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blackkwidowed · 2 months

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Imagine kissing Nats bruises and scars after a mission and just being soft and showing her so much love.

I just wanna give Nat a hug tbh

just the entire concept of nat finding it so hard to be vulnerable around anyone but you is both heartbreaking yet the softest most adorable shit ever. here's a little drabble. some darker themes here as well i guess. also, best friend bucky? you got a taste of that here as well. also haven't proofread so sorry

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When the few team mates arrive back off a mission, there's a dark, almost sad, atmosphere among them. Natasha, Bucky, and Clint had gone together for a few days to track something down. They'd come back early, empty handed, bruised, beaten down and overall, unsuccessful.

Natasha had looked the most upset. She hadn't been crying or anything, she just looked glum. She looked like she'd seen something no one wants to see.

Immediately you say your hellos to everyone, glad that they made it back safely and in once piece- albeit a few bruises and minor injuries. Something had happened out there.

You pull Natasha into your arms and there's something about the way she relaxes and sinks against you that makes your concern skyrocket. Fingers running through her hair, you cup the base of her skull in your hand and bring the other to her cheek for her to look at you. "What happened, my love?"

She sighs, the kind of sigh that speaks for itself.

"We found a group of kids. They'd all been locked up by these asshole guys we were trying to find. They'd been brainwashed. Beaten. Taken from their families and forced into whatever the hell kind of project that's been lined up for them."

You flinch, closing your eyes and repeating Natasha's sigh from before. You understand now.

"Got jumped by some security who've had training from God knows where. Good enough to get some hits in, put it that way." She cranes her neck a little, moves her hair out the way, enough to show the budding purple mark under her ear that's making it way across her jaw. "Powerful bunch, these guys. We're gonna need some more planning before we go back in there."

You nod in agreement, tracing your finger gently across the mark and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to the skin.

"Are you okay?" It comes as a whisper, gentle and only just loud enough for her to hear it. "I mean, I know you're not okay as such just. What do you need?"

She smiles gently at you, pushing herself closer to you again and resting her nose in the crook of your neck. "This is good."

You press a kiss to the side of her head, looking up at the guys who're now sat at the breakfast bar of the kitchen, also looking on like they've seen a ghost. You can't help but feel sorry for whatever they've seen, it takes a lot to have them left feeling like this.

You send Nat to your room, telling her you'll be up there in a moment and to get changed out of her suit. Quickly, you make your way over to the boys and rest a hand on each of their shoulders. "You need anything you know where I am, alright?"

They thank you thoroughly, Bucky even slinging an arm around your waist and squeezing lightly as a thank you. "Take care of her, yeah? I think, maybe, she's reminded of everything she went through. It's hit her, this one. Just take care of her."

Bucky's smile is laced with pain, heartache. You don't see him like this often either. You nod at him. "Of course."

What you find in your room is enough to make you angry. Nat's got a fair few bruises, and it makes you want to track down the bastard(s) that managed to leave such a mark on her soul.

She's sat on the end of the bed, glancing over the hand shaped mark on her arm where she'd been grabbed and thrown just hours earlier. She's not even mad that she let her guard down. Normally she'd be upset with herself, but she can't think about it.

You perch at the head of the bed against the pillows, beckoning her over in a gentle tone. She settles into your side and curls an arm around you tightly, as if she's frightened you'll leave. It only makes you grip her tighter.

Peppering gentle kisses to the side of her face, she sighs in relief and sinks somehow deeper into you, nuzzling into your neck. You're warm, familiar, comforting, you're everything she needs in a time of need.

"Thank you," she whispers against your skin.

"For what, baby?"

"Being here when I need you."

You smile softly, raising a hand to her face and brushing your fingers across her cheek. You kiss her softly, slowly, so gentle she has to pull you even closer so you'll kiss her firmer. Your lips move against hers and it might just be the highlight of Natasha's day, feeling you like this.

"You don't ever have to thank me. You know that's what I'm here for." You continue stroking her cheek, down her neck, and back up. Touches like this are her favourite. It warms her heart when she remembers the bruise on the side of her face, and the fact that your touch is so gentle against her skin that the contact with the bruise doesn't bother her even a little bit. "I love you."

Natasha hums softly, moving to lay on top of you now. She kisses you again, whispering against your mouth. "I love you."

You hold her close, hands running across her hips, fingers trailing up her back. She lays on you, nuzzled in and as close as possible. You don't ever want either of you to move, this is where you're content. This is your happy place.

She's relaxed now, happier, and you know today's at the back of her mind still but for a moment, she can forget about it. She feels safe now, comforted. You're her happy place, her everything, her lifeline. To her, you make it worth it.

"Get some sleep for me okay?" You murmur into her hair.

You feel her nod against where she lays on your chest. "Only if i can stay here."

You give a soft laugh, rubbing a hand up her back and tangling into red hair. "Always."

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star-xxx1 · 6 months

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Cervix kisses 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too." You whimper out.

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

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

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

"Shhh." She soothed you.

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

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marveicinematics · 10 months

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the roommate (natasha x reader, smut)

Summary : You get a little too nosy about your roommate’s life, and she decides to make you forget about all your questions.

Pairing : Nathasha Romanoff x female reader.

Words : 1,345.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, squirting.

Note : Repost from a post I unwillingly deleted!

“Where have you been?“ You shouted when Natasha walked inside the apartment, shoving her bag against the wall before sitting down on the couch.

“Nowhere.“

Natasha had been your roommate for three weeks, now. Most of the time, the two of you had fun. It was nights out with drinks, watching Netflix all day long, ordering pizza while chatting about your ex-lovers and experiences. You found out about pieces of her life, mostly insignificant details. Like, that one time she had a threesome with two girls in a luxury hotel bathroom. Details that were described enough for you to start soaking your panties right next to her, sitting on the damn couch.

Natasha was attractive. No, she was stunning and hot and mostly fuckable. You stopped counting the number of times you pleasured yourself thinking about her body and how sassy she was. Her whole attitude was making you weak on your knees, and you stopped trying to hide it, at some point.

But Natasha was hiding so much from you. One of the things she refused to tell you was where she was, when she disappeared for days.

“You know I almost called the cops, right? It’s been almost a week.“

“Missing me, babe?“ She teased, a smirk on her face as your cheeks turned a warmer shade of red hearing the pet name she just gave you.

“I was worried.“ You replied, crossing your arms against your chest.

The seriousness emanating from your stance must have cool her down, because she sighed loudly, and left the living room, walking straight toward her bedroom.

“Natasha, wait!“ You shouted, following her, determined to find out what your roommate was up to.

She simply ignored your plead, entering the bedroom without giving you a look. When you arrived, Natasha was standing nearby her bed, her t-shirt shoved on the floor, revealing a push-up bra you had never seen before. It wasn’t the first time you saw Natasha half-naked, but you couldn’t help to stop and stare. Fuck, she was the definition of sex appeal.

“Like what you see, babe?“

She must have noticed your reaction, because she didn’t look as bothered from your presence, now. Her smirk was back on her face and this sparkle in her eyes would let you know that she wasn’t going to let you go this easily.

“I’m sorry, we will talk later.“ You mumbled, taking a step back as Natasha was walking towards you.

“Oh, come on.“ She said, closing the space in between you. “You seem so stressed, lately. Let me take care of you, just for once, okay? You know I’m good at this.“

You froze. It wasn’t because of the fact that she mentioned that you looked stressed lately, despite the fact that you hadn’t seen her in days. It wasn’t because of the way her hand grabbed your shorts to push them down your legs, revealing your panties. No, you froze because no matter how many times you had thought about Natasha fucking you senseless, hearing her say it made your pussy clenched faster than ever before.

“Oh, my god. Someone’s wet already.“

You didn’t even realize how her fingers disappeared between your bodies before she actually touched you. Right there, rubbing your clit through the fabric of the panties, making moan louder than you should have. She was right, you were already wet for her. And you had no idea how to control it.

Your mouth found hers, and it was really your only reaction. Kissing her, tasting her pink lips for the first time, so she wouldn’t say anything that would make you dripping wet in a matter of seconds. Natasha reciprocated the kiss so fiercely, as if she had been waiting for it. Maybe she was. You were, at least. You thought about it every time she smiled, every time she bit down her lower lip, every time you heard moans coming from her room and you knew she had her own hand buried deep between her thighs.

You were getting sweaty just from the kiss and the way her fingers worked wonders against your panties. Taking one step back, you took your shirt off, revealing your naked chest. Once again, that sparkle in Nat’s eyes. You knew you were in for a good time. Laying down on her bed, you spread your legs as wide as you could. She crawled on the bed, right between your thighs, and it was the most erotic vision you ever had. Her expert hands took your panties off your body and, before you knew it, her mouth was against your pussy, devouring it.

“Fuck, Nat!“ You screamed as you felt her tongue licking your slits eagerly, eyes locked with yours. “That’s so hot, baby.“

You felt her fingers tightening against your thighs, probably leaving bruises along the way, but you loved it. Eyes rolling back and heart racing, you felt Nat’s tongue entering your cunt as deep as she could. It wasn’t just a guess, you already knew this would be the best fuck of your life.

“Oh god, yes. Keep going, please.“

You didn’t even know why you were so talkative. As if she was going to stop. Her fingers started massaging your clit, and soon enough she was ruthlessly touching it, sending shivers down your spine.

“Wait,“ you tried to speak between loud moans, feeling your pussy clench around her tongue already. “You’re gonna... You’re gonna make me cum.“

It didn’t seem to stop her. Her tongue left your pussy, only for two of her fingers to dive deep inside you, curling just a little, exactly how you needed it — right there. Fingering you as hard as she could, her second hand was still abusing your swollen clit. You felt it build, stronger and stronger, deep inside yourself. It wasn’t like any orgasm you had before. It was deep and strong, it was taking its time, making you scream in anticipation. She took you right there, on the edge of the most breath-taking orgasm. Your legs trembling already, the sound of her fingers slamming inside your wet pussy, your heavy breath as you felt everything around you spin.

And you came, squirting on her bed in a way you never even knew was possible. You came hard, screaming incoherent words as her fingers kept fucking you.

“That’s it, baby“ you heard her say, “let it all out“. And her fingers wouldn’t stop, even when you thought you were done.

“Natasha, I can’t...— Oh my god, oh my god, yes.“

She didn’t stop, even after you finished squirting. Her fingers covered with your orgasm, she kept fucking your oversensitive pussy harder than before. You felt it build again inside you, so quickly. There was no way she was making you cum again, was there?

“Once again, be a good girl, yeah?“

You don’t even know why you nodded, whispering “yes“. You were just lost in pleasure and sensations you had never ever felt before. The orgasm was nearing again, and Natasha could feel it. While she fingered you a little slower, her tongue found your clit, licking it up and down expertly. Once again, your eyes rolled back. And once again, you knew she was going to make you cum. Hard.

One of your hand grabbed her hair, pushing her face against your needy cunt. You wanted to cum, you needed it. Your hips started to thrust back at her fingers’ pace, feeling them slamming harder and deeper inside you. Damn, she was hitting that spot again.

“Fuck, I’m coming again. Baby, don’t stop, I’m coming again!“

It was only a matter of seconds, and you were riding your second orgasm. Not as strong as the first one, but enough for you to see stars and heavens.

“Oh! Fuck!“ You screamed shamelessly. “Natasha, fuck fuck fuck fuck yes!“

Your dirty mouth seemed to amuse her. When you opened your eyes again, she was staring down at you, smirking again.

“Up for round two, babe?“

That’s when you knew. Natasha would not let you sleep, tonight.

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katyaromanoffpetrova · 2 months

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It's Lights Out And Away We Go

Natasha isn't the only one obsessed with the motorcycle her wife got her. Turns out it's perfect for knocking Katya's ego down a notch as well.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost Series) - Wordcount: 1.4k - No warnings :) Masterlist

A/N: thank you @milfs69420 for the idea! Hope this is what you had in mind :)

Most men had a motorcycle to escape their wives, let's be honest. A reason to hide in the garage and go out for long drives. A hobby "for themselves" that their wives hated.

Natasha was the opposite. While she loved riding her bike instead of the car when the weather was nice, she didn't often go touring just for fun. Not alone, at least. After an hour, she was bored and missed her partner.

But every now and then, it was a nice way to clear her head. The weather was beautiful today and Katya was at work, so she'd taken the opportunity to pull her shiny new motorcycle out of the garage, driving aimlessly until her fuel meter flickered red.

Pulling up at a gas station, Natasha turned her engine off and kicked out the stand. A group of bikers—black leather, long beards, broad-shouldered—watched her from a distance, half of them mounted on their bikes, half enjoying the shadows of the small gas station store. They were intimidating to most, the reputation of biker gangs not helping their image, but Natasha wasn't bothered, twisting the fuel tank cap by her seat off.

Her helmet gave her a sense of anonymity on the streets that she didn't often get to experience otherwise. While her long red braid peeked out from underneath, she wasn't immediately seen as Natasha the Avenger. Right now, she was just a woman, dressed in black, on a very, very nice motorcycle.

"Nice bike!"

She looked up from the fuel nozzle in her hand, her visor popped open just enough to see, but not enough to get recognized. One of the bikers had called out to her, an appreciative smile on his bearded face. It wasn't the first time people gave her bike hearteyes, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Thanks!"

As expected, he came over to her, leaving his helmet on his motorcycle. Men could never resist something pretty. "How fast does she go?" He asked. His plaid shirt was tight around his thick arms, his leather vest worn in as he held onto it. He looked nice enough.

"Do they ever go fast enough?" Natasha joked, hearing Katya's warning voice in her head that yes, the bike could definitely go too fast.

A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "No, they don't." Now that he stood closer, he gave her bike another thorough once-over, nodding appreciatively. "You take good care of her, she's like new."

"She is still pretty new," Natasha answered. Talking to strangers wasn't usually her favorite, but he had genuine interest in something she was proud of and enthusiastic about, so she was happy to chat. "It was a gift."

"A gift?" The man whistled through his teeth. "You must have done something right."

Natasha grinned. "You'll have to ask my wife."

It's a good thing her mouth was covered by her helmet, because her smile showed exactly how she felt about that wife of hers. To be safe, she averted her shimmering eyes too, watching the numbers on the pump climb as the gas poured into her tank.

"Your wife?" The man exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh, his beer belly shaking. Clearly he wasn't used to wives being supportive of this hobby. "You're a lucky woman. I wish my wife was into this."

"She's not. Not really. But she knows that I am." Natasha pulled the fuel nozzle out of the tank, careful not to scratch the paint. He must be hearing the fondness in her voice as she spoke of Katya. "Cars are her thing."

"Then she did her research, because this is a beauty. Don't often see rare ones like these." Once more, his eyes glided over the bike, trying to take in every detail.

"Yeah, sometimes in life you get lucky, I guess," Natasha joked.

"Some more than others." He laughed, offering her his gloved hand. "I'm Rufus by the way."

"Natasha." She smiled, firmly shaking his hand. It almost engulfed hers. This was such a normal, human interaction. A stranger who talked to her just because they both loved the same things. It was so refreshing and unusual.

"If you'd ever want to join us, it'd be great to have you. It's just us men today, but we have women riding with us too." Rufus followed her gaze to his buddies who were too busy joking with each other. "Promise they aren't half as bad as they look."

Natasha didn't expect to feel excited at his offer. This man had no clue who she was, but he hoped she'd stick around for her personality and shared interests alone. She couldn't wait to tell Katya this. "Thank you."

Rufus nodded once. "I'll let you get on your way." His heavy boots took a step back to make space when she kicked up the bike stand. "Thank you for blessing us with this today."

"You're welcome," Natasha mused proudly, turning the key over in the ignition. With a roar, the engine came to life, and she heard Rufus's delighted groan over the rumbling. For good measure, she revved the engine a few times, grinning widely as she shut her visor and shot away from the gas station.

As Natasha lazily weaved in and out of traffic, she couldn't stop smiling. Her interaction with Rufus was such a stupid thing to be excited about. Someone complimented her motorcycle, how exceptional! But it was way more than that.

Rufus made her feel wanted and welcome. He invited her to join them. Someone wanted to be her friend for the simple fact that they had the same hobby, not because she was useful or famous. And she was as giddy about that as a kid getting an invite for a classmate's birthday party.

He'd also unintentionally reminded her of just how privileged she was. An expensive motorcycle between her thighs, the money she and Kat had to get themselves these nice things, but most of all a supportive wife who bought her the bike. It wasn't a given to have a partner like that.

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered happily thinking about her happy, good little life.

Fifteen minutes from home, something colorful caught Natasha's eye in the distance. It was hard to tell because of the reflecting sunlight on all the car roofs, but as she came closer, she could start to make out the distinctive orange color between the rest of traffic.

Slowly, she came closer, squinting her eyes trying to make out the number plate, but it should have been pretty obvious that it was who she thought it was. Who in New York had the exact same car, in that color, and managed to drive it that shitty?

With a smirk, she sat up and called Katya, hearing the call connect through the earbuds in her ears.

"Hi! I'm almost home."

"I know." Natasha smirked, now only four cars behind.

There was a short pause as Katya processed that answer. "Are you stalking me?" She accused her with a chuckle. Right then, Natasha merged behind her car, weaving slowly to pull Katya's attention to her rearview mirror. She knew it worked when a gasp came through the phone. "Oh, hey!"

"Hello," Natasha mused, speeding up until she drove next to Katya's window, giving her a small wave. "Fancy seeing you here."

Katya stared at her for longer than was safe. "It has to be illegal for you to drive around on that thing. You're a distraction to all the other drivers."

"Is that why you drive like a drunk grandma?" Natasha saw her scowl through the window.

"Take that back."

Natasha's sly smile widened. "I'll take it back if you press your foot on the gas pedal."

"I can beat you home if I wanted to."

"Bet."

"Bet." Katya adjusted her seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "We start at the next sign post."

Natasha pressed her chest closer to her motorcycle, wrapping her fingers securely around the handles. "Enjoy the view off my ass, because that's what you're going to be looking at the whole way home."

"Prepare to have it beaten."

It was a losing game for Katya. Natasha was the better driver and she had a more agile vehicle that crept into places the car couldn't. By the time she pulled up on the driveway at home, Natasha had already parked her bike inside and pretended to wait impatiently on the porch.

Katya woke up the next day to find a sticker on her car.

"Warning: Slow moving vehicle."

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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Summary: Natasha still needs to be told to take a break sometimes. That’s what she has you for.

The Proposal Masterlist

A/n: hey guys… she’s back! just a short little fic for our fav ♥️

Take a Break

“Natasha,” you say for the third time. She looks up from her computer, eyes unfocused and her hair all over the place. You can see from here the bags underneath her eyes and the exhaustion creeping along her form. You’re positive that her back is killing her, and you can see how she keeps stretching her cramping hands. “You’ve been working for hours, how about you take a break, love?”

“I’m almost done,” she distractedly answers. “I need to get this done before the 11th.”

“That’s two week away,” you laugh. “You have plenty of time before then. Come on, it’s time to go to sleep.” The twinkling city lights are glimmering behind her from the huge windows in her home office. The sun has long since gone down, and even the bustle of the city’s nighttime noise has died down. You’ve had enough of sleeping in a cold bed for the past few nights, and you know Natasha well enough to know that she won’t take a break without you prompting her.

When she doesn’t move, you pad over to her desk and turn her spinning chair towards you. Gently, you cup her cheeks in your hand and brush a stray curl out of her face. You don’t think she does it consciously, but she leans into your touch and her eyes flutter shut.

“I have to keep working,” Natasha mumbles, her voice breaking. Not a lot of people get to see her like this with her guard down, and you consider yourself lucky to be one of those few.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how beautiful she is, even when she’s exhausted. Yes, there are bags underneath her bloodshot eyes and the gray sweatpants she’s wearing are beyond wrinkles and stained, but she’s still the most stunning woman you’ve ever seen.

“Not tonight, you don’t,” you respond just as quietly. “You’ve done a week's worth of work already. You have time to relax.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when Natasha sets her jaw and stubbornly replies, “I don’t want to.”

Maybe it’s time to switch tactics. “I’m sentencing you to cuddle with me in bed,” you announce, grabbing her hand and pulling her to follow you. “For at least 12 hours.”

“Just five more minutes,” she pleads, looking completely pitiful. She even gives you the puppy dog eyes as she childishly refuses to move with you.

“Nope,” you respond cheerily. “Someone’s got to take care of you, and I’m pretty sure if I called Yelena she would agree.”

“That’s not fair,” she protests. “Why would you bring her into this?”

“Because I have to blackmail you into coming to bed with me.” You keep trying to pull her with you, and she eventually relents. Instinctively, you thread your fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles while she treads behind you. “Come on sleepy.”

“M’ not sleepy,” she argues, but you know that she’s just being stubborn at this point. “Just need to close my eyes.”

“Sure,” you agree easily. “You need to close your eyes for a quick little 12-hour nap.”

Natasha nods along and you grin at her. She’s following along behind you, her eyes half-closed as she lets you lead her.

Once you’re in the bedroom, Natasha gives up on trying to not look tired. She flops down on the bed, her tank top riding up to show you a sliver of skin. You shrug off your hoodie and lay down beside her, your hand tracing patterns across her back. Her head turns towards you, and the corner of her mouth ticks up in a tired smile. Slowly, she cups your face in her hand and thumbs your lip before kissing you softly. “Thanks, baby,” she says, and your heart melts.

“Of course. I have to take care of my girl, right?” you respond, grinning at her and pulling her closer to you. Her head finds its place against your chest and you kiss the crown of head, smoothing her hair down in the process. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep like that, on top of the covers, holding onto you.

Sometimes she just needs to be reminded to take a break. But that’s what she has you for.

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fict1onallyobsessed · 1 year

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[ OCT 31 ] - Doing So Well

[ Kinktober prompt ] - Praise kink

[ Pairing ] - Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader 18+

God, you missed her so much. And by the way she looked at you when she walked through the door, her heavy bag hanging lazily off her shoulder before she dropped it onto your floor, she missed you too.

Her fallen eyes showed you just how exhausted she was, despite the obvious lack of sleep, she smiled gently at you. Her famous side smile, the one she knew you loved and adored. It made you melt.

“Hey, baby.” You hugged her waist, supporting her as much as you could as she leaned against you. The mission must of gone okay, but was probably not as easy as the report had said. “I missed you.”

She hummed against your neck, pecking it once as a silent agreement that she did too. After missions like these she loved to cuddle, and that’s what you first did technically do, but the second Nat started nipping at your jawline you knew she was in need of more. She let out a subtle whine as your hands slipped under her shirt, scratching carefully across her back.

“Please, I’ve missed you.”

You turned her over, her back now laying on the mattress. Regardless of where she was though she’d look at you with the same innocent look as always. Her red hair scattered across the pillows her head laid on, so fucking beautiful underneath you.

Your hands ran from her shoulders, down between her breasts and just barely above the hem of her shorts. Her hips bucked a little, a small frown on her face from your unneeded teasing.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

Redness covered her face, still her hand coming up to clasp your wrist, slowly moving it even further downwards and into her shorts. Her mouth fell open slightly when she felt your fingers on her clit, eyes immediately licking with yours. She loved a very few specific things, and somehow you managed to tick each box each time.

“That feel good, huh?” You kept looking into her eyes as her wrist tightened on your wrist, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing. “Such a good girl for me, Nat. Doing so well.”

“Please, don’t stop.” She gasped when you punched her clit, instantly getting back to circling it a moment after. Her whines and whimpers turned into small moans, ones you relished so much. Her back arched as her head dug into the pillows beneath her. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? Your taking it so well, my love. So pretty underneath me.”

She whimpered at your words, throwing her head back as you leaned down, kissing the skin on her neck before speeding up your fingers. You liked it like this, taking care of your girl, showing her she is loved, so pretty.

“I’m gonna cum-” You couldn’t even respond, she was already rolling her eyes back before you pulled away from her neck, watching as her lips fell open into a silent scream. Your guided her through her orgasm until she was off her high, breathing heavily into the air as she opened her eyes to look at you again.

“That’s it, good girl.” You kissed all over her face, making sure to kiss her lips deeply before you pulled away. Her hair was a little messed up, lips swollen from biting on them, eyes still heavily from tiredness. “You did so well for me.”

She pulled your closer so you were laying on top of her, her arms enveloping your shoulders so that you were comfortably cuddled together. Her lips kissed your hairline before she exhaled, eyes dropping with sleep.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

“You’re welcome, Nat.”

THE END

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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hii! could u write wandanat x fem!ballerina!reader? there’s a studio in the tower and r takes ballet very seriously and practices till she gets it perfect, over and over. wandanat come home from a mission and find r exhausting herself and have to convince her to take a break. very fluffy ending

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader x Wanda Maximoff

word count: ~400 words

warnings: swearing, perfectionism, implied smut in the end.

a/n: and this is how we kick off the sleepover :) thank you for already sending in so many asks n i still will be acceptin asks till this friday! :)

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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist ・❥・ Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

You repeat your movements again and again trying to perfect it. Each time trying to outdo the last. Today was the perfect opportunity, both of your girlfriends were gone on a joint mission, alongside Steve Rogers and you had the studio to yourself. No interruptions, no distractions.

Looking at the mirror you scoff and curse at yourself, only to repeat your movements, using a bot that Tony had developed especially for you to examine and analyze your movements. When the machine wrote 98,01% accuracy on the screen, you felt like screaming. You sank to your feet and buried your head in your chest before moving to take off your ballet shoes and put on your other pair.

The touch of someone else hands stops you and startles you. Maybe it was Vision, he had done something similar before and he almost never left the compound. Only for your eyes to come across Natasha's beautiful shiny green eyes, and a gentle smile sitting on her lips.

"Maybe you should take a break." Her soft voice warms your heart followed by the sound of Wanda's voice. "You're exhausting yourself this way, look at the exercises with fresh eyes in the morning. It's way too late, you need your rest, my love."

You blink and look outside. It was bright darkness, you could have sworn it was still days just a few minutes ago. Looks like you got too much inside your head again.

"I-I just wanted to perfect my set."

"I know baby, I know." Natasha's soft lips press against your knuckles and she lays on the floor laying her head on your legs.

"We can all train together tomorrow. Have a nice breakfast, take a walk and then come up to the studio and dance our hearts away, how does that sound to you, my angel?"

"It sounds perfect, darling. What do you think, y/n?"

You chuckle to yourself running your fingers through Natasha's luscious red curly hair while Wanda rests her head against your shoulder.

"Alright." You sigh deeply but then your worried face transforms into a grin. "But I call dips on the shower." You point out looking at them still wearing their stealth suits.

"Oh, no, that's gonna be a group adventure."

"You know how much water we're gonna waste right?"

"Hmm, then maybe fun first, shower later?"

"Sounds good to me."

Suddenly you were being lifted to your feet followed by thunderous laughter and everything felt right in the world.

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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Stop forgetting who you belong to.

Warnings: implied non con, abusive relationship, toxic relationship, angst, smut, blurb, Drabble, short(obviously)

WC: 150+

🦇

“(Y/N), open the fucking door!” Natasha beats her fists against the car window, screaming at you from outside. You tremble in the corner of the backseat, and watch helplessly as the glass begins to break.

With one more hit, the glass shatters and she reaches in to unlock the door. She opens it, and crawls in over you. She quickly puts a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

She rushes to get her fingers inside your pussy, and starts thrusting them in and out quickly. You let out a choked whimper, silently begging her to stop.

As you reach your orgasm, she pulls away and slaps you in the face. She pulls you out of the car and puts you in the front passenger seat, and buckles you up, then handcuffing you.

She gets in and grabs the keys from your pocket. “Stop forgetting who you belong to, slut,” she says harshly, before flooring it.

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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dating natasha romanoff

A/N - My "dating Bucky barnes" HC post did really well so I thought I’d make one of these ramblings for all the characters I enjoy writing about if that’s okay! :) so here’s some short random thoughts on what it’d be like dating natasha romanoff

Natasha would be somewhat outgoing when she first meets you. She’s eager to talk to you, get to know you, impress you, everything. She’s witty and interesting, not letting herself get too tripped up by having a crush.

But that isn’t to say she doesn’t have some weak moments. When you two officially start dating, she would practically crumble when you’d really flirt back at her or give her a compliment or offer small gestures like holding the door

When Natasha isn’t in control, she doesn’t know what to do sometimes so you were both a troubling and welcomed presence in her world

Natasha seems like the type of girlfriend who would love cooking for you. It’s a secret little thing she has stored away and while she doesn’t make the most elaborate dinners, she gets excited when you eat what she’s made. Sandwiches, soup, salads, anything.

She probably will also be the one to make coffee in the morning and have your cup ready to go for you, just how you like it because Natasha remembers these details

"Here you go. Two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk." "You literally fell from heaven, huh? You're an angel?" "You're dramatic, babe."

Natasha would love to hear about your day. She seems like such a great listener given her background and history and she definitely will not accept it when you’re like, "oh today was fine." She wants step-by-step accounts because she just genuinely wants to know what her partner has been up to.

Can be a little nosy! She’s the curious type without a doubt

She can also absolutely be clingy and touchy at times but only in certain cases, like if she’s tired or tipsy, and you love that. Could see her even get a bit whiny when you two are alone.

Her crumbling when you are alone is a constant. She has to be the loving, protective girlfriend in public but alone her defenses are down and its just so sweet to see

Dates with Natasha would always be very chill. She probably just enjoys going on walks or listening to music or lunch at a restaurant. Sometimes you’re able to pull her out to a bar or somewhere more loud and interactive but its rare. She just enjoys someone else’s company.

Random thought but Natasha probably enjoys Mountain Dew and you try all the time to get her to stop drinking it because everyone knows it’s not good for you but alas…

“Honey, this drink is like neon yellow.” “Sweetheart I love you but take your hand off the cup.”

Going along with Natasha being protective, she can easily get jealous. It doesn’t manifest in obvious ways but when someone comes up who is very clearly hitting on you, the jealousy is there. Maybe she squeezes your waist a little tighter or grabs your hand at random times.

That’s when you immediately know what’s up and, honestly, you like to comfort her. Natasha very rarely lets such walls down so to see her vulnerable lets you know that she loves and trusts you. You’re always glad to be her person in that way.

Natasha does like to show you off but you’re much more about showing her off on social media. Natasha doesn’t totally care for social media — she tried learning about it after Yelena bugged her but that didn’t pan out well — so you take it upon yourself to post about her, share photos, and gush over her, even if she will likely never see it.

"Is this another one for your social feed, love?" Natasha would ask after you asked her to smile while you held up your camera. "Yes, not say 'cheese!'" And she's happily oblige.

But it’s okay, your followers love it. And people definitely text Natasha about it when you post a new pic. She’ll pretend to be annoyed or shy about it but secretly, it makes her all gooey and warm on the inside.

It would take little convincing to start a family with Natasha. Natasha seems to hold an admiration for children so once she realizes you’re The One, she’d be totally on board with whatever you wanted, adoption or having a surrogate or whatever. I have many thoughts on mom!Natasha so maybe that’ll be another set of headcanons.

Being with Natasha can kind of be chaotic, especially if she is still taking missions and stuff, but really, at the end of the day, it all just makes sense with her. You’re each other's rock and it’s incredibly strong. She offers the greatest support, and the best shoulder to lean on.

She’s faithful and dedicated in all that she does and that carries into her relationships, no matter what.

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

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star-xxx1 · 17 days

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Sticky situations 18+

Ex!Natasha Romanoff x Crazy!Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes natty?" You chimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comments would be appreciated <3333

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

pairing : natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings : +18, r has praise kink but that’s also me projecting, not proofread

event : kinktober 2022

you kneeled in front of her, keeping your hands behind your back just as she ordered. you felt yourself growing impatient, natasha was simply sitting on the couch cleaning her gun.

“stop it,” she noticed you were rubbing your thighs together, seeking the stimulation. you tried to stay still and kept your gaze low. “good girl,” she praised and caressed your cheek.

“now, open your mouth,” she ordered, smirking at you. you opened your mouth, watching as she moved forward. natasha pushed her gun past your lips, you gaped surprised.

“go on,” she licked her lips, waiting. you licked it, unsure about what you were doing, then started sucking it, bobbing your head. the feeling of the gun on your tongue was strange but you trusted nat.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” she praised you again, watching attentively how your mouth moved around the gun. you found yourself staring at her chest, you could peak her nipples through her vest. “eyes on me,” you moved your gaze on her face, meeting her eyes.

“come here,” she let the gun slip out of your mouth and patted her thighs. you got up and sat on her lap, gently grabbing her shoulders to get more comfortable. “you’re being so good,” nat kissed your nose and you smiled timidly.

you stared at her while nat moved your panties aside, cold hitting your warm core. she moved the gun towards your center and you bit your lip, watching her hand and the gun disappearing between your legs.

“get yourself off,” she whispered against your lips, eliciting a low moan from you. you felt the gun softly brush against your clit and closed your eyes. “c’mon baby, i know you want to,” nat started kissing your neck, her lips and tongue tracing your skin.

you grabbed her shoulders more firmly and met the gun held by her hand. you started grinding on it, the sensation was foreign but you enjoyed it any way. nat enjoyed the little noises coming from your parted lips while your arousal gushed out of your entrance.

you grew desperate and started moving without rhythm. at that, nat pushed the barrel of the gun inside you, making you gasp. she started thrusting into you with it, at first at a slow pace and then faster, wanting you to reach your orgasm soon.

her eyes watched your face, your lips were parted and your eyes were closed, you were moaning while riding the gun faster, feeling close to release. “that’s it, give it to me,” she grabbed your face with the other hand, her thumb caressing your lower lip.

“ohh, nat…” you whined. you came around the gun while nat kept thrusting into you slowly, her palm brushing against your swollen clit. “what a beautiful mess you made,” she praised while looking down at her gun.

without second thinking, she licked it clean under your eyes. you found it extremely hot and couldn’t help but moan, nat smirked and then pushed aside her gun, grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. you could taste yourself on her tongue, your arms moved around her neck and you lost yourself in the heated kiss.

an : i’m a slut for nat, i’m not even kidding lol. she can do whatever she wants with me… not one of the best i wrote lmao but here it is so yeah, hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading !! <3

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lis-likes-fics · 2 years

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helping them undress as they tiredly tell you their day in brief

with nat?

A/N: I guess there's like...a nudity warning. Anyway, I got super distracted while writing this because I got on tiktok and then my phone died so I got onto my phone for that and then I forgot I was writing because I started checking my Wattpad notifs. But what is that if not the writing process? Anyway, I'm back and now I will go back to writing a fic. Thx! <3

Natasha kissed you as she greeted you at the door. You smiled at her, looping your arms around her neck. “How was your day, baby?” you questioned as she led you backwards to your shared room.

She groaned slightly, pushing open the door and closing it behind her with her foot. “I’ll tell you if you get me out of these damn clothes,” she compromised.

You nodded with a chuckle, “With pleasure.”

You began pushing her jacket off her arms as she sighed, her hands only leaving your waist to help you out. “I had tons of paperwork to do. You would think being one of Fury’s favorites would exempt you, but it doesn’t—which is unfair.”

You chuckled, folded her jacket over your arm before tossing it to the chair absentmindedly. Your eyes found hers again as you toyed with the hem of her shirt. “Hill and I had to debrief some newbies. One of them hit on me.”

You looked up at her through your lashes, pulling her shirt up and over her head before kissing the tip of her nose. “Mine,” you told her before pulling her into your chest for a moment.

She laughed, “He only has a shot if I’m trying to make you jealous—and I’m not, so you have nothing to worry about…unless you piss me off.”

You shook your head, grabbing a hold of the button of her jeans. You pulled her closer by them, your face inches apart from hers as you unfastened her jeans, undoing her zipper just the same as she stared you down. She raised a brow at you and you pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before you moved on and pulled down her pants. “Anyway,” she hummed gratefully, “remember that bitch, Lopez?”

You were undoing the clips on her bra as you hummed, eyeing her momentarily at the mention of Natasha’s work foe. When you undid it, you opened a drawer to the dresser and grabbed one of the oversized t-shirts while she threw her bra with her pile of clothes. “She got fired for mishandling evidence,” she smirked, biting her lower lip and bobbing her brows.

You smiled at her in disbelief, putting her shirt on over the top of her head. “Really?” you breathed. She nodded excitedly, unable to contain her joy at the leave of the thorn in her side. You licked your bottom lip as you examined Natasha’s body, “Good, she was a terrible agent.”

She hummed before her arms wrapped around your body. She tossed the both of you into the bed, pulling you into her chest and sighing as she rested her eyes, “Okay…now lemme just…rest here for a moment.” You chuckled and agreed, cuddling closer to her to bask in her presence.

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isabelldrabbles · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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[ OCT 3 ] - Heavy Assist

[ Kinktober prompt ] - Thigh riding

[ Pairing ] - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 18+

“What do you want to do?” You asked Nat for the tenth time in a span of an hour. She only shrugged and continued to watch you as you spun around in your chair. She came into your room because she felt ‘lonely’ but just got onto your bed, leaned against the headboard and placed her hands behind her head, watching you do your face routine for the last hour.

“I have a couple ideas.” You could practically hear her smirk, and when you looked into the mirror to look at her behind you it was hard to keep your own off your face. You raised your brow and spun to face her, watching her silent as she licked her lips with a suggestive grin. “Come here.”

You scoffed and pushed your body off the chair, slowly walking towards her not breaking eye contact once. Once you got to your bed, you crawled up to her and straddled her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck while leaning down.

“What’s your ideas?” Her lips barely skimmed yours before she leaned up to try and kiss you. However you were faster, pulling away just in time to miss her kiss and look down at with a teasing smile.

“Maybe I should just show you.”

Before you knew it she grabbed your hips and brought her knee up right into your centre. Your mouth fell slightly open, eyes shut as your hips automatically bucked against her thigh.

“Oh-fuck.” You breathed, trying to thrust again only for her to pull away. “Come on, Nat. This was your idea.”

“You’ve not given me a sign you actually want it.” Her hands slipped under your shirt, nails gently scratching where she knew were your most sensitive places. Your eyes scanned her face, lips crushing into hers as your hips bucked into her thigh which was now bought up again.

“I want you so bad, please baby.” Your hips kept thrusting against her clothed thigh, your shorts doing absolutely nothing to protect you from the material of her jeans. “Fuck-”

“Does that feel good?” She teased, kissing across your cheek before she gently but at your earlobe, eventually making her way down into your neck to mark as she wished. She liked seeing you on top of her, whether that be you riding her in anyway or you actually topping her. But there was something about seeing you so frail, so fucking beautiful as she laid there and assisted you in anyway.

“So good.” You barely managed to breathe as you felt yourself clench around nothing, your clit only begging for more friction as you bucked faster. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my thigh, princess? That’s it, keep doing that, pretty girl.”

You did as she said, placing your head into the crook of your neck as your whines started to get higher. Without thinking, mind clouded by pleasure, you bit into Nat’s shoulder definitely leaving a mark in her skin. She groaned and grabbed your hips tighter, helping you get that extra bit of friction you couldn’t yourself.

Your climax reached you quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you collapsed onto Nat’s body. She wrapped her arms around you and kissed your hair as you calmed your breathing down. You listened to her heart beat until you were fully recovered, looking into Nat’s eyes before getting off and pulling her down by the legs so she was fully laid down on the bed.

“Your turn.”

THE END

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congrats on 1800 followers, you deserve it and more honestly!! you and your writing are so so so incredible and I always feel so blessed and honoured any time I see you reblog my work, I’m so happy to call you mutual, lots of love to you my darling!

okay so for your lil event, I know it’s cliche but I need me some Natasha Romanoff and knife play 🫣

thank you so much baby! you're an incredible writer and I'm hoping all the best always for you <;3

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader

word count: 500 words

warnings: swearing, degradation, knife play, bondage, bodily fluids.

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nsfw under the cut. minors dni.

Natasha shifts her weight on her left foot and allows the night light to glisten against the knife. A sardonic smirk was worn on her face as she pressed her tongue on the blade licking it with the tip of her tongue.

A loud moan escapes from your lips. The incredible image of watching her do this is so erotic, so dangerous.

"You like that already, princess?" She coos, moving the knife close to her chest, her beautiful breasts spilling from her lacy black bralette, her nipples hard almost calling your name.

"I do, Nattie." You nod your head. Natasha had tied you on the chair about an hour ago, wearing only a t-shirt with ropes pressing your breasts up, your ankles tied to each leg and your wrists wrapped together in the back. You could barely move, that's how she wanted to tease you tonight.

"Good." She winks at you and moves the knife further down her bralette, and you watch as the fabric starts to tear up. Her breasts are set free, perky just for you, and she casually continues with her small knife tearing off each strap. Putting on a show for you because she knew how much her breasts distracted you.

"You look so good."

The red-haired woman smiles and moves the knife further down her stern and down to her belly button until she reaches her panties. She begins to cut it off slowly before it falls to the floor.

"Now, for you, my love." She places the knife on your cheek and the metal blade feels warm from her body. Your heartbeat rises, something dangerous, something incredibly intimate, and something unfamiliar fills your head with all kinds of thoughts.

She drags the knife to your neck, the blade making your pussy ache in combination with her hot breath on your face and her lips plump and ready for you. She drags it even further down to your breasts, teasing you with the tip and opting to circle the fabric of the shirt around your nipple. You let out a stifled moan, you desperately want more but you can't move at all.

What feels like hours later Natasha presses the knife against your pussy. "You're so wet, bet I could just…" She pushes the tip inside on its blunt side and she stops waiting for your reaction. Your hips move against the knife, wanting it immediately deeper inside.

"Fuck, baby, you're just a dirty whore. Easy, easy, you'll hurt yourself."

With tactful movements, she fucks your pussy with her knife in such a way she could never harm you and you can't help but rub yourself against wanting so much some sweet release.

When you cum, you drench the knife in your juices, trying your hardest to arch your back and all Natasha can do is a wonder.

How the fuck she ever got so lucky to find you.

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