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wandasmistress · 1 year
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Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission
Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?
Word Count- 4k
A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)
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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.
Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha. 
When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.
What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story. 
You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd. 
She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace,  why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.
Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.
Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.
She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.
Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.
“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.
“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.
“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.
She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.
“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.
Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop. 
With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.
Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.
You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.
“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.
“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.
Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.
“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.
She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.
You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”
She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”
Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.
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You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.
Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.
You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.
As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.
“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.
Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”
You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.
Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.
“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”
Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.
“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.
There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap. 
In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.
You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.
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You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.
Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.
She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.
When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.
There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.
“I really missed this.”
You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”
She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face. 
“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.
The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing. 
A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.
No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.
Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.
You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off. 
Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green. 
Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.
You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure. 
Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time. 
This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.
It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.
You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.
She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.
In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.
“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.
After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.
It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.
Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out. 
Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched. 
Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.
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romanoffshouse · 7 months
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Y/N: Date of birth?
Natasha: December 3rd, 1984.
Y/N: Age?
Natasha: Can't you figure that out based on my date of birth?
Y/N: ....I'm a superhero, Natasha, not a mathematician.
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marieausparie · 3 days
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Nat: I need you
Y/n: Right now ? Okay alright ,how do you want me ? Right here ? Haven't done that one before, but theres a first time for everything right?
*Starts stripping *
Nat: actually i meant - forget it .You're right. I need you
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midastouch013 · 16 days
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Hickey Prank Backfire
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Summary: A hickey prank goes wrong
Warnings: Insecurities, Cheating (As a prank), Sad Nat, hurt/comfort.
Not Proofread, and also feel free to leave me requests for Nat, Wanda, Yelena and Kate. This won in the poll, and I'm writing the next per the vote results.
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It was 8 in the evening, and to say you were bored was an understatement, your job had finished earlier than usual, and with the fact that you'd already done everything you could think off, you sat on your phone mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, when a particular one caught you.
It was a hickey prank, what's the worst thing that could happen, right?
So there you sat, watching The Suits, as you waited for your redheaded girlfriend to come home.
When Natasha finally arrived, her eyes lit up at the sight of you, and she hugged you warmly. "Missed me?" she teased, a genuine smile playing on her lips.
"You have no idea"
The evening started on a cheerful note with her mission having gone well and no one being hurt. Laughter filled the apartment as she laughed at you clumsiness, her voice making you smile too, and you relished the moments spent with Natasha.
As the night progressed, Natasha's playful demeanor shifted, her eyes seeming to darken, and innocent banter morphing into one of dirty ones, as Natasha's touches grew more lingering.
"Is that so?" Natasha whispered, her voice dropping to a low, husky tone, her fingers tracing a path up your arm. A shiver ran down your spine, and you felt the atmosphere growing heated.
"Mhmm"
The redhead moved to sit on your lap, start to leaving love bites on your neck, when she suddenly pulled away, getting of your lap
"What happened?" you asked worriedly. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at Natasha, genuinely unaware of what was wrong, forgetting about the prank you had planned earlier.
Natasha's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on your neck. "This," she pointed, her voice steady but tinged with a mix of frustration and hurt.
You instinctively touched your neck, trying to figure out what had caught her attention, when you remembered your prank, and decided to keep on with the act for the fun of it. "Oh, that? Must be a scratch or something. I didn't notice."
The room fell into an uneasy silence as Natasha continued to scrutinize you. Her disappointment and disbelief were palpable, and you struggled to maintain the façade of obliviousness.
"A scratch?" Natasha's tone carried a note of skepticism. "Y/N, I may not have been here for a few days, but I know my way around your neck pretty well."
You blinked. "Maybe I scratched myself and forgot about it. It happens."
Natasha's eyes bore into yours, and you could sense her frustration growing. The air thickened with tension as the truth hung in the balance, a delicate dance of deception and realization.
"You're lying, that's not a scratch"
The room felt smaller, the once-cheerful atmosphere replaced by an uncomfortable silence. You tried to read Natasha's expression, but the hurt in her eyes was unmistakable. The line between prank and betrayal had blurred, and you could see it was going overboard, when you noticed her subtly lean away.
You cracked, finally admitting "It's just a prank Nat, See" you rubbed the mark away"
"A prank?" Her tone turned colder, disappointment creeping into her eyes. "You thought it would be funny to pretend you've been with someone else?"
" It was meant to be a p-"
Natasha cut you off, her disappointment palpable. "This isn't a prank, Y/N. Trust is not something to be taken lightly."
Natasha's expression softened, and not in a good way, the hurt still lingered. "Trust is everything to me, Y/N. I don't appreciate jokes about betraying that trust."
"Nat, no, it's just a prank. I didn't mean to—" you began, but Natasha's stern look silenced you.
Her gaze bore into yours, and the room seemed to shrink. "This isn't just a joke, Y/N. You know how much I struggle with trust, especially after everything I've been through. And you choose to pull something like this?"
The gravity of your mistake hit you like a punch to the gut. You, who knew her vulnerabilities so intimately, had thoughtlessly triggered the very fears she fought against.
Natasha's eyes, once filled with warmth and trust, now held a guarded sorrow. "I thought you understood me better than this."
The room fell into a suffocating silence, each passing moment amplifying the hurt between you. Natasha stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and she walked away without another word. The door to your shared room closed with a quiet click, leaving you alone in the heavy silence.
Guilt gnawed at you as you sat there, realizing the depth of Natasha's pain. It wasn't just a harmless prank for her; it was a breach of the trust you had cautiously built. As the minutes ticked by, you knew that mere apologies wouldn't be enough to mend what was broken.
Over the next few days, the apartment felt emptier than ever. Natasha remained secluded, the distance between you growing. Every attempt to apologize or ease the tension was met with a cold silence. The weight of her hurt hung in the air, and you were determined to do everything in your power to make amends.
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Late one evening, you found Natasha sitting alone on the balcony, gazing at the city lights. The air was thick with tension, but you couldn't let the silence persist any longer. You approached cautiously, the weight of guilt heavy on your shoulders.
"Nat," you began, your voice softer than usual, "I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I know I can be an idiot sometimes, but this wasn't just thoughtless; it was insensitive, and I should've known better, especially with your history. "
Natasha remained silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the city below. Finally, she sighed, a mixture of resignation and vulnerability. "Y/N, you have to understand. Trust is fragile for me. I need time."
" I understand, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight" You said dejectedly, walking away before softly muttering "again"
Over the next week, you threw yourself into a series of heartfelt gestures, each carefully designed to convey your remorse and reinforce your commitment to Natasha. Small notes expressing your love and appreciation dotted the apartment, hidden in places you knew she'd discover throughout her day. You cooked her favorite meals, organized movie nights with films that held sentimental value for both of you, and even arranged a surprise picnic in the park, complete with all her preferred snacks.
However, Natasha remained somewhat distant, accepting your gestures with a quiet acknowledgment but not fully letting down her guard. It was clear that the hurt ran deep, and the emotional chasm between you persisted. Undeterred, you continued your efforts, understanding that healing would require patience and persistence.
And finally, when you felt like you were going to burst if you spent a singular day more without being able to kiss the redhead, to hold her, hell just talk to her like before, you spoke up.
You were both in the living room, unspoken tension that neither of you seemed willing to break. Natasha's eyes, usually warm and inviting, now held a guarded look that hinted at a deep sense of hurt and disappointment.
"Nat, we've got to talk about what happened. It's been too long," you say finally.
She sighed, avoiding your gaze. "What's there to talk about, Y/N? You thought it was funny to pull a stupid prank, and now we're dealing with the aftermath."
You could sense the bitterness in her tone, "It's not just about the prank, Nat. I want to understand how it made you feel. I care about you, and seeing you hurt is the last thing I want."
Natasha scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Words won't change what happened. You can't just undo the hurt."
You moved closer, reaching for her hand. "I'm not trying to undo it, Nat. I just want to understand, and I want to be here for you. Please, talk to me."
She pulled her hand away, frustration etched on her face. "Talking won't change anything. It won't erase the fact that you thought it was amusing to play with my trust."
You took a deep breath, realizing that coaxing Natasha into a more open conversation would take time. "Nat, I messed up, and I'm genuinely sorry. I know words won't change the past, but they can help us move forward. Let me in, please."
She hesitated, her gaze flickering between your eyes. After a moment, she sighed, relenting slightly. "Fine, talk. But don't expect me to pour my heart out just because you're apologizing."
You nodded, respecting her boundaries. "Okay, I'll start. I should've thought about how the prank might affect you, especially with your history. It was thoughtless, and I regret it. I want to make things right."
Natasha remained silent, her arms crossed defensively. You continued, undeterred, "I care about you, Nat. More than anything. If I could turn back time, I would. But since I can't, all I can do is apologize and try to understand how to make things better."
She finally met your gaze, a mix of skepticism and wariness in her eyes. "Make it better? How?"
"By talking," you replied. "By letting me in, so we can figure this out together. I want us to get through this, but I need your help."
Natasha sighed, her walls slowly starting to crumble. "I don't know, Y/N. Trust is a fragile thing for me. It's not easily repaired."
"I get that," you said softly. "But shutting me out won't help either. I'm not asking you to forgive and forget. I'm asking you to let me in, so we can work through this together."
As Natasha reluctantly agreed to talk, a palpable tension still lingered in the room. You sat down beside her, maintaining a respectful distance, and began the conversation.
"It's not just about trust. It's about feeling like I'm not enough. That I'll lose the people I care about." she began slowly
"Nat, you are more than enough for me. I love you for who you are, and I want to work through this together."
" But what if one day you realise that my life is too harsh, or that I'm a monster because off all those people I killed, Hell, I think I'm a monster myself."
"N-"
"Let me finish. What if? What if you actually left. Because, I've lost a lot of things in my life Y/n, I'm not-" her voice cracked "I'm not ready to lose you"
And with that, restraint was broken, and you were gathering her into your arms which she graciously accepted, pushing herself into you as you felt silent tears slip onto your shirt.
After a while, when she had calmed down, you pulled away just enough to see her face "You mean the world to me, Nat. I want to show you how much I love you."
She looked at you, curiosity and a touch of wariness in her eyes. Without saying anything, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of comfort and understanding.
"I know actions speak louder than words," you said, your lips brushing against her temple. "And I want to show you, every day, that you're the most important person in my life."
Your kisses moved down to her cheek, each one carrying a message of love and reassurance. Natasha's guard started to soften as she allowed herself to feel the genuine affection behind your gestures.
Finally, you pressed a lingering kiss on her lips, pouring all your emotions into that moment. "I love you, Natasha Romanoff. And I'll do whatever it takes for us to work, whenever."
She looked at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—vulnerability, gratitude, and a growing sense of warmth. The scars of the past week were slowly healing, replaced by the promise of a stronger, more resilient connection.
You loved Natasha Romanoff, and never were you pulling a prank on her again, but little did you know Natasha was planning one on you
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Nat: I said no, Y/N. I'm not going on a date with you.
Y/N: But whyyyyy?
Nat: I don't like you that waaay
Y/N (Gasping for air): He-lp!
Yelena: OMG she's having a heart attack
Nat: What!??!
Y/N: it hurts... My chest hurts
Nat: Y/N, you're gonna be okay, yeah? Just breathe for me, baby please.
Y/N (tears falling down her eyes): I don't want to die, Nat.
Nat: It's ok, you're not dying. Not in my watch. YELENA, CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!
Y/N: I'm fine, Nat. Let me rest. It's no use for me to live, you don't love me.
Nat: No, Y/N, stop. Don't say that, I love you. I lied ok. Please don't leave me, I love you.
Y/N:.........
Yelena:........
Y/N (getting up like nothing happened): I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!
Yelena: Give me my part!
Y/N, handing Yelena a twenty bucks.
Nat: YOU BETTER SAVE YOUR ASS, Y/N IN THREE, TWO-
Y/N: TOOOOOWWNEEEEEY! AHHHH HELP ME, TOWNEEEYY!
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wifeofwandamaximoff · 5 months
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Y/n: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Nat: Y/n, that's a coma. Y/n: Sounds festive.
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Kinktober (31)- Bite Me
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Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: After being edged all night, you’re desperate for Natasha to give you your release, but she’s adamant on hearing you beg for what you want her to do.
Warnings/Tags: Strap-on, Rough Smut, Dom Nat/Sub Reader, Biting during sex, Vampires, Choking, Squirting, Dirty Talk, Degrading
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"Fuck," you moaned as the toy was thrusted into you, her hips flush against yours while your head lolled back against her shoulder, a desperate noise leaving you. "Nat, please," your tone laced with lust and desire as she slowly pulled her hips back, gradually sliding the strap on back into you to fill you up again, another sinful noise being dragged out of you.
"Please what, Detka?" she hummed, her hands gliding down your body, teasing the skin with her nails as she scratched along your abdomen softly, your hips twitching at her touch. You needed her to move. You had been teased enough already.
"Please just let me come," you whisper, her free hand lifting your head off her body so she could pepper kisses along the side of your jaw, smirking against the warm skin as you pushed your hips back against hers. "I need you, please fuck me," you groan as her fingers find your clit, slowly circling it to keep up with her teasing.
"But do you deserved to be fucked, Detka?" she mutters against your skin, her fangs grazing the juncture of your neck, your breath hitching. "You were such a bad girl, being such a brat," her tone dropping an octave as her free hand moves to settle on your throat, the sensation of her hand and teeth causing your mind to cloud with arousal, "I'm not sure you deserve to be fucked like my little slut, do you?"
"No," you say, agreeing with her as, after your stunt, you deserved the punishment, your head tilting to look into her darkened and enticing green. "But I can't take it anymore, so please," your tone is nothing but desperate, the redhead's gaze softening for a moment as she had been harsh with your punishment, your body feeling as though it had been edged for hours on end now.
"You're so lucky I love you," she mutters, claiming your lips, feeling you smile into it as her hands move to settle on your waist, her hips snapping up into yours, the toy thrusted roughly into you causing a moan to escape you. Her mouth moves to kiss along your neck, her fangs purposely grazing the skin to fuel both of your arousals, relentlessly pumping the toy into you as you chant her name, her hands keeping your body upright.
"That's it Detka, take it like the good little slut you are," she pants at the shell of your ear, your body clenching tightly around the toy as pleasure sparks through you, nothing but her name and sounds of pleasure being torn out of you.
Her hand circles around your body once again as more dirty words are whispered into your ear, the heat between your thighs unbearable as you throb around the toy, your body begging for its release as your mind is clouded with euphoria, vision almost blurring at how amazing everything felt.
Natasha's pace never eased as she mercilessly fucked the toy into you, giving you the rough fuck you wanted as you desperately wanted to feel her fill you up, to feel the sensation of coming all over her cock.
"Nat," you moaned, hand reaching wildly behind you to reach her red hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you held onto her for support, your legs trembling as your orgasm neared. The other woman's lips tugged up into a smirk at your tone, her fangs pressing down against you softly, the sensation odd but addictive as you wanted her to do it again but harder. "Harder, please," you whisper as she gathers that you don't mean her hips as they're already pounding into you, her fangs teasing you by only pressing a little harder.
"Nat," you whined when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, wanting to feel her teeth sink into you.
"Y/n," she mocked your tone, "Come on Detka, tell me what you want."
"Bite me," you groan out, her fangs immediately sinking into your neck, nothing but pleasure taking over your body, legs shaking as liquid gushes around the toy, a string of moans being ripped from the back of your throat.
Your eyes flutter open a few moments later as Natasha slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, body trembling against hers as she wraps her arms around your middle, tongue soothing the bite mark while murmuring loving words to help you calm down.
"There's my Detka," she whispers playfully when you tilt your head to the side, connecting your lips softly while a small moan escapes you when she pulls out, kissing you in apology and smiling against your lips. "Someone enjoyed that," she teases softly once you realise why the sheets feel so wet under you, cheeks tinting red as she continues to kiss your lips softly, coaxing you into the safety of her arms as you relax against her.
"Shush," you mutter embarrassed, her chuckling against your lips before pulling back, your eyes flickering down to her mouth, her tongue seductively swiping across her lips before she parts them, showing off her stunning fangs, the smirk dangerous as arousal pools between your thighs once again.
"Fuck it," you mumble before turning around in her arms, crashing your lips together and pushing her body down on another part of the bed, immediately straddling her lap, ready for another round. 
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Just one night
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Pairings: Natasha x Ex girlfriend reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!!! Mommy kink, fingering, oral, thigh riding, squirting, clit play, nipple play. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!! (Fluff, Smut, Happy ending)
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From the moment you walked into the room her emerald eyes were on you. She drank in the way you looked in the black dress that clung to your body in all the right ways. You were obviously oblivious to her staring as you sauntered your way across the event. Luckily for her you both were forced to come to this event tonight since it was for the avengers.
Stark held a fundraiser for the team once a year so the team can get funding and make nice with the government officials. So fortunately for the redheaded assassin you were forced to be in close proximity to her for the evening. She watched as you walked to the bar chatting up one of the senators of new york. You smiled brightly at the older woman who was talking your ear off about god knows what.
Natasha waited a few minutes for the senator to leave before she walked up next you. “A vodka martini please” She said to the bartender causing you to turn your head in her direction.
”Hi darling“ Her smooth voice echoes through your ears. You could tell by the look on her face she had some kind of mischievous plan for the night.
“Hi tasha” You said as you took a sip from your cocktail and raised your brow to her. The sound of your voice instantly brought a smile to her face.
“Did you come here with someone?” She asked a little hesitantly as she sipped her drink.
“Do you really think id subject someone else to this craziness?” You motion to around the room that’s filled with your drunk teammates.
Natasha laughed a little at your statement. “Well i guess that’s true” She shrugged. “But at least we ran into each other”
“I have a very strong feeling that you planned to run into me” You responded with a smirk causing her to let out a breathy chuckle.
“Well i guess thats somewhat true. Maybe i just wanted to see my girl” Nat said taking a long sip from her drink.
“Last time i checked we broke up” Your words made her frown slightly. She recalled the day you two broke up and it made her heart break even more.
“Doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.” The words sent a chill down your spine and you softly smiled at her.
“Ever the charmer tasha. But im assuming you have something up your sleeve?” You asked and the redhead just smiled her devilish smile.
“More so a proposition” She started as she tapped her finger against the bar. “It’s been a while since i’ve uh been with someone. And i know from my many sources that you haven’t either. So my proposal is that for just tonight me and you forget about the reasons we broke up and just be together again.” Her words make you feel a a little dizzy as she speaks.
You take a few moments to process her words before you finally make a decision. “Just one night?” You asked raising your eyebrow at her before sipping your drink and then ordering another one.
“Just one night” She said sticking out her pinky so you know she’s serious. You smiled at her before you wrapped your pinky around hers.
That’s how you ended up here. Splayed out on her mattress in her room at the compound. Your clothes are partially removed as Natasha is leaving red marks on your neck and chest.
“God i’ve missed you” She admits kissing below your ear making you moan a little.
“Ive missed you too” You confess breathlessly as she moves to unclasp your bra. When her eyes land on your exposed chest her mouth instantly waters. Her lips them circle around your nipple and she starts to suck harshly loving the way you moan for her.
Natasha spends an ungodly amount of time playing with your nipples like she’s never played with them before… granted it’s been six months but it felt like a lifetime to her. So she spent extra time tweaking, pinching and sucking on them like she’s done many times before.
“Please mommy… i-i need you” You beg clawing at her smooth pale skin. Natasha chuckles at your lack of patience before she kisses down your stomach and stops and the hem of your panties.
“Oh kotenok how i’ve missed your begging” She says kissing along the hem of your panties before she slides them down your legs. Once she removes them she takes a moment to appreciate your dripping pussy thats on display for her.
“Fuck i’ve missed you” She continues her words of affirmation as she kisses you inner thighs lightly before diving into your core. Her tongue darts out passed her lips and she licks a stripe along your pussy causing you to mewl in response.
Natasha laps at you like woman starved and gets lost in the way you taste. Your hands fly to her hair and you hold onto her with a strong grip feeling the coil in your stomach build.
“Oh fuck yes mommy” You moan out feeling yourself get closer by the second. Natasha takes your moans as her sign to stick two of her thick and long fingers into you.
“OH FUCK!” You scream out as you feel her fingers fill you up. She smirks she sets a medium pace being careful not to hurt you. Her fingers graze the sweet spot inside and you end up on her fingers and tongue.
“God i love the way you taste baby” She praises bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking off your juices with a delighted moan. Natasha wasnt done with you yet though after she licked her fingers she went back to eat your pussy again.
Your back arched off the bed when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started sucking again. “OH MY GOD” You moaned gripping the sheets for support. Natasha just hummed in response getting lost in your sounds and taste. As she was eating you all you could think about was how much you missed her and never wanted this to end.
You two broke up amicably for multiple reasons the main one being the fact that there just wasnt enough communication. And with you two being Avengers the non communication turned into sloppy missions and arguments which led to the end. But in the end you both missed each other more than either of you wanted to admit.
“Cum for me detka” She said harshly sucking on your clit bringing you out of your thoughts. Her words along with a particularly harsh suck you ended up squirting all over the bed.
“O-Oh my god” You whisper breathlessly as you move the hair from your face. Natasha made her way back up to your face and gently cupped your cheek.
“Ive missed you so much” She whispers pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “I lied… I dont want this to be just for one night”
“Me neither” You confessed moving your hands to her waist and positioning her on your thigh. She raised an eyebrow at you before she got the hint and removed her clothes and sat back down in your thigh.
Your hands gripped her hips and you locked eyes with her and pushed her dripping core onto your thigh. She let out a breathy moan at the contact of your cool thigh against her warm core. Her hands went straight to your chest so she could have something to hold onto as she slowly lost her composure.
Natasha could feel her orgasm creep up on her as she grinded against your thigh. And when you tensed up your thigh under her she let go all over your thigh making you smile.
“Ive missed that” You say chuckling a little making her smile. She slowly got off your thigh and you marveled at the sight of her juices on your thigh. Once she laid down on the bed you laid on her chest as you tried to catch your breath.
“I want us to try again” She whispered in your ear as she kissed your head.
“We were already back together from the second you made your proposition” You confessed. Natasha smiled and kissed you again before she grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off. When she returned she cleaned you and then herself off before laying back down next to you.
“Sleep now my love” She whispered in your ear as well as wrapping her arms around you and bringing you closer to her as much as possible.
Soon you booth drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Yes there was still a lot to talk about but as for now you were going to relish in the bliss that is Natasha Romanoff.
~The end~
A/n i know this was kinda rushed but i really wanted to post something for yall so i hope you liked it :)
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dc-marvel-life · 6 months
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You Are My Family Now
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary: Natasha is dating someone that the team does not like and tries to get Natasha together with Bruce.
Word Count: ~1.5K
A/N: This is for @waltermis. I saw that you looking for a story like this, and I love the idea so much I made it. Lisichka - little fox, I found this online so I am not 100% sure if it means little fox.
Warnings: The team is mean
You are an ex-assassin/spy for hire who was awfully good at her job. Your biggest enemy was the Avengers, but they never were about to spot you. You caused many injuries and near-death experiences for them, so you were on their naughty list. 
No one in the world was able to get close enough to catch you, well no one but Natasha Romanoff. You also have a soft spot for you. You could never pinpoint exactly why but you had the biggest crush on her. It was the way her body moved against you. It was always a dance between you too, but you always got away. You couldn’t tell if you were just that skilled or she let you go on purpose. 
You thought that she liked the cat and mouse game that you both played just as much as you do. It was also the way she talked to you. No matter what the situation is or what you said, she always had a sassy comeback that made your heart skip a beat. 
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It all changed one night in Paris. You were working a job where you needed to take out a mob boss who was staying at a hotel nearby. You were just about to walk up and take him out when Natasha came out of nowhere and stopped you. 
A fight ensued and you got badly injured. You couldn’t finish the mission with how bad the wound was. You needed to get to your safe house immediately and take care of the wound before you bleed out. You somehow managed to get to your safe house alive, but you weren’t alone. Natasha was able to follow you back.
“Looks like you got sloppy there Silver Fox,” Natasha says once she enters your safe house with a gun in hand. You smile at the way she says your code name. She says it with so much lust behind it. This time you couldn’t say anything smart back at her because you were bleeding to death.
Natasha looked at you and saw that you were in real pain. You are lying on the floor with your hand on the wound trying to put pressure on it but slowly losing it. Just like you, Natasha had a soft for you too. Natasha puts down her gun and treats your wound. Once she finishes patching you up, she puts you in the bed and finds some food and water for you.
“Don’t scare me like that again Fox” Natasha says handing you water.
“Wouldn’t plan on it. Then who would you track across the whole world to see” you say taking the water.
“By the way, my name is Y/N,” you say realizing that you never knew each other names. Just code names Black Widow and Silver Fox.
“My name is Natasha. It is nice to finally meet you” Natasha says with a small smile. You both stare at each other’s eyes then something clicks. You both lean in for a kiss that feels like it lasted for hours. That night you both made love in that safe house until the sun came up. 
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That became your guys' routine for a few years. You guys will find each other then find a hotel or safe house to make love all night and leave in the morning. During the years that you both have been hooking up with each other, you started to fall in love with Natasha. After you guys finished, you would talk about everything. She told you about the Red Room and how she lost her sister. You told her about your backstory and why you are an assassin/spy. 
You wanted to do better for Natasha, so you slowly started to take fewer and fewer jobs until you were completely out. Natasha was able to track you down in Jamaica. Once she got there, you told her that you were about of the game and wanted to do right by her. Natasha was so happy to hear it and officially asked you to be her girlfriend. 
You said yes and you guys spent a week in Jamaica. Natasha didn’t know that you planned for this whole week. It was the best time of your life. 
A month later, Natasha told the team that you guys were together and they weren’t happy about it. You have caused so much damage to the team over the years and it can’t be fixed anytime soon. 
You understood and asked for a chance. The team didn’t want to give you a chance, but Fury wanted to keep your talents so he let you on the team with pushback. 
You were happy that you could actually do some good in the world and be near your girlfriend. After a few months of staying there, you and Natasha moved into the same room together. Everything was going great with you two.
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Now you are on a solo mission while the team is at the compound having a chill night drinking, playing games, and watching movies.
Natasha is drinking with the rest of the team but she is waiting for you to be back. You told her tonight when you come back you are going to cook her a nice meal to celebrate each other. So Natasha is trying not to drink too much unlike her teammates who are drunk right now. 
“You know Nat, you shouldn’t be dating Gold Fox,” Tony says slurring his words.
“It is Silver Fox and she has a name,” Natasha says defensively.
“Look what we are trying to say that she isn’t good for you. Why not date Bruce? He is a better fit for you” Wanda says to her best friend. Natasha rolls her eyes at the thought of it. She only wants to be with you. It was no secret that Bruce has a crush on Natasha and everyone is for it but you and Natasha. 
“No, I am in a happy relationship” Natasha bites back at her team. 
“How about you kiss to see? You may never know. Now kiss” Tony says and the whole team starts to chant ‘kiss’.
“Hell no!” Natasha says but now Bruce is drunk and has some confidence. He comes over to where Natasha is and pulls her into a kiss with the team cheering. 
Then you hear a loud bang. The team turns around to see you standing there with bags of groceries. You drop the bags and leave the compound.
“Look at what you guys did” Natasha gets up to try and catch you but you are long gone. Natasha sighs and starts to pick up the bags that you dropped. Natasha let out a sigh because she was looking forward to dinner. You always made her the best food and she wanted a night alone with you. You've both been on missions back to back and needed it. 
Natasha picks up the bags and sees a small box. She opens the box to see a beautiful engagement ring. It is the ring that Natasha has been describing you for months now. 
“You guys are all dicks!” Natasha screams and takes off to the landing bay. She knew exactly where you were going. The safe house in Paris.
Natasha takes a small jet and goes to you. She gets to the safe house and sees you on the bed in a ball crying while holding a picture of you two on your first date. 
“Lisichka” Natasha comes over to you and holds you tight. She wipes away your tears.
“Why would you do it” you say in a small voice.
“Lisichka, it didn’t happen that way. The whole team was drunk and wanted me to kiss Bruce. I said no and he came up and grabbed me. He kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him. These lips are only for you” Natasha kisses your cheek. You turn around so you are looking in her eyes to see that she is telling the truth, and she is. 
Natasha likes to think that you can’t tell when she is lying but you also do. 
“Now were you serious about this” Natasha holds up the box.
“Yes. I was supposed to ask you about a beautiful dinner and it be romantic” you say sadly.
“Well, the answer is yes. And this is just perfect for me” Natasha kisses you with all the passion that she has. You hold her close so she does go away.
“Let’s run away together,” Natasha says once she breaks the kiss. 
“Baby, no,” you say and Natasha looks at you confused.
“As much as I would love to run away with you. The Avengers are your family. You even got Yelena back in your life. I don’t want to be the reason why you have to leave your family” you say holding her cheek.
“You know that you are my family now too right” Natasha gets the ring out of the box. You stop her and put the ring on her. 
“That’s very true,” you admire her with the ring on.
“Fine, but I will make them like you,” Natasha says in all seriousness. 
“I bet you will,” you say and kiss Natasha again. You guys spend the night making love to each other in the same place that started it all.
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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]
Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you
Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson
Warning : Arguing
Word count : 1,723
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You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.
You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.
“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.
“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.
“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.
“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.
“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.
This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.
But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.
You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.
You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.
You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.
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They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.
But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.
but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.
"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.
“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.
“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.
"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.
“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.
“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.
“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.
“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.
" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.
Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.
So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.
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But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.
“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.
"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.
“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.
"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.
“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.
“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.
“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.
“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.
“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.
Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.
In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.
“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.
‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.
“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.
But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.
“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”
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Request-  Could I request a Natasha x Fem!reader smut where Nat and reader are having sex and someone knocks on the door so R puts their hand on Nat’s mouth to keep her quiet and R and the person who knocked are having a full conversation while R is still pounding into Natasha with their strap.
Synopsis- When you get back from a mission Natasha is all too eager to touch you and you eager to hold her.
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ content
Word Count- 6.6k
A/N- Long overdue fluff fic🙄🤷🏽‍♀️
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As soon as the quinjet landed you were posted by the doors. Your feet were tapping at an ungodly paste while your arms were crossed over your torso as you bit the skin on your lips intensely. You hadn't seen her for three weeks because of your mission. 
This wasn't the longest mission you have ever been on, Steve assigns you to the long-term missions because you do well with not always being in the action but observing and collecting data analysis on enemy sites. 
Although you aren't into going into enemy bases and fighting your job is still dangerous, if the enemy catches a whiff of your snooping, you are on your own. You have no connection to the rest of the avengers in case your frequency is picked up and they track your numbers and find out there is someone connected to the avengers nearby and your whole operation would be blown. 
But the reason you keep getting assigned is that you're good at what you do, each and every time you come back successful with more information that is useful to the team. If there was an employee of the month you would be awarded it every month.
As the quinjets doors started to open, the light from inside the facility leaked through the cracks. You started walking even though it wasn't fully down, you couldn't wait any longer. When the door fully opened you were already out walking. You didn't want to waste any time finding Nat.
Pushing past the glass doors of the landing bay with your heavy duffle bag tossed over your shoulder, you look up around the hall to see if she's here, but she isn't. Your demeanor slightly wavering because you hoped she would be here to see you like she does every time. 
Your head hangs slightly as your pace lessens, sucking on your inner cheek as you walk towards the compound's entrance.
In a matter of seconds, you went from sulking to feeling pure joy. One moment she wasn't there and the other she was tightly wrapped around your form. Your duffle bag dropped onto the concrete from the force of her embrace while your hands remained stuck to your sides from her pinning you together, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
You didn't have to even look down to know who it was, her familiar vanilla scent invalidated your senses. Her body which you took your time to know perfectly was pressed up against you. Her body connected with yours just right. You could feel a wet patch start to form on your clothed chest. Shifting your gaze downwards with raised eyebrows you couldn't find her face, only her messy bed of auburn hair.
You gently pulled her off of you to examine her face and see if she was really crying, when she met your gaze your heart almost stopped. You cupped her face when you saw her red-rimmed teary eyes. 
“What’s wrong, love?” You questioned her softly as she leaned into your touch, blinking a few times to get the remaining tears out.
“I just missed you that's all.” She told you as she looked up into your eyes, stray hair strands covering her eyes.
You gingerly moved the hair away from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear, lowering your head to press a soft kiss to her forehead. 
It didn't take long for Natasha to jump in your arms after the display of affection, her arms locking around your neck. And it didn't take long for you to welcome her into your arms. One of Natasha's favorite hugs was to straddle you while your hands wrapped around her waist, she always told you it made her feel closer to you.
“I missed you too, but this isn't the longest mission I have been on.” You tell her.
“I know but you were gone for what felt like forever, why can't you take missions that take a few days. I know Steve wouldn't have a problem with that, and if he does I would be happy to have a chat with him.”
You let out a light chuckle at her words, you could tell she meant it from the seriousness in her voice.
“You know I can’t,” You say, her eyebrows scrunching up while her arms tense a little around your neck, “I’m good at those types of missions and you and everyone in this compound knows that.” You conclude as you start moving your hand up and down her back.
“I wish you weren't so good at that.” She says as she pushes her nose into the crook of your neck taking in a deep breath to bask in more of your scent.
A smile breaks out on your face as you can't help but feel so warm inside knowing how much Natasha loves you, and that you love her a million times more than that. She is the foundation of your heart, the pump that keeps everything moving, that keeps you alive.
The words came out of your mouth before you could think, “I thought you weren't gonna meet me here.”
She took her face from your neck quickly and looked deep into your eyes as her eyebrows furrowed again, “I would never, I was coming out of the elevators and Steve stopped me questioning me about my mission report I didn't finish because all I could think about was you,” A light smile pierced your face at her words, “And he wouldn't move every time I tried to step past him, he’s like a brick wall, determined to never falter and move. Soo... I just ran from him.” She confessed the last part as if it was a sin.
You scrunched up your features in a facade of pain for a reaction to her confession.
“You know when Steve finds you later he is gonna reprimand you about your actions, you better be prepared for the hour lecture.”
“That's what I have you for, you're gonna be right by my side every second of it.” She informs you with her classic smirk. You roll your eyes playfully at her antics and swoop in briskly to land a tender kiss on her plump lips that have been catching your attention for the last five minutes while she was talking.
You release your hold on her and she lets out a little whine, her arms unlocking the hold on your neck. When she falls off you turn around quickly to grab your duffle bag from off the ground. But when you turn back around you see that Natasha is already a few feet away from you walking towards the doors of the compound.
You jog up to her as fast as you can with the weighted bag on your shoulders. Catching up to her you give her a quick pat on her behind, her head whipping towards you. She is smiling happily now that you're next to her again, she slows down to match your stride and hooks her right arm around your left bicep. 
You look to the side and lock eyes with her, seeing how cheerful she is, making your heart beat faster as you can see how in love she truly is with you.
 “Let's go take a shower.” You say already knowing this will get a rise out of her. 
She bites her lip as her eyes lighten up, she knows the true meaning behind your words and anticipation starts to bubble within her. She shakes her head as her smirk starts to resurface on her face.
“I’d love that.” She states strengthening her grip on your bicep as she turns her head forward. 
You can't help but smile even more, you know she only stopped looking at you because if she continued she wouldn't be able to withhold the urge to stop dead in her tracks and kiss the living hell out of you.
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You both left your shared bathroom in shambles, your clothes were thrown about the room, and the door half cracked open from neither of you bothering to close it fully. 
The door closing fully was the least of your worries, you were more focused on her. The way the water cascaded down her body like a flowing waterfall. The way light seemed to hit just right making her glow. You were bathing in her essence, her presence elevating you to another realm of euphoria you only felt when you were with her.
Your palms stayed planted on her hips as your foreheads were sealed together. The water dripped down both of your bodies, but you stayed connected like a strong bridge, not faltering no matter what came.
Natasha initiated the kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pressed herself closer to you. You were stuck in the kiss for what felt like hours, savoring the taste of her lips that tasted awfully a lot like caramel, her plump lips that mushed against yours mercilessly.
Your hand came to her lower back as you breathed her in, the thought of being with her on your mind for the past few weeks finally coming true, you didn't know if you could contain yourself anymore.
A smile crept up your face, “What are you so happy about?” Nat said moving away from your lips which caused you to unconsciously trail after her lips making her smirk.
“Because I'm finally here with you, I've been dreaming about this moment while I was away.”
Your vision is slightly obstructed by the water you making you fail to see the pink tint spreading across her cheeks rapidly. She removes her arms from your neck and cups your face with her slippery hands, pulling in you for another breathless kiss taking her time to savor this moment a little while longer.
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After you both finished attempting to shower together even though you couldn't keep your hands off one another. Natasha helped lather your hair with shampoo and wash it out while your eyes remained closed to not get any in. And you helped her with her scented shampoo that you noticed was running out, making a mental note to buy it when you go to the store later on.
When you turned off the faucet Natasha hopped on you a second later, almost losing your balance you stick your hand out to touch the bath wall for support while your hand wrapped around her back to make sure she wouldn't fall off. 
“You’re that eager, baby?” You asked with an amused expression.
“Y/n, please. I have been waiting for so long.” She whines in your ear.
You step out of the tub rubbing your feet off quickly on the mat so you don't trip over the tile. Walking briskly over to your shared bed, you can see that it's a complete mess now that you have taken the time to actually stop and look.
Natasha has taken up complete residence on the full bed, you can see a few empty snack wrappers scattered across the bundled blankets laid across the mattress, among the pile of duvets you could spot what seemed to be your sweatshirts placed on the pillows. 
You raised your eyebrow about to ask Natasha what she was doing all those weeks while you were gone but you were cut off by another whine coming from the needy woman in your arms.
Knowing that the bed wouldn't be the best option to have sex on from all the clutter you quickly snatched a blanket from the pile and walked a few feet over to the armchair in the corner of the room next to the door and draped it over the chair.
You placed Natasha down gently on top of the blanket but she seemed to not want to part from you as she clung onto your skin like a sloth. You let out a low chuckle as you gaily rolled your eyes at her. You shift your hands downwards until you feel her right cheek in your palm, squeezing roughly.
“I thought you wanted this, changed your mind already?” You questioned her in her ear.
Her head swung back in an instant removing herself from you to plop down on the armchair by herself. A goofy smile sprung across your face at her enthusiasm.
“I’m all in, are you?” She asked teasingly raising her eyebrow subtly as she relaxed back on the chair and parted her legs slightly giving you a glimpse of her cunt.
Your breath hitched at the sight as your mind went to the endless possibilities of what you wanted to do to her.
“A hundred percent.” You nearly growled as you dropped down to your knees in a flash, placing your hands on the armrest as you looked at her hungrily.
She bit her lip in anticipation as her heart raced thinking of all the endless possibilities of what she wanted you to do to her.
Your hands left the armrest promptly as they made their way to Natasha's bated legs that were slightly trembling from the suspense.
She squirmed under your cold touch, stopping yourself from laughing out loud at her as you finished parting her legs. You bit your lip now that you were face to face with her sparkling cunt, you were captivated. The way her folds her sat there perfectly, ready to be parted by you. The way her clit was practically vibrating in its spot, waiting for you to play around with it.
And all it took was her dainty needy hand coming to tease her clit, her impatientness making you scoff slightly.
But before she could reach down you grabbed her wrist and held it in place firmly, she tried wiggling loose multiple times but each time you held it down a little harder.
“You're aching for my touch arent you?” You snickered causing her to release a groan as she rolled her hips to the edge of the seat, “I thought we talked about this already, only I get to touch you down here.” You said sinisterly tapping her clit with your free hand causing her to release a soft moan.
She brought her head up slightly as she dropped the next words on you leaving you speechless for a few seconds, “Then I’d hate for you to know how much I got off by myself to your pictures while you were gone.” She mutters to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Your eyes remained trained on hers as you tilt your head slightly with stern eyes, “Then you know how bad girls get punished, don't you?” 
She looked at you with a blank stare, the next moment her pupils completely dilated as she shook her head in understanding. 
“Use your words.” You ordered her softly.
She sucked in a quick breath as she replied, “Yes.”
“Good,” You tell her, releasing her wrist from your grip as you slowly trace a pattern on the skin of her inner thigh, “So you understand what's about to happen.” You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
She started shaking her head until she stopped abruptly and murmured a quiet, yes, never breaking eye contact.
You sent a mischievous smirk her way as your head slowly lowered to the level of her soaking heat. You groaned out as your eyes closed shut at the sight, “So wet for me baby, I can see the liquid oozing from your precious folds.”
She hummed in agreement as she scooted closer to your face.
“Y/n-”.
You interrupted her abruptly, “Bad girls have to beg,” You tell her bringing your fingers back up to her clit and pinching it lightly, not enough to instill pain.
“Please Y/n..” She starts before you cut her off again with a slightly harder pinch to her clit, “I’ve been a bad girl, please punish me.” She whimpers gripping the armrest with her utmost strength.
That last sentence sends you into overdrive as you dip your head below her line of sight and attach your lips to her begging clit. Your tongue harshly wrestled with her sensitive bean as she emits whimpers mixed with moans, her eyes remained at the back of her head as her back arched completely off the chair.
Your tongue worked wonders on her clit as it sends her beyond nirvana, her legs trembling next to your head. You feel her hand on the top of your head as she is pressing you seemingly closer towards her core.
You suck and beat her clit until she is screaming Russian profanities into the air making you feel more pleased in what you're doing knowing that you have taken her to this point. Her eyebrows pressed together in pleasure as strands of hair stuck to her neck and forehead. 
Wanting to push her further into bliss you bring your fingers up to her calling folds. You collect some of her juices with your pointer finger as you spread her open. The intensity of her moans increased from your sucking and teasing her entrance. When you stick your finger into her suddenly ruts her hips against your hand, trying to move the finger inside of her deeper.
You smile against her clit as you start slowly pummeling your finger inside of her, teasing her.
“Y/n stop fucking around, please.” She pleads almost yelling.
You give in to her and quicken your pace, deciding to add another finger into her slick folds. Giving her more pleasure that she wants and needs. Her hips are now wildly moving up and down to ease more of the built-up pressure from being without your fingers for almost a month.
You leave her clit alone after you hear her hiss from the overstimulation she is receiving from her beyond aching clit. That's when you decide to fully focus on fingering her, you rise up to her face. You see that she is biting her lip while her eyes are squeezed shut fulfillment she is getting.
You nip at the bottom of her lip and pull her bottom lip delicately to release it from her teeth hold. Her lip pops out as she peaks open her eyes to find your lust-blown ones staring directly back at her.
She brought her head forward a little connecting your lips, not realizing you were that close to her in the first place.
Your heads move in different directions as the kiss deepens, her movements a bit slower from all the exhaustion she is having already. But that doesn't stop you from pumping your fingers into her even harder, ignoring the cramping in your fingers you are starting to get, you're on a mission, and that's to make sure Nat is feeling satisfied, and you never fail a mission.
Her moans are now muffled while your mouth remains attached to hers, her chest rising and falling quickly as she is now out of breath, that's when you pull away and examine her features. Her messy bed of hair is now going in different directions from her constant squirming and spasms. Her plump moist lips parted to allow air in that she desperately needed, and her hunter-green eyes that are boring into yours so deeply with love.
One second her features are flat as she is staring at you and the next moment her back is arching again as a wave of ecstasy goes into her. You know that she is at her climax from have seeing this exact face numerous times you delivered her multiple highs.
Her final straw was your fingers digging deep into her core of nerves where you hit just right every time, the bundle granting her another heaven-filled bliss of euphoria. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her thighs clamped shut around your torso, her fingers digging deep onto your neck as she let out a guttural roar.
You both stayed in that position for a few moments, you hunched over Natasha’s form as her legs stayed locked around you. Her breathing was heavy as was yours as you stared at her coming down from her high.
When she let her legs fall from your sides a soft sigh was released from her lips as she opened her eyes slowly and found you staring intently at her.
“You still down for another round?”
She stared at you for what seemed like a minute then her eyes squinted and a smirk arose on her face, “Am I ever someone to stop at one round?.” 
You smiled at her as you quickly got up and stalked over to your dresser, bending down to find the item you were looking for. It didn't take you long to find it, you pulled it out from the depth of your messy drawer, you knew Nat had been in here because this is where you stored your sweatshirts.
Turning around with a grin plastered you swung the 5-inch black strap in the air. Natasha released a light laugh at your soppy behavior urging you over.
You scurry over to her, bending down to place a sloppy kiss on the corner of her mouth, she quickly turns her head over to capture you in another kiss but you already backed out and started to put on the strap. She makes a pouty face and puckers her lip out, when you slip into the harness and look back up at her face you squint your eyes playfully.
“You're about to get the strap and you're pouting?” You ask her, entertained.
“Yes, because you're taking too damn long to put it on, and I need you- it now.” She told you batting her eyes at you.
“God, you're so fucking needy.” You tell her in faux annoyance as you finish harnessing the strap and positioning it properly.
“Well I needed you for three weeks and you weren't there so now you're gonna have to deal with it.” She tells you straightening up in the chair, her breast perking up as she moves, your eyes glued to her pale ample breast.
“Be careful what you wish for, love.” You informed her while gripping the back of her thighs abruptly, receiving a squeal from the redhead.
When you pull her closer to you, the strap lightly glides over Natasha's cunt, making her let out a little puff of air to control her harsh breathing. You're smirking from the effect that the strap already has on her.
You move your hips back and forth, the strap following your movements but pressing on Nat’s entrance and nudging her clit.
She lets out a cry, gripping your forearms and squeezing tight. You look at her with a gladden expression, but she doesn't find your teasing so amusing when her eyes snap open and she sends you a warning glare. Your smile falters a little at her sternness, but it returns again when you remember who’s in control.
“Do you want something, baby?” You question her with a raised eyebrow, still smiling brightly.
But Natasha’s face is anything near a smile, she is glaring at you with furrowed eyebrows, something she always does when she doesn’t get what she wants.
She lets go of your forearms and sits up on her elbows while keeping eye contact with your beaming face, “I. Want. Your. Cock. Inside. Me. Now.” She enunciated each word.
You lean in just a little to break the small distance between your faces, biting her bottom lip a bit harshly then running your tongue over it to cool it off. When you lean back you can clearly see her serious facade was fake and breaking, her breathing was uneven while bit her lips, wanting yours back on hers.
“Ask and you shall receive princess.” You tell her cooly, you couldn't tell but she shivered in her spot by the intimate pet name that was only used in the bedroom and nowhere else.
You grab the base of the false cock and line it up with her entrance, moving it around her cunt to gather some juices so it would be easier to go in, but that wasn't enough for you.
“Suck it.” You said all of a sudden, making Nat confused, “Suck the cock, now.” You commanded her with dominance.
It didn't take long for her to move around on the couch when she was face to face with the strap. Her rear was sticking in the air as her thighs were by each of the armrests, she was spread out but you couldn't see the beautiful view. You only saw her alluring backside, her back muscles making an appearance while her collection of freckles spread down her porcelain skin.
She took the strap into her hand and inched her face closer until her mouth was on the tip. She licked it and could taste her own juices, making her stomach do flips. She engulfed the strap in her mouth and began moving her head back and forth, her eyesight only picking up your abs.
You bring your finger down and tilt her head up, she met your gaze timidly. Natasha has only ever been this intimate with you, she never dated anyone when she left the red room and she was closed off to you at first, never paying you any mind. But that all changed one day and she couldn't help but feel way more than she has ever had with anyone, and it didn't take long for you to notice the change in her demeanor and ask her on a date, thinking she would just put you down harshly but it was worth the try because she unexpectedly said yes and its been heaven since.
You place your hand on her head as you lightly push her head into the cock, almost making her gag. But after that she picks up the paste and goes faster, holding your gaze as you looked at her with such admiration.
When the strap was well lubricated you released your grip on her head and she separated from the cock. A string of saliva connected to the strap and her lower lip as she took in a deep breath, braking instantly when she licked her lips. She was now looking at you hungrily and you knew what she wanted and you no longer wanted to wait to give it to her.
“Good girl.” You praised her, putting a few escaped strands of hair behind her ear as she smiled faintly in appreciation.
As she repositioned herself on the chair you wasted no time in stuffing her full with the cock, making her heave and release a low groan. Her head swung back as she sucked in multiple breaths from the instant filling of her cunt.
She was fully leaned back on the chair as you pushed into her again and again, your grunts and her groans mixing together. Her hands were gripped onto the armrests and your hands settled on top of hers for support as you continued to roughly plow into her pussy.
Endless faces of pleasure and euphoria were plastered on her face, she was being brought to heaven over and over again with each of your thrusts. Her pussy made squelching noises as it ate up the cock eagerly, gripping it tighter and tighter.
You were starting to breathe heavily with the quick movements you were doing until you heard a knock. Both of your eyes abruptly opened and your hips stopped moving, as you bottomed out in Natasha, the woman releasing a low whine.
You were about to restart your motions until a voice came from the door to the left of the armchair. You quickly looked over to see that the door was miraculously locked so no one would walk in on such an intimate moment between you both.
Tony's exuberant voice filled in the silence, you squeezed your eyes shut in annoyance thinking how this is the worst time for him to pop in for a conversation. You had to start looking for apartments near the compound, you couldn't take any more of these interruptions when you were with Nat, and you needed more personal space for you both.
“Y/n, I know you're in there. Do you mind if I can come in to have a quick chat?” Tony asked through the door.
You finally spoke up, “No, Tony I’m kind of busy,” You replied looking down to see Natasha’s wide eyes staring right back at you, “You can't come in.” You told him finally, hoping he would take the little hint to leave, but he was Tony.
“Ok then… I'll just have to talk with you through the door then.” He replied matter of factly, making you roll your eyes and suck in a breath, he was such a pain in the ass.
“Tony, this really isn't a goo-” You said getting cut off by his blabbering voice.
“Look I know Romanoff is in there with you.” He told you, your eyes going wide as Nat started to bite her lips in nervousness, “I checked the security feed and saw her running towards you when you left the landing bay. I have never seen that woman run that fast in my whole life! She was like a red blur.” 
You raised your eyebrows in surprise and held back laughter, you could see Nat's eyes bouncing around the room avoiding eye contact at all cost.
“You missed me that much baby?” You asked her in a whisper, enough for Tony not to hear you. She looked at you reluctantly and nodded her head, too shy to speak.
Your face lit up in a smug smile as you sent kisses down her warm neck, reveling in the love she has for you. 
“But I know that she is most likely passed out from not sleeping all those weeks,” Tony interrupts, and your eyebrows furrow as you move your head back to see her face. She is sucking on her cheek when you meet her eyes, she looks so vulnerable right now, and your heartaches at the sight, “She was either in the gym working out for half of the day, on a mission, or stuck in front of the television. Then the week before you came back she locked herself in your room, not even coming out for food.” He finished the last line with a laugh.
You looked down again to see that she had closed her eyes in embarrassment and her hands came up to cover her face. You smiled at her and understood why there were so many snack wrappers littering the bed, she had probably found your secret stash of snacks and finished it.
Tony started blabbering again and you decided to ignore him, slowly moving your hips back and forth with a grin on your face. Natasha’s breath hitched and she uncovered her face with wide eyes, silently asking you what you were doing.
You bowed your head down to whisper, “Finishing what I started.” With a sinister grin.
A small smile crept up her face as she nodded and got comfortable in the chair again. You started to fasten your pace while you started at her face, her eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure as her lips parted to get some more oxygen that she desperately needed.
Then there was another bang on the door, this one louder than the last time. Shaking you and Nat out of your actions, your hips bucked forward harshly from getting surprised by the knock. Natasha releases a loud moan from the strap grazing over the bundle of nerves. You were quick to cover her mouth with your right hand to silence her. If Tony knew you and Nat were having an intense sex session while he was talking with you he would never let either one of you live it down.
“What was that Y/n?” He questioned you, you could hear the curiosity in his voice, but also the playfulness, “Did you hear anything that I just said.”
“No, Tony. I’m in the middle of something.” You said a bit frustratedly pounding into Natasha harder to relieve some of the anger.
She whimpers again as another moan is suppressed by your hand, she's melting beneath you from all the pressure you are relieving in her core.
“Don't worry, I’ll wait for you to finish. I haven't seen my favorite avenger for weeks, I have some new inventions to show you, along with your updated gear.” He told you eagerly, you could practically see him jumping in his spot as he thought of all the new things she wanted to show you.
You mumbled a great that Tony could just barely hear, then you felt Nat chuckle beneath you from your reaction. You rolled your eyes playfully and mimicked Tony as he talked, making the woman burst out with laughter. You had to use both hands to silence her, not wanting Tony to hear. She always made fun of you for your immature nature but didn't fail to laugh every time.
You went to kiss her on the jaw until a loud boom came from behind the door, causing you both to jump. Your hips push into her further causing a loud groan to erupt from the dazzling beauty beneath you.
“That was my repulsor, it packs more of a punch, probably lethal now.” He tells you through the door.
You continue your movements and speed up more, making Natasha squirm in your hold.
“Did you just blow down a wall, again?” You asked him with an incredulous expression.
“I can fix it.” He told you. You knew he had the means to fix it, but you couldn't understand why he was always destroying things for the fun of it.
What you didn't realize was that as you were speaking the force of your thrust grew stronger, the strap making contact with Natasha’s bundle of nerves every time you pushed your hips in.
She was whimpering and whining at the feeling, of you finally being here to relieve the pressure build-up she couldn't relieve herself no matter how hard she tried.
You fail to realize this as your attention is back on her and you put more power into the thrust thinking you went slower while you were talking to Tony. This pushes Natasha over the edge as her body locks in place for a few seconds, making you stop your movements as you examine her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lower lip is fully stuck in her mouth, and her back is arched much higher than it has been.
You are about to ask her what's wrong until her body started to harshly convulse, you would think that she was possessed if you weren't having sex right now. Her hands clung to your biceps, grasping onto you like her body jerks. You have seen this type of orgasm come from her before, she usually shakes uncontrollably then loudly moans afterward.
You removed your hands earlier from her mouth when she started to jerk but you quickly slap your hand over her mouth, a second later she emits a throaty growl, you knew now that you had just relived so much built-up tension within her. Starting to think over the idea of taking shorter missions for her sake.
When she is done howling her body goes limp and her breathing is erratic, you slowly take the strap out from her, receiving some resistance from the grip her pussy has on it. When you finally pull out of her, her hands leave your bicep as her hands fall to her sides. Her eyes remain closed as you back away into the bathroom and wrap the strap up and leave it on the counter for cleaning later.
When you come back to Nat she is still in the same position, catching her breath as she lays limp on the chair. You turn towards the direction of your shared bed and remove all the wrappers, and excess blankets and sweatshirts she placed there prior onto the floor, leaving it as a problem for later.
You then ran back to the bathroom to wet a cloth and clean her up, once done you grab her bridal style from the armchair as she willingly crawled into your arms while her eyes were still closed. You laid her in the bed and that's when you heard another knock from the door, too consumed with helping Natasha you forgot about Tony’s annoying presence.
Debating on how to shoo him off you walked over to the door about to tell him off when you heard a soft mumble come from behind you, you turned around and walked over to Natasha bundled up in the sheets.
“What was that baby?” You asked her as you softly caressed her cheek.
“Stay.” That was all she said as she opened her pristine eyes and reeled you in.
You couldn't deny her, and you weren't going to leave her in the first place. You wanted to spend more time with her before you interacted with the rest of the team knowing that she missed your presence the most out of everyone.
“I will, let me get him off my back real quick.” You told her, giving her a small peck on the lips as she leaned in you backed out towards the door.
You snatched your robe from off the door and slung it around your figure. You opened the door with annoyance as you came face to face with Tony.
Before you can start to berate him, he puts a hand to your face and then looks down at his phone. His eyebrow goes up as his expression lightens, you scoff at his audacity.
“Nevermind, we can put the whole thing on hold, Pepper needs me. I know that you were eager to see the new gadgets but you're gonna have to wait.” He tells you while giving you a quick pat on your shoulder and retreating down the hallway.
You roll your eyes and slam the door shut, anger starting to bubble within you from him interrupting your time with Natasha and then acting as if you were that excited to see his new inventions.
But when you turned around and looked towards your bed to find Natasha all that anger dissipated when you saw her in her ravishing essence. A smile crept up your face as you stared at her.
Her eyes were closed and her face looked so peaceful, you knew that she was soon to enter a deep slumber from earlier activities. You hopped into bed behind her, just as you got settled in she flipped over and was now facing you, your faces inches apart.
“I'm glad you're back.” She told you softly, keeping her eyes closed. She didn't need to check if it was really you because she could smell your scent and felt your steady breath on her face.
“I’m glad I'm back too.” You replied as you moved closer to her, wrapping your arm around her middle.
You could feel her chest rising and falling steadily, and when she didn't respond after a few minutes you knew she had fallen asleep. You were content at this moment wishing to stay here forever, wishing Natasha stayed next to you forever.
Your thoughts about Natasha simmered down as you let sleep overtake you willingly, knowing when you woke up she would be right by your side.
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romanoffshouse · 1 month
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[Y/N being drunk]
Y/N: You're the hottest girlfriend I've ever had.
Natasha: I'm you're wife.
Y/N: OMG THAT'S AWESOME
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auroraromaximoff · 3 months
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(Nat trying to practice flirting)
Nat: I made tea
Y/n: No thanks, I don’t want tea
Nat: The tea isn’t for you, it’s mine
Y/n: Then why mention it?
Nat: *shrugs* Conversation starter?
Y/n: *laughs* That’s a terrible conversation starter
Nat: Oh is it? We’re conversing aren’t we? Checkmate
Y/n: You’re lucky you’re cute
Nat: You think I’m cute? *malfunctions*
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midastouch013 · 8 days
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Hi. I would like to request a Natasha x fem reader one shot where y/n messed up their mission and caused it to fail. They do not live in the compound as they has their own apartment. When they arrived at their apartment, Nat start to yell and blame y/n for the failure. y/n tries to explain but Nat does not want to hear it. Nat then leave the apartment to cool herself down. But while y/n is alone, the enemies come to the apartment and attack her. She tries to call Nat but Nat just ignore her call. She fight with all her might but still got seriously injured. Fast forward to a few hours later when Nat return, she see the carnage and immediately looking for y/n. Nat found y/n barely alive and try to wake her. Y/n open her eyes and then says sorry and i love you to Nat and then pass back out. Nat then rush y/n to medical but not sure if y/n can survive. Whether y/n is okay or not you can decide. Surprise me!!!. I really love if it can be as long and as angsty as possible. But its all up to you. Thank you and happy writing.
Love and Guilt
Summary: Your girlfriend fights with you before you get attacked by Assasins (I'm sorry, I had no idea what to give)
Warnings: Fighting, Arguments, Near death scenario, gunshots, Flatlining, etc.
To The Anon: I'm not sure if this is angsty enough for you, but I hope you liked it
P.S: I am not liking the title, please give me some names for this
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The door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the apartment like a crack of thunder. Natasha's eyes blazed with fury as she rounded on you, her words sharp enough to cut through steel.
"You ruined everything, Y/N!" Her voice echoed off the walls, dripping with accusation. "All that planning, all that work, wasted because of your incompetence!"
Your heart sank like a stone as her words pierced through you. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to explain how things had gone wrong despite your best efforts, but Natasha's anger was a tidal wave, drowning out any attempt at reasoning.
"I don't want to hear your excuses!" she spat, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You were supposed to cover our backs, but instead, you led them straight to us!"
You felt the weight of her disappointment like a physical blow, but you knew there was no use arguing with her when she was like this. With a heavy sigh, Natasha stormed out of the apartment, leaving you alone in the suffocating silence.
Alone, but not for long.
The air suddenly crackled with tension, a warning sign that sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could react, the door burst open, and Hydra agents flooded into the room like a swarm of locusts.
Instinct took over as you launched into action, your training kicking in with precision. You fought with everything you had, each strike fueled by adrenaline and desperation. But for every agent you took down, two more seemed to take their place, an endless onslaught that threatened to overwhelm you.
Despite your skill, despite your determination, you couldn't escape unscathed. A sharp pain lanced through your side as a sniper's bullet found its mark, the force of the impact sending you stumbling backwards.
You gritted your teeth against the pain, clutching at the wound as blood seeped through your fingers. Panic clawed at the edges of your consciousness as you realized the gravity of the situation. You were injured, outnumbered, and Natasha was nowhere to be found.
With trembling hands, you reached for your phone, your fingers slick with blood as you tried to dial Natasha's number. But each attempt was met with the cold sting of rejection, her name flashing on the screen, unanswered.
Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you refused to give in to weakness. With a defiant snarl, you pushed yourself to your feet, determination burning bright despite the darkness that threatened to consume you.
You fought on, a lone figure against an army of shadows, refusing to surrender even as your strength began to wane. And when the last Hydra agent lay defeated at your feet, you slumped to the ground, the world spinning around you as darkness crept into the edges of your vision.
A little rest couldn't hurt anyone, right? --
Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she burst back into the apartment, her eyes widening at the sight of the devastation that surrounded her. Furniture overturned, walls splattered with blood—it was a scene straight out of a nightmare.
But amidst the chaos, her eyes found you, lying pale and still on the floor. Panic surged through her veins as she rushed to your side, dropping to her knees beside you.
"Y/N!" she cried, her voice raw with desperation as she shook you gently. "Y/N, wake up!"
Your eyelids fluttered open, the light dim and distant as you struggled to focus on her face. A weak smile tugged at your lips, stained crimson with blood.
"Nat… I'm sorry…" you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached out to touch her cheek. "I love you…"
Tears welled in Natasha's eyes as she pressed her forehead to yours, her heart breaking at the sound of your apology. "Don't you dare leave me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion. "I need you, Y/N. Please…"
But you had already slipped back into unconsciousness, your body limp and fragile in her arms. With a trembling hand, Natasha scooped you up, cradling you against her chest as she raced towards the door.
She didn't know if you would make it, if you would survive the wounds that marred your body. But she refused to give up hope, refused to let go of the love that bound you together.
With every step, she whispered words of encouragement, her voice a lifeline in the darkness that threatened to consume you both.
And as she burst through the doors of the medical facility, your life hanging in the balance, Natasha's heart pounded with a relentless rhythm as she burst through the doors of the medical facility, her arms cradling you close to her chest. Panic and determination battled for dominance within her as she scanned the room for any sign of hope, she didn't even have the time or heart to start plotting hoe she would murder everyone who had come after you
Yelena, Wanda, and Kate were already there, their expressions a mix of anguish and fury as they rushed to Natasha's side. Their eyes bore into Natasha, accusing and piercing, as they silently demanded answers.
Natasha could feel their anger like a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders as she struggled to find the words to explain. But before she could speak, the rest of the Avengers arrived, their faces etched with worry and concern.
Helen and Bruce were already at work, their expertise the only thing standing between you and the abyss. Time seemed to stretch and warp, each passing moment an eternity as they fought against the clock to save you.
But despite their efforts, your condition remained precarious, your heart faltering and stuttering with every beat. Natasha's hands trembled as she clung to you, her whispered words of encouragement a desperate plea for your survival.
And then, in the midst of the chaos, you flatlined.
A collective gasp filled the room as the monitors screamed their warning, a cacophony of sound that echoed in Natasha's ears like a death knell. Panic surged through her veins as she watched, helpless and terrified, as Helen and Bruce worked tirelessly to revive you.
Time seemed to stand still as they fought to bring you back from the brink, their hands moving with precision and determination. And then, miraculously, your heart stuttered back to life, a weak but steady rhythm that sent a surge of relief coursing through the room.
But the reprieve was short-lived, as you flatlined once again, your body stubbornly refusing to yield to their efforts. Each time you slipped away, a piece of Natasha's heart shattered, the agony of loss threatening to consume her whole.
But, as fate would have it, Helen, came out a little over twenty minutes later, just to say that you were alive, but critical.
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In the days that followed, Natasha refused to leave your side, her guilt a heavy burden that she carried with her every waking moment. She sat vigil by your bedside, her presence a constant reminder of the pain she had caused.
She watched as you lay there, so still and fragile, your breaths shallow and labored. Each day felt like an eternity as she waited, her heart clenching with every rise and fall of your chest.
But then, on the brink of despair, Natasha's prayers were answered. As she leaned over you, her voice trembling with desperation, she pleaded for you to come back to her.
And miraculously, you did.
Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh light as you gazed up at her. Natasha's heart soared with relief, a flood of emotion threatening to overwhelm her as she reached out to touch your cheek.
"Y/N," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "You're awake…"
A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked up at her, your eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Tash," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, but still comforting. "I'm here…"
But before you could say another word, Natasha's composure shattered like glass. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face in your chest, her sobs wracking her body as she clung to you desperately.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she cried, her words muffled against your skin. "I never should have left you. I never should have let this happen…"
You reached out to stroke her hair, your touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay, Tasha," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm against her pain. "I'm okay"
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scarbabe · 5 months
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Y/N, laying naked in Natasha's bed.
Nat: ohhh hiii?
Y/N: You're staring at my body.
Nat: Yeah, cuz you're naked, IN MY BED.
Y/N: UGHH FINEEE, I'LL LET YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WANT TO.
Nat: I didn't ask for sex. I haven't even ask you out.
Y/N: It's fine. Ughhh you're so annoying, you can fuck me, even though I don't want to.
Y/N: I don't like this, but you can go on.
Y/N: I don't like this
Nat: Then we don't have to do it.
Y/N: FUCK ME!!!!
Nat: okay!
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