpected ally that deeply affects a member of the family.

An: Short filler Ch. but with a warning. Sorry for the mistakes, just wanted to get something out for yall. Also fear not, we will be getting the very essential "date" chapter soon, but first some world building yknow.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

With the way life had been treating you lately, the ups and downs, you felt as though this should be harder. You felt like there was a funk or depression that should be settling into your mind, but there wasn’t. There should’ve been anxiety building up, but all you felt was calm.

After the beating you suffered you thought you’d be more on edge. However as your body healed itself, you found yourself at ease. There was something smug about your survival. Perhaps it had to do with the blossoming relationship that you had been reveling in.

Throughout the years you had prided yourself on changing and morphing into someone with a tough exterior and an even stronger interior. While you never regretted becoming that way, you admit that in it you lost some of your personality.

You were so much more than a victim of the abuse you had suffered at the hands of your mother. As you grew, after separating yourself from her you were set on not ever being a victim again that you hid everything that you thought made you vulnerable.

Your likes and leisurely activities all of sudden seemed like weak points. The only one who was able to make you let your guard down was Pietro.

Now however, having Wanda and Natasha by your side, you find yourself on a path of rediscovery. You feel like you’re coming into yourself again. The women are the perfect models of work life balance and you think it’s everything you’ve been missing.

The can go into the office work diligently and complete their jobs, but also clock out and relax. The enjoy themselves and they enjoy you.

Wanda personally loves seeing you open up a bit more, after seeing how much of yourself you pushed down. Natasha finds herself collecting bits and pieces of information about you that she plans to commit to memory.

In the very back of your mind you think about how quiet the streets have been. You expected Fisk to brag about your beating just like he did with Dragos. However there had been no commotion, and the intel that you were getting didn’t indicate any attacks soon.

It was eerie and you would've dwelled on it in the past, but Natasha and Wanda reassured you that everything was under control. Natasha constantly let you go over her team strategies to show you she was utilizing the soldiers given to her.

They tried to keep you out of the office for your recovery, but you just found yourself working from home until your ankle was healed. As soon as you were able, you stepped back into the office.

While you had made nearly a full recovery, you could not say the same for Dragos. It pained you hear that doctors have reported a stagnation in his progress. Flora relied that certain doctors were starting to suggest pulling the plug as a feasible option. The entire family was adamant to oppose any talk of such actions.

“Baby?”

Your eyes leave your compute to see Wanda and Natasha entering your office.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Natasha speaks, “We were wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight?”

You nod, “For sure.”

Wanda clarifies a bit, “Like a date, Y/n.”

Your eyes widen a bit, but you nod excitedly at the prospect, “Even better, of course.

“We’ll go home, get ready and go from there?” Nat suggests.

“Can’t wait,” a small smile plays on your lips.

Everything about this has felt casual and you love that, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to have the typical romantic experiences. This would amongst the first few dates you three had gone on.

Pietro storms into the office breaking up the relaxed atmosphere they had been sitting in. The man looks like he is complete emotional distress.

“I need to talk to Y/n.”

His sister wants to question him, but with one shake of your head she pulls her wife out of the office.

“What’s wrong, Piet?”

He doesn’t hold it together much longer as he signals he needs a hug. You stand up quickly and wrap your arms around him. You feel his tears hit his shoulder and admittedly, your worry multiplies.

“Monica,” he says in his broken tone.

You rub his back soothingly, “What about her?”

He pulls away, “ Two months we lasted, Y/n. I had asked her to be official she said yes, but she’s ended things with me.”

“Oh Piet.”

He shakes his head, “It’s worse than that. She indebted to Fisk, Y/n. She owes him money and favors, she never told me because he’s never come to collect. But now, he’s cashing in.”

You frown deeply, “So she’s protecting you.”

“I need to be protecting her,” he grits his teeth.

You feel for your friend, you don’t believe you have the right words to bring him comfort, “ But you don’t know how.”

Pietro has a new fire in his eyes, “With a bullet in his skull. He’s tried to take everything from me. Papa, you, and now the love of my life.”

You knew the man could be hotheaded at times, and for once you knew he had every right to be. Yet, you couldn’t justify him doing something irrational.

“When the time comes, he will be dealt with,” you say.

Pietro shakes his head, “Nothings happened since your attack, everything is settling. This war will drag on and on if we let it."

“We can’t tear apart the city for no reason, Piet. It’s a bad look from us,” you try to reason with him.

“I know that, but it’s not what I want to hear.”

He slumps down on your office couch with his head in his hands. You sit next to him and rub his shoulder.

“How about we do something tonight, like old times? Something so that we can feel normal for once,” you suggest.

“I can’t even text her because what if she becomes a pawn in this scheme,” he sighs.

“ We’re hanging out tonight. To take your mind off of this, even if it’s only for a moment,” you speak sincerely to him.

He nods slowly in agreement, “Fine, but only because I don’t want to be alone and maybe I’ve missed you. Wanda too, I miss when timed were simpler.”

You get a little excited, “Tonight, me, you, Wanda, Natasha we can do something together. It’ll be reminiscent of old times.”

Pietro agrees and you let him stay in the office as you work. You texted Wanda and Natasha filling them on the details. They were understanding about having to cancel your plans. Natasha also took note of Monica as one of Fisk’s new allies.

The three of you brainstorm to come up with some plans to help your friend for the time being. The night still had promise and none of you wanted to waste it.

Unfortunately for you all, the sir was about become ten times more suffocating and no one would see it coming.

Fisk knew you all would become complacent sooner or later, drop you guards prematurely. He was watching unfold and getting ready to strike again, however this time, he planned for the kill shot.

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[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Natasha holding a rock: Y/n gave me this rock and said "you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock"

Wanda: if you don't marry them I will.

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[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: HELP! I TOLD NAT I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Kate, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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[ncis-nerd]

Tears Fixed

a/n: part 2 of a mission gone wrong

grey november au

warnings: nightmares, injuries, smut, petnames (r receiving), reader has a uterus, hurt/comfort, crying, nat squeezes r's arm too tight, oral (r receiving), tickling.

Soft snores escape her mouth. You glance over to find her passed out. You smile and takes her laptop off her stomach, turning off the movie the two of you were watching. Natasha must have been tired, you know her last mission took a lot out of her.

--

"NO! YOU FUCKING-" you woke up to Natasha thrashing around in the bed. Scared, you try to shake her awake. You've never seen her like this before. "Natty, wake up. It's not real. Come back to me." You mumbled, gently shaking the older woman.

Her eyes fluttered open with a gasp. "Shh t's okay" you hold her close. "You're safe Natty" you mumbled, stroking her cheek. She gripped onto your arm tightly, it kind of hurt but you dismissed it as it brought the older woman comfort.

Your arm began to turn red and you exhaled in pain. "Shit, I'm so sorry baby love." She whispered. "What happened Natty?" You look at her teary-eyes.

"I dreamt I was back there.." She trailed off. You took the hint that she wasn't ready to talk more about it, based off her silence and hesitance.

Your arm rubbed her shoulder gently, "you don't have to tell me if your not ready" you whispered, your head traveling to the crook of her neck. You lay against her comfortably. You sigh in contempt and she continues to hold you close to her.

----

"Can you braid my hair." You mumbled against her skin. Her braiding your hair brought the both of you comfort and you knew it was just what you guys needed.

She began to pull you away from her neck. You whine softly. She smiles at you, shushing you. Her hands smoothen your hair, she parted your hair and began to braid.

Her green eyes look at you admiring the braid. "I look like you" you smiled. She began to attack you with kisses, her fingers found it's way to stomach and began to tickle you. "Careful little one, I'm still older than you and stronger.

"You giggled and squirmed beneath her. "Natty, can't breath" her kisses turned into something more than innocent teasing.

Her lips attached to your abdomen. You moaned softly as one of her hands found it's place on your stomach and the other trailed down to rest dangerously high on your thigh. You could feel your underwear dampen. You were soaked.

You close your eyes and sigh softly, trying to take in all of her touch. She looked up, stopping her actions for a moment. "You okay detka? Want me to stop?" She paused, waiting for permission to continue.

"D-don't stop." You say shakily. She smiled, getting the hint that you were more on the silent side during sex, not that she minded of course. She loved any reaction she could get out of you. She was not definitely not greedy.

The older woman trailed her kisses down to your heat. She looked back up at you to make sure you hadn't changed your mind. You nodded, giving her permission to continue. She slid your underwear off and one her hands found yours.

Fingers interlaced, you hold onto her. Her tongue finds it's way to your clit and she starts to suck on it. You gasp softly, your legs attempt to close, she smiles and holds it open with her other hand.

Her hand begins to trace lazy circles on your thigh and she started to speed up her actions. Your legs begin to shake and she smiles. Seeing how close you are. What effect she has on you. Fuck, you're so wet and taste so damn good. She thinks to herself.

She wonders why she hadn't done this sooner, made you hers sooner. You continue to sqirum and that begins her back to reality. "You close, lovie?" She mumbles against you.

All you can do is nod, gripped the sheets with your free hand and squeezing the interlaced hand. She takes this as a sign to push you over the edge.

Your high approaches with small little gasps. She cleans you up with her tongue and goes back you to meet you. She looks at your glossy eyes, all fucked out.

"How was that, bunny?" She whispered softly against you. "So fucking good" you mumbled in return, breathlessly.

part 1

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

could we get some sub wanda thoughts??? been missing her a little since we’ve been seeing a lot of mommy wanda/dom wanda!! they’ve all just been making me want her so bad

ooo and some wandanat and r thoughts

i completely forgot the name of it but that recent wandanat and r story u wrote like teasing her during dinner and then r got her reward later

like we’ve seen doms wandanat… what if we see dom r with them 👀👀

DOM READER WITH WANDANAT YES

I'm so sorry this was answered so late

Sub!Wanda loves to be eaten out, she just gets so wet from your tongue, her arousal dripping down your chin. She moans and whimpers when you finally detach your lips and make out with Natasha, groans tumbling from the spy's lips as she tastes Wanda on your tongue.

Sub!Natasha likes to be tied up, she's in control everyday... and she just wants to lose that control once in a while, and give it over to you. You're not complaining, loving the way her muscles strain and flex when she pulls against her restraints, her back arching off the bed as she pants, your strap thrusting quickly in and out of her.

Sub!Wanda cums almost instantly when you play with her nipples, they're so fucking sensitive. One time, you work her up by only playing with her chest, leaving hickeys all over her breasts before wrapping your tongue around her nipple and sucking. You attach nipple clamps occasionally, and pull on the chain until she's overstimulated from her multitude of orgasms and begs you to stop.

Sub!Natasha rides your strap, making out with Wanda as the witch rides your face. She especially likes when you grip her hips, urging her to move faster, to take you deeper. She braces herself by wrapping her hands in Wanda's hair, sucking hickeys all over the witch's neck and collarbones while you snap your hips roughly underneath her. She especially likes to cum while moaning into Wanda's mouth, her fingers furiously twisting her nipples so they reach their peak at the same time.

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[ilovesnat]

no because she wrote these and then didn't show up at the premiere😭😭

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[naturesapphic]

Hey…can I please request something with Mama Nat waking up to little R screaming/crying in the middle of the night from a really bad fever. Natasha is panicked, takes them to bed to soothe them back to sleep, tries to give them some water but they just want Natasha milk?

maybe little R is autistic and the fever sensation leaves him in sensory and sensitive crisis with noises so while mommy natasha comforts him, she also makes small noises to calm R

Fever

Mommy!natasha romanoff x autistic!fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression

Natasha was in the kitchen washing dishes when all of a sudden she heard her baby scream. She immediately went into assassin mode and got a gun underneath the sink cabinet and slowly walk into the bedroom where you were and found you awake crying. She let out a breath and put her gun on the table before rushing over to you and scooping you into her arms.

“Shhh shhh mama is here babygirl…what’s got you so upset honey?” She says quietly as she rocks you gently in her arms. “H-hwurts…” you whimpered out as you raised your hand to your forehead. Natasha understood and replaced your hand with hers on your head as she frowned. “You have a fever doll. Let’s go to the kitchen and get you some medicine.” Natasha said as she carried you to the kitchen and sat you down on the counter.

She went over to a basket full of different medicines and found some liquid nighttime cough syrup that helps with just about everything, including fever. She poured some in a cup and walked back over to you. “Here babygirl. Can you be a good girl for mommy and take this right quick?” Natasha said as she gave you the cup which you reluctantly grabbed. “It’s yuckys mama…” you pouted and sniffled at her and she cooed at you.

“Oh I know doll, but mama promises you that it will be you feel so much better. Mommy never lies does she?” She asked at the end and you shook your head no and quickly took your medicine. You made a horrendous face and gagged slightly at the awful taste. You quickly swallowed it and pouted. “Yuckys!” You whimpered and rubbed your eyes furiously. Natasha could tell you were getting overstimulated because of how sick and tired you were, plus the bright kitchen lights weren’t helping either.

“You did such a good job doll! Mommy is so proud of you. Here, you can have your favorite snack and some water how about that?” Natasha said softly as she rubs your back gently. You shook your head and whined as you grew frustrate. “Nuuu! Wan milk! Wan mamas milk!” You whined out and she shushed you gently as she picked you back up into her arms. “Okay babygirl….you can have some milk. Alright let’s go back to bed.” Natasha reassured you as she walked back into the bedroom and lays you back into the bed.

She takes off her shirt and bra and gets beside you in the bed. She holds you close enough to where your mouth is near her breasts and you immediately latch onto her nipple, suckling from it softly. She knew how you didn’t feel good and you love when your mommy sings/hums so that’s what she starts to do. She starts humming your favorite song and soon enough, you fall into a deep sleep, in your mommy’s arms.

A/n: I hope you liked this anon and I hope I did the request how you wanted it :) I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all!

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives CarolNats Nudes accidentally

Authors note: For my ease, all of the drabbles for the couples will have reader receiving the couples nudes in the same manner (Though circumstances do differ). I apologize if this becomes repetitive.

Warnings: smut (strap on, vaginal penetration)

Word Count: 675

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Carol smirks as she looks up, letting her eyes drink in the incredible view that is Natasha Romanoff bouncing up and down on her strap. Her hands are firmly on the blonde's shoulders and her fingernails dig into the muscles beneath them as she moves her hips. A light sheen of sweat covers her body, causing stray wisps of her red hair to stick to her forehead, and her mouth hangs open slightly as sighs of pleasure leave her. 

   It's truly a beautiful sight. One that Carol never wants to forget. So she does something she normally wouldn't do and releases Nats hip with one hand in order to grab her phone. Not wanting to distract herself or her girlfriend she quickly opens the camera app, centers the redhead in frame and takes a picture. She refocuses on the redhead and she tosses the phone back off to the side to regrab the woman's waist.

   “Fuck Tasha….you look so good like this baby”

   The Russian responds by leaning forward to capture the other woman's lips with her own and they begin to make out as Natasha continues to ride her girlfriend's faux cock. Spurred on by this, Carol moves her hands from Nats hips to her ass offering her even more assistance as she begins to thrust her own hips upward.

   Nat lets out a raspy moan “Bozhe moy(oh my god)! I’m so close!” 

   “Me too…cum with me”

   They both let out moans of ecstasy as they cum together, and they both then collapse against the mattress. They lay together, a tangle of sweaty limbs as they come down from their shared climax. 

   Once she's caught her breath Nat moves her face from the crook of Carols neck to look at her girlfriend, “Send me that picture”

   Carol cocks an eyebrow at her, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”

   “Nope” she responds, handing Carol her phone

   The blonde does as asked and smirks when Natashas phone dings. The redhead is eager to see just what her girlfriend captured, and reaches for her phone. When she opens the message she can feel herself twitch around the toy still buried inside her, but then she notices just where the message had been sent

   “Blushing at that pic, huh?” Carol teases, earning a groan

   “You will be too when you realize who else can see it”

   Carol quickly picks up her phone and checks to see that instead of sending it in the messages between just herself and Natasha she added it to the groupchat the two share with their best friend, who they secretly both yearn for, Y/n.

   “Oh god….”

    You're just getting off the quinjet from your mission when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You shuffle some of your gear over into your other arm in order to fish out your phone and you can’t help but smile when you see the notification from the group chat. The two women were your closest friends on the team, and could always cheer you up after a hard mission, or anything else really. Because if you had to admit it you had feelings for them that went well beyond friendship. But you intend for that to never get out.

   With a sigh you unlock your phone and click on the notification, but what you see has you stopping in your tracks in the entryway to the tower. Your eyes take in the details without even trying. Carols abs, the glimpse of her strap buried in Natasha, the sheer amount of arousal dripping from Nat, her neatly trimmed bush, her expression of pure lust and pleasure….Your mouth goes dry, unlike your underwear, and your thumbs shake as you work on typing out a response

   Is this a welcome home, or an invitation?

   Neither woman had expected that from you to be honest, but they certainly aren't upset by it at all. Nat quickly types out a reply and glances at Carol before hitting send, Why not both? We're in my room ;)

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*Kate, MJ, and Peter leaving for a party* Peter: Okay Ms Romanoff and Ms Hill, we are leaving now! Maria: Okay, You guys have fun! Natasha, standing up: Woah hold up— Peter, rolling his eyes playfully: I know, Mom. “Be home by 1:00.” Natasha: Yes, but that’s not all. Natasha: Do not add to the population, do not subtract from the population. Natasha: Do not end up in the hospital, newspaper, or jail. Natasha: If you do end up in jail, establish dominance quickly. Kate: Peter: Mj: Maria: Natasha, smiling: Have a great time!

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Electric love ✰ Natasha Ramnoff ⌇DRABBLES

content warning — fluff only

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Ramnoff

summary — At a party, you and your girlfriend Tasha, dressed in suits, discuss past friendships. After a dull conversation, you call a sitter and express love for her.

word count — 0.3k

Hand in hand, you and your long-time girlfriend Tasha entered the party, a sea of people parting before you. Both of you were dressed sharply in suits, standing out among the more traditionally dressed guests. You made your way towards the center of the room where the hosts of the party stood, Mr. and Mrs. Denler.

"Pardon me, Mrs. Denler, Mr. Denler," you greeted them with a polite smile, "I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend-" Suddenly, you blanked on her name. Panic set in as you leaned back, trying to recall it.

"Babe, what's your name?" you whispered to Tasha urgently. She looked at you in disbelief.

"We've been together for five years," she reminded you, "You literally said it two minutes ago." You rolled your eyes discreetly and turned back to the Denlers with a pained smile.

"No, I know Tasha," you assured them, "I'm not an idiot. But they can't call you that. What's your full name?" Tasha stepped forward confidently and extended her hand.

"Natasha Romanoff," she introduced herself, "Nice to meet you." The couple exchanged a look, clearly taken aback by your relationship.

You glanced at Tasha and then plastered on a smile once again. "Tasha, Mrs. and Mr. Denler were friends of my mother's before she passed away," you explained. "Mrs. Denler used to come for tea and cards every Sunday."

After enduring almost 10 minutes of painfully dull small talk, you discreetly checked the time on your phone before turning to the Denlers with a forced smile.

"If you'll excuse us," you said politely, "Tasha and I need to call our sitter." You grabbed her arm and led her away from the conversation.

"The sitter?" she asked, confused, once you were out of earshot. You shrugged apologetically.

"Sorry, it's what my mom always said when she wanted to end a conversation," you explained. Tasha giggled and rolled her eyes playfully.

"God, you're such an idiot," she teased affectionately. You smiled proudly at her.

"I love you too, Tash." 

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