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xqueen-of-disasterx · 16 hours

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: step cest, age gap, threeway, mommy kink, daddy kink sub!wanda, dom!nat, soft!dom!reader, rough sex

“The stupid whore needs her holes played with isn’t that right?”

Natasha husked out upon looking at your stepdaughter, Wanda, who was in an beyond humiliating posture. Chest pressed against her pillows, ass up high in the air the only thing protecting her from the eyes of your colleague and you were her pretty pink panties and oversized shirt.

“She was a brat today”

Natasha took great joy in treating her like the brat Wanda was. Giving her earth shuddering orgasm while she forced her to eat her step mother out.

“Such a good little girl, taking daddy’s cock so good” you’d praise while she aimlessly licked over your dripping cunt. However you couldn’t be mad at her for her inexperienced licks, after all she was fucked silly by daddy. She’d even have to take small breaks to whine for you.

“Mommy, please, too much”

“Stupid slut get back to work, your don’t get to cum until your mommy does”

The extreme contrast between your praising voice and her degrading barks, and the constant edging, was too much for the poor girl, it never failed to turn her into a subby mess. She cried for mommy only to be met with Natasha’s harsh slaps on her already sensitive pussy.

“Aw, does bunny want her mommy? Then you shouldn’t have broken our rules” another slap another yelp from the sweet throat of your step daughter. By the end she cured up in your embrace promising to never act out again but you knew she would because otherwise she’d miss out on getting treated like the slut she was.

𝐀/𝐍: tops get fed

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incorrectquotesmcu · 14 hours

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Natasha: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free vodka.

Y/N: Marry me.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 day

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Wanda: so Y/N got the babies covered.

Natasha: great! Now we can have a girls night out!

The two hug each other before kissing Y/N…

Wanda: thank you detka

Y/N: have fun, my loves!

Wanda and Nat head out…

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rxmqnova · 1 day

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Y/N: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Natasha: Y/N, what did you think a tiger shark was?

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angelltheninth · 2 days

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Hugging them from behind/laying their head on the other's shoulder with Natasha Romanov? I need her like I need air.

And we will never see her again! Unless its in animated form. Or in Yelena's flashbacks. I'm sorry I made this sad. Take fluff now.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, neck kisses, domestic bliss, Natasha is soft for you

A/N: Prompt is from this list.

1. Hugging them from behind/laying their head on the other's shoulder

She could tell you were appriaching, Natasha was always aware of her surroundings but around you she didn't have to be in a fight or flight mode. It was a good different use for her assassin skillset.

"Hips." She smiled to herself as she felt your arms circle around her. You pulled her away from he kitchen counter and buried your nose in her short hair.

"You stole my shampoo."

"I did not. It was sitting there next to the mirror, unguarded. So I helped myself to it. I think it suits me." Among your shampoo she also had a knack for taking your clothes. However it was always returned washed. You couldn't tell her not to do it, she looked better in your outfits then you did. "Shoulder."

Right as you leaned your chin against her shoulder you felt her pull the shirt down. The newly exposed skin made you gulp. "Neck?" You asked already wetting your lips.

"Alright. Since you asked nicely." Natasha leaned her head to the side and sighed when she felt your lips press against her neck.

"You knew I was gonna do that didn't you?" She laughed as she folded her arms over yours. Gently she began to sway with the non-esxistant music, you following quickly. "I love you, Nat. I'm happy you're here."

"I'm happy I'm here too, with you." There was no place in the entire multiverse she'd rather be. Her place, the place where she was at her happiest, was in your arms.

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me-uglypretty · 3 days

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Two times isn’t a mistake

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Yelena and Kate fools Peter into a web of lies that eventually creates something more than a mischievous prank. [Loosely based on this incorrect quotes]

Warning: 18+ (G), fake relationships, comedy, pranks, fluff | Word count: 2.9k

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Innocence is spread alike melted butter on a blazing pan while mischievous were alike shrewd spiders crafting their lines of webs for the mean of capture their preys. However, such forms of concepts don’t entirely fit the idea of a young Spider-Man. There was a part of it there, a part of it that wasn’t there, and he was just him. How else would anyone at all, describe Peter’s vibrant personality, if not the use of innocence? Perhaps, the observable manner of being far too gullible, and naturally trusting of his company, then there’s the hitch of alteration to his personality in the company of his enemy.

By short, Peter Parker is just Peter Parker. A unique kind of a boy with the sudden necessity to preach of never making assumptions of someone. Especially after experiencing the life alternating conversation with Yelena and Kate.

Peter had entirely immersed himself into a clear consciousness to understand his team and know of their life better than before. He promised with the utmost dedication to never assume or ruin any relationships with his oblivion. The later was briefly alerted by the smart spy, and his dear friend, Yelena.

Though, there were numerous times in which his imposed threads of conversation had deflated into a mass of confusion than the expected cheerful expressions. The barriers in eras and newfound phrases seemed less suitable as source of conversations for someone like Steve. It doesn’t hinder by the man’s different period of existence, a sort of similar reaction was met from Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and a clear look of distaste from Tony. His secreted father figure was the biggest disappointment as he was sure that at least that man was more familiar with the current trends.

And with that, the start of an entirely new threads of confusion by the honorary aid of Yelena;

“Hi Mrs Romanoff!”

The habitual greeting from the younger boy, if not evoking such puzzlement, was recognisably polite and sweet. It wasn’t anything different from his usual friendliness. Everyone at the compound loved him, either visibly showing their love or a silent push for his improvement, you didn’t fall far from the family tree that prides on protecting the younger Avengers, alongside the mischief pair of Yelena and Kate. Then, there’s the additional new member, Kamala. They were simply too young to had fallen into the game of life and death, and yet, they bravely stood and assisted in necessary moments.

However, confusion does circle in your mind at the greeting. A sort of continuous sound in your head. You assumed at first, that indulging yourself in a book had taken your attention away and muddled your focus that you had misheard Peter. Maybe—you might had linked his words with those unspoken thoughts jabbing in your mind and compelling your tongue to utter those words, which was partly influenced by the cliché book of two best friends falling in love.

You reminded yourself, nevertheless of how it felt, it was purely a mistake that you rather not question and avoid raising any sort of attention to the topic. It would make matter worse and more embarrassing if someone had heard or worse, the sharp ears of her sister.

Her, this beautiful and so wonderful woman, your best friend, Natasha…

The brash thoughts of her appeared and dissolved into puffs of daydreams. Instead, you offered a kind greeting with a smile that was reflected eagerly on Peter. His cheeks almost seemed flushed with a certain hint of delight at your gesture.

“It’s such a nice day today,” Peter remarked, pointing his forefinger at the extensive window just steps away from where you were seated on the couch. “Well, I’m going to head out and start revising for my exams!” He added, and waved his hands, partly struggling with the books in his hands.

You chuckled with amusement at his antics. “It is a good day out. Have fun, Peter.”

Peter grinned, it seemed as though, the back-and-forth conversation had drawn more confidence for him to approach you than exchanging a sort greeting from across the room. It initiated your hand to clasp one part of your book then close it, knowing that your desired time at peace in the compound’s only library, would meet a certain halt. This was the only room in the entire building that was usually deserted. People alike Tony and Bruce, preferred their books delivered to their space and stayed there.

“Are you planning to head out too, Mrs Romanoff?” he asked first, his hands grasping tightly onto his books as he continued, “It’ll be so nice to read out there!” and his voice edge with a certain excitement. There was a lingering hope in his voice on if you would decide to join him.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the repeated name, and narrowed your gaze on him suspiciously. It occurred to you at that moment, you weren’t imagining his choice of name to address you. It wasn’t a mistake by your immersed attention on a good book or the deception of your thoughts. The sight of his confused expression at your seemingly odd reaction, deflects it as an intentional choice of words on his side. Two times isn’t a mistake anymore, isn’t it?

A conclusion was drawn hastily at his misinterpretation of your relationship with Natasha—which is just a friendship, simply two friends with a close platonic connection—but what could had led to such an assumption?

There was a suppose idea of what caused it, but soon as the figures of such appeared, the shrill voice of Peter had disregarded your thoughts.

“Mrs Romanoff?” he had called out, once then twice, with the same use designated term.

With your best ability of a former spy, you imitated the most natural look as your eyes discreetly surveyed every possible crook of the library. It was ensured after approximately ten seconds that a sneaky and sole name of Romanoff wasn’t hidden out of your sight. An extra pretence of such isn’t injurious, if you could avoid finding yourself replying towards a conversation that wasn’t yours. Perhaps, Natasha was there, stood directly behind you, and Peter was dressing her.

Mrs was a far stretch, but answering to a greeting that wasn’t yours was far worse.

Despite your clear emphasis of examining your surroundings, Natasha wasn’t there. She wasn’t situated right behind you, lips curled into a sure smirk, and her eyes gleaming of such certainty. The imagery picture of her remained imaginary, as the room was still occupied by the same two occupant sharing a minor exchange of words.

An audible sigh resonates through your throat. “Peter,” you spoke softly, hands grasping your book, and with absolute look of gentleness on your face. “I think you’ve….” and those words that pools in your mouth, stilled there, as the intentions of clearing a misunderstanding was overwhelmed by doe eyes gleaming with such innocence.

“Yes, Mrs Romanoff?”

He doesn’t flatter.

Thus, there was two solutions in your mind to solve this unanticipated mistake. Option one; you confront the young boy, explain clearly and kindly of the mistake he had made with such assumptions. Option two; you pretend that his extremely wrong depiction of your relationship with Natasha or his choice of addressing you, had never happened which allowed you the opportunity of not confronting him and being at the receiving end of his gloomy emotions at his mistake.

The decision was made as you waved your hand. “Have fun, Peter,” you concluded, and accepted ignorance for this peculiar matter. Peter doesn’t apprehend the change by the wide smile that surfaced his face as he waved at you, and making a clumsy exit out of the library.

For a moment, a minute or entirely too long for your eyes to remained glued on the door. You pondered of reasons for the incident that seemed to had only affected you. What was the reason suggested your surname was integrated with hers? Most importantly, why would you associate you as significant other with chosen term of Mrs? To stress on the matter, why would he assume that you were Natasha’s spouse?

Confusion declined to worry as you continued, the thoughts that floods your mind screeched an awful sound of the sheer outcome of this mistake. Someone was bound to overhear Peter’s means of addressing you, if not the aftermath of his tearful embarrassment of the truth, then it’s your treasured friendship with Natasha. There was a timid chance of stopping it, and resolving the issue immediately. A step that you had avoided in moment of weakness.

Amidst the near possibility of such outcome that dithered in negative, your mind impelled another flush of emotions that spoke in vibrant words; would it really be such an awful thing, if you were to be known as hers?

The warmth that spread your chest at the question, stirs the emotions from within your heart that roused such thumps and you couldn’t hinder the reaction, even when she was close. It’s an unconscious reaction to her, and only her. You tried shaking your head, eyes shut closed tightly at the voices that dared you to accept your repressed feelings. Those thoughts crafted such visualising images, false moments for if the feelings were declared on both ends, and it was the pre-existing moments that you held onto.

Reality is far better, not some fantasy that kept you awake through the night and only finding peace when she appears, basking in the night’s heavenly glow, and seemingly aware of your restlessness. It’s not right to feel this way for your friend.

What Peter had stirred from deep within your heart, was a common mistake. It wasn’t a reoccurrence thing on assumptions made of your significant other. The numbers of such were down at proud zero. Nevertheless, it was a mistake made in broad daylight, and you continue to view it as that. The easiest route to not disrupt your brain’s buzzing at the sheer feeling of being hers—was ignorance, and you dejectedly accepted it.

If Natasha found out, it wouldn’t end well for your heart or the friendship that mounted as a safe haven to you. Therefore, accepting rejection was better than experiencing it at first hand. The thought of so, to be stood there and listening to those words spill from her sweet mouth, such awful phrases of unrequited feelings, and that assumable feeling of love, it was heavy in your chest.

You rather accept defeat than face your worse opponent; the false idea of her returning the same feelings for you.

In that moment of spiralling, you weren’t aware of the security camera that was focused on you or the audio that picked at every sound from the rustle of paper when you flipped the pages from your book to the deep sigh that settled an ache in your chest. It was clear there, red light beaming, and you didn’t bother for a common machinery that was presence in the compound.

However, that scene of you was effortlessly broadcasted through a tablet which was propped against an unused tissue box. It emits a glow, reflecting on curious faces and one that held a triumph smile.

“This feels like those serials my mother loves watching,” the voice spoke, softening when your hands had concealed the expression on your face. Kamala, the new addition to their plan, who had gracefully joined the duo during her training break.

Kamala had merely made eye contact with Kate, before she was ushered into Yelena’s room. A reason of dullness was mentioned, another falling as blame for her best friend’s absolute focus on refilling the tiny vials on her bracelet. It was common reoccurrence for them to invite the younger over since befriending each other after a prank that pulled the most gruelling of screams from Bruce.

If anyone had questioned them, Bruce’s hair was tinted blue due to Hulk’s DNA adjusting to a different environment. He did visit a planet just weeks prior. It wasn’t caused by the two friends of mischiefs, and Kamala had not encounter anyone holding a suspicious looking shampoo bottle. In her defence, she was slightly buzzing from Carol’s speech on her development.

“I don’t get it yet, but it’s interesting,” Kamala quipped, shoulder bumping with Kate as the other nodded her head, continuing with naming shows she had watched or they should watch together on their next sleepover.

Yelena made a noise, a mix of a sigh then a hum. Her elbows were pressed on her thighs as head was propped on the palm of her hands. “It’s easy. We trick Peter, he believes us, and it makes Mrs Romanoff feel awkward, weird…uh, what’s the word, Kate Bishop?” she titled her head, meeting the eyes of her friend.

“Strange?” Kate offered, shrugging her shoulder as her friend seemed to contemplate the suggestion. “Wait, that’s the doctor,” she mused, eyebrows furrowed, and the sudden change of conversation was pondered by the three friends.

“Look! She’s moving!” Kamala roared, her hands slapping the body closest to her. “Sorry,” she half-heartedly apologised when Kate had groaned, falling as victim over the younger girl’s excitement.

As the security footage continued, the perfect image of your utter disbelief and contemplation on life, boredom slowly slipped into the three heads that sought for a little more entertainment. In matter of seconds, Yelena begun with hurling a single black coloured hairband at Kate. It followed with more, the back and forth between them had gather hairbands on the bed and floor.

While two friends carried on their act of hurling hairbands at the other then cheering at a successful catch or groaning with the thin black rubber seem to had disappear after a hurl, there was still one that sat silently. Kamala hasn’t spoken nor joined in their conversation, a look of confusion on her face, contemplation seemed to swirl in her wide eyes, and hands that grasped at the tablet.

“How long till he realises that…” Kamala paused, glancing at the friends to ensure she was heard. “Like…why would ever assume this was real? Like Y/n being married to Natasha?” she spoke in half guesses, partly afraid of wording her exact thought while want nothing more but to share it.

The pair shrugged in perfect unison, and briefly sharing at odd look at each other, before smiling at their synchronise action. Though, in their little world of absolute chaos and fun, the notable expression on Kamala’s face wasn’t overlooked by Yelena. It begun with the tilt of her head with strains of blonde hair following the motion, sharp eyes narrowed on the younger girl’s expression, and it ends when the later shakes her head, diverting her attention back on the tablet.

Kamala waved her hand absently. “I mean…have you guys seen them?” her mouth parted at the question then closed. She repeated the action several times before her waving her hands warily as if emphasising an explanation without spoken words.

The mere clarification provided not sort of understanding to her words or the unexpected situation that had trapped you into their ploy. In her mind, words spoke of a specific moment she encountered from her first visit of the compound just weeks ago, and the unexpected moments after. The first had left her cheeks warmth, puffing out air in utter embarrassment and words of apology had stumbled out of her mouth.

It wasn’t her intention. It was an accidental encounter. Kamala had plead, hands clasped together with the most innocent look on her face for Carol’s agreement to never speak of that incident again. Despite the teasing look she received for a week straight, or when the people apart of the incident was mentioned.

The incident in question; two spies in a warm embrace, your hand grasping Natasha’s jaw while both her hands were firmly situated on your waist, and the mumbles of words that sounded like secrets shared between two lovers.

Now, back in the once comfortable space shared with her friends, Kamala cursed internally as her eyes shut closed, lips pressed firmly and tongue pushed at the back of her teeth. The incident flashes in her mind, so mortifying that she could feel the heat that roused on her cheeks and neck. It doesn’t aid her case, not when her eyes fluttered open to meet the stern gaze of her friend.

Yelena doesn’t say a word, but her eyes were enough to follow through the implications that lead towards more. It was enough for Kamala too, almost feeling like her heart was ready to spill every little secret that she kept so securely, and not just the story of you and Natasha.

“What’s going on?” Kate asked instead, her eyebrows furrowed as she looks between two pairs in an unwarranted staring match.

Kamala sighed, looking away to only have her gaze stuck on her hands. At that, her expression seems to merge into one of confusion then another that imitates the stern look that seemed fixed on Yelena’s face at that moment, and the later where she’s reminded of how pretending wasn’t in her expertise.

“Peter! Guys, he’s never going to find out the truth…he’s Peter!” Kamala forced those words out her mouth, arms raised wide to exaggerate the reason.

Kate wordlessly nodded her head, a smile spreading on her face as she continued the conversation on their prank. She doesn’t realise the look on her best friend’s face, Yelena appeared unsatisfied, but she pretended, brushing away the slight tense on Kamala’s shoulder with a smile and the can of soft drink that she handed her.

The air carried a joyous sound of young adults conspiring against their own, but it’s fun, it’s nice, and the blonde among them announced again of her best prank to date. While her best friend added on points of where her own idea had improved their plan, and Kamala sat there, grinning happily at the exchange. Almost forgotten were incident that neither one of the two of them knew.

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somber-sapphic · 2 days

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Hii!! Been a fan of your of your stuff for a while now, could I please request Nat x reader with maybe Nat coming back home from a mission sick or something? using prompts: "Could you pass me a tissue, please?" + “I think I caught something. My head is pounding." + “Let me fuss over you."

Thanks!!

Healing Hours

〖Summary: Natasha returns early from a mission with a bad case of the flu.〗

〖Word Count: 1.3k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Natasha x R〗

〖Notes: I hope you all enjoy this!〗

You sighed and slammed your book shut, unable to on the words on the page. Natasha was supposed to be back from her mission in two days and you were a mixture of excited and nervous. She had been radio silent for days, only sending messages concerning the mission.

That meant no sweet texts to you, only communication with Cap and Tony.

It was standard for a mission like this, she was in a potentially dangerous situation and to minimize any danger they minimized contact. Even though you understood it didn’t mean you had to like it. You had continued to train while she was away, the physical act of hitting something distracting you from your anxiety. If you could keep your energy up you could keep the emotions at bay.

With a frustrated groan you pulled out your laptop, resigning yourself to some YouTube cat compilations. Those usually held your attention, and it helped that cats were adorable. Maybe you could convince Tony to let you have a cat, if you laid out a good enough argument he might let you.

For a while you let yourself be captured by the videos moving across the screen, watching the pixelated cats fall off of things only to get up unharmed, attack humans, and be afraid of toasters. You were pulled out of your feline trance by a slight jiggle of your doorknob.

You looked up from your laptop, staring at the door handle and reaching for your weapon. No one was supposed to come into your room, and you had strict rules about knocking before opening the door. You grasped the smooth handle of the knife under your pillow, tensing your body in preparation for a fight.

There were a million thoughts swirling through your mind, how had someone gotten into the tower? Why hadn’t FRIDAY alerted you? Were the others safe?

A dark silhouette appeared in the doorway, and you threw your knife, the blade sinking into the wood of the door frame beside the person's head. It was a warning shot, you didn’t miss. Your goal was to scare the person off to avoid an altercation that you didn’t want to get into.

“Jesus Y/n, what the fuck was that?” A raspy voice asked, someone flicked on the light illuminating a very grumpy-looking Natasha. She walked into the room and threw her toolbelt onto the dresser, being much less careful than she usually was. She loved that belt; it had saved her life many times and she always handled it with care.

“You fucking scared me! You’re supposed to be in Latvia, not breaking into my bedroom!” You shot back, lowering yourself against the headboard, the tension leaving your body. The adrenaline coursing through your veins began to calm down, slowing your rapid heartbeat.

“And you’re supposed to be asleep, it's 2:00 in the morning.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Like you're any better,” Your words trailed off as a sharp sneeze cut through the room, leaving Natasha hunched over and sniffing.

“Why are you back early?” Suspicion laced your words as you took in her disheveled appearance. When she was in uniform, she went to extensive efforts to make herself look professional even in a more relaxed setting.

This time her clothes were slightly wrinkled, and her hair was a mess. You didn’t expect her to look picture-perfect after coming back from a mission, but she did try to make herself look stoic coming home to impress the men. She turned to face you, revealing an unnatural flush to her cheeks and red-chapped nostrils, the telltale signs of the flu.

“I think I caught something; my head is pounding. Steve pulled me, decided I wasn’t healthy enough to be in the field. He threatened to come and get me himself.” She mumbled, sniffling again. She rubbed her nose against her sleeve and coughed into the air.

You smiled at the idea, picturing her arguing with Steve who would seriously come and get her if he felt the need.

“Okay love, go get showered and I’ll get some supplies. Do you think you’ll be okay to do it by yourself?” You asked, concerned that she might fall over if left alone. Natasha rolled her eyes, wincing at the motion. She shook her head slightly as if to clear it then nodded.

“I’ll be fine. Just want to get it over with, then sleep.”

“Yeah, I bet you do. It’ll feel really good I promise.” When you heard the shower running you climbed out of bed, getting to work. You rifled through the drawers of your bedside table and pulled out a bottle of Nyquil alongside a thermometer, a box of tissues, and a bag of cough drops, all things left over from the last time you’d gotten sick.

Next, you tiptoed into the kitchen and got a glass of water and one of juice, not wanting to make tea until Natasha asked for it. She rarely drank it and you knew she didn’t like it but you’d be happy if she consumed any fluids.

When you returned to your room you were surprised to find your shivering girlfriend curled up in the bed, her wet hair splayed out over the pillow. You’d only been gone for ten minutes tops, you hadn’t expected her to have showered so quickly.

“Did you enjoy your shower?” You asked, setting the glasses of water and juice on the small table by her side of the bed. She shrugged and sniffled thickly, rubbing her fist against her red nose.

“Could you pass me a tissue please?” Her voice was so stuffy, poor thing sounded awful. And she didn’t look much better, not that you would tell her that. You grabbed a tissue from the already prepared box and pressed it into her hand, turning a way to simulate privacy as she blew her nose weakly.

“Oh, my sweet Natty, you really don’t feel well do you…” You muttered, more to yourself than to her. Natasha nodded and turned to look at you with a pout set on her chapped lips. Barely three seconds later her gaze unfocused and she snapped forward with a rough sneeze that she didn’t have time to cover.

“Okay well that wet hair isn’t going to help. Sit up for me, take some medicine, and I’ll dry your hair while we watch a movie.” The redhead did what you instructed, lifting herself onto the pillows with a wheezy sigh.

You poured out a dose of the medication and watched her drink it, making sure that she got all of it. The gulp of “grape” flavored goop was quickly followed by half a glass of juice. You were internally pleased with the amount of juice she had just willingly drank, usually keeping her hydrated was a chore.

“Get comfy and pick a movie, I’ll grab the hair dryer.” She settled on Jaws for reasons that you couldn’t explain. You knew she loved it but you didn’t exactly consider it a good sick day movie. It didn’t matter, she already looked half asleep. You doubted she’d make it through the first act even with the sound of the hair dryer.

“C’mere baby, let me fuss over you.” You climbed into bed and pulled her into your lap, positioning her so that she was laying back against you with her head on your chest. Just as you’d predicted it didn’t take long for her eyes to start drooping, the sound and warmth of the hair dryer seemed to be lulling her to sleep.

“M’sorry for getting sick.” She mumbled, a huge yawn escaping her lips. You rubbed her shoulder and pulled the blankets up around her, making sure that she was comfortable.

“No apologizes necessary Nat. You just relax, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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th3-c0rps3-r0gu3 · 3 days

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Natasha: I'm sad...

Y/n: oh no don't be sad! Because sad backwards is das

Y/n: and das not good.

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scarlethexelove · 2 days

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Hi! Can I request a mommy!Natasha x little!reader fic. Like where little reader has become obsessed with babies and her baby doll, and begs her mommy for a real one, telling Nat that she wants a baby in her belly, and that mommy can be the baby daddy! Just some cute, possibly smutty, broody vibes. Nat thinks it’s cute as hell, picturing her girl with a baby bump, and would love to have a baby with her baby. Thank you!

Oh Baby

Pairing: Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Fluffy, Allusions to sex, Allusions to Nat having a penis, I don't think there is really much more.

A/n: I didn't feel fully comfortable writing it smutty so I just kind of alluded to it. Just made it cute and fluffy. Sorry it is a little short but I hope it is good. I feel a bit iffy about my writing in this one.

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Natasha watches as you cradle your doll in your arms a bottle held in your other hand bringing it to your doll's lips. She smiles watching how you care for your doll. You have been much more interested in your doll recently. Making sure you feed it, change its diaper, and have it nap with you. She had convinced Tony to make a doll similar to a Baby Alive doll for you. When she had given it to you she watched you being overjoyed. Immediately taking care of it and very well to Nat’s surprise.

You’re soon bounding over to her with a smile on your face. Your doll securely in your arms. You hold it out for Nat which she takes. “Mommy not like that.” You lightly scold her when she holds the doll wrong. You crawl up on the couch where she is sitting and fix the way she is holding the doll in her arms. “I’m sorry bug. Thank you for showing Mommy how to hold your baby.” Nat says as you smile up at her. You put on a tv show for you, Nat, and the doll could watch, leaning your head on her shoulder as you watch.

Every once in a while you look down at the doll in Nat’s arm and then back up to her. A smile on your face as you mind forms an idea. “Mommy?” Your voice floats through the peaceful air. Nat looks down to you and smiles. “Yes baby?” You sit up off of her shoulder struggling to find the words that you want. Even though you have the idea it is hard for you to form the thought into words. Nat waits patiently for you to speak.

“Mommy want a baby.” You mumble. Natasha smiles at you. She has an idea of what you are saying but she wants to make sure. “Baby you have a baby.” She places the doll into your arms but you shake your head. “Want Mommy’s baby.” You set the doll down next to you carefully. You point to your stomach. “Want baby in tummy. Mommy can be Daddy.”

Nat is a bit shocked by your words. She thought that is what you wanted but didn’t expect you to actually ask for it. She mulls over your words, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Are you sure bug? Babies are a lot of work.” She pokes your stomach as you giggle and squirm a little. You nod your head. “Yes Mommy. Want Mommy’s baby. Bug and Mommy take care.”

Nat can’t help the widening smile. Your excitement rubbed off on her. Her mind wanders to the thoughts of you with a little baby bump. Starting a family with her little girl. How cute you would be with her baby inside of you. She wants nothing more to make you happy and give you everything you desire. She can give you what you want and have the family she has always wanted.

“Pwease Mommy. Want baby.” Your words break Nat from her thoughts. You're bouncing on your legs next to her excitement evident. Her hand comes up cupping your cheek which you nuzzle into.”If my baby wants a baby Mommy will give it to her.” She then boops your nose, your face scrunching up. You squeak in excitement and throw your arms around her neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Your body is now in her lap bouncing. Her hands now on your hips as you bounce in excitement. You're bouncing now eliciting a groan from the woman under you.

Nat kiss your lips and hold your hips still on top of hers. You still try to wiggle your hips just too excited to stop moving. “Mommy excited.” You say as your hips lightly bounce still. Feeling herself against you. “Yes mommy is excited.” She smiles at you, finally giving up on trying to keep you still. All she can do now is think about starting right now giving you exactly what you want.

“Bug want to start now?” Nat asks you. You nod quickly. “Yes Mommy. Want now.” Your bouncing becomes more erratic which causes Nat to moan. She stands up which causes you to wrap your legs around her waist and she wraps her arms around you tightly. “Anything for you bug.” She uses one of her arms to boop your nose again. Loving how you always scrunch up your face.

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ncis-nerd · 1 day

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Power Outage

grey november au

☆ of course there had to be a power outage on the night of a thunderstorm.

☆ you were still fairly new to this job and adjusting to living in the compound.

☆ you had a deathly fear of the dark and thunderstorms. so it was just your luck, when the lights began to flicker as you were wrapped up in your blanket, reading a book.

☆ you let out a yell in fear, coincidently, a roar of thunder occurred. you cried out, burying your head under your covers.

☆ that was thing about you, even when you were younger you had this fear. your brother had to bring you to his bed to comfort you. as you refused to sleep alone, petrified of the loud noises.

☆ your thoughts would run wild, imagining the worse cases. what if the thunder hit you? what if your brother got hurt and you were fine?

☆ your brother would stay up with you until it was over. those nights consisted of late night scrabble games in his room, him making you hot chocolate, him "letting" you win..God you missed that .

☆ you were shaking under your covers when suddenly, the door opened. "Hun, are you okay? I heard screams-" Nat paused, seeing a shaking figure under your blanket. Of course Natasha heard you, her room is right next to yours.

☆ no response. Nat came over to you and pulled you into her arms. "Shh..it's okay detka, m' here." She mumbled, holding you.

☆ she didn't pull thr covers off of your head. Letting you determine the pace of bow you wanted this to go.

☆ after a moment of her shushing and comforting you, you finally let the covers off. "Now there's that pretty face I love to see." She smiled, wiping your tears.

☆ "N-natty" you whimpered. Her heart nearly melted at the nickname. You never called her that, but your voice sounded so shaky it brought a frown.

☆ "what's wrong, honey?" She frowned, tracing circles on the back of your palm.

☆ you pouted "m' scared", tightening your grip on the older woman. her eyes soften, "i'm right here dear, i'll protect you. do you want to stay in my room with me? it's nice and warm in there. you can bring your blanket if you want" she smiled at you.

☆ you nodded in response, clutching your blanket in your arms. the spy lifted you up, you squealed in response. most definitely not expecting that.

☆ "n-natty what are you doing??" you giggled. she smiled, seeing you laugh "just protecting you, dear! there might be monsters on the floor! don't want them to snatch your feet!!" she exclaimed, carrying you to her room.

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a-spes · 20 hours

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| All the things I'm not (one-shot) - Since Peter Parker joined the team, things aren't the same anymore. Why does everyone seem to prefer him to you?

| Tags & Warnings - a lot of angst coming, comfort too, happy ending, soft mama!Natasha Romanoff (need her in my life), insecure reader, past traumas, Natasha Romanoff x adoptive daughter!R.

| You have every reason to feel this way when he was stealing what’s yours, destroying what you had taken so long to build by the way. Only, it somehow didn’t feel right. Natasha doesn’t belong to you, none of them are. They are humans, and humans have feelings, they don’t have to get along with everyone. That’s what you’ve learned from the redhead, but you only realize now that it is not only true for you ; you can’t force anyone to appreciate you. Yet, you would have liked to live up to their expectations, something the boy seems to do effortlessly.

He is always smiling, saying the right thing at the right moment, laughing with the others. Since he arrived, he has never made anyone angry, he never had one of those violent breakdowns where you would hit someone by accident. Natasha says it is not your fault, but you know that the others don’t think the same way.

| Coming soon.

| MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 22 hours

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I've Got You (Natasha x Reader)

2. Captured (Natasha x Wanda x R)

3. Howling Hearts (Natasha x Wanda x Bucky x R)

4. Holiday Treats (Natasha x Bucky x R)

5. 5 Times Natasha Came to Rescue Y/n, Plus the 1 Time She Didn't Arrive In Time (Natasha x Reader)