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star-xxx1 · 7 months

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Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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imtryingbuck · 6 months

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Pebbles

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you tell Nat something (great at summaries I know)

Word count: 842

Warnings: angst with fluff. mentions of cheating (readers ex) Nat being in love with reader. pregnancy. protective avengers. heavy use of pet names

Translation: любит - loves (if wrong let me know please)

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Running all the way to Nat’s room, managing to slip past everyone who tries to get a hold of you, concern filling their eyes.

All you need is Nat. Nat will make everything better, you was sure of it.

Knocking on the door to her room you bounce on your heels for her to hurry up and answer.

You was about to knock again when her door answered.

“Y-Y/n, what’s happened? Come here”

“I need to tell you something”

“Anything baby you know this”. She says as she moves the hair away from your face.

"I know I could trust you so I came here." You say with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart you can, please finish what you were saying”. Nat’s heart breaks at the sight of your tears, wishing she could stop them from falling.

“Adam’s-“ Nat’s jaw clenched at the name of your ex who stupidly let go of the best thing he was ever going to have in his worthless life “new girlfriend messaged me saying that her and him were sleeping together for two months before I walked in on them, an-and she said its my fault that they keep arguing. Natty I’ve n-not done anythi-anything wr-wr-wr-“

“Baby breathe, oh Y/n breathe with me” Even with her green eyes focused on your trembling body she could see your twos friends at the door. She could feel the anger coming from them.

They’ve known you for as long as they’ve known Pepper, her being your auntie who’s raised you since you were a kid, introduced you to everyone. Straight away after Nat met you she had a crush and everyone knew it, even Pepper. She was devastated when she found out you had a boyfriend.

“I-I’m so-sorry Natty”

“No printsessa don’t apologise, its not your fault”

“Sh-she said he knows about Pebbles b-but Natty she called Pebble a bast-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s going to be alri-“

“What if he tries to take Pebble away from us?”

She smirked, silently daring him to take their Pebbles away from them. Just so she could finally do what she promised you she wouldn’t do.

Natasha had found you crying in your room that Tony had given you for whenever you wanted to stay at the tower. You told her that you had walked in on Adam having sex with a woman in your bed, and then you dropped another bomb on her. You was pregnant. You had found out a week before, you hadn’t gotten around to tell him as you was still working on the gift you was going to give him.

Angry Nat scared a lot of people, Nat on a war path? terrified everyone including the Avengers.

Her heart and mind were at loggerheads with what you had just told her. Her heart told her hold you tight and reassure you everything was going to be okay. Her mind went straight to murder.

Reluctantly she listened to her heart, holding you long after you pasted out. Whispering promises that she’ll help you raise the baby.

It had been two months since she gained the courage to ask you out, and as the weeks go by during your pregnancy she reminds you that she’s here and she’s never leaving her любит.

Everyone closest to you didn’t bat an eye or care that she was willing to help you raise a baby that wasn’t biologically hers because to them Pebbles - the name given by Morgan - was Natasha’s, no matter what.

And if your ex wanted to try and take the baby it would be the most dumbest thing he would ever do. They will protect their family at all cost.

“He’s not going to angel I promise!” Nat says as she holds you tighter.

“He’ll have to get through all of us first sweet girl” Tony says as he comes in to the room, followed by the rest.

“When did she send you the messages Y/n/n?” Wanda questions.

Pulling away from Nat you looked down at your small bump “two weeks ago-I’m so sorry Natty”

“It’s okay, but why didn’t you tell me love?”

“I thought I could handle it myself, i didn’t reply to anything she said thinking she would just leave me alone but she won’t” You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, causing Nat to pull your hand away.

“You’re so tired aren’t you?” She watches as you nod, yawing at the same time “come, let’s get you into bed okay baby?”

“B-but his girlf-“

“I’ll deal with it, I promise. Now please sleep. I love you”.

“I love you too Natty” you mumble and as soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re in dreamland.

Nat kept her promise by dealing with your exes girlfriend, no more messages were sent to you and Adam didn’t try and take Pebbles away.

Giving birth to a healthy baby girl, Nat continued to keep her promise by sticking by you.

Alisa Pebbles Romanoff was truly spoilt by both of her mamas.

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themultitaskingposer · 11 months

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*avengers reactions to y/n's ‘I love you’*

Natasha: aww I love you too babe!

Tony: oh no, what did you do?

Steve: love you too kid

Kate: *cries* I love you too

Clint: Sounds fake but okay

Peter: oh..I..I-I love you too *nervous*

Wanda: *A flustered mess*

Thor: *laugh* i have no doubt you do, lady y/n

Yelena: can I get a refund?

Bucky: *shy at first* I love you too doll

Loki: I love myself too

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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so i saw you have no Nat request but was wondering if could do wanda and Nat x freader smut with these prompts

48.“Watch your mouth...”

19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

60“You broke the rules…”

with dom Nat and wanda bratty reader

maybe they’re all out at like a bar for a celebration of some sorts and R feels like little left out because Nat and Wanda are talking to each other and barely including her in the conversation so she decides have a little attitude with them . this just gets r less in the conversation so she gets up and sits next to some other girl and fake flirts with her this catches Nats eye . which leads them to take R home and give her reminder of the rules ;)

(aka punishment)

if not Wanda and Nat then just Nat would be fine

if you do this and do the both can Nat be the slightly like harsher one and Wanda not like a completely soft dom but is not as harsh as Nat can be

hope have a lovely day

i love your writing especially “needy puppy”

Bratty Baby 18+

*Authors note~I took a lot of creative liberties here with this one so I hope that's okay and that you'll enjoy it*

Trigger warnings~ dp dom Wandanat sun brat r g!p Nat enchanter strap on wanda harsh dom Nat slight soft dom Wanda, overstimulation kink teasing dildos Voyeurism punishment Dacryphilia size kink voice kink oral fixation mommy and daddy kink smut smut smutttt

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Tony was always throwing parties after every successful mission, you never knew why. Perhaps he wanted to flash the cash and his success but you liked to think his love language is showering you all with gifts and parties to celebrate achievements the team made. You love dressing up for your girlfriends, allowing them to take in your outfits always led to a fun night. The team knew of your relationship dynamics, but had never once questioned either of your girlfriends, probably because they could kick the rest of the teams ass without even braking a sweat.

Normally you'd be hanging off one of their arms all night, but tonight they seemed to be immersed in one another's company. It was like you were third wheeling in your own relationship and for the first time you felt jealousy towards them both. They very rarely included you in their conversations, you didn't know much about it. You tried to show them your hurt at their ignorance but they seemed unfazed by your clear upset. That's when your plan formed. If they wouldn't give you attention then you'd go find someone who will.

Truly you didn't know how it happened but it did, you were leant up against the bar nursing a drink while carol tried to poorly flirt with you, asking about a scar you'd gotten a year ago. You weren't interested at all, very in love with your girlfriends but you could practically feel Natasha glaring in your direction so you fed into it. Fake flirting with Carol seemed to grab the attention of both women so you weren't surprised when both of them came to you. Natasha behind you sneaking a hand to your head while Wanda stood between you and Carol. A little whimper escaped you at the tug to your hair. "Dekta, why don't you let Carol go enjoy her night you are done" she murmured to you eyeing Carol dangerously causing her to flee.

"Draga, you know better than to whore yourself out" Wanda purred causing you to retaliate, "I bet Carol would fuck me right!" The mumble caught by both women causing Nat to rage on and Wanda to worry. "Nat, you're hurting me" you whimpered as she dragged you back to your room with Wanda on your tails. "Nat honey, maybe you should calm down" Wanda tried as you were thrown into the bedroom. The two women began to converse, little did you know Wanda was trying to make Nats temper deflate a little for you. "You don't fucking want me know" you all but screamed at them.

"Watch your mouth you whore" Nat seethed stalking towards you like a animal hunting prey. "ljubezen" the softer one of your girlfriends warned, she meant business but was no where near as angry as Natasha. Natasha held your throat and slammed you into the wall, her lips roughly fighting with yours now. Wanda taking the free time to strip from her clothing while Nat marked up your exposed neck. "I swear to god I'll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can't walk." She growled before dragging you to the bed where Wanda laid spread and playing with her puffy cunt. "Go and eat mommy out, prove you can be a good slut for us."

Crawling onto the bed you immediately tried to kiss Wanda's soft thighs but Tasha forced your head into her cunt, "eat" she growled. Immediately, you began to give kitten licks to her soaking cunt, her clit being spoilt with attention before plunging your tongue into her tight little hole. "Oh fuck, baby yes there yes good girl" Wanda mewled causing Natasha to lean over to slap Wanda face, "she's nothing more than a worthless whore Wanda, do not make me punish you too." Tears sprang in wandas eyes, "oh dekta you look so pretty when you cry, daddy doesn't mean to take her anger out on you. This slut is the one who should get it. Don't you agree?" A yes was squealed as you managed to throw the witch over the edge and fuck her through it.

Natasha once again tugged you up by your hair to spin you around and thrust her hard veiny cock into your tight throat. "Make this wet for daddy slut" was all she offered before thrusting into you. Wanda took the time to calm her body and strap up and enjoy the show. "Natty" Wanda whined when she was ready, "let me have a turn." That was how you found yourself sucking Wandas strap happily while Nat edged you with your aching clit.

Once both women had enough you were immediately positioned on all fours, Natasha lining her self up with your hips to hold them steady. Wanda teasing your folds with the head of the strap, "oh yes baby so wet for mommy"she purred before thrusting in. "Mommy no big too big" you whimpered causing Natasha to smack your ass in warning, "you'll take it, mommy wants to stretch out your fuck hole to make sure you can take daddy's cock." Natasha helped you fuck yourself onto Wandas dick as she stretched out your walls. "Oh god mommy! Daddy! Wanna cum" you mewled.

"Cum my whore" Wanda purred happily as she was approaching her edge too. A rough thrust had you both tumbling over that edge together. "Mine" the red headed Russian growled practically ripping you off Wands dick and thrusting into you from behind. The sheer size of her dick stretching you more than Wanda had. "Mommy it hurts make her stop" you cried hoping she'd take pity on you. "You broke the rules baby" Wanda reminded before completely ignoring the pleas and cries for her to help you.

Nat is a passionate lover but her temper flared often making it hard for her to know when to stop. "Wands look the pretty slut is crying. Look at how beautiful she looks taking me Wanda" Nat panted with every rough thrust, "the more you cry dolly the more I want to ruin you." You'd lost count how many times you came around her cock, the pleasure and pain dizzying. "Stop stop please daddy I can't" you whined, only to be shut up by Wanda popping her breast into your mouth, "shhh baby here suck on mommy."

Natasha happily filled you to the brim as you screamed around Wandas nipple. When she finally slipped from your now gaping hole you could see the mixture of both your cum seeping from your own hole onto the bed. Trying to catch your breath you noticed Wanda slipping underneath your body and Nat repositioning her already hard cock. You weren't even sure how two cocks could fit into your small cunt but these two lovers were determined to make them fit. "Oh look at the cock slut wands, taking both our dicks into your needy cunt"

Natasha shoved two fingers into your mouth as they both pounded into you, it was awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm to overstimulate your poor puffy cunt. Tears streaming like a raging river, you continued to moan and whine as you came around their dicks again and agains. Your orgasm causing you to clamp around them like a vice. Making them cum became the ultimate goal, and when you achieved that you tapped out immediately, the pain now outweighing the pleasure.

Both women flipped like a switch into caring and loving, making sure you were cared for and loved, cleaning up and cuddling with your exhausted body while they whispered words of praise and love until you all drifted off to sleep.

Word count~ 1552

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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wake up

kinktober 2022 masterlist | monstober 2022 masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

18+ : somnophilia, voice kink, fingering

Natasha woke to the dawn light barely seeping through the windows with her warm body pressed to yours beneath the covers that haphazardly covered your half naked body. Only a flimsy t-shirt clung to you and she could see your hardened nipples through the material from the cool air coming through the cracked open window.

Your head was adorably squashed into the pillow with your innocently sleeping pout faced towards her and she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to last night. How you stumbled in together after a drunken night out and she watched you fuck yourself on her strap before she took matters into her own hands, peering down as she fucked you into the mattress and turned you into a whining mess.

Just the thought had her clenching her thighs together, tracing her fingertip over the skin of your exposed chest, along your collarbone and over your nipple.

She propped herself up on her elbow with her eyes watching as your chest rose and fell again with soft and even breaths. She started with a kiss to your forehead and then one to your cheek followed with a smile at the way your nose twitched from the tickle of her hair on your skin.

She inched her hand down beneath the blanket, easily finding the slick that was still present between your thighs, grunting quietly at the dripping wetness of your folds over her fingers as she slid them through your pussy tentatively. She watched closely for any kind of reaction, slowly pushing her digits into your hole as you continued your deep sleep.

The silence of the room let her hear the lewd sound of her fingers burying themselves inside you, pushing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm. The first twitch of your body came with a rub of her thumb over your clit and she smiled at the way you quietly whined. Your hips bucked subconsciously as her movements sped up. She so desperately wanted to fuck you, to watch you sleep as she made you cum, as you sleepily take her cock into your greedy pussy.

You blinked your eyes open with your breathing speeding up and your body gaining heat, immediately greeted with your girlfriend’s fingers fucking into you and your climax growing nearer by the second.

“Morning, baby.” She rasped, her seductive voice thick with sleep, gravelly in the way that makes your thighs clench and your stomach flutter. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Her lips ghosted over your cheek as she deeply spoke, hot breath against your skin with her voice alone making you shudder whilst her fingers continued to work on bringing you over the edge.

“My pretty girl.” She hummed. “Just so fucking perfect I can’t keep my hands off you.” She pushed her plump lips to yours when you pulled her face to you with a tired grip on her hair, the kiss was sloppy and dazed, both of you half asleep and you close to your climax.

“Make a mess of my fingers, baby.” She murmured against you, curling her fingers inside of you perfectly with a push of her thumb over your clit as you whimpered into her mouth. She helped you ride through your orgasm as your hips mindlessly rocked and your thighs tried to clamp together around her hand, kissing over the skin of your neck that was already littered with marks from the night before.

“Good morning.” You breathed with a smile, Natasha grinned down at you as she sat up onto her knees and crawled down to position her face between your legs with a few kisses pressed to your inner thighs and a quick lick through your folds with a satisfied hum.

“I’m only just getting started.” She smirked before diving in.

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honey-sweet-hiraeth · 2 years

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To Hate You Back (N.R.)

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has hated you since you met... Eventually you try to return the sentiment. Then one day with a lie, some self endangerment and a bit of blood loss, you begin to understand each other better.

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Minors DNI, Oral (r giving), Fingering (r giving), very soft, like really soft at the end, Stab Wound, Blood, Stitches, Nat Talks About Getting Shot, Scar (singular), A Little Angsty, R is a Little Shit (sorta), So is Tony (sorta), Enemies to Lovers??? (I think), absolutely awful flirting with a dangerous angry assassin lady. ALSO- a really weird sparring scene (yes it needs a warning)

Words: About 8,200

A/n: Hey look! I wrote something. I hate that it has taken me so long to write and finish anything and I'm so sorry about that. I'm trying, I promise I am. I have no clue when I'll continue/finish Breathe. It'll happen one day, maybe. Anywho- I'm still writing. Annnnd now I've written smut!! This is my first time posting smut so I uh- I hope you like it.

Clint was the first to hear of Natasha's distaste for the agent she'd been going on missions with lately, then it was Steve, then Wanda, then Tony, pretty soon everyone knew.

Which was exactly why they all seemed so shocked that you were so.... Likeable.

You were intelligent, Kind and honest. Not to mention funny, passionate and skilled. You didn't take yourself too seriously and quite frankly it was hard to tell you were the agent that Fury held in such high regard.

With the way Fury spoke so highly of you and the way Natasha complained, they were expecting someone more arrogant and self absorbed. To be fair, being called Fury's prodigy agent was bound to go to anybody's head.

But you were pretty much the opposite of what the Avengers had been led to believe.

May 27th-

When Fury found out about Natasha's feelings toward you, he laughed and immediately informed you that you would be joining the Avengers.

"Ex-excuse me?” Your eyes widened and you stumbled back.

"You heard me y/l/n" Fury returned to his regular more rigid demeanor, "Starting tomorrow you're an Avenger. We'll be moving your things to the compound shortly."

"Sir I don't think you understand" You sighed "Romanoff is going to kill me"

"Not if you kill her first" He gave you a look and you raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Are you joking?" You asked incredulously and Fury chuckled roughly under his breath.

"Agent Romanoff will learn to like you" He shrugged "Unfortunately for both of you, you work well together so you'll be working together a lot anyway. She'll have plenty of opportunities to get used to you"

"I don't think getting used to me will solve anything" You groaned and the look Fury gave you should have placated you, but given your more... Complicated relationship with the man. You were rather used to it.

"Agent y/l/n" He spoke professionally but the undertone of his voice was akin to begging. "I know you'll find a way to make it work. Just get out of my office and start packing"

June 18th-

"I'm going to kill her" Natasha growled as she made her way into Clint's room and flopped on his bed where he was sitting, reading a file.

"She's not that bad" Clint shrugged, earning a deadly glare from the redhead that he seemed to miss. "What'd she do this time?"

"You should've seen it" Nat rolled her eyes "She and Wanda were in the kitchen 'talking' If you could even call it that."

Clint raised an eyebrow at the mention of the other redhead. He had to admit he felt sort of protective of Wanda, ever since she lost Pietro.

"Go on" He urged and Natasha groaned.

"They were all over each other Clint!" She threw her hands around rapidly "y/l/n practically had her hand down Wanda's pants"

Clint threw his head back in a laugh. Of all the things you did that seemed to piss Natasha off, your banter with the others was the one he always heard about.

"That's not even close to the truth now is it?" Clint smirked and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"They were making sandwiches and bumping into each other" Tony appeared in the doorway with a smirk. "Then they were joking about their similar eating habits."

"Ugh" Natasha rolled over and sighed "She's a bigger flirt than you are Stark, and it's ridiculous"

"Maybe you should ask her out." Tony laughed as Natasha threw him a glare.

"Why the hell would I do that?" The redhead nearly hissed at the idea.

"With the way she takes your attitude toward her with so much humor, I would bet she likes you, and you seem pretty obsessed with her" Tony shrugged and smirked as he got the reaction he was looking for.

"I am not!" Natasha sat up defensively.

"All I'm saying is you're a little too focused on her flirting habits for someone who isn't at least a little bit attracted to her" Tony chuckled as Nat scoffed, turning away from him. "Don't be embarrassed Nat, Have you seen her? You'd be an idiot to not wanna bang her. Hell I would do it"

"Shut up" Natasha snapped and pushed past him through the doorway, effectively ending the conversation.

July 22nd-

You panted lightly as Steve made another move, swinging his fist in your direction, only hitting air as you darted around him. You landed a hard jab to his ribs and he turned, trying to grab your wrist as you swung at him.

His success was short lived as you flipped him on his back with a surprising amount of force. The sound of his back hitting the mat along with the groan that followed echoed through the empty training room.

"Give up yet, Rogers?" You smirked and he nodded decisively, causing you to immediately switch from your fighting stance to a more relaxed state as you helped him up.

"You're a really good fighter" He smiled as you waved him off "No really, you're not even enhanced as far as we know and the only other person who can take me down like that is Nat"

At the mention of her name you tensed again and nodded stiffly.

"Cool" You gave Steve a tight smile and a high five before you made your way to the punching bags, secretly thankful that Steve hadn't followed you and instead headed in the opposite direction, toward the treadmills.

You worked out in silence for a while when the doors to the training room opened, catching your attention. At the sight of the cold, always angry redhead, you groaned.

Of course it had to be Natasha. You couldn't go half a day without seeing her and having some sort of tense, semi aggressive interaction.

Steve smiled at you with a mischief you didn't recognize on the man before turning to Nat.

"Feel like sparring?" He grinned and Nat raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes actually" She smiled "Feel like getting your ass handed to you?"

"Not really" Steve matched her smirk. "Y/n already took me down twice this morning. I bet you two are well matched for sparring. And she seems like she'd be down to fight you."

Natasha glared at Steve as you looked up in shock.

"Alright" Natasha turned to you with a scowl. "I'd never miss an opportunity to beat up y/l/n"

"You're too kind" You rolled your eyes and made your way to the mats, getting ready for what you were sure was going to be the beating of your lifetime.

Natasha met you at the mats and matched your position before darting forward with no warning to land a blow to your jaw. You took a few steps back in shock and scoffed.

"I knew you liked it rough Romanoff but I didn't know you liked it dirty too" You chuckled before dodging her attempt to knock you down, spinning out of her reach before stepping behind her and locking your arm over the base of her neck, applying light pressure. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to choke her lightly and tell her you could hurt her if you wanted to.

Your other hand rested on her hip and you didn't miss the way she squirmed under your touch. It wasn't the discomfort of hatred you were expecting to see in her body language. Quite the opposite actually.

"Do-" Your mouth dropped open before a smirk took over your features. "Do you like that, Romanoff?"

You squeezed her hip and added more pressure to her throat, and bit your lip when you heard Natasha's breathing hitch before she quickly regained her focus and flipped you on your back, making you gasp for air as she straddled your stomach, pinning your hands above your head.

Natasha took a moment to appreciate how shocked you looked by the way she'd thrown you down. You were breathing heavily and your eyes were closed tight as you tried to regain your composure. She scolded herself when her mind wandered briefly to a more enjoyable activity that could be done in that position and pulled her focus back to fighting you.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when you smirked up at her and she was about to ask what you were so smug about when she gasped as you arched your back suddenly in order to flip the two of you over.

'Maybe Tony was right', some god awful part of her brain thought before she quickly dismissed the idea, trying to ignore the butterflies she felt as she noticed the position she was now in.

Your hands on her wrists, her legs around your waist, and her back pressed firmly to the mat by the weight of your body that was settled between her thighs.

You smirked down at her and you both seemed to just sit there forever. Your eyes involuntarily dropped to Natasha's lips as her gaze fell to yours. You were both breathing heavily and neither of you could tell if it was due to the sparring or the tension that had thickened in the air.

"Uh" Steve's voice immediately knocked you both out of your trance as you pulled yourself off of Natasha and she sat up on the mat. "I think it's safe to say you could both hold your own against each other"

Steve shuffled awkwardly and Natasha scoffed.

"Whatever, she got lucky, I was distracted" Natasha snapped and you smirked.

"What exactly was distracting you Natasha?" You asked, drawing out the syllables of her name.

Natasha rolled her eyes and huffed.

"Nothing special, that much is for sure" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke pointedly, unknowingly giving you the exact answer you wanted.

"Chto by vy ni govorili, malyshka. (Whatever you say babygirl)" You chuckled as her head snapped toward you at how fluent her native language sounded coming from you. "Y'know I'm starting to think you secretly like me"

"In your dreams" Natasha scoffed as you got up off the mat, heading to the exit, turning to stare the redhead directly in the eyes.

"Only the dirty ones" You winked and ducked out the door before she could react, running down the hallway in fear of being chased, or Steve following you out there to lecture you about teasing the 'Great Black Widow' like that.

Steve did not follow you however, opting to instead burst into laughter at the sight of a very flustered Natasha Romanoff.

"I didn't know you could blush Nat '' He chuckled, earning a not-so-kind look from the redhead.

"I don't know what you're talking about '' She snapped and pushed herself off the ground before stomping out of the room, no longer in the mood for her workout.

August 4th-

You rushed off the Quinjet and into the Compound, moving as fast as your legs would carry you. An angry- no - Livid Natasha right on your heels.

"Help!" You yelped and rushed behind a very confused and very concerned Steve and Wanda.

"Y/l/n!" Natasha growled from across the room as she slowed down, eyeing you like a predator would it's annoyingly evasive prey. "I'm going to take you down, drag you out of here and break you with my bare hands."

You couldn't help the smirk that took over your face as you raised an eyebrow.

"Say that again, that sounded good" You bit your lip at the glare the assassin sent your way. You had to admit, it was kind of hot.

Wanda and Steve shared a look as if to say 'are they always that flirty?' before both of them stepped to the side, leaving you open for Natasha to rush at you.

"Traitors! " You yelped and ran around the counter to avoid the Black Widow's wrath.

"Stop running so I can kill you!" Natasha growled and you yelped again as you narrowly avoided her grip.

"While getting brutally murdered by you would be a lovely way to go" You smirked "I'm gonna keep running"

With that you rushed out of the room and down the hall, trying to get to your room so you could lock Natasha out before she got to you.

Just before you reached the safety of your room, a hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you around as Natasha pinned you against the wall.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Natasha hissed under her breath and your breathing hitched as you noticed just how close she was. "I could've handled that, you didn't need to rush in there half cocked"

"I was thinking you were surrounded by HYDRA agents, and while I'm sure that if the roles were reversed you'd grab some popcorn and enjoy the show, I personally didn't want to watch you get your ass beat" You snapped and Natasha's eyes widened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She sounded confused, which only made you angrier. It was like every time Natasha had said something snarky about you had built up and all the pent up frustration finally came to a head.

"It means that while you might be content to hate me all your life- some stupid little part of me likes you, and I like you enough to notice when you're overwhelmed, whether or not you'll let go of your pride and admit it." Your voice raised a little and Natasha stepped back, making room for you to step forward, taking your turn to invade her personal space. "It means that I care about you enough to step in and help, despite the fact that you've done nothing but hate on me and make me second guess myself, since the moment we met."

You were inches apart and Natasha was searching your eyes with an unreadable expression. Your breathing was slow but your heart was beating faster than ever before, so hard you could feel your pulse in every individual nerve in your body.

"You think I'm a bitch" It wasn't a question and you hated that Natasha seemed hurt about it.

"I don't think you're a bitch" You softened for a moment before starting to slowly work yourself up again. "At first I thought it was a defense mechanism, maybe you were just rough around the edges or something because you didn't like new people. Hell, assassin's are trained not to like new people. Then I thought maybe you didn't want to catch yourself making friends with anyone so you were acting up to keep me at arm's length. Then Tony tried to tell me you were acting out because you wanted to fuck me, and i thought maybe you were upset cause Tony kept insisting we need to hook up. Now i don't know- Now i just think you hate me"

Natasha stared up at you in shock. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she searched for something to say.

"I- I don't-'' She tried to speak but you cut her off.

"And let me tell you, I've been trying so hard not to take it personally, I thought of everything that could have happened to make you angry with me and how to fix it. I have kept trying to talk to you and be nice but I can't handle it anymore. Okay? I give up." You were almost whispering at this point, your body so tense one could swear you were made of stone, a startling contrast to your usual mellow state of existence.

Natasha had been reduced to silence as you kept ranting onward, sounding defeated. A longing, almost sad look on her face.

"I stopped trying to talk to you and started to avoid you and you seemed to seek me out just to antagonize me and I've tried taking it in stride. Tried giving you time to warm up to me. I'm starting to think my only option is to hate you back. Is- is that what you want?" You kept your face as neutral as possible to avoid her seeing just how upset you really were.

"Y/n..." Natasha reached hesitantly out to take your hand but you flinched away.

"Don't patronize me Romanoff" You sighed and stared into her guilty eyes.

"I-" Natasha paused, unsure of how to move forward.

"It's fine" You barely spoke at all, whispering more to yourself than to the redhead in front of you.

You turned around and walked into your room with a long drawn out sigh. You were tired and angry and you desperately wanted a shower so you could take a nap and maybe distract yourself from the way you were reeling from your pent up emotions.

September 16th.... Six Long Weeks Later-

You sighed softly as you turned the shower on and stepped under the stream of hot water that nearly scalded your skin. You didn't mind the pain though. You embraced it, knowing it would help relax your tense, achy muscles.

You had been taking missions left and right in order to avoid talking about anything but work with Natasha, you didn't want to fight with her again and you were starting to get fed up with the way she kept staring you down with guilt written over her features.

She was the one that started this, she didn't get to feel bad now.

You took your time, letting yourself relax a little before getting out of the shower nearly an hour later, wrapping your towel around your body and stepping out of the bathroom.

"What in the motherfuck-" You jumped, hand on your chest, completely startled by the presence waiting for you. Sitting on your bed and leaning against the wall. "The hell are you doing here?"

Natasha's eyes moved to meet yours and she couldn't help but notice that your towel only went down about a quarter of your thighs. She had to fight herself not to stare at the long stretch of your legs that were uncovered.

It took a few moments before you realized her eyes were a little unfocused, her breathing was unsteady and there was a dark red spot taking over the side of her stomach, staining her grey tank top. She looked a little beaten up and battered, causing you to eye her suspiciously.

"Why are you bleeding in my bedroom?" You raised an eyebrow and she glanced around your room, avoiding eye contact.

"I went to check out a little HYDRA facility, it was supposed to be empty" She admitted neutrally but you noticed the slight shake to her voice. "I wasn't really paying attention. An agent saw me and caught me off guard. It was stupid but i didn't hear him coming, i was a little too in my head."

"The great Natasha Romanoff made a mistake?" You chuckled, enjoying the way she squirmed in your presence. "That doesn't explain why you're here and not in the Med Bay with Bruce"

"Bruce isn't here, you're the only other one that can give stitches that actually look decent and wont scar too much." Natasha glanced up at you and to you it seemed like she felt uncomfortable asking you any favors.

You walked into your closet and put on some denim shorts and an oversized hoodie, feeling a little awkward about standing there in just a towel.

When you got back, you took a moment to enjoy the new dynamic. For once it felt like you actually had the upper hand. Then you noticed the way Natasha was swaying from blood loss and your smugness immediately gave way to worry.

You rushed back into your bathroom and grabbed your sewing kit and some antiseptic before moving into the room and in front of Natasha, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it up lightly.

"Take this off" You ordered and she glared up at you.

"Excuse me?" Her voice lowered dangerously and you chuckled softly.

"If I'm giving you stitches I need to be able to get to your wound." You explained and the redhead nodded slowly in apprehension. You tugged at her shirt again. "Come on tough chick, shirt off and then i need you to lay down on the bed"

You tried not to stare as you helped Natasha slowly pull her top over her head. The sight of her newly exposed skin almost made you dizzy. If it weren't for the gaping stab wound on her stomach the sight would've been heaven.

Natasha slowly laid back on the bed, wincing as she moved and you pulled your chair from your desk over to the bed, sitting down and inspecting the damage.

"Holy shit, what the hell did he stab you with, a katana?!" You gently cleaned the blood from her skin, not missing the way she seemed to relax under your touch, despite you actively prodding at her freshly stabbed torso.

"Some sort of dagger, definitely wasn't your average knife" Natasha gasped as you poured your antiseptic over her stomach. Her back arched and you gently pressed her body back into the mattress with your hand on the side of her ribs. Her breathing hitched and she swallowed thickly.

"Okay, stop wiggling, I'm gonna start." You breathed out slowly before finally pressing the needle through her skin.

Natasha hissed and bit her lip, her body was tense and you paused as she got used to the sting of your sewing needle.

After a few moments she let out a sigh and closed her eyes, waving for you to continue.

"Are you okay?" You nearly whispered after a long silence while you stitched her up with the utmost care.

"Define okay," Natasha grunted as the needle pierced her skin again. "Physically, Mentally or Emotionally?"

"All of the above?" You smiled softly at Natasha, glancing at her before focusing back on the task at hand.

"Why do you care?" Natasha grumbled and you felt a pang of guilt at her tone. "You hate me, remember?"

"Hating you is a lot harder than it should be" You were slightly surprised at how gentle and sincere you sounded at the moment. Natasha was staring at you with an unreadable expression and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you finished stitching her up. "Stay here, i'm gonna find some cream and bandages. I don't want to see any signs that you've moved when I get back"

"What'll you do if I move?" You gave Natasha a stern look as you stood, making her raise an eyebrow in challenge.

"Considering how intense that stab wound is, the pain from moving would be punishment enough" You sighed and left the room, jogging to the med bay determined to get the things you needed and get back as fast as possible.

"Hey Bruce" You greeted softly as you sped through the med bay to the medical storage, locating the bandages and numbing cream and grabbing them before the realization that Bruce was there even hit.

"Hold on" You backpedaled out of the storage area and back to Bruce. "How long have you been here?"

"All day" Bruce made a face "Why?"

"No reason" You smirked softly and made your way out of the med bay, unable to keep your smile from growing into a huge grin as you headed down the hall.

You took a moment to school your features before stepping back into your room.

"Good news, I ran into Bruce so I can get you out of here and to the Med Bay so he can check you over." You tried to sound disinterested but you couldn't help the smirk that crept onto your face as you spoke.

Natasha nodded and started to sit up, only to nearly yell in pain and lower herself back to your bed. You watched her trying to get up again as her eyes lost focus, an indication that moving was proving to hurt a bit too much for the Assassin now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"Would you like some help?" You chuckled softly and the redhead could've nearly killed you with the glare she sent your way. You raised your hands in surrender. "Just offering."

Natasha hesitated a moment before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh and nodding curtly. You giggled and made your way to her, opening the numbing cream you'd taken from the med bay.

"I'm gonna apply some of this and give it a minute to take effect. That should help enough for you to move. I don't suggest trying to walk however, so once you're numb enough for it to not be totally excruciating, I'm going to carry you to Bruce okay?" Your voice held a gentle tone in it that you'd usually reserved for Wanda and children. You'd never deemed anyone else worthy of seeing the softer side of your usual self. But you figured Natasha needed a little more comfort than she was letting on, and your constant cocky, sarcastic tone of voice wasn't going to be much help.

Natasha nodded and you sat next to her again, gently applying the numbing cream around her wound. Natasha let out a soft sigh as you rubbed her stomach with light pressure, relieving the tension she didn't even know she'd had in her abdomen. As you rubbed over her stomach muscles you noticed a puckered pink scar above her left hip. You ran your fingers over it gently and looked up at her in question.

"I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier - Bucky - was there. I was covering my asset, so he shot him. Straight through me." She explained with a far off look in her eyes and you nodded slowly, grazing your fingers over the scar again.

Natasha took a shaky breath and you realized just how intimate your actions were. Withdrawing your hands you smiled softly at the redhead and she seemed to hold your gaze as if she were silently asking you something. You weren't sure what.

"How does it feel?" You asked gently and Natasha's face contorted in an - admittedly adorable expression of confusion.

"What?" She sounded so lost you could melt, you gestured to her stomach and watched realization dawn on her features. "Oh. Better I guess"

You walked back into your closet and grabbed a soft loose T-shirt before walking out and helping Natasha get into it. You weren't sure how tired she really was, but she must have been exhausted if she was letting you dress her without a problem-she didn't even fight you on the idea of wearing your shirt.

"Ready to go to the Med Bay?" You smirked and Natasha couldn't help but match your expression.

"I doubt Bruce'll be half as gentle with me" Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically and you chuckled.

"I'm sure you'll be fine" You gently gathered the redhead in your arms, lifting her up as she wrapped her arms around your neck. "Let's go princess"

Natasha grumbled slightly at the pet name and tucked her head against your shoulder, hiding her face in your neck.

You both tried desperately to ignore your intrusive thoughts at the other's proximity as you made your way down the hall. You tensed slightly as you saw Tony heading your direction with a knowing smirk.

"Look at you two acting like you don't totally hate each other" He chuckled and you felt your face heating up as you felt Natasha huff against your neck, her breath fanning across your skin.

"Shut the fuck up Stark" Natasha snapped, her lips brushing against your collarbone. "I'm injured and y/n was my only available option"

You smirked, knowing her comment was totally bullshit.

"I don't have to act like I don't hate Nat, Tony." You rolled your eyes "She's not as terrible as she pretends to be"

Tony looked at you in surprise as Natasha pulled away enough to stare at you in pure shock. You studied both their reactions before shrugging and continuing to walk down the hall.

You made it to the med bay and smiled at Bruce as you gently set Natasha on the small bed by the wall.

"I come bearing a patient." You giggled and Bruce raised his eyebrows ``I already stitched her up, she just needs to be screened for other injuries. Annnnddd she probably needs pain relievers- let me know when you're done and i'll take her back to her room.``

Forty-five minutes later and you were once again carrying the redheaded assassin through the halls. Her face tucked against your neck again- which you were alarmingly comfortable with.

"You know" You paused as Natasha pulled away enough to look at you. "This is probably the most we've never gotten along."

"Probably?" Nat grinned "This is definitely the most we've ever gotten along."

You got to her room and stepped inside, your face contorting in confusion and disapproval.

"What the fuck is this?" You deadpanned and Natasha snorted.

The room was full of training equipment and weapons just sitting around. There wasn't really a bed -just a mattress on the ground.

"This is my room" Natasha said as if you were an idiot, and you felt like one as you started carrying her away from her own room and down the hall.

"Absolutely not- not while you're injured. Nope." You walked back into your room, much to the confusion of Natasha.

"What are you-?" Natasha started as you walked in and set her gently in a chair before stripping the bloodied sheets from your bed, tossing them in your laundry basket and grabbing another set from your closet.

"You're staying here until you've healed more-there's no way you're staying in that room while injured." You huffed as you pulled the fitted sheet around your bed and quickly made it up.

"Y/n i can't possibly-" Natasha started to get up and winced with a small groan, you sighed and lifted her up, moving her to the bed as gently as possible.

"That's another reason for you to stay here." You smirked "Your dumb stubborn ass keeps trying to get up."

Natasha just glared at you from her place.

"I hate you" She grumbled and your smile faltered.

"Sometimes I really do believe that '' You paused before heading to the door, not giving Natasha time to respond. "I'm gonna go get you some water so you can take those painkillers."

The moment you got out the door you closed your eyes and sighed, trying to ground yourself.

"Are you okay?" An accented voice startled you from your thoughts and you jumped, opening your eyes. "Sorry"

"Yeah- I'm fine. It's just..." You trailed off, unsure of how to explain your predicament.

"Natasha?" Wanda asked and you raised an eyebrow in question. "You guys have really loud, loud thoughts when you're around each other"

"Yeah.." You mumbled "The little shit's confusing"

"Little?" Wanda mused and crossed her arms "She's a grown woman"

"She's like- 5'2, I said what i said" You ran a hand through your hair and sighed as Wanda gave you a stern, knowing look. "I like her i do- I just- everytime I start making progress she goes cold or we end up fighting and then it's all back to square one"

"She has feelings for you too, but you know Natasha." Wanda shrugged "She's pretty much terrified of the idea of loving someone. She's afraid of her feelings and she's definitely not going to admit to having them unless you make her."

"Loving?" You choked on the air you were previously trying to breathe. "Why are we talking about love?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

"The tension between you two is more than just lust, or a silly crush. There's potential there."

"What do you mean?" Your voice squeaked slightly and Wanda laughed, tapping her temple with a knowing smile.

"Loud. Loud thoughts"

"I don't know what to do anymore" You groaned and the Sokovian gave you a sympathetic pat on the back.

"Well she can't exactly run away at the moment so- I suggest you try talking to her" Wanda smiled and you pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you"

"Anytime" She laughed as she pulled away "Now, Go get that water and then go get your girl"

"How did you-"

"Thoughts y/n" Wanda grinned and disappeared into her room.

You chuckled, shaking your head before heading to the kitchen.

You got the water and rushed back to your room, slowing down just outside the door and taking a breath before quietly entering and carefully pulling the door closed as you entered your room.

"That took you a suspiciously long time" Natasha glared at you and you smirked.

"Miss me that much?" You teased setting a glass of cold water on the nightstand by the bed. "I ran into Wanda"

You didn't miss the way Natasha tensed at the mention of the witch but you kept all jokes about her jealousy to yourself. You would be jealous too if the roles were reversed and she'd been with Steve or something.

Despite knowing the two were strictly friends.

"You lied to me" You sat by Natasha as she raised an eyebrow at you in near confusion. "Bruce has been here alllllll day"

You dragged your words out in a sing-song manner and Natasha huffed.

"So why'd you come to me?" You already knew the answer now, but you wanted to see how far Natasha would go to avoid admitting that she liked you as much as you liked her.

"I couldn't find him" Natasha shrugged and you chuckled softly.

"That's not true, you would've found him if you actually looked"

Natasha fixed you with a glare that would rival the world's strongest laser.

"What are you getting at y/l/n?"

"I think you really do like me" You chuckled and a look of panic flashed behind the assassin's eyes. "I'm gonna change your bandages- it's been an hour and we need to keep them clean. I don't want you getting infected"

You moved on so casually Natasha almost forgot that you'd called her out. Almost. However, she was happy to not address it for fear of outing her true feelings for you and you- obviously not feeling the same.

You smirked as you approached the bed, a new idea forming on how to make the redhead suffer a little more before you put an end to her misery.

You completely ignored the chair by the bed, opting to get on the bed and straddle Natasha's thigh, earning a surprised grunt from the Assassin as she stared up at you in confusion.

"Better angle" You explained innocently, starting to pull off Nat's (Your) shirt and removing the bandages that covered her wound.

Natasha studied your features as you concentrated on putting ointment on her stomach before bandaging her back up. Noticing the way you furrowed your brows slightly and bit your lip as you stayed diligently focused.

She had to admit you looked heavenly, hovering above her.

Her mind had wandered to other things when she let out an involuntary gasp as she felt your fingers brush the skin above the waistband of her pants. She looked up at you with wide eyes but you didn't seem to react at all, a neutral expression resting on your face and your focus still on her bandages.

Maybe she'd imagined it?

You glanced up at the assassin as you finished applying the gauze to her wound.

"You alright there?" You raised an eyebrow and Natasha nodded, hiding a blush. "You sure?"

"Yeah I just-" Natasha was cut off when you brushed your fingertips up the side of her ribs, a small smirk ever-present on your lips.

There was no way she imagined that, was there?

It easily could have been due to you changing her bandages, but a part of Natasha wanted to believe your tender touches against her skin were purposefully wandering.

"You seem a little out of it Nat" You cocked your head to the side, keeping a neutral tone despite the urge to grin. Natasha didn't answer, she was too busy overthinking the wishful thoughts invading her head. "Nat?"

You waved your hand in front of her face causing her eyes to snap to yours. Confusion and something unreadable was written all over behind her stoic facade.

"Do I need to be worried?" You furrowed your brows in concern. "You seem really distracted"

Natasha swallowed harshly, shaking her head, closing her eyes.

"I-" Natasha was cut off again, this time by a sharp intake of breath as you traced your hands down her sides, settling them on her hips.

She definitely hadn't imagined that.

"You what?" You tilted your head to the side with small, kind smile as Natasha's eyes fluttered open to reveal how her gaze had glazed over in confusion.

She couldn't read you as well as she wanted to at that moment. Her head was clouded over with want, but her mind still swarmed with questions as she tried to figure you out.

"What's wrong Nat?" You leaned over the redhead and she closed her eyes again, subconsciously tilting her head as you gently pressed a soft kiss to her jaw line.

You grinned at the way Natasha shuddered when your lips pressed to her skin, nibbling gently before pulling away.

Natasha's eyes opened again, her pupils blown and her gaze visibly full of want, but also perplexity. Her body language still tense.

The smirk you held, transitioned to a gentle smile as you cupped her cheek, remembering what Wanda said about her feelings. Your thumb softly traced along her cheekbone to her lips. You dragged your thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, causing Natasha to take a deep breath.

Her eyes fluttered shut a third time and she leaned into your touch. A small, still guarded smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

This moment was probably the softest thing to ever happen between the two of you. In fact, Natasha thought it might be the most gentle thing she'd ever experienced.

"What are you doing?" Natasha sighed, but her eyes stayed closed, afraid that if she opened them you would disappear. She was afraid she was dreaming, and if this was indeed a dream. Natasha Romanoff never wanted to wake up.

"I don't want to hate each other" You admitted quietly to the assassin, who hummed in response.

"Me either" Natasha mumbled, her accent slipping out as she let her guard down. Her walls crumbled then and there as her entire body relaxed under your touch. "I don't think I ever hated you"

Her quiet words made you melt as she turned her face to kiss the palm of your hand before leaning back against it. The warmth of her cheek against your hand sent waves of a comfort you never knew through the both of you.

"I don't think i ever hated you either" You chuckled at the way her eyes suddenly opened, her eyebrow raised as if to say 'oh really?'.

You shook your head gently with a fond smile.

"It's true, i don't hate you" You grazed your thumb along the redhead's jaw. "I don't think i even know how to"

The tenderness in the assassin's gaze was foreign to both of you, along with the unspoken emotions floating lightly in the air around you.

"Kiss me" Natasha's hushed whisper held a tone akin to pleading. Normally you would take this opportunity to tease the assassin further but the look in her eyes told you she needed this just as much as you did, and you didn't want to ruin the moment for the sake of a joke.

You slowly leaned in toward the redhead until you were barely an inch away from her lips before hesitating, looking between her eyes for any signs of regret, and finding nothing but serenity in a sea of deep green.

"Are you sure?" You asked stupidly, anxious that the other woman would change her mind.

A sigh left parted lips before Natasha nodded, barely moving her head. She wet her lips before finally speaking in a breathy whisper, her eyes burning with the intensity of her desires.

"Please"

Her hands moved to your waist, balling fistfuls of your shirt, tugging you down gently against her and you maneuvered yourself to avoid putting pressure on her wound.

After a moment of silence, you finally connected your lips to hers.

Electricity buzzed around you as you both sighed contently into the kiss. Natasha filled your senses, her gentle hum of pleasure was music to your ears, her skin was soft and warm to the touch, she tasted like Cinnamon and she smelled like pine trees.

You found yourself getting lost in the kiss, and with a light bite to her bottom lip, you drew a soft gasp from Natasha. In that moment you deepened the kiss, experimentally slipping your tongue between her lips and letting it dance with hers.

When air became a problem, you moved your lips along her jaw and down her neck, finding her collarbone and placing gentle kisses along her skin as you listened to her attempts to catch her breath.

When Natasha began pushing you further down her body you reluctantly withdrew your lips from her soft skin. You moved up to face her and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

A small grin formed on your face as Natasha let out a soft whine, pulling at your shirt.

"Nat" you murmured, tracing her jawline with your fingertips as a pout formed on the assassin's lips. "We can't"

"Why not?" Natasha kept her tone hushed as she pressed her palms to your shoulders.

"Because, Tasha, there's no way going any further can be good for you right now." You traced your fingertips along her arms in an attempt comfort the assassin. "You were injured and bleeding out literally a few hours ago, you need to rest and let yourself heal a bit."

"No," Natasha shook her head and huffed quietly, holding your gaze. "I need you, please."

You stared into her eyes as Natasha tried not to squirm beneath you. She looked so vulnerable and open, a needy frown pulling on the corners of her lips as she gripped the fabric of your shirt in her fists.

It took you a few moments before you uttered a quiet "okay" and pressed your lips once again to hers.

Natasha sighed softly as you made your way down her chest, tracing your fingertips over her ribs. You moved slowly, making sure to pay attention to every little moment, being wary of her wound.

Once her bra was removed you paid special attention to her breasts, massaging one with one hand while your lips wrapped around her other nipple, causing Natasha to arch her back, pushing her chest further toward your mouth.

She groaned softly at the movement and you moved a hand flat against the side of her ribs, gently holding her in place as you swirled your tongue around the hardened peak of her breast before moving your attention to the other.

Natasha's breathing hitched as you grazed your teeth along one bud while your thumb pressed into the other, she sighed quietly and tangled one hand in the sheets as her other hand found its way to your hair, tugging softly at the roots, earning a low groan from you.

You moved your focus once again to leaving a path of gentle open mouthed kisses and love bites across Natasha's skin, trailing your way down her sternum and to her toned stomach.

Her hand stayed in your hair, tugging as her ab muscles contracted and pulsed under your lips. You chuckled, finding the button to her jeans and undoing it while laving kisses around her belly. You tugged them off her hips, slowly pulling them down her legs as you watched her face.

She held your gaze with half lidded eyes, her lips slighty parted and only a little kiss swollen. Her arms had at somepoint made their way above her head, crossed at the wrists as she dug her fingers into the pillows.

You finished removing the jeans, tossing them to the ground, leaving Natasha in nothing but her navy blue panties.

You admired the view of the wet spot visible on the dark fabric before leaning down to press a kiss to her left knee, smiling as Natasha whined at your teasing.

You trailed your lips up her thigh reveling in the soft sighs and whimpers you coaxed from the redhead.

You made your way up to her hip again, this time, placing a deliberate kiss to the rough pink skin of her scar. You glanced up at her in time to see a grin blooming on her lips at the action you felt your chest warm at the sight of her smiling with her teeth, her head tilted to the side and her eyes closed.

You pressed kisses down to her pubic bone and Natasha gasped a quiet involuntary moan as you dragged the tip of your tongue over her covered core, humming at the faint taste of her.

You hooked your fingers through the waistband of her panties and made quick work of removing them as fast as possible. Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer.

Anchoring your arms around her thighs you held Natasha open as you drove your tongue through her folds moaning softly as you lapped at her juices. Natasha writhed beneath you, soft sighs of pleas and low, breathy moans falling from her lips like your new favorite song.

You hummed along with her, wrapping your lips around her clit as you slid two fingers easily into her core, exploring her intimacy at a steady pace as her quiet sighs of pleasure evolved into a symphony of sweet impassioned moans.

One shaky hand found it's way back to your hair, tugging hard and earning a groan from you, sending vibrations straight through her center. The other hand found yours resting on her hip and intertwined your fingers as she cried out in pleasure.

Her hips rocked in time with your movements as you swirled yout tongue around her clit causing Natasha to choke on a moan. She whined helplessly as you pulled your mouth away from her only to surge forward and connect your lips to hers.

The kiss was messy and earnest as you let Natasha taste herself on your tongue. You moved your kisses down her jaw before pulling away just enough to watch her face as you curled your fingers just right and swiped your thumb over her clit.

Her brows drew together as her eyes clamped tighter shut, her grip on your hand and in your hair grew tighter as her walls fluttered around your fingers.

A chorus of your name and "gonna cum" flowed choppily from her lips as she tucked her face in your neck, moaning huskily against your skin.

You sped up your movements rubbing tight circles around her clit with your thumb and mumbling a soft "Cum dekta" in her ear.

Natasha wrapped her hand that wasn't holding yours around the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to her as her body began to spasm and chants of your name spilled from her as her cum coated your hand. You helped her ride out her orgasm until she began to whine, releasing your hand to push at the one between her legs, murmuring a soft "No more."

You pulled away, sitting back to hold her eyes as you licked your hand, and sucked your fingers clean of her juices.

"Fuck" she groaned and pulled you down for a slow contented kiss, humming as she tasted herself on your lips.

You fell next to Natasha, turning on your side and tracing her collarbone with your fingertips. The assassin scooted closer to you with a frown and tugged at your shirt.

"Off" She whined, grunting as she tried to pull your shirt up without moving too much.

You laughed, placating her with a kiss before sitting up and pleeling the shirt off your body. You tossed your shirt on the ground and quickly removed all remaining clothing before settling in next to Natasha again with a soft sigh.

Natasha turned on her side to pull you closer, groaning as she shifted with a quiet "Ow."

You immediately sat up again looking her over.

"Shit. Baby, I gotta make sure you didn't pop a stitch." You mumbled, pulling at Natasha's bandages.

"I'm fine, it can wait." Was all she said as she stilled your hands with her own and you huffed quietly.

"At least let me clean you up a little, you're all sweaty and the bandages are loose anyway."

Natasha grumbled and nodded subtly and you rewrapped her injury as quickly as you could after checking that none of the stitching had come undone.

You slid back into bed and let Natasha get comfortable before you laid halfway on top of her, pressing your head to her chest as both of her hands weaved into your hair, stroking through it soothingly.

You hummed contently and pressed a kiss to her collarbone, making a mental note to thank Wanda the next time you saw her as you slowly drifted off to sleep to the sound of Natasha humming a lullaby as she carded her fingers through your hair.

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stuckymonkey · 8 months

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Ride

Natasha Romanoff

Pairing - nat x agent!reader

Summary - y/n has a special mission...seduce nat. she learns about what gets the gorgeous redhead to tick, eventually winning her over with a fun ride...

Warnings - implications of sexy times, flirting, reader is female, use of y/n

Word count - 1.5k

a/n - this is a ship I am hoping to write about more! this idea came to me and it was just too hot not to write

masterlist natasha romanoff

She was gorgeous. And completely off limits. Natasha Romanoff. She sat on one of the couches adjacent to mine during another team movie night. Sam had chosen a rom com, again. She laughed at one of the scenes, throwing popcorn in her mouth after. Natasha was so adorable in her pink pajama shorts that I wanted to feel so bad.

I've been on the team for just over a year, working privately before that as a Shield agent and one of Fury's few favourite and trusted people. I was born and trained in Europe before moving to NYC for school. That's when I was recruited by Fury and Stark to join the Avengers. I had quickly made friends with Steve, Bucky and Sam.

Natasha and Wanda soon became my friends as well, although while Wanda had become my friend instantly, Nat took more time to warm up to me. But when she did, oh man, it was amazing. She laughed with her whole body when she felt comfortable, and she talked freely around those she could trust. I was honoured when I became one of those people.

After tonight's movie night, we'll have a short mission tomorrow consisting of Steve, Bucky, Sam, Nat and me. As the movie ended I watched the redhead get up and bring her blanket back with her to her room. I helped Sam clean up a bit before heading to my own room, passing Natasha's on the way.

I stopped and knocked gently, surprised when I heard a clear "Come in," from one of my favourite voices. "Hey," I smiled. "Hey," she said, smiling back. "I just wanted to say I hope you have a good sleep before our mission tomorrow." I said. "Aw, thanks y/n/n. You too." Her soft smile reached her eyes, making her cheeks plumper than usual. "Thanks,"

With that, I headed to my bed, happy at being able to hear her voice and see her face as one of the last things before I fell into a deep sleep.

I sped past Steve and Bucky who were acting as lookouts, heading towards the abandoned hydra base where I would be meeting Sam. The motorcycle sped under me as I raced towards the checkpoint.

Nat was in the jet, giving us navigation directions. She successfully got us through the unguarded hallways and into the necessary room to gather intel for the usb drive in my pocket. It was a quick in and out after getting the needed information about a new HYDRA weapon. "Good?" Sam asked, standing behind me to watch the door. Even though this place was mostly empty, you never knew when it came to these idiots.

"Good." I replied. I pulled the drive out of the device, putting it back in my pocket. "We can go now," I said, following Sam out of the room. "Perfect. You'll ride back, and I'll fly?" He asked. "Sounds good to me," I said, flashing him a smile before straddling my bike as he flew off back to the jet.

When I passed Steve and Bucky's spot, they were already gone, probably headed to the jet. As I got closer I saw everyone standing out side of the jet's ramp. I drove straight past them, up the ramp and on to the jet.

I walked back down the jet to meet up with the other team members. Nat's gaze was fixed on me. "Hi," I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and bit on it. Her eyes darkened and she swallowed, "H-hi." she blinked quickly as if to make sure what she was seeing was real. I usually fought in a regular tactical suit. Seeing me in a low cut red crop top and black leather jacket with ripped black jeans must have thrown her off.

"Might want to close your mouth, Natty, the drool's gonna slip out." I sassed, giving her the most seductive look I could. See, Nat could seduce anyone easily. Especially because they were already probably seduced before she even showed them any attention. So to seduce Nat was quite a bit harder, but I wanted her. And I wanted her bad.

After working with Natasha for several months, I knew just how to make her flustered: act confident, use your eyes and your mouth. So far, it was working. I could see a blush creep up her neck and just barely reach her cheeks. She turned her head away to avoid my gaze.

She followed everyone else onto the jet, I sat near her. I slowly took my jacket off and put it on my lap, sighing in content as I did so. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her head whip around to meet my body, letting her heavy gaze rest on me.

Real subtle Nat, I thought. By the time the jet landed, Nat rushed off and probably back to her room. Now I was kind of scared that I had made her uncomfortable. Most of the team knew about my crush on her, and I received a questioning glance from Wanda. Not knowing what else to do, I just offered a shrug in return before heading back to my room.

I had an excellent plan: shower, get changed, order takeout, bring said takeout to Natasha's room and see what was going on. I twisted the knob to my door, startled at seeing the redhead perched on the end of my bed. "Nat?!"I asked. "Hi," she replied shyly. "Hey, um, what are you doing here?" I asked. She shrugged but her eyes never left mine.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable today, I thought you were checking me out, but maybe I misread it! Anyways, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, so if I did I am so so sorry, and if you want we never have to speak of this ever again." I watched her for a reaction, the only thing I noticed was her eyes that were practically undressing my breasts, still covered in the red low cut crop top.

Slowly she got up from my bed and came to stand in front of me. Both of our hearts were beating out of our chests. I looked from her eyes, to her lips and back again. "Kiss me," she whispered. "Please."

"I always thought you would be the confident one in the bedroom," I commented, earning a light slap to my arm. "Just kiss me." she said. I gently cupped her neck with both of my hands, bringing her lips closer to mine, gently brushing them over my own. She grabbed onto my waist and pulled me closer, jamming her mouth onto mine.

I moaned at the feeling, moving my hands to thread through her red hair. "Nat," I moaned again as she licked my lower lip, slowly, teasingly. "Hm?" she started walking backwards toward my bed. I didn't know we reached it until she fell back, me landing on top of her.

We both erupted into giggles and went back to lazily making out. She shed her jacket and I offered her some pj's so we could cuddle up and watch something together. "Oh! I forgot, I had this plan to get you takeout and bring it to your room, but you were already here so...would you like some takeout?" my tone was sheepish as I waited for her answer. ''Sure, sweetheart." "Okay, Chinese sound good?" I beamed. "Perfect."

Her lips landed softly on mine once more, letting me put our order in as she got changed in my bathroom. She came back and joined me on my bed, snuggling in under the covers and searching for my TV remote. I watched her as she pulled her lip into her mouth, focusing on finding something to watch.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses and gentle touches. Eventually the movie ended and Nat stayed the night, falling asleep under warm covers with her head on my chest and my arms circled around her waist.

I couldn't wait to wake up with the redheaded woman of my dreams, and kiss her good morning. Except this wasn't a dream, this was real and I was beyond thankful for it.

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romanoffscottage · 2 years

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you don’t have to be sorry

a/n: so sorry I was gone for so long, but I’m back!

warnings: black widow spoilers

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: after the events of black widow, natasha comes home to you feeling guilty for leaving her family when she was younger (based on matilda by harry styles)

words: 808 | natasha x reader masterlist | navigation post

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated and welcomed <3

Natasha was the strongest person you have ever known, so when she went off the grid, you know she was safe. Months passed with no word from Nat, but you knew, she was going to be okay. You knew she would reach out when it was safe. Most people thought you were crazy for having such faith, but they didn't know Nat like you did. No one could kill her unless she let them.

When Nat finally reached out to you, it was not how you imagined. You imagined a cryptic set of coordinates you were supposed to meet her at. You imagined meeting her at one of her hundreds of safe houses. You did not imagine her just showing up at your front door.

“Natasha?” She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. The redhead didn’t give you an answer, she just wrapped her arms around you tightly. “Nat?” You said again, trying to see if she was okay. She muttered a barely audible “hi” back to you.

You carefully lead Nat into the house and sat her on the couch, “Do you want to go freshen up, or do you want to talk first?” You knew giving her choices always helped her. The redhead didn't answer, she only looked to the staircase, which you knew was an indication that she wanted to take a moment to freshen up first.

You carried Nat upstairs and gave her some privacy and all the time she needed to get herself situated. In the meantime, you took it upon yourself to grab some blankets, water, Nat’s favorite snacks, and light Nat’s favorite candle in the bedroom.

Forty-five minutes later Nat reappeared in the doorway of your bedroom. “Feel any better?”

“A little,” she responded, still looking very shaken up, “I messed up.”

You patted the space in bed next to you, “What are you talking about?” Nat crawled in next to you as you pulled her in close, “I didn’t actually kill Dreykov all those years ago, or his daughter.” Nat had told you the story of what happened in Budapest a few years ago, you knew how much that haunted her to this day. “Wait what? I don’t-”

“Me either, but he’s dead now and Antonia is safe now,” Natasha responded on the verge of tears. “Nat I’m so sorry you had to-”

“The red room wasn’t gone all this time, there wer- are thousands of girls that were under his control, Y/N they were completely mind controlled by him, because of me.”

“Woah woah woah, why is this your fault?”

“When I got out, when I defected, he made it harder for anyone to ever do that again.”

“How do you even-” Nat cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “I found Yelena.” You had heard endless stories about Yelena and Ohio and Nat’s “family.”

“Yelena was under his control this entire time, so was Antonia. I can’t believe I didn’t look for her.”

“You thought she wanted nothing to do with you love…” You said trying to get her to stop blaming herself. “I should have stayed, I shouldn’t have left her, I-”

“Nat you don’t have to be sorry for doing what you had to do to survive.” Natasha looked at you with tears spilling out of her eyes, “But I left her, I left everyone.”

“But that wasn’t your intention, you thought the red room was gone. You thought Yelena was mad at you. You thought she didn’t want to see you, so you respected her space.” Natasha immediately curled into and sobbed.

“I saw Melina and Alexi too,” she said inbetween her sobs. You knew that Nat had a complicated relationship with them, she never viewed them as her “parents” because she knew Ohio was fake the whole time. “Y/N I feel guilty, Yelean said that Ohio was the best years of her life and that we lied to her about it, and we did lie, I lied, I-”

“Natasha you were eleven years old, you were trying to protect her, you were just a kid.”

“Yeah but I grew up and I left her behind. I left all of them and I-”

“You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.” Natasha looked up at you with a look on her face that you have never seen before. “Thank you.”

You didn’t know it, but Natasha always felt like she needed permission to leave her past behind her. To move on. To be free. You showed her that moving on is okay. That moving on is good. The past is scary and so is the future. But you showed her that she can live in the moment. That she cdoesnt have to worry about what was and what will be. She was free to just be.

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chaotictasha · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #72

Y/n: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes.

Nat: * pissed * I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.

Y/n: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

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leocancertaurus · 2 years

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Welcome Home

wc: ~1.6k

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

a/n: love this family and all their drama tbh so i just wanted to revisit them w this side-shot. here’s natasha making everything better...

cw: a lil fluff, a lil angst, screaming children

Natasha had been away on a mission for the past month. The toll that that was taking on your daughters became more evident with each passing day. Kali started co-sleeping with you again. She had been uncharacteristically clingy as of late, occasionally finding comfort in being near and even that didn’t last too long. Zara was misdirecting her emotions into misbehaving and her temper had been nonexistent. You’ve been trying your best to avoid her wrath, to say the very least. A gremlin in a small child’s body was one thing you didn’t have in you to overcome at the moment. You were all very near your breaking points.

You couldn’t remember when the last time was that you got a full nights sleep or even eaten a substantial meal. Your top priority was soothing your girls. But, nothing was working and so you find yourself at a stand still.

It’s about midday. Kali had been crying for the last half hour and Zara was becoming more irritable by the minute at the sounds of her screams. You’d been rocking Kali in your arms in hopes of calming her down but, she just wouldn’t stop.

“Kali, shut up!” Zara groans.

“Z…” You firmly speak with a warning glare.

“I mean, be quiet!” she corrects.

“Be nice to your sister.”

“But she’s yelling so loud Mommy!” your 5 year old whines.

“I know baby but she’s upset and this is the only way she knows how to express it right now. Okay? We just need to be patient with her.”

Zara groans and dramatically slides her body down the front of the couch. Dear God.

“I want Mama!” Zara huffs from the floor.

“I think we all want your Mama, love,” you mumble as you take a seat on the couch near where Zara lies hoping to offer her some comfort as well.

“Is she ever coming back?” she groans even more dramatically before. Maybe we should put her in acting classes, you think.

“She always comes back. She always will. Again, patience.” Kali’s wails have finally subsided but, she’s still blubbering and trying to get catch her breath while having her face buried in your neck and a fistful of your shirt in her hand.

“I want her to hurry up. I don’t want you anymore!” She crosses her arms. She’d never said anything like this to you before. Naturally, you’re stunned. You stared back at her thinking of a response, failing to notice the click at the front door. You open your mouth to speak but, Zara wasn’t finished with you just yet, “You’re the worst! I hate you!”

“Zara Yelena Romanoff!” You hear your wife’s voice cut through the chaos for the first time in weeks. Under any other circumstances, her voice would bring you indescribable comfort but, right now you just felt like crying. Kali turns her head to look at your wife but maintains her death grip on you. Zara gasps at being caught and sits up from her position on the floor. “Is that how we talk to Mommy?” Zara gazes down and shakes her had from side to side. “I want you to go to your room until you’ve calmed down and thought about what you’ve done. Do you understand?” Zara responds with a nod.

“I need you to use your words.”

“Yes mama.”

“Go.” Natasha stands firm as she watches Zara cross the living room to make her way up the stairs. Only when she’s out of sight does Natasha close the front door and turn her attention back to you and Kali. She approaches and kneels in front of you.

Natasha knew you like the back of her hand. It was almost instinctual for her to know what you needed. You couldn’t quite make eye contact with her yet, as you processed everything that just happened. She still assessed the bags under your eyes and the tears forming within them. She notices your tear soaked t-shirt and the toddler holding onto it for dear life. She couldn’t miss the fact that you were bouncing your leg trying to self-soothe. It was abundantly clear that she needed to intervene.

She places a gentle hand on Kali’s back, “Hey Bubs. What’s the matter?” She speaks in the cutest voice reserved just for the toddler. She gives the child a sympathetic pout as she puts her hands out allowing Kali to practically leap into her arms. “Oh my poor baby,” she stands up to wipe the tears from Kali’s cheeks with her hands and places a number of kisses on them, immediately calming the child down. How she did in minutes what you couldn’t manage to do in weeks, you’ll never understand.

She then looks down at you. Your head drooped as you anxiously played with your fingers.

Of course, having your child say that they hated you would be hurtful to anyone but, Natasha saw how far past above and beyond you went for your children. You were patient, you were gentle, you did all of the little things to give them a childhood that she could only ever dream of. She knew that what Zara said hurt you to your core. She needed to fix it.

Natasha gently grasps your chin, lifting your head up in order to meet her gaze. She caresses your chin with her thumb. As she scans your face she realizes just how hard you’re trying to hold it together.

“What did I just walk into?” She nearly whispers. You let out a wet, laugh at the question.

“Its been a very long month.”

She sits next you on the couch, getting Kali comfortable and then pulling you into her side. She places a number of firm kisses to your crown. “I’m terrified to see what she’s like as a teenager.”

“Tell me about it”, you chuckle wiping your tears. The three of you rest in silence for a short while. Finally, you’re able to feel the tension begin to roll off of your body in waves. Natasha’s mere presence brought a level of comfort that you’d never find anywhere else. “But really, she’s just been having a hard time. She really missed you. We all did.”

“I understand but, that’s not an excuse for her to speak to you that way.”

“No it’s not but-” You search for the words.

“But what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she has a point. I must be doing something wrong for her to feel that way. I couldn’t make any of this better when it’s my job to.” Tears spring into your eyes again as you play with Kali’s curls, observing her drift off to sleep, mellowed by the rise and fall of Natasha’s chest.

“Y/n, no. Absolutely not.”

“What?” you ask unsure of where the sudden frustration is coming from.

“You are the best mother. I refuse to listen to you doubt how good you are at this. I know for a fact that you did everything you know how, and flawlessly. She’s not always going to be happy with you, for one. For two, this is clearly on me and you shouldn’t be getting the backlash from my not being around.”

“Can you take some time off please? I don’t think we can handle you leaving again any time soon?”

Natasha sighs. You know exactly what’s coming, “Y/n, I-”

You hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you heart breaks seeing the tears in Zara’s eyes. She approaches you all on the couch.

“Mommy?” She speaks in the tiniest voice causing you to melt.

“Yes baby?”

“I’m sorry I told you I hated you. And told Kali to shut up. And for pouring my milk on the floor,” she rushes out just wanting to make it all better.

“She what?” Natasha breathed, only loud enough for you to hear making you gently swat her leg.

You gesture for Zara to come join the rest of you on the couch. She wiggles in between you and Natasha.

“Thank you for apologizing baby. But we need to remember what we talked about when you’re having big feeling, right?,” the child nods.

“And what’s that,” you encourage.

“To take a deep breath first when I’m frustrated and tell you what I feel,” she gives you the biggest, brownest puppy dog eyes and wraps her arms around you to squeeze you tight. “I don’t hate you Mommy. I love you. You’re the best mommy ever.”

“Aw thank you. You’re the best baby ever.”

“I’m not a baby Mommy!

“But, you’re my baby!” She giggles as you pinch her cheeks and kiss her nose. She then looks up at Natasha with the same look. The exact look that could get her to do absolutely anything.

“Hi.” Natasha smirks at the child.

“Are you mad at me?”

She shakes her head no. “I’m not but, I’m very disappointed. Because you know better than that right?” She quirks a brow and Zara responds with a nod. Natasha feigns an angry face but it slightly smiling when she says, “Don’t let it happen again. Or Mommy and I are gonna be very very sad.”

“I don’t want you to be sad!”

“Then you’ll behave?”

“Yes Mama! I have to apologize to my sister too. I was mean to her and that’s not fair.”

“I’m proud of you for realizing what you could’ve done differently, Z.” You try to ease her anxiety a bit.

You and Natasha share a small smile at finally having some sense of normalcy again.

“Welcome home, my love.”

“Thanks for the warm welcome,” she chuckles pulling all of you just a little closer. “I missed you all so much.” Finally, some peace and quiet.

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Sticky situations 18+

Ex!Natasha Romanoff x Crazy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: G!p Natasha, Dub-con, guns, blow jobs, overstim, begging, love bites.

A/n: Not proofread, sorry, but enjoy <3.

Natasha groaned, slowly coming to and regaining her senses. Her body stung all over, especially her neck, arms, and ankles. The sensation of wetness covered her neck; a weight sat on her lap. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all, to recall the seconds before she awoke from what felt like a deep, deep sleep. Only moments ago, she was on a mission; now she was so confused. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in her surroundings cautiously. She looked down and saw you. Her ex-girlfriend.

Straddled on her lap, passionately marking up her neck like a tally in game, each mark was a mark of possession. Seeing you, her brain finally made the connection of the strange feeling on her neck. She groaned. She didn't even have to look know that you've made her whole neck a mess. Trying to pull away, you looked up at the sudden moment. "Natty, baby, Hi," you said sweetly, wiping the slobber around your mouth. "Mh." She grunted, You moved to kiss her pretty lips, but she pulled away.

"Y/n what the fuck!?" She said, trying to pull her arms up but all she was met with is tightness and resistance. Her arms and legs were tied. She looked up at you. "What are you trying to do?" The redhead barked at you. "Natty, please, I really need you. I'm needy and horny and I miss you." You whine to her.

"Not my problem." Natasha hissed. "But it is, I'm your sweet girl, after all? Like you said, I am and always will be." Your hand coming up to hold her soft cheek.

Natasha spat on your gentle face, her saliva landing right on your cheek and sidling down. Natasha watched as you wipped it up and lick it straight off your fingers and giggled. "Mhhh, spitting? wanna spit in my mouth next?"

"Oh fuck off y/n, get off me!" She said squirming unneath you. "Natty, baby, why are you resisting your girlfriend?" You pouted at her getting upset. "You're not my girlfriend anymore! For fuck sakes Y/n how times do I have tell, stop calling me! Stop texting me! Stop showing up everywhere -"

You covered her precious mouth, the barrel of a gun pressing firmly stomach. "Natasha, we're together," You took a deep breath, eyes holding strong emotions staring deep into her eyes, your grip tightening on her beautiful mouth, "We didn't break up!" You shouted. "Yes, we did!" Her protest coming out muffled. "You crazy bitch!"

"I will fucking shoot you!" You screamed getting, upset. "Straight in the stomach and you can bleed out alone and fuck off into hell." You yelled, the sound of you stressed voice echoing through the empty warehouse. She didn't flinch, but it shut her up. Natasha knew there was no way out, no matter what she did. You would find her, how the fuck can such a small girl find a highly skilled spy so easily? She tried so hard, but you were just everywhere, even in her dreams, haunting her, begging her for her to come back, sobbing screaming. You were obsessed, digustingly, and deep-seatedly in love. She was bound to you.

"Natasha." You said, looking into her pricing eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, baby, you just know how i get when it comes to you." You kissed her forehead. She didn't look impressed at all. You removed your hand from her mouth. You waited for an answer, expecting her to forgive you immediately like she usually did. But nothing, just a cold stare. Your lips pressed together, waiting.

"I think you've forgot how much I need you, how much I love you." Your hands trail down her suit. "Mabye, I have to remind you." Natasha's body stiffened as you started touching her your hands trailing down, but she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist your advances. "Don't you dare touch me."

You grabbed Natashas dick squeezing it from outside the suit. "Baby, don't you like when I do this?" You squeezed and rubbed her clothed cock. Natashas jaw tightened as you touched her cock, little groans escape her mouth at the sensation of your manicured hands squeezing and adding pressure, it gree harder and harder. "Y/n." Natasha said.

"Yes natty?" You chimed.

"Get off." You ingored her, slipping out a pocket knife out her weapon belt. You cut and sliced through her suit and boxers. Her body shivered with arousal as her thick, long cock sprang free from its confines, pre cum splattering on her stomach. It was so hard, so needy it needed to be dealt with immediately. "Mhh, baby, I miss you." You whispered, kissing her cheek. "Y/n." She whimpered, your soft hand wrapped around her cock, it was hot, throbbing.

She will admit, she did miss everything about you, she regretted leaving. She missed her old amazing sex life, not her current one, which was filled with so many different sex toys. She refused to let other people touch her in a sexual manner. It felt wrong. It felt like she was betraying you.

You got off her lap, settling in between her strong legs. You kissed her cock, rubbing your face all over her veiny shaft. "See im still your good girl."

Her breathing becomes heavy as she watches you on your knees. She bites her lip and starts to respond to your teasing. "Fuck you. don't do that."

You kissed her senstive pink tip. Her body shudders as she feels your lips against her cock. She gasps loudly, her back arching off the chair slightly. Despite her resistance, her hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face. "Don't. don't."

"Baby, just admit you want a blow job." You teased her. "I don't. I can't." Her words are punctuated by moans as she tries to resist the pleasure but fails miserably. Her hips continue to grind against your face, her cock leaking pre-cum onto your lips. You stared up at her, kitten licking her tip. "Beg, baby."

"Please, don't..." She whimpers out the word, her body shaking with desire. Despite herself, she can't help but push her hips forward slightly, offering more of her cock to your mouth. "I- I want you to suck me off... please."

"That's it, baby." You took her throbbing cock into her mouth. Your voice comes out muffled. "Come on, move, you always told me to work for it." You smirked. Natasha's eyes close as she feels your mouth close around her cock. She tries to pull away, but the sensation is too much for her to resist. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against your face as you tease her by not moving. "Baby,please, please, suck it." She begged. You didn't bugged. "I'm begging you!" Natasha cries out, her voice strained with desire. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking the release she craves. "Please need you to suck my cock."

"Please, fuck" Natasha body trembles with need as she continues to beg, her voice filled with desperation. Her cock throbs against your lips, leaking pre-cum onto your tongue. "I'll do anything. Just suck me off."

You shook head no. "Please!" Her Protest turns into a moan of frustration as she feels herself on the edge of orgasm without release. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her cock against your mouth, pleading for you to take her. "Please." After awhile wildly thrusting her thick cock into your warm mouth, her moans fill the room as her body shudders with ecstasy, her hips bucking violently against your face. Cum pours into your mouth, sweet and salty on your tongue. She pants and groans as she does a few extra hard thrusts. You look at your girlfriend, eyes screwing shut in pleasure forehead dripping with sweat. You started sucking her off. "O-oh..." Her eyes flutter open, surprised by the sudden change in sensation. Despite her initial resistance, she can't help but whimper as you start sucking on her sensitive, still hard cock, your pretty lips wrapping around her dick. "Holy shit." She bites her lip to keep from screaming out as she feels your hot mouth engulfing her entire massive cock. Her fingers dig into the chaie holding tight as she loses control to the pleasure you've unleashed. "Fuck."

Your head bopped up and down fast, gagging noise echoing as you deepthroated so her into your tight throat. Tears ran down your precious face, making her down wild, your mascara running down you rosy cheeks. Gripped her thighs, letting her fuck you face, her hips wildly thrusting, stomach tightening.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Natasha's words become incoherent, babbling about how good it was, as she approaches her second orgasm. Natasha looked like she was going insane, body lifting of the chair, only to be met with restraints her loud whinpers and moans of pleasure, toes curling in her heavy combat boots, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, she panted like a dog in heat. It was sloppy and wet, cum and slavia dripping down your chin and all down her thighs.

Natasha's orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling as she releases all of her pent-up tension into your mouth. Her cock twitches and spurts, filling your throat with warm cum. You swallowed it like a good girl, not wasting a drop.

"Fuck, y/n." She whimpered. You let go off her soaked cock with loud pop. You came up and sat on her lap, getting the knife, and and cutting her restraints. You hugged her tightly. "See, I said you needed reminding."

"Yes, baby." She kissed your cheek, hugging you back.

"Natty." Your voice broke. "Mh, baby?" She mutter. "Please don't go again," she pulled away to look into your eyes, filled with vulnerability and weakness. Without her, you were lost, nothing, you need to be guided by her, only her.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, so so so sorry." She voiced love. "I won't ever again, promise." You kissed her deeply. She could tasted herself on your tongue.

"You are my good girl, forever." she smirked. You smiled down at her.

"I love you natty, so much," you said.

"Love you way more." She kissed you again, wrapping her arms tight around you.

She did, and she was sorry, so very sorry for hurting you, she promise to make it up to you. She would do anything for you, anything.

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v3nusxsky · 9 months

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Hi! Could you do a CG Natasha/Little!reader? Where the reader has abandonment issues, and severe separation anxiety ( due to basically being passed around the foster care system) and she breakes a cup on accident ( or breakes something) and panics because she thinks her momma will be mad and leave her and fluff/comfort happens?

Love bug

*Authors note~ Mars failing her driving exam with silly mistakes equals an Agere fic so I hope you all enjoy*

Trigger Warnings~ little r cg momma nat mentions of Wanda (aunt) hinted at foster care rough childhood and abuse

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

You were okay before she left, you managed to kiss her goodbye and totally didn't cry. Well you did but after she left. It was silly really, she'd be gone twelve hours maximum, the mission so low risk she'd be doing a duo rather than a whole team. Without you. Of course you worry for her, as she does for you, but for some reason this mission was hitting you hard. Perhaps it was the fact it was last minute or maybe you'd just been pretty sensitive today. But either way Natasha had asked Wanda if she'd keep an eye on you today. It made things easier for you to have someone around when Nat couldn't be there.

Natasha left about ten in the morning and you weren't expecting her to be there till ten at night, so of course you cried yourself to sleep for a nap. Your hope was that it would take up most the time but in fact you only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You'd woken up feeling rather small, not really understanding you'd regressed or why you'd done so. But the list that you'd made yourself to keep yourself busy and fully distracted from your lover's absence was forgotten.

Without the mental capacity to even consider doing all your adult you tasks you just rolled over and snuggled into your Mama's pillow, nuzzling into her scent hoping to convince yourself she was truly right her. It did nothing but make you miss her more now. Crying was your only reaction to this and that's how Wanda found you when an hour later. Eyes now puffy and red as you sobbed for your Mama. "Oh darling, are we a little one?" Wanda murmured gaining your attention and receiving a small nod and whimper of "Auntie Wan" accompanied but sniffed and whimpers."I'm here lovely, what can Auntie Wanda do for you?"

"Wan Mama" you whimpered, pouting at the mind reading witch. "Oh I know my darling girl, remember Auntie Wands can read your mind?" Her attempt to get you off of seeking out Natasha seemed to work for now, you gasped as if you didn't already know this information. That was how Wanda was stopped showing you call little tricks with her magic that had you amazed and mesmerised on her rather than who wasn't here. With the promise of more tricks with her magic she managed to convince you to come and settle down with the team. They loved when you regressed and your little state loved them just as much.

You spent hours with the team, even eating a little as auntie Wanda made sure Bucky and Thor were unsuccessful in their attempts to try and "steal" your food of your plate. You giggled every time the tried and wands would remove their hands with magic. Tony filled your mind of all these cool toys he could design for you and all the gadgets he could make for his favourite little Avenger. You didn't know you were the only little Avenger and you most certainly didn't know that your Mama and Auntie Wanda would string Tony up the second they thought you'd be in any danger.

Natasha was due back in an hour and a half now. The team watching all the movies your little headspace loves to watch, in fact you'd began with 101 Dalmatian's so it only made sense you'd watch 102 and 103 Dalmatian's. In fact on the third film Wanda decided everyone should have a warm drink to settle themselves for bed. Really it was so you didn't feel alone when she asked you to have your night time drink. Your headspace meant you were willing to drink from a cup with some support so Wanda happily helped you drink. But one time you got brave, curiosity running through your mind as you attempted to be a big girl and make your Mama proud. But the crash of the mug smashing on the ground startled everyone, your warm drink spilling everywhere amongst the shattered mug. Immediately, you began to attempt to clean the mug, not realising in your little state you could hurt yourself, and mumbled "Im sorry! I'm so sorry! Mama gone be mad me I sworry wan no tells Mama on mes? I fix I fix it please no want mana leave."

Bucky attempted to come near you only causing you to shrink further into the mess and cry a plea of forgiveness and that you'd fix it. You didn't want to hurt again. You wanted to make sure your Mama didn't hate you, that she would stay with you and that she still loved you. All these people were wrong, and that made you mad. You wanted your Mama and the fact they wouldn't get her caused a meltdown.

Wanda quickly became the gravity for you, ushering the men away from the room and immediately scooping your crying form off the floor and using her magic to clean the mess. "Hushhhh little one, it's okay it's all clean. All gone. No one is mad. Your Natty is still gonna love her precious girl I promise" Wanda soothed as you sobbed into her shoulder hiccuping through them. "Shh little one. I'm here aren't I? Did I go?" Causing you to shake your head, "want Mama."

"Did I hear my Lovebug wants her Mama?" Natasha's voice rang through the compound causing you to stifle a sob and gasp clinging to Wanda. Although you wanted Nat more than life itself but the fear of her getting mad at you for the mug and leaving you alone. "I'm sorry no let hurt me. I'm sorry mama I no mean do it I try fix" you whimpered showing your hands that Wanda had magic bandaids on for you. "Oh my little Lovebug, Mama isn't mad I promise. I'm here baby I promise and so is Wands here. She took care of you for me huh?" You nodded and pointed to the television where the white spotted dogs were. "Ah I see you had doggies on huh? You must be super tired love bug. I think it's time my lovely girl gets some rest with me. Wanna cuddle my baby while we sleep" she whispered kissing your head as Wanda helped guide you into Natasha's arms. From there you'd have a few more meltdowns before drifting off to sleep with your head buried into her neck.

Word count~ 1178

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - You do anything shes says for a mutual benefit...

18+ : smut; humiliation kink, public humiliation, dom!natasha, degradation, belittling, service and forced silence?, sub!reader, boot worship, strap use (r!receiving), spitting, slapping, marking, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, daddy kink, fingering (r!receiving), praise

Word Count - 3357

A/N - um, idk where this came from, i am a whore with thots okay

You knew what kind of day was in store for you as soon as you woke up and Natasha stopped you from getting dressed.

“No. You’re coming to breakfast dressed like that.” She spoke as her hungry gaze wandered over your body.

You sighed at the instruction before following her out to where the others were already at the table, she knew this, making you late on purpose just so all eyes would be on you. And they were.

Luckily, what you wore to bed could have been a lot worse but Natasha’s fully dressed body next to yours was a stark contrast; you pulled at the tight fitting material of your t-shirt, very aware of the eyes on your body and your almost totally exposed legs.

She guided you to your seat with her hand on the back of your neck, pushing you down onto the chair when the back of your legs brushed against it before taking her seat beside you, not even looking at you as she joined the conversation that was already taking place.

You picked at the plate of food in front of you as your thighs squeezed together beneath the table just at the thought of what the rest of the day might be like and more specifically how it’ll end. She always was rather attentive after a day like this.

You were stuck in your head as you reached for your drink, knocking the glass slightly resulting in some of the juice spilling onto the table before you caught it to stand it upright again. It didn’t cause too much of a scene until Natasha’s head whipped around to look at you, glancing at the puddle beside the half empty glass and back at you.

“You’re so fucking clumsy.” She muttered and you sank back in your seat at the way she was looking at you. “You’re like a child. Do you need me to feed you too, if you’re so incapable of not making a mess?” She mocked.

“No.” You murmured with a shake of your head, your face beginning to heat up under her stare and at the looks of concern from everyone else.

“No? You don’t need a sippy cup?” She taunted you in a faux coo. “Actually, that’s a good idea.” She added before pushing her chair back behind her and walking over to the kitchen, coming back with a lidded cup you didn’t even know was in the compound.

“Nat, what are you-” Wanda started, stopping at the hand Natasha held up to quiet her.

“If she can’t drink without spilling it everywhere, this is what she needs.” She answered, making a show of pouring apple juice into the cup before pushing the lid on. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

You nodded in response as she pushed the cup towards you, looking on expectantly for you to take a sip. You did so reluctantly with your face on fire, holding onto the handles as you drank; everybody glanced at you awkwardly before Natasha urged them to continue the conversation.

Just as you went to grab your cutlery again she held her hand up in front of you with a shake of her head.

“Keep your hands under the table until I’m done and then I’ll help you.”

You did as she said, tapping your fingers against your thighs as she cleared her plate. She didn’t make you wait too long before she turned in her seat, grabbing your cutlery to cut the food up into pieces.

Glances were thrown towards the pair of you as she fed you forkfuls of your breakfast, watching you chew and swallow each mouthful as though you were incapable of feeding yourself - like a child. She even playfully made an aeroplane noise with one forkful and she smiled at the way you smiled at her with a shake of your head.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?” She teased you, wiping a crumb from the corner of your mouth with her thumb before puckering her lips at you. The other Avengers were shocked at the soft way you kissed her after the way she’d belittled you in front of them. “C’mon, you need to get dressed before we train.” She spoke, taking your hand and leading the way to your shared room.

—

The same evening you were looking at the outrageously revealing dress Natasha had picked for you for one of Tony’s parties, it clung to your body tightly and reached your mid thigh. The emerald green satin pulled over your curves, the swell of your breasts and your thighs, safe to say it left little to the imagination.

“You look perfect.” She muttered as she came up behind you in the mirror, resting her chin on your shoulder with a kiss to your neck. “Like the perfect little slut you are.”

The way she whispered against you sent shivers through your spine.

She let you pull a jacket over your body which surprised you, though you suspected there was a devious idea behind the act. You felt more comfortable with it covering your arms and chest slightly, less vulnerable and exposed.

Her arm wrapped around you possessively when you took your seat on one of the sofas with the others, greeting them with smiles when they paused the conversation to acknowledge your entrance. You fell into the conversation with them, nothing of importance, just recounts of missions and amusing stories being passed around.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you two didn’t have drinks.” Steve spoke, eyeing your empty hands compared to everyone else who cradled various cocktails. “I’ll go and get them, what would you like?”

“No, that’s okay.” Natasha responded. “Y/N will get them, won’t you?”

You nodded and went to stand up before Steve protested.

“It’s alright, I can get them I’m alrea-”

“Y/N will get them.” She cut him off sternly. “Go on.” She shooed you away with a wave of her hand, ignoring the looks she was receiving from the others before nonchalantly starting the conversation back up.

You sauntered up to the bar to ask for the drinks and you could feel a pair of eyes on you.

“Hey.” He spoke, an average dark haired man in a cheap looking suit. You don’t know who he is but you’re not going to give him the time of day, just throwing him a small smile as you tapped your fingers on the mahogany bar. “Let me buy you a drink.” He smiled.

“Pretty sure it’s an open bar.” You countered making him laugh.

“Yeah, I suppose it is. I’m George.” He introduced, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You returned, grasping his hand in yours with a smile which didn’t go unnoticed by a certain redhead across the room - her jaw clenched at the sight. “Oh, these are mine. I’ve gotta head back but it was nice meeting you.”

“You too.” He waved, wandering off with a sigh at the failed conquest.

When you approached with your drinks in hand, Natasha made sure to put her foot out suddenly making you stumble slightly. Some of the syrupy liquid sloshed over the side of the glasses onto the floor and Natasha laughed slightly at your misfortune.

“Such a clumsy fucking baby.” She muttered with a shake of her head, taking the drinks from you to put on the table in front of her.

“Sorry.”

“Nat, it’s not a big deal-” Wanda started but again was silenced by Natasha’s glare.

“Clean it up.” She pointed at the liquid near her feet, watching as you looked around for something to wipe it up with. Of course that guy she’d seen flirting with you came to the rescue, napkins in hand and a smile pulling at his lips.

“Y/N, here.” He smiled, handing them to you as you smiled back appreciatively before crouching down to clean it up. Natasha’s harsh gaze didn’t move from him as he watched you and she nudged you with her foot so you’d topple and fall onto your knees, the position she wanted you in.

“You can go now…”

“George.” He finished for her.

“Yeah, whatever. Leave now, George.” She demanded and she smirked at the way he scurried away with a blush.

“Uh oh, is someone jealous of Y/N/N being flirted with?” Bucky teased.

“Please. As if she’d settle for that.” She answered as you finished cleaning up. “It's no wonder he flirted with her, that’s what dressing like a slut does.”

Everyone looked at each other uncomfortably at that whilst your body tensed and heated up unbearably, your hands subconsciously pulled the jacket around you tighter at the feeling of being under the spotlight.

“Take your jacket off, babe.”

“Nat, I-”

“If you’re going to act like a slut, you can look like one too.” She interrupted with a smirk. “Now take it off.” She instructed with her hand held out to take it from you once you did. The dress was revealing, tight and showed a substantial amount of cleavage. It left you feeling exposed, skin heating up even more under awkward gazes but you loved the feeling. The way Natasha stared at you, nodding to the ground for you to take a seat, it lit something up inside of you.

Your new seat for the evening was on the floor beside her boot clad feet, legs stretched out ahead of you and your head leaning on her knee. She often stroked through your hair as she spoke, sometimes trailing her fingers down to pinch at any flesh she could reach just to leave imprints of her nails behind.

You occasionally joined in with the conversation, when Natasha urged you to answer with a nudge to your leg, you spoke when she gave you permission. The music continued playing and your head stayed resting on her knee until she stood up.

“Come on, come dance with me.” She spoke, pulling you up by your hand and leading you to the dance floor with hands roaming your body as she held you from behind.

She knew how embarrassed dancing like this made you feel, how PDA makes your skin burn in humiliation and awkwardness, so she held your back flush against her body with her hands stroking over your thighs. She moved your hips with hers to the beat of the music, trailing one of her hands up your body, brushing over your chest and the column of your throat before she held onto your face.

Her thumb pushed into your mouth as she lay your head back onto her shoulder, kissing over your neck, sucking and biting into the skin hard enough to leave a visible mark. Her other hand nudged at the hem of your dress, gradually inching it further upwards knowing she’d told you not to wear any underwear.

“Everyone can see how much of a whore you are.” She mumbled beside your ear, squeezing the flesh of your upper thigh, noticing the predatory glances being directed your way by some of the guests. “Bet you’re fucking soaking, hm?”

You nodded against her making her chuckle darkly.

“Of course you are. Fucking disgusting.” She uttered, pulling you round to face her with darkened emerald eyes, holding firmly onto your waist. “Why don’t you kiss me in front of all our friends, baby? Show them who you belong to.”

She’d made sure you were in their eyeline the whole time and now wasn’t any different as you did as she said, cupping her cheek in your hand to pull her face to yours. She was quick to take control of the kiss, pushing her tongue past your lips with the lingering taste of a gin martini and all the fervour you could imagine. The kiss was bruising, knees weak and you were soon rendered breathless.

She pulled you through the crowds, past the others without a parting glance, dragging you behind her all the way to your room until she had you pushed against the inside of it with her lips on yours again.

She pulled away and pushed at your shoulder, guiding you downwards onto your knees with your eyes trained on the floor as she expected of you. Her steel toed boot kicked your legs apart before pushing into your wet cunt.

“Go on.” She urged. “Show me how pathetically needy you are.”

Natasha intently watched the way you rocked yourself over her boot, gliding you clit over it desperately trying to please her. Just when you were climbing near the edge, she pulled it out from under you, laughing mockingly at the wet patch left behind.

“Clean that up.” She uttered through gritted teeth, pushing the toe of her boot into your lips. As she watched you lick it clean you heard the buckle of her jeans being toyed with and the zip of her trousers pulled down. Your tongue dragged over the leather where you crouched on your hands and knees, Natasha’s standing body looming over you.

When she decided you’d done enough she pulled you up onto your knees with her hand pulling at your hair until you were face to face with the strap she’d been wearing all day, waiting for this moment. She brushed the tip of it over your lips, roughly thrusting it into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. She kept it still, holding your chin between her thumb and finger to move your face to lock eyes with hers, looking up at her through your lashes with her cock between your lips.

Natasha guided the movement of your head, sliding the strap in and out of your mouth, smirking at the way she’d make you gag and the tears that formed in your eyes. She kept you there on your knees until your jaw began to ache and your mascara had smudged with the tears that dripped down your cheeks, she smiled at the sight, wiping them away with her thumbs and pulling out of your mouth with a string of saliva clinging to the length and your lips.

She nodded for you to follow her to the bed, pushing you onto your back when you reached it with her staring down at you. “It’s like you were made for me, doing everything I say. Just a toy for me to play with.” She muttered, exposing your lower half by pushing your dress up past your hips as your stomach twinged at her words. “That’s what you are, hm? Daddy’s fucktoy?”

“Yes, daddy. All yours.” You responded with a nod, sighing out when she suddenly pushed her strap into you, her feet planted into the ground and her hands on your bent knees pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Her hips snapped into you with harsh, calculated thrusts, hitting your sweet spot with perfect precision that had a moan tumbling from your mouth. She leant over your body to wrap her hand around your throat with a squeeze, nails digging into your skin whilst the air flow was restricted.

She teasingly slowed her strokes, smirking down at you as she made you feel every inch of her glide in and out of your pussy achingly slowly. Her nails dragged down your body until she slid her fingers through your slick, pulling away with shining fingertips, humming when she pushed them into her mouth.

When she leant over to kiss you she poked your mouth open first, spitting onto your tongue with your own taste sliding down your throat as you swallowed. Her teeth bit at your lip with her kiss, sloppy and eager along with the rhythm of her hips until she moved to stand again, speeding up once more with a slap to your thigh.

“You’re such a slut, so hungry for my cock.” She breathed, rubbing over your clit with her thumb in a way that pulled a choked moan from your lips and had your hands clawing at the sheets beside you. The assault on your clit was bordering on painful while it pulled you closer and closer to your release, washing over you with a whine and wave of pleasure through your body.

She pulled out of you to undress herself, motioning for you to do the same, not allowing you time to recover before she straddled your heated body and resumed her pace from before with her teeth pulling at your exposed nipple. She marked your chest whilst your nails dug into her back, scratching at the muscular flesh with the rough way she fucked you into the mattress.

“Fuck, Nat.” You stuttered out through heavy breaths whilst her teeth grazed over your collarbone with grunts of her own vibrating against you from how the strap bumped into her clit with each movement of her hips.

The room was filled with sounds of poorly muffled moans from you both and the lewd sound of your wet pussy as she filled you up, the way you clenched around her pulled her into you and just the sight of your parted lips and the feeling of you aimlessly grasping at her shoulder blades made her skin burn.

When you accidentally pulled at her hair you knew you’d fucked up, she had your arms pinned above your head within seconds and a slap against your cheek that brought tears to your eyes from the stinging of your skin. There were certain things off limits during times like this and that was one of them, of course she pulled your head back by your hair in response, biting at your exposed throat to leave a mark that’d be hard to hide tomorrow.

She was too close to her climax to punish you for it any further, instead settling on svelte fingers around your throat, feeling the way you moaned as you came again, body trembling as your back arched off the bed.

You whined pathetically when she carried on in search for her own release. “Don’t pout.” She laughed through stuttered breaths, looking down at your overstimulated self, light sheen of sweat coating your body and your lip caught between your teeth. “You wanna make daddy cum don't you?”

It didn’t take much more until her head was thrown back with a rasped groan, strong hands dug into your thighs leaving bruises behind that she’d admire lovingly tomorrow. You sighed at the empty feeling when Natasha pulled out of you, tossing the soaked strap aside to deal with later before she leant down to press gentle kisses down your torso.

Her lips ghosted over your thighs, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin where your arousal had coated them. She loved the taste of you, revelling in the sweetness while she cleaned you up. You gasped at the kiss she planted on your sensitive clit and the tongue she swiped through your folds before kissing her way back to your lips, rolling onto her side next to you.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” She cooed, kissing over your damp cheeks, softly stroking over your body with goosebumps making their appearance across your skin at the contact. “So perfect for me.”

You flinched when her finger pushed over your clit and through your folds, still swollen and sensitive; her fingers easily pushed into you with slow movements.

“It’s okay.” She murmured against your lips with a kiss. “Let me love you now, baby.” Her fingers pumped into you at a languid pace, thumb gently caressing your bud with the utmost care, a mirrored contrast to the rest of the day.

She let you hold onto her, hand tangled in the back of her hair whilst she kissed you, passionate and loving dance of her lips atop yours, curious swipe of her tongue at your lip which was invited to swirl with yours. The coil in your belly took barely any time to come undone and you moaned into her mouth whilst she smiled against you, feeling how much you soaked her fingers.

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do, Nat. I love you too.”

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