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sytoran · 10 months

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𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐄 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

the aftermath of your mindblowingly hot sex with the goddess of lust, natasha romanoff. as it turns out, no one escapes the consequences of their actions.

pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)

note: once again, howdy, folks! this is the even longer-awaited part 2 to the goddess!nat fic! i am terribly sorry for the wait, hopefully this long chapter will satisfy your needs :)

word count: 3.0k

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Previously...

You, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. The Goddess of Lust, Natasha, granted you one wish as a repayment. You could've had just about anything, but turns out all you need is right in front of you.

Spoiler: It ends up in mindblowingly hot sex with a certain Goddess.

Now, two months later...

"Baby…" Nataha sighs, her eyelids fluttering close as you move under her sheets.

Or, more specifically, as your tongue moves in her cunt.

There's just something about giving the Goddess of Lust the best head of a lifetime that does it for you. Maybe it's her stupidly sexy moans, or the way she twisted her delicate hands into your hair, or maybe just how sweet she tasted.

Or, maybe, it's the knowledge that you're the only one who can ever make her feel like this.

"Please, oh, fuck," Natasha whines, as you move your tongue in tight little circles against her sweet spot. Not quick enough to make her cum, slow enough to make her feel.

"Oh," she whimpers, hearing the lewd sounds of you eating out her soaked pussy on a Saturday morning. You shift under the blankets, breathing hard as it gets warm.

Worshiping the Goddess as you rightfully should was perhaps your favourite pastime, driving her wild with your fingers and your tongue and your cock.

Which is exactly what you felt throbbing in your pants when a hushed whimper of 'Daddy' falls from Natasha's sweet mouth. Your head spins at the title, just like the first time she had ever called you that.

It was half by accident, really.

On a private rented beach in Malibu, with miles and miles of space and no one else, there you laid under the shade of a palm tree, thrusting into the Goddess with a youthful vigor.

"Oh, you feel so good," Natasha cries, scratching her long nails down your bare back. She shakes with each of your thrusts, melting into your touch like your forgotten ice cream in the Malibu sun.

"Do I?" You tease dangerously, both of your orgasms dangling close to occurrence. "Mhm- Oh, yeah," Natasha responds with a lewd moan, moving her hand down to play with her clit.

That's all the extra simulation the Goddess needs before she's tumbling over the edge, clutching onto you as pound into her cunt.

"Oh, I- Oh, please, daddy!" Natasha shrieks when you harshly pinch her nipple with your free hand. It does wonders for her pleasure.

But as soon as those words fall from the Goddess' lips, she retracts like she's been scorned. You halt your movements.

"Did you just call me daddy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow, as Natasha looks away flusteredly.

"...No."

"Darling."

"No! I mean, well yes, but I didn't mean to!" She tries to move under your grasp, her cheeks turning an incarnadine pink.

You take her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, and use the other to still her moving hips. The Goddess pouts at you, but you know better than to give in.

"Has the Goddess of Lust never called anyone 'daddy'?" You ask seriously, trying to make sense of her seemingly unorthodox shame.

"It's complicated." Natasha states, squirmimg under your inspective look. She trails her hands down to your cock again, but you deny her of that pleasure. "We're not done here, sweetheart."

"Fine," Natasha grumbles. "That's the first time I've ever called it out, like, in the heat of the moment. I'm always the one doing the seduction and the flirting, so I call my partner that if I think they'd be into it. It's never been… spontaneous, I guess."

"Oh," you say softly, tracing her rib with a ginger finger. "I think I quite like it."

"You do?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, daddy."

"Shut up, sweetheart."

"Make me."

What pulls you out of that blissful reverie is Natasha's whine. You're not in Malibu anymore, you're under Natasha's sheets.

Even then, you've never felt more fulfilled with this glorious woman by your side.

"Why'd you stop?" Natasha asks, pulling the blanket away so she can see you.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss onto her inner thigh. "Thinking."

"About?"

"You."

"Oh," the Goddess replies, evidently flustered.

"What were you thinking of?" she then says, flirtatiously. She adds on the charm of batted eyelashes, prepared for whatever you might do to her body.

What Natasha wasn't prepared for, however, was the tenderness in which you regarded her with, a serene smile and a warm glow on your face.

"What is it?" Natasha says, laughing awkwardly as you litter kisses all over her stomach. You're glowing, sickly-sweet and dumbstruck.

"I love you," you whisper. "I love you, Natasha Romanoff. I love you not because you are the Goddess of Lust but because you have the most brilliant heart I've ever had the chance to feel. I love you for everything that you are, everything that you're not. I love you for your bed hair, and your goofy jokes, and your brilliant green eyes I could melt into a thousand times. I love you boundlessly, across the worlds that divide us. And you don't have to say it back, but just know-"

You take in a deep breath, not realizing that you've spoken so much with quavering breaths like you'd die if you didn't profess your love. Like you'd die if you didn't bare your heart to Natasha. You gulp for air, stroke her face. "Just know I love you. So much. So, so, so much."

Oh.

There's silence, afterwards, like the world has stumbled on its axis and the stars have collided.

Natasha looks at you with an indescribable feeling, like her heart wants to burst out of their seams. It's only when you gently stroke her face that Natasha realizes there are tears on her face.

Why's she crying? Why do you cradle her in your arms with such a ginger tenderness? What did she ever do to deserve this kind of love?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it," you mumble, almost ashamed. You press another kiss on her bare stomach as an apology. "I'm-"

"No, I- Fuck, I love you too." The Goddess voices hoarsely, her shaky tone a far cry from what should be expected of a regal Goddess. "I love you too," she says again, with more confidence, almost as if it would make the words even truer.

That stupid smile is back on your face again, even wider than before. Your cheeks hurt and Natasha's heart melts.

"You love me?" you ask earnestly, and there's such an innocence and genuineness to your question that Natasha almost cries again.

The impact of 'I love you' sinks in. Natasha feels.

She's never felt like this before. She's never loved like this before.

Finally, in the sacred silence, Natasha whispers. Scared to ruin the moment. Scared to tarnish what could be.

"To every universe and back," the Goddess answers, and your world starts orbiting again.

—

Ever since that fateful day of your love confession, the two of you were inseparable. You would look at Natasha with such wonder in your eyes, wonder what you ever did to deserve this, but the Goddess would look at you the same way, and you knew everything would be fine.

She would take you to any universe you liked, across any dimension. From earth-bound lands to intergalactic islands to space. It was as vast as her love for you.

But, you were riding that high with no heed for the consequences of your actions.

You were foolish enough to stay with Natasha, dumb enough to drown out the warning signs, blindsided by the prospect of loving a Goddess.

You should've known, from the start, that you and Natasha were a race against time.

You should've known that it would end up in flames for you.

You should've known better.

—

Since the very day she was born the Goddess of Lust, Natasha had her life laid in front of her.

To exploit that thrall she was given, to seduce men and the occasional woman, to live above and beyond because she was a Goddess.

That had been her life for over decades, sitting comfortably at the top of the chain on a gold throne; Toying with hearts like it was a daytime hobby, then shattering them like glass.

She slept around for the hell of it, just because she could. Just because she was the Goddess of Lust.

Then came along a stupidly charming attorney with a coffee stain on her suit and the most unusual request.

Just like that, her world stopped revolving around what she was supposed to do, and it started orbiting around you.

And, you, were definitely not what Natasha was supposed to do.

Despite how incredible you were in bed. Despite the plethora of orgasms you had brought her to. Despite how she felt her walls to her heart tumbling down around you.

When the two of you shared that passionate confession of love in bed on that fateful Saturday morning, the Goddess knew she was done for.

Which is exactly why she's currently under the scrutiny of Supreme Headquarters: Intervention of Extraterrestrial Liabilities Directorate, aka SHIELD, aka she's completely and utterly fucked.

SHIELD was essentially the Gods and Goddeses' version of a monarchy, that was infamous for its cruel ruling and cutthroat decisions.

"You're a smart girl, Natasha, and never would I have expected something so childishly foolish to fall from your lips."

The Goddess stood in defiance. Despite all her power and her status, she seemed so small in the wide hall, paling in comparison to the mighty Gods that surrounded her.

That previous statement had been made by none other than Wanda, the Goddess of Magic. The woman was a stature of power and composure in her throne, hand poised under her chin like it was a medieval painting.

"I'm not a girl," Natasha snapped at the Goddess, fire behind her eyes. "And I'm very capable of making my own decisions, despite how foolish they may seem in your condescending point of view."

The Goddess of Magic was irritatingly unfazed by Natasha's outburst, flicking that poised hand and in a dismissive wave. God, Natasha wanted to crush that stupid hand.

"Steve, talk some sense into her. I can't bear to hear any more of her senseless arguments." Wanda said offhandedly, looking over to the God of Justice for support.

Natasha wants to retort that she isn't just spewing senseless arguments, but a warning look from the God of Justice shut her up. Of everyone in SHIELD, he was the most likely to give her a fair hearing. Hence his name.

"Natasha, we're not saying that you're incapable of making your own decisions." The blonde man reassures, pressing his hands together in contemplation. Natasha breathes harder than she should be doing.

"We're saying that what you're doing isn't the best," Steve continues, and Natasha is grateful that the eyes are not on her anymore. The God of Justice had a presence that simply demanded respect, an impeccable aura that no one would dare deflect.

"Sleeping with someone not godly is one thing, but entering a romantic relationship with a mortal, a human being, is simply…"

"Unacceptable."

Natasha intakes a short gush of air harshly at the interruption. It's Thor, God of Thunder. For a God who had lived centuries, he was painfully traditional. Narrow-minded, even.

Thor's loud, booming voice carried throughout the hall, from his electric-blue throne at the far corner. Mjolnir, his trusty hammer, was held in his big hands with a firm grasp. Natasha forced herself not to feel threatened.

Thor continued, firm and hard and oh so unforgiving. "Do you want to end up like my brother, Goddess Natasha?"

At that, the entire hall was silenced. The only thing Natasha could hear was her own sporadic breathing.

Everyone, undoubtedly, knew the story of Thor's brother.

Loki, the God of Mischief. The fallen angel, some said. The devil's incarnate, others whispered.

He had used his power for wrong, abused his status to commit the darkest things imaginable. It wasn't before he was banished from the land of Gods, never to be seen again.

Some say he's still clawing his way out of hell. Some say he's destined for a lifetime of hurt.

"Don't you fucking dare compare me to him, Thor," Natasha growls, and the larger blonde man even seems taken aback by the ferocity behind Natasha's words.

"I- I think what Thor is trying to say," Bruce frantically cuts in, in an attempt to mediate the situation.

The God of Science was a bespectacled man with quirky mannerisms, ever the peacemaker. Logic, to him, was most important of all.

"Is that you, Nat, are a Goddess," Bruce continues. "An all-powerful being that transcends the laws of space and time. You have been blessed with such power, such strength, unfathomable to lesser beings. And Y/N L/N, this earth-bound creature who lives and breathes on the very ground we carved, couldn't possibly be who you want to run off with. I mean, we- you, you're so much more than that."

"You're going to love her, Nat? Give her your heart? You, an immortal being? She's going to die some day, inevitably, and then what will be left of you? A broken, desolate mess, grieving for the rest of eternity?"

Natasha swallows harshly. She wanted to despise Bruce, hate his reasonings and refute his logic – but she couldn't, could she? He was right. Bruce was right.

But there was a part in her heart that screamed, yelled, kicked - she couldn't give you up, now. Not when she'd finally found what she's been searching for. Not when she can feel again.

Not when she's found the love of her goddamned life.

"I'm on Nat's side," Tony says, mouth full of a pink-frosted donut, slicing through the tensed silence. He spews crumbs as he talks, but Natasha doesn't think she's ever been more grateful for the man.

Tony was the God of Heroes. Brilliant but brash, proud yet arrogant, charismatic and eccentric. He was a God no one could explain in few words, and for that Natasha was immensely grateful he understood.

"True love cannot be broken," Tony says, folding his arms. "It transcends all else, goes beyond our social status and our physical capabilities and who we are as individuals. If Nat has truly found it, then who are we to judge? It shouldn't be criticized, it should be celebrated!"

Natasha locks eyes with Tony, in silent thanks. The two of them may butt heads at times due to their self-righteous natures, but in the end they were always there for each other.

However, the rest of the Gods didn't seem to quite agree. There was quiet murmuring amongst themselves until Steve began speaking again.

"Let's settle this with a vote. If majority wins, Natasha will be able to continue her pursuit of a romantic relationship with the human and mortal Y/N L/N. If not, Natasha will be forced to cut off all ties with said mortal and they are to never see each other again."

The Goddess of Lust felt her heart clench. Of course Steve would choose the fairest way to determine Natasha’s fate. Of course this would result in a losing battle for her, based on the prior reactions.

“All those in favour of the disallowance of Natasha Romanoff’s and Y/N L/N’s romantic, physical or any other relations, please raise your hand.”

Thoughts of you swam in Natasha’s mind, of you smiling while kissing her hand, stroking her hair while she fell asleep, trailing kisses up her spine on sinful nights.

Thor’s hand went up first.

“I love you boundlessly, across the worlds that divide us.” That was what you had said that Saturday morning, with a serene smile, so gentle it caressed Natasha’s heart. She remembers the warm glow of the sun, the temptations of paradise, the falsehood of the promised land.

Wanda follows suit.

How could Natasha have let it all succumb to this? Why had she let herself grow so soft and malleable around you? The walls around her heart she had spent so long constructing was so easily taken down by you. You, who wormed your way in and made a nest in the center of her universe.

The next hand that goes up is Bruce’s, albeit with an uneasy look from the man, like he didn’t want to be there anymore.

Maybe she shouldn’t have dived headfirst into love with you, professing her feelings so vulnerably. She was the Goddess of Lust, not Romance or any of that bullshit. A long-lasting relationship had been a childish fantasy, much less for someone who was meant to constantly seduce.

Like a final seal of her demise, Steve’s hand goes up, and only then does Natasha realize the tears that have fallen from the corners of her eyes.

There is a deafening silence that follows the grounding decision, and even Tony doesn’t look so aloof anymore. He’s the only one at the table who didn’t raise his hand.

Natasha swallows harshly, in an attempt to calm the building pressure within her.

She swallows again, willing the tears in her eyes to go away - no way in hell would she openly cry in front of the Gods who put her in this situation.

This time, she wishes the ground would swallow her up instead, to whisk her away from this nightmare of a reality and wake up beside you once more.

“You have until sunset to settle things,” Steve says, a painful lack of emotion in his eyes. “If you don’t coincide by the rules, you know what consequences you will have to face.”

For the first time in an eternity, ever since unknown creatures roamed the multiverse and there was no difference between dark and light, the Goddess felt helpless.

Even then, there was only one thing on her mind.

How the fuck was she going to tell you that ‘To every universe and back’ had been a bloody lie?

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ok i’m literally so tired while posting this ‘cos i just got out of a seven-hour flight like yesterday, but i reallyyy wanted to post this because i haven’t posted anything in so long. anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE THE LORE and just a recap for everyone before part 3:

anyways it’s all set up for more angst and hardcore smut (yes i promise that is in part 3)

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wanda - goddess of magic

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thor - god of thunder

bruce - god of science

tony - god of heroes

y/n - basic bitch

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spiderfunkz · 8 months

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✧.* HER LEATHER JACKET.

— summary : natasha spends hours trying to find her favorite leather jacket, only to find out you were wearing it the whole time.

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : all fluff, pet names, established relationship, fem!reader, not proofread, kinda inspired by that one deleted scene where natasha says "is that my jacket" to wanda.

a/n : tried a new layout!! idk if i'll stick to this one though the small writing is hurting my poor eyesight. alsooo my requests are open for natasha so please send some prompts for her ‼️‼️ this is so poorly written i'm so sorry.

august nights are just oh so, beautiful. the moonlight is reflecting on the tall skyscrapers, the stars were glowing, the streetlamps on with an orange hue, and the sky is a perfect dark blue color.

you have the biggest smile on your face as you put the finishing touches on your outfit. natasha had plan the perfect datenight for the two of you. a reservation at a fancy restaurant with live jazz.

you look in the mirror, your red lipstick complimenting the red leather jacket you had on. it was natasha's jacket, you've borrowed it for this special occassion.

okay, that was a lie. you may have stolen it a few days ago. but! it wasn't your fault, it was just laying on your bed so of course you took it, i mean it's a good jacket, plus it smells like nat.

your posing montage in the mirror however, is interrupted by another loud groan coming from the other room, that was probably the 6th time. was natasha complaining?

you walk towards her room, only to find a huge mess of clothes. "are you okay?" you knock. natasha was rumaging through the clothes, "no i'm trying to find my jacket, but i can't find it anywhere." she replies.

"which jacket?" you ask, natasha has at least 23 leather jackets at this point. "the red one, with the little star details. have you seen it?" her back was turned to you, still determined to find it in that huge pile of clothes.

"the red one?" you repeated. your cheeks turn the same shade of red as the jacket. embarrassed, you fidget your hands, "so uh, about that." you start. "have you seen it?" natasha turns around.

you smile out of embarrassment. "is that my jacket?" natasha raises her eyebrow, "i'm sorry! i should've asked but it was just laying there so i couldn't help it-" you take the jacket off.

"slow down dekta." natasha smirks, putting the jacket back on you. "you look good in it. matches your lipstick." she compliments.

you smile. feeling bold you lean in for a kiss. "now we both match." you laugh, "now come on were gonna be late for the reservation." you wink.

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nattysstargirl · 7 months

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The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 5

Word count:3349

TW 18+: fingering, cursing, oral (R receiving) edging, overstimulation, praise, begging (reader calls Nat sir briefly) semi-public sex, Natasha being an adorable butch, possessiveness(brief).

A/N: I want butch Natasha to ruin me 😘

Nat disappeared from the lecture hall before the front half of the room could make it out, and Y/N couldn't find her in the hallway either. She kicks herself for not getting her number. She says goodbye to Peter and heads to the exit. Fridays are half-days, so she's done with classes. Which would be the perfect time to hang out with a hot lesbian. After bracing for the cold, she pushes outside and jogs down the front steps. She technically has homework she should be doing, but her whole consciousness is absorbed with thinking about Natasha. And the way her jaw could cut glass, and her deep green eyes, and—

An arm slinks around her, and panic jumps to her throat as she thinks of the touchy frat boy from last night. Bile burns her chest. But a gentle kiss to her neck from a soft face with no stubble makes her melt. Natasha.

"Hey," she whispers huskily in Y/N's ear.

Y/N giggles like she's in middle school. "Hi."

"Sorry, too much?" Nat releases her and steps into her line of sight. "I guess hooking up once doesn't put us on PDA level."

"It's sooo okay." Y/N takes her hand.

She loves physical affection, and there's something possessive and sweet about it happening in front of people. Nat's shoulders relax, and she smiles. It's a cute smile, unrestrained with all of her teeth. It crinkles her eyes and tugs on her cheeks. Y/N's stomach flips again.

"So, did you want to do something today?" she asks.

"Name it," Nat says.

Y/N pulls her onto the sidewalk, and they head toward the parking lots. She doesn't know where she'll take her, but she's lived here for three years and knows all the cool places. It occurs to her that she's never seen Nat before the stats class and knows literally nothing about her.

"Are you a junior?" she asks. "I've never seen you around campus, but that's definitely not a freshman-level class."

"I, uh...transferred," Nat says. "I'm a junior."

"Transferred from where?"

Nat seems to think it over. "Tiny little community college in my hometown. You wouldn't have heard of it."

"So you're from a land far, far away?"

"Not too far," she says modestly.

"No wonder you're so cool."

Natasha looks at her. "You think I'm cool?"

Y/N balks. "Obviously? You scared away four drunk frat bros, you wear a leather jacket, you made me orgasm harder than I ever have—"

"Oh, did I?" Nat cuts her off. She's smirking hard.

Y/N considers punishing her for her cockiness, but holy shit, does she deserve to be cocky. "Yes," she says simply.

Nat thinks that over. "We barely got started."

Y/N swallows hard. They arrive at the parking lot before she has to answer.

"Which one's yours?" Nat asks.

"It's the blue hatchback." She points, suddenly self-conscious about her fifteen-year-old beater.

What if Nat comes from money and thinks she's lame?

"Cute," is all Nat says.

Y/N walks to the passenger door to unlock it manually. "The button is broken," she explains, opening the door and letting Natasha slide in. "You can just...shove all that aside." But Nat gently lifts the stack of textbooks and papers and props them on the floor behind the driver's seat. She's careful with her feet to not disturb the piles of garbage and belongings. "Sorry, it's kinda messy."

"All good," Nat says with a smile.

Y/N closes the door and hurries to climb in on the driver's side. She cranks Old Navy to life and turns on the heat. "It takes a minute to warm up," she explains.

"No rush here." Nat's head is leaned against the rest, gazing at Y/N. Y/N blushes.

"Do you prefer to be called (your name shortened) or Y/N?" Nat asks.

Y/N tries not to smile. Nat heard Pete call her (y/n/n), and she wondered about it enough to remember through two hours of stats lecture. And she cares enough to ask her about it.

"You can call me anything you want," Y/N says genuinely. That makes Nat smile. Then she turns to the floor at her feet and picks out a plastic grocery bag. She shakes it open and starts filling it with trash.

"You don't have to do that," Y/N says. "I'm going to get it...eventually."

"I'm happy to help." She looks at Y/N. "Really, with anything you need."

Y/N drops her gaze to her hands. "You're really nice to me."

Natasha sits up. "Should I not be?"

"No, I just mean... I don't know, we just met."

"Am I being too much?"

"No! No, I like it. It's just... I'm usually pretty fast to catch feelings. Not that it's happened anytime recently, but..." Y/N puffs out her cheeks. "The affection is one-sided, typically. At least for the most part."

"Are you saying you like me?" Nat asks.

"I really do, and I know that's weird to say, but I always say the weird thing. I feel really...drawn to you. Like I've known you for a long time. That's stupid and cliché, but there it is."

"I don't think it's stupid," Nat says seriously. "I come from...a community that operates like that. We skip a lot of social norms and follow our hearts."

Y/N smiles. "That's really cool. Where are you from again?"

Natasha holds her hands over the vents. "Feels like he's warm. Ready to go?"

"Oh, right, sorry." Y/N hurriedly slams it into drive and pulls out of her parking spot. "Where should we go?"

"Mmm. Bring me to your favorite place off-campus."

"That's easy," she says. She waits in the small line of cars heading out of the parking lot. "Half-day Fridays," she explains to Nat.

"Kids are going home for the weekend."

"I go here," Nat says with a chuckle.

"Right." Y/N blushes.

Natasha's fingers thread through hers, and she pulls Y/N's hand to her mouth to kiss it. Y/N's stomach is never going to sit still with Nat around. It feels like it's training to compete in Olympic-level gymnastics. Nat kisses the inside of her palm, then the pulse point at her wrist, acting pretty casual about being the sexiest and most romantic person alive. Nat drops their hands into her own lap, and Y/N rubs her thumb in circles on her thigh.

"I think I want to call you Y/N," Nat says thoughtfully.

"Yeah?" She nods. "Y/N it is." She peeks at her shyly, but Nat's glare is now pointed out of the window. Y/N follows her line of sight. "What's that?" Three men are hauling an enormous cage out of the back of a truck. It's a long rectangle box of grid metal, with a large solid piece of metal set inside at an angle.

"It's a trap," Nat says. "For the animals, I guess?" Natasha's forehead is crinkled in a hard frown.

"They shouldn't have built a university next to a protected national forest if they weren't ready to deal with animals."

"I'm sure they'll release them safely somewhere else," Y/N offers. They finally make it out of the parking lot and drive in silence to the destination Y/N has in mind.

—

The tension in the car after Nat saw the animal traps fades by the time Y/N pulls into the drive-in theater and parks backwards.

"What's this?" Nat asks, looking curiously at the large projector behind them in the review mirror.

Y/N giggles. "It's a drive-in. You've never been to one?" Nat shakes her head. "Well, they show a movie on that big screen, and you don't have to leave your car. I'll be right back. Wait here." Y/N hops from the car and jogs to the refreshment stand. There are only a few other vehicles for the matinee, so she's the only one in line. She orders a large popcorn, two sweet teas, and a bag of gummy worms. "Thanks!" she says, handing over a twenty to cover the snacks and two tickets.

It's way more affordable than going to an inside theater, which is one reason she loves it. She hurries back to the car. Nat got out and is leaning against the car, watching Y/N return. Her arms are crossed, with one foot propped behind her against the tire. "I told you to wait in the car," Y/N says. She shakes her head. "You just can't follow orders." She was joking, but Nat seems to take it seriously.

"I don't like when I can't see you," Nat says. That stops Ema. She looks at her. "I..." Nat changes the subject, unburdening Y/N of the snacks and one cup.

"So why'd we park backwards?"

Y/N crosses to the back of the Subaru and opens the hatchback with two fingers, balancing her tea on the bumper and leaning inside to drop the backseats forward. There's a stack of thick, folded blankets she keeps on the floor for this very purpose. She unfolds it so it spreads over the flat seats. "Tada!" She flourishes her arms toward the film-viewing hangout spot. "Get in." Nat climbs inside while Y/N fetches the wireless speakers from a charging port nearby. She climbs in too, closing the hatchback behind her, then unlatching the window and hinging it open. She leaves her socks and shoes next to where Nat had dropped hers.

"Now watch this," she says.

Natasha is relaxed against a stack of pillows she found and distributed, one arm tucked behind her head. She sips her tea through the straw. Y/N rips the curtains loose from their holders and slides them over the windows, then pulls them on their trackers to close off light from the windshield, leaving her leaning over Nat. She looks down at her, hands still on the curtains.

"Cozy, right?"

Nat snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her down on top of her. She kisses her mouth gently before pulling away and saying, "Yeah. You're pretty good at making things comfortable. And you're handy, by the looks of that tracker install."

Y/N giggles and rolls off, checking her watch. "Movie starts in seventeen minutes."

"Sounds like plenty of time," Nat says, finding a cupholder for her tea.

"For what?" Y/N asks, excited to play along with any idea Nat might have. "Are you... What's that word? Where people like being caught?"

Y/N's eyes widen. "An exhibitionist?"

"Yeah."

"Uh, I don't think so?" Then she adds quickly, "Are you?"

Because Y/N could be convinced...

Nat smiles. "No. I'm pretty territorial, if I'm being honest."

She leans to close the back window, tugging the curtains together in front of it. Y/N's been with territorial people before, and she didn't love the experience, but the way Nat's acted so far hasn't thrown up any red flags for her. It's all been kind of endearing. Nat moves toward her, and Y/N gulps. She stops on her knees in front of Y/N and shrugs out of her jacket. She lays it carefully to the side, then presses her body between Y/N's legs.

"You're so nice to look at," Nat whispers before kissing her.

Y/N's body reacts immediately, her hands trembling, her hips rising to meet Nat's. It's embarrassing how quickly Natasha can turn her into a pathetic, shivering pile of horniness. Nat moves her lips from Y/N's mouth to her neck, painting slow strokes with her tongue along her pulse before sinking her teeth in. Y/N groans. She wants to tell Nat she can bite her as hard as she wants, but she thinks Nat knows that.

"I like the way you sound," Nat says. "Your voice, and your moans, and the way your breath hitches when I—" She licks her throat again. And Y/N's breath hitches. She feels Nat smile against her skin. Nat kisses her on the mouth, like she's telling her goodbye, before she moves down to Y/N's belly. She pushes her shirt up and runs her nose from her clavicle to her navel, inhaling softly. "I like the way you smell," Nat says. "Can I see how you taste?"

Y/N looks at her, and Nat's watching her face. Y/N just nods enthusiastically. "I need you to say it," Nat says patiently.

"Yes," Y/N says. She nods again.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, you can."

Nat lifts to her elbows, moving away from Y/N's waistband. "Yes, I can what?"

Y/N whimpers. "Please lick me, Nat. I want to feel your mouth on me."

"Lick you where?" Nat whispers.

"Everywhere." Y/N sounds pathetic, but she doesn't mind.

Natasha seems to like it, because she smiles, then unbuttons Y/N's jeans, slowly inching the zipper down before tugging them from her hips. "Good girl," she says.

y/n's breath falters. She spreads her legs, eager to remove any possible barrier to Nat fucking her with her mouth. If she made her see stars—constellations—with just her fingers... But Nat's not in any kind of rush. She rubs her nose from y/n's knee, down the inside of her thigh, then skips over her center to trace back up to her other knee. Then she trails back down with little kisses, y/n holding her breath and arching as she gets closer, then skipping over it and working her way up to the other knee. y/n whimpers quietly, which makes Nat smile and bite her thigh.

"God, you're so hot," y/n mutters, dropping her head back because she suddenly can't support its weight.

"Thank you," Nat says, kissing her way back to the edge of y/n's underwear. Then she licks her, broad and hard, along the panty line of y/n's left thigh. It feels insane. y/n thinks she's going to jump out of her skin and ascend to another plane. Nat hasn't been near her clit, and y/n feels like she could cum on command easily. She thinks of Nat telling her to and shudders.

"Mmmm," is all y/n can say, then her eyes fly open.

Nat is biting her, gently, over her underwear. y/n looks down. Nat drags her bottom teeth from y/n's opening to her clit. y/n knows her mouth is dropped open. Nat does it again. It's rough, but not painful, and y/n feels her pussy responding. It's throbbing, and it's wet. Her panties are already soaked through. Without warning, the teasing is over. Nat pulls the panties off of her and tosses them away, exposing everything. Y/N doesn't feel shy. She drops her knees as wide as they'll go. And Nat's back, swiping her tongue roughly into y/n's folds. It's so abrupt, y/n releases an excited yelp, her hands threading in Nat's short hair to ground her to reality. Her head swims as Nat relentlessly swipes her clit with a hard tongue.

Y/n bucks her hips, grinding against Nat's face. y/n's had sex on E before. And shrooms. Where the world melts away and you meld with another body, and your animalistic urges matter more to you than anyone's opinion, including your roommate who's definitely hearing you scream, and all that matters is the person you're fucking. This is better than that. y/n leaves her body and enters another being that she shares with Nat. It barely registers that she's definitely shaking the car with her thrusts, and that her cries are too loud, and the woman working the snack stand can probably hear her. All that matters is Nat's mouth on her. Nat looks up, sucking y/n's clit between her teeth and grinning like a devil.

"Nat," Y/N whines, gripping the blanket with one hand, the other fisting Nat's hair.

Nat bites her again, with no protection of fabric. It hurts a little, and it's perfect. She knows what she's doing. y/n's body rolls with pleasure.

"Don't cum yet," Nat says.

Y/N shudders. "Yes, sir."

Nat's tongue swipes big strokes, then delves inside of her pussy. It's wide and strong and curls up to pet y/n's G-spot. She didn't know someone could reach that with their tongue. She moans like a porn star, and she's not even trying. She clenches her eyes and focuses on not finishing. Not until Nat tells her to. But God, she's so close. y/n opens her eyes and focuses on the ceiling of her Subaru. Then she bites her lip and slips a hand under her shirt. She pinches her own nipple, hard, hoping that will slow down, but it makes it worse. Pleasure shoots from her tit to her pussy, and it throbs harder.

"God!" she yells. "That feels so good, Nat."

Nat's eyes are on y/n's hand in her shirt. She pulls her tongue out and mutters against y/n's mound, "Keep doing that." y/n does, kneading her tits roughly with both hands now. Nat's eyes go so dark they look fully black. Y/N likes that. She pulls her shirt and sports bra over her head and lays back, fully naked. Nat's mouth moves faster, roughly making out with y/n's pussy.

y/n grabs her tits again, because Nat likes it, and God—she likes it, too. She's so close. She whimpers loudly. "You want to cum, don't you?" Nat asks. Her deep, husky voice muffled by y/n's cunt is even hotter.

"Yes."

"Ask nice."

"Can I cum?" y/n asks between gasps.

"No." Nat smirks and pushes y/n's knees up toward her face. She tongues her from her clit down—past her pussy—to her asshole.

"Oh, my GOD..." y/n's never had her ass eaten. She always thought she wouldn't like it. But Nats's ravaging tongue and lips and teeth put her firmly in the Pro Ass Eating camp. Holy shit. "Please can I cum?" y/n's almost sobbing. "Please, please, please, I'll do anything if you let me come, Nat."

Her mouth temporarily loses contact with y/n. "Good girl," she says. "You learned how to beg so quickly. You can cum, after you count to thirty."

Y/n doesn't ask a single question. "One! Two, three."

"Slower," Nat's voice is muffled again.

y/n grips the edge of the folded seat and bucks her hips. "Four... Five... Six..." She clenches her eyes shut. She's not going to make it. "Seven... Eight..."

Nat pushes three fingers into her pussy and sucks on her clit, hard.

"Oh, my GOD, NATASHA!"

"Count."

"Nine," y/n is actively fighting back tears from overstimulation and pleasure.

"Ten, eleven..." Nat pushes her pinky into y/n's ass.

"Twelve—NAT!" y/n's hips buck hard, crushing against Nat's face, both hands gripping her hair.

An orgasm rips through her, and she loses track of herself. When she comes to, she's flipped them both over, Nat now on her back against the car floor, and y/n fucking Nat's face. She rubs herself in small circles as she comes down from it. Nat's tongue is inside of her, twirling slowly. y/n's legs twitch, and she falls to her side, panting. She's worried she hurt Nat in the rearrangement, but Nat's still grinning like the Cheshire cat as she flips to her hands and knees and crawls to y/n.

Y/N can't move or speak, dazed and silent.

Nat pulls a blanket over her, then lies beside her and spoons her back. She's got a protective arm over y/n as she whispers in her ear. "You're a very good girl. You did so well for your first try." She nibbles at y/n's ear before placing a lingering kiss on her neck. "Next time, let's see if we can get to thirteen."

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Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

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marvelseries19 · 9 months

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NATASHA ROMANOFF'S MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

I SEE YOU

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Everyone saw Natasha as just one thing but not you, you saw her for who she really was.

Word count: 2k+

I'M ALWAYS GOING TO BE HERE FOR YOU

Genre: Hurt/ Comfort/ Fluff

Summary: When Natasha is too stressed, all she needs is her wife.

Word count: 946

FOUND YOU AGAIN

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You lost Natasha a long time ago, what will you do when you find each other again?

Word count: 6.8k+

I WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU

Genre: Comfort/ Fluff

Summary: You found the perfect way to show Natasha just how much you loved her.

Word count: 1.2k+

YOUNG CRIMINAL

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your wife has been lying to you for months and you finally confronted the girls she was lying for.

Word count: 845

SERIES

I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: You couldn't be happier with how your life turned up to be. You had a lovely wife, a teenage daughter, and a baby boy on the way. But, how did you get here exactly? and how is all working out? Well... this is how.

THE GREEN ARROW

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: Another archer on the team, just a lot darker. How would the new addition fit with the avengers?

THE CITY OF ANGELS

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Summary: The devil walking the earth seemed like something out of a novel but, what would Natasha do if it was real?

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dnvrsmedia · 2 years

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how about smut with dom nat and virgin fem reader where they were dating for a while and r wants to have sex and notices nat is kinda sexually frustrated but she’s scared to disappoint nat because nat has a lot of experience but nat reassures and praises her saying stuff like “the tastiest pussy i’ve ever had”, “ you’re so wet and tight” and basically just makes r feel really good about herself with oral and strap use please ;)

Last First Time

Natasha Romanoff x reader smut (18+)

not proof read ofc (too lazy for that soz)

I need Nat so bad omfg buuut this was so fun to write! Tysm nonnie <3

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI

Your hands begin to tremble as her soft pillowy lips migrate from your neck. Nat knows that you’re less experienced in this area and reassured you that she didn’t mind. Normally, your make out sessions end abruptly with Natasha pulling away. The both of you panting and itching for more. Up until this moment, you were too shy to admit that you finally wanted her to have you. You need her to take all of you.

You feel Nat pull away in respect for you, yet the last thing you want her to do is respect you right now. Her face is flushed and her chest is rising and falling with each sexually frustrated huff. You notice that her thighs are pressing together and almost let out a moan.

You throw your pride aside and pounce on her. She lets out the cutest squeak of surprise before she starts groping every inch of your body. Her strong, calloused hands feel like heaven against your flush body. You arch your back into her as your need for her grows. You buck your hips into her’s,seeking something more. Natasha let’s out an animalistic groan. Her hands grab your ass and flips you over onto your back. She pins your arms above your head and releases your lips from her own. You let out a whine and chase after her with a pout. This causes her to smirk and bite her lip.

“Such a fucking minx, princess.” She groans as she rolls her hips on your thigh once more. You can feel the delicious heat radiating from between her legs. This causes you to let out a very loud whine unintentionally. Your eyes go wide and your face heats up. You have never felt this horny in your life. Natasha’s smirk widens as she takes both of your hands in one; using her free hand to caress your bottom lip with her thumb. To her surprise, your mouth opens up as you start lapping your wet tongue around her digit.What? You’ve seen those videos before. You’re not a saint, you’re just a virgin.

Natasha’s mouth falls open as her breathing becomes heavy. Her eyes seemingly become dark and her hand twitches. Sadly, Nat snaps out of it and removes herself from you in a panic.

“Fuck, Y/N I-i’m so sorry. I took that way too far-“ You roll your eyes and try yo figure out the best way to let her know you want this.

“Nat-“

“I really didn’t mean to lose control like tha-“

“Natasha!” You start getting more frustrated. You can feel how sticky she has made your underwear. You can feel your cunt pulsating, begging for her and only her. If only she would shut up.

“I understand if you want to-“

“Can you just fuck me already!” You yell in frustration. Nat’s mouth is left wide open. You would laugh if your weren’t so sexually frustrated though.

“I’m sorry, what?“ Her eyes still wide, wondering if she heard you right.

You stand up to meet her at the edge of your shared bed. You take her hands into yours and kiss her knuckles.

“Baby, you have no idea how ready I am for you. I have thought this over so many times and I know that you’re the right person. It also helps that you’re so fucking hot,” She rolls her eyes.

“You think i’m kidding?” You take one of her hands and trail them down your abdomen. You slip her fingers under your underwear and make her feel how wet you are. You both let out a breathy moan at the feeling of her fingers on your heat.

Nat’s eyes grow dark once more. She throws you back onto the bed and gets to work. She marks every inch of your neck, torso, thighs, and legs. In swift motions she’s ripping off your clothes, making sure you’re okay with what she’s doing every step of the way. Your hands begin to tremble as she grows closer to where you need her. She notices this and moves to be face to face with you.

“Honey, look at me.” She says calmly. At this point you can’t even make eye contact with her. She coaxes you by using her secret weapon, tickling. She tickles you until you’re laughing with your eyes on her.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She chuckles as you grow shy once more.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want it, you know that, detka.” She says on a serious yet sweet tone. You nod your head with a smile.

“Then what’s going on in that mind of yours? Hmm?” She caresses your cheek and kisses your forehead lightly.

You slightly sigh, “What if i’m not good enough?” you mumble but to your luck, your girlfriend is a trained spy with amazing hearing.

“Hey, none of that, baby. You’ll be amazing because you’re my girl. I am so obsessed with you. Plus it helps that you’re so fucking hot.” She laughs repeating what was said to her earlier on. You playfully slap her with a giggle.

“Now, can I get back to what we were doing before?” She moves her mouth to your ear, “Because I would really like to taste you.” Before biting your lobe. You let out a whine as you nod your head frantically.

“Tsk tsk angel. You’ll lean soon enough, but I need you to use your words for me.” You whimper louder as your hips try to join hers. Her thighs of steel press down on you so you don’t move an inch.

“Mhm, yes please.” Nat releases your hands and trails down to lay in front of your core once more.

“And you’re well mannered? What a good girl.” She groans as she uses her pointer and middle finger to spread open your sloppy cunt. She takes her fingers to her mouth and releases with a pop.

“Fuck, honey. You taste better then I ever could’ve imagined.” Your words get caught in a loud moan as Natasha dives right in.

You have never felt this good in your life. Sure you’ve imagined this moment while Nat was gone on missions in the dark hours of the night, yet nothing you’ve ever done could top the way she’s devouring you right now. Your legs shake with every lick, slurp, and prod of her tongue on your clit. All you can do is lay back and let her hear what she does to you. You thought that nothing could possibly top her mouth. That is until she snakes a finger into your tight and needy cunt. Nat groans at the visual of you. Breasts pointing up as your back arches off the bed. Your hands clutching the bed for support as your mouth draws slack. Your cunt just sucking her finger in.

“Such a good girl for me , Y/n. God you have such the perfect pussy and it’s all for me.” Nat groans again as she fits a second finger into you. Your face screws up as she reaches that spongy spot inside you. You hips are bucking wild as your mind can’t decide if you want to go closer for further from her fingers.

“This cunt was made for me. Feel how my fingers fit so perfect, bunny?” Her mouth attaches back onto your clit and you start to see stars. Nat grabs your jaw and forces you to look her in the eyes.

“That’s it darling, fucking come for me.” This sends you over as you cum all over her fingers and palm. Natasha coaxes you down from your high with gentle praises and words of encouragement. You giggle as you finally come back to her. Nat kisses you nice and slow to show her appreciation.

“See, you’ve got the tastiest pussy i’ve ever had.”

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Healer

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has powers that run through her family, but when she finds herself in a hospital bed with no recollection of her memories or that she has her powers, she seeks some comfort in a certain redhead. Who knows what she’ll find.

Warnings: Injuries, guns, (mind control??)

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I’m thinking I could potentially do a part 2 to this if you guys are interested?? I’ve got so many ideas in my head for fics rn<3 again, not proofread, ignore any mistakes please<33

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All your life, you’ve had these powers. They ran deep in the family, going back to your ancestors many lifetimes ago. They were used for healing, protection. When the old village was overcome with disease and ailment, everyone knew to visit your family with the hope that they’d help. They didn’t need to understand the gift that blessed the Y/L/N’s, they didn’t have to inquire and ask questions, they just needed help, and your family was always willing to provide.

This story was passed through generations, as did the gift, to every firstborn daughter. The idea was that it was a reward for the kindness your ancient ancestors showed to others, sacrificing their food, their water, their shelter, while asking for nothing in return. Supposedly, they helped an old lady one night who turned out to be a witch, one who had the abilities to pass on such a gift. You never really gave it much thought, in all honesty, it sounded like a disney tale you watched as a child. But when you turned sixteen, you felt it. It was like a warm rush flew through your body, not uncomfortably so, but enough that when you told your mother, she simply smiled and told you the one sentence you’ve never forgotten.

“The gift looks good on you.”

You never understood what it meant, you stared in the mirror for hours, trying to see what was different, what had changed? You decided to think nothing of it, assuming she was just trying to compliment you.

Despite hitting a few bumps in the road at first, you got the hang of it, healing little cuts and bruises from when you’d fallen in the playground at school to ridding yourself of period cramps every month. What? It was for the greater good!

Thinking of that, you always asked yourself how on earth you went from tiny cuts and bruises to healing internal bleeding and shattered bones? Why had you allowed yourself to fight for the wrong side, spending all of your time healing men who wanted to rule and destroy the world? It wasn’t what your powers were meant for. They were meant for good. So why did you allow yourself to be used for evil?

In reality, you were manipulated, you were taken from your family, controlled by HYDRA. It was weird, you’d feel present sometimes, being aware of what you were doing, and when you realised, you’d suddenly feel a shock attack every nerve in your body and then darkness. The cycle continues.

Until it didn’t.

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One morning, you woke up from the darkness, you went through the motions, except you didn’t feel the shock, you didn’t feel the panic completely consume you all at once. Instead of darkness, you saw a man towering over you as you lay in a hospital bed, dressed in a white lab coat, a blue shirt, and a clipboard in his hand.

“Good morning miss..?” He paused, allowing you to step in and hopefully provide a name rather than being referred to as Jane Doe.

“Y/L/N. But my first name is Y/N.” You responded hoarsely, your throat aching with every syllable.

“Y/L-, hold on.” His face should’ve gone green to match his expression, you were almost worried he was going to literally throw up all over you.

After you watched him converse with a somewhat large man outside of your room, he finally decided to approach you, no sign of fear unlike the doctor before him.

“Nice to see you awake, we were wondering how long it’d be until we had the chance to talk.” He spoke confidently.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You didn’t recognise anything, not the room, not the people, not a thing. You know that you tend to forget things, but it’s unlikely you’d forget this guy, he seems important.

“You could say that. I know you, or more accurately, a version of you.” A what?

“What are you talking about?”

“Miss Y/L/N, you were an agent of HYDRA. I doubt you remember, they’re fans of their mind games.”

“HYDRA? Agent? Like, real estate?”

He chuckled slightly, amused at how completely unaware you were of what was going on. Not that it was a funny thing, but it’s been a while since he had to deal with someone who was so clueless.

“No, not real estate. More like a group of terrorists.”

What the fuck was this guy on about?

“A group of terrorists. I think i’d remember if I worked-”

“Like I said, they’re fans of their mind games.”

“So I've been brainwashed?”

“Essentially. It would seem it’s happened multiple times. What’s the last thing you remember?”

It took you a few minutes to actually recollect your most recent memory. It should be this difficult should it? You got tiny glimpses, you saw a woman, flashes of purple, a little girl.

“I- I don’t know. It’s not that clear. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. It was a long shot to ask.”

You were about to speak again, you couldn’t gather your memories, but that didn’t stop the questions from flooding your brain. The door opened once again before you could say anything, and you turned to see one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen, but that compliment is probably much less valuable given your situation.

She walked in, dressed in a skintight black suit, her red hair tied back loosely into a braid with little strands falling out, but you were mainly captivated by her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green that were identical to a pair of emeralds. You’re surprised when you see her smirk in your direction, why was she smirking?

“It seems you’ve got an admirer, Romanoff.” The man speaks again, looking between you who’s practically drooling at this point, and the amused agent. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for you to realise that you’d gone into a daze.

You did eventually snap out of it, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks from what could only be embarrassment. Trust you to slightly humiliate yourself in front of the first good looking woman you’ve met in whoever knows how long.

“Romanoff, would you mind sitting out of the next team mission? I have a more specific task for you.”

It was subtle, but you noticed the way he pointed at you with his eyes, clearly communicating that you were the task.

“This isn’t a sign to kill me, right?”

“Depends on if you try to kill me first, heart eyes.”

You rolled your eyes, avoiding her gaze so you didn't have to watch her stare at you with those hypnotising gems.

“And on that note…”

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That was a little over a year ago now, and since that day, you and Natasha had been inseparable. She was with you for every training session at first, teaching you basic self defence in case something were to happen again, she ate with you, hung out together in the evenings, you guys were together all day everyday, unless she was on a mission without you, but it was always guaranteed you’d be glued to her hip the minute she stepped back on compound land. She helped you come to terms with the HYDRA side of things, turns out you’d been mentally gone for much longer than you thought. You certainly weren’t sixteen anymore. But she’d been a pillar of strength for you through the entire adjustment, you couldn’t have done it without her.

You’d be lying if you said there were no feelings there after spending so much time together, but you’d never say it out loud, you were fearful that it would ruin everything, and you refused to let this friendship crumble.

Your powers have been dormant since you woke up in that hospital bed. You knew there was something there, but you didn’t know what it was, it just felt like there was a flow. An energy within you. You didn’t mention it, it didn’t seem to be harming you, so you assumed it was nothing.

Today was another average day, you trained in the morning, watched some TV after breakfast, with your number one companion by your side.

“You know, I’ve never understood why humans can’t run off a cliff, pause, turn back, and run back on, it’d make life so much easier.” Natasha commented, her eyes never leaving the cartoon on the television.

“Why? Are you planning on running off of some cliffs soon?” You joked, watching her playfully roll her eyes and nudging you with her elbow.

“No, but if the situation ever came up, the ability to just float in midair would come in super handy!”

“So you’d like to be animated?”

“Y’know what Y/L/N, I don’t need this from you!”

You both started to have a play fight on the couch, your giggles uncontainable as her fingertips immediately made her way to your sides, her smile lighting up the room as it does every time.

“Ahem” Broke you both out of your fit of laughter, both of your heads snapping to the doorway to see Steve Rogers stood in his classic suit with his shield in hand.

“We’ve got a mission. I’ll explain more on the quinjet” He spoke again upon realising he had both of your attention.

You pouted towards Natasha, most of which was fake, but there was always a feeling of upset she had to go. However, Rogers spoke up again.

“Both of you. Y/L/N, Fury wants you on this one. We need all hands on deck.”

“Wait, he asked for Y/L/N? She’s not had enough training for that!”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence Nat!” You butted in, slightly offended that she was so quick to shoot the idea down, but she was kind of right, you weren’t as powerful as the rest of the team, but still, you could hold your own, you’ve managed to win against Natasha a few times in the gym.

“Look, we’re on a time crunch, we really don’t have time for arguments about it. Suit up, both of you, and meet everyone on the jet. We need to go.”

With that, he went jogging off, you could only assume to inform the others. Both of you went off to your rooms to get ready as quickly as you could. You felt a hand wrap around your arm in a gentle grip, tugging you backwards.

“Hey, you know I wasn’t trying to insult you, I just want you to be completely ready when you start joining in on missions. It’s out of protection, not underestimating you.”

You sighed slightly. “I know, I know it’s just that I want you guys to feel like I can be an asset to the team, that’s all. I feel useless just staying here and helping with the aftermath when the damage is done.”

“You are a big asset to this team, I don’t want any doubt in that pretty little head of yours.” She tapped your temple teasingly before putting some loose pieces of hair behind your ear. “I quite frankly don’t know what i’d do without you here, okay? You are a gift.”

It sounds weird, but the words felt oddly familiar to you. A gift. Maybe you were just touched by the compliment, but when you heard it, you felt that warm rush of energy stronger than ever.

Weird.

You nodded towards Natasha anyway, feeling more reassured with her words before rushing off to get dressed, realising that you were actually meant to be hurrying.

Sorry Cap.

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Turns out, the mission was a lot more physical than you all had originally thought. The team had severely underestimated the amount of henchmen that would be in this enemy base. The idea was that it’d be an in and out mission, go in, get the data, punch up any guys along the way, that was pretty much it.

That was not the case.

This place was a maze, a seriously locked down, heavily guarded and tricky maze. You felt like you were going in circles, a few of the others felt like they just turned a corner and they were back to square one, but with three more men. It was impossible.

After some tricky manoeuvring, and FRIDAY being the best at hacking computer systems, it was somewhat easy to navigate where to go and how to get the information you needed. You were actually coping a lot better than what you thought you would, your punches felt strong and their punches seemed a lot weaker than what you thought they’d be. Natasha hits harder than what these guys do.

You’d knocked down an entire corridor full of henchmen, looking back, it was just bodies, which, you couldn’t lie, you were slightly impressed with. You were almost at the main computer room with Tony, it basically being a clear path from where you were, except a couple of beaten down doors which were already dealt with thanks to the hulk.

However, all it took was Natasha’s voice ringing through the comms to make you stop in your tracks.

“Guys? I can’t get to the base, you’ll need to go ahead, I’ll try and get to the jet.”

“Romanoff, where are you? What happened?” Rogers immediately replied, but you were already running off, feet moving faster than what your mind could.

“One of the guys shot me, he’s got good aim, i’ll give him tha- ugh you son of a bitch!” She grunted into the comms, clearly taking a few rough hits.

“Nat, where are you?” You replied instead, trying your best to keep your voice from wavering with worry.

“I’m-” Another painful huff “I’m in the engine room. I think I got all the guys here, but be careful if you’re coming this way.”

“I’ll be there in two minutes. Hold on.”

You’ve never run so fast, rooms and doors becoming a mere shadow as you sped through the building. You didn’t even need the two minutes, you were bursting into the engine room in a minute, max. You scanned the room, quickly finding Nat hidden in the corner, her head thrown back against the wall, barely able to hold her head up.

“So much for being careful, heart eyes.” She mumbled.

The nickname made your heart flutter, reminding you of the first time you laid eyes on her, heart eyes, apparently. You knelt beside her, easily locating where she’d been hit by the blood soaking through her suit.

“I was careful, I’m still alive aren’t I?”

She gave a small laugh at your response, “Well, that’s true. Unless your a figment of my imagination.”

You pressed down on her abdomen as she hissed, okay, clearly your locating was accurate.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Hey, look at me.”

You followed her instructions, staying quiet for her to continue.

“Go and meet with Tony, okay? I’ll, I’ll be fine.”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“I said no, Romanoff. You’re coming home with us, alright? I’m not just leaving you here.”

She opened her mouth to speak again, but you shook your head, feeling a lump in your throat. You’ve never had to deal with this before, sure, you dealt with the injuries once they were back and some damage control had been done, but you’ve never seen her in this much pain, not bleeding this much.

You muttered to yourself, looking for something to help apply pressure to the injury. Your eyes then fell upon some cloth’s draped over storage boxed on the other side of the room. You grabbed some, ripped it up into smaller pieces and started to tie it around the redheads injuries.

You were panicking. You knew it from your heart racing, and Natasha could tell from the way your hands shook when applying the material. She hated seeing you like this, it’s why she hesitated with you coming on missions and potentially seeing her in this state. It’s what happens when you get so close to someone, it opens you up to hurt.

She raised her hands to place them on your shaky ones, trying to keep them steady. She could see the wet stains on your cheeks, saddened by the fact you’re having to deal with this.

“You’re doing good, okay? You’ve done all the right things.”

“Well,” Your voice shook again. “I have a good teacher.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m sure she’d say the same about her prize pupil.”

You smiled, finding comfort in her eyes, your heart raced every time you saw them, but you weren’t sure this was the same. It was like all the feelings you’d tried to hide away were all bubbling to the surface, it felt uncontrollable. But there was relief in letting go. It felt good to just let yourself feel it. It was silly to try to pretend you and Natasha were only friends, only teammates. There was so much more between the two of you, whether you admitted it or not.

“Uhm. Y/N. Are you supposed to be purple?”

“Huh?”

She nodded downwards, concern written all over her face, when your eyes followed, you’re sure that you followed suit. There was purple mist flowing from the palm of your hands and travelling directly towards Natasha’s wounds. Instinctively, you went to pull your hands away, until you noticed that the once bloody cloth material was changing back to it’s original white colour.

What the hell was happening?

It only took a few minutes before it looked like nothing had happened, and the purple mist ceased. You retracted your hands, balling them into fists and staring at them in pure wonder. You glanced up at Natasha, who looked much more like herself now, and watched as her hand came up to hold your cheek.

“Your eyes.”

“What about them?” You asked

“They’re purple.”

“What?” You reached to the side, picking up a shard of mirror that must’ve smashed when Natasha was fighting the enemy, you held it up in front of your face and saw that she was right, your eyes had gone from Y/E/C, to a shade of dark purple.

“You look beautiful.”

All of a sudden, like a train, it hits you.

“You’re a gift.”

“Your eyes.”

“Beautiful.

The mirror

The healing

The purple

The energy

“The gift looks good on you.”

Oh my god.

“Y/N!”

And there it was. The darkness returned.

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The familiar beeping could be heard when you opened your eyes again, your eyes adjusted to the familiar light you saw the last time you were in this bed. You remember. You didn’t forget?

You look to the side to see an all too recognisable face.

Nat.

“Now, what does this remind you of?” She smiled, her grip tightening on your hand. You think it’s for affection, and it is, but it’s also anxiety.

She’s sat by your bed for over 24 hours, completely riddled with dread that you’d wake up and forget everything again. She told you stories as you slept in the hopes that it’d process even though you couldn’t actively hear her. She hoped you’d remember, she wanted to thank you for saving her on the mission, she wanted to talk about the purple wisps.

She wanted to tell you how she really felt about you.

But she couldn’t do that if you thought she was a stranger. So it only felt right that she let out a huge sigh of relief when you didn’t look completely shocked at the sight of her.

“It reminds me of trying disgusting hospital food for the first time.” You laughed at the face she pulled, completely deadpan at your answer. Okay, clearly that wasn’t impressive, but you thought it was funny at least!

“I didn’t forget you Nat. Or the hospital food. But mainly you.”

“You remember everything?”

“I do.”

It happened so fast, you couldn’t even process the fact that she’d leant forward before you felt her lips on yours. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for you to relax into it, you’ve waited this moment for so long. Sure, you didn’t think it would happen like this, but, it’s happening.

She pulled away for air, too quickly for your liking, but breathing was a pretty high priority.

You opened your eyes again, feeling nothing but bliss.

“I’ve waited so long to finally do that.” She whispered, only inches away from your face

“I can guarantee I've waited longer.”

“Really?”

“Since the moment you walked in.”

“Ah, that explains the drool.” She joked, reminiscing over the memory with nothing but happiness.

“Shush.” You laughed, pushing her shoulder.

She glanced at your arms, shocked to see that the injuries from before had completely disappeared. There wasn’t a mark on you.

“You’ve healed.” She mumbled to you.

“Oh. Yeah.” You glanced down too follow her glance. “I remember that part too.”

“The missions?”

“That, but I remember pre-HYDRA days. Where my power comes from.” You spoke, mind wandering back to her mother. You wonder if she’s still living at home, if she knows where you are.

Fury walks in before you could finish the thought.

“Y/L/N, Romanoff. Well done on the mission, we were successful, we got all the information we required. Thank you both.”

You both nodded in sync in response.

“Y/L/N, When you’re ready, I think we should have a chat about what happened, get everything out on the table, find any answers you want, answer some that we have if you can.”

“Of course.”

“Rest up for now, I’ll see you in my office tomorrow morning.”

And off he went back outside.

“Should we have told him that you’re actually healed right now?”

“Nah. I want to spend some time with you.”

“All the time you need heart eyes. All the time you need.”

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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I have come to request something.

Remember when we talked about Tattoo Artist! Nat. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and just have fun. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Dom!Nat.

DESIGNS

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 628

WARNINGS: smut, strap on usage, threesome, making out, hint of manipulation, innocent!R, virginity loss, Mommy (N), breeding, shy!Wanda, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“How- how is this supposed to help exactly?” The tip of her cock teased your hole, a smirk planted on her face as she guided you to grind against her length. Her partner, Wanda, was sitting shyly next to the two of you, the ink gun in her hand. She looked down, trying to avoid all possible eye contact with either of you. Nat had always been derogatory, but this was a new level. Not once had she ever led someone to rest on her pulsing erection, and Wanda assumed someone would never agree to the request. Nat was attractive, sure, but she didn’t expect anyone to be as naive as you.

“It’s just going to distract you from the pain, sweetheart. We don’t want to hurt you, right, Wanda?” She nodded, giving you a hesitantly warm smile as you gulped nervously.

“Uhm, I’ve never-“ You cut yourself off, fears rising as you nearly admitted your pureness.

“Oh, baby, will I be your first?” You shook your head, yes, sniffling as your hips jutted lower, causing her cock to ease into your hole slowly. The tip was embraced with your warmth, and she moaned lowly at the contact.

“Well, I’m so honored. Why don’t you place your hands on my shoulders and let Wanda work, okay?” You did as told, your gaze falling to her breasts that were hidden by a sports bra and a loose tank top. She smiled, grasping your chin and leading you in for a long, passionate kiss. Wanda placed the pen against your lower back, following the sketch as you hissed in pain. But it wasn’t from the buzzing object, it was from the painful ache in your core as Nat stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, the pain will go away soon, little one.” She squeezed your lower cheeks, teasing her thumb near your tightest hole and causing you to bite your lip.

“No bitting, Mommy wants to kiss those sweet lips.” She groaned as her mouth collided with yours once again, her tongue making an appearance against yours.

“Mm, why don’t you give my partner here a little peck, hm? I bet she’s just dying to touch you.” The pen came to a stop for a quick moment, her hooded glances now being returned by you. You let her lean close, chuckling at the nervous glances she sent towards Nat.

“It’s okay, it’s just a little kiss.” The two of you whimpered as you came in contact, and her free hand grasped your thigh suddenly. She massaged the skin and caused you to rock your hips further, bringing Nat’s length to your g-spot that cried for attention.

“Mommy!” You screamed against Wanda’s lips, and she couldn’t help the fingers that trailed to your aching clit. Your hands groped your breasts until Nat guided them away, leading you to lower her top and suck on her hardened nipples. Wanda now lacked your lips, and she could’ve cried out because of it.

“Nat, you aren’t being fair.”

“Shh, get back to work and let me play with this one, I’m having too much fun with them.”

You weren’t given a warning when the buzzing stopped, nor were you informed when her drops of cum filled your cunt. You gasped in shock, placing your hand on your stomach and feeling the area. Your womb was now painted with her liquid, and your release coated her cock deliciously. She smirked, patting your back and letting you stand, which you failed to do easily. Wanda gave you one last glance before returning to the back.

“So, if you ever need another tattoo, call me.” She handed you a note with her number scribbled on it. “I’ll even give you a discount for being such a good customer.”

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sytoran · 10 months

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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 | series masterlist

After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.

pairing: goddess of lust! nat x G!P dom!fem!reader

genre: gods and goddesses AU / smut, fluff, angst (18+)

note: this started as a smut oneshot, but due to the overwhelming support of persisting individuals (cough 1k reblogs cough), i have decided to make it a short series! hope yall enjoy the lore and plot as much as i do

series m.list | main m.list | AO3

I. my divine goddess (2.5k)

II. a bloody lie (3.0k)

III. mortal demise (4.5k)

IV. devil's incarnate (2.7k)

V. fallen cradles (1.8k)

VI. on its way...

more chapters to come.

all chapters/rants/ideas/asks about this series will be tagged as ‘goddess natasha’!

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spiderfunkz · 10 months

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✧.* the way her hair falls

— summary : spending a night with natasha.

— pairings : natasha romanoff x gn!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : pure fluff, established relationship (they also share an apartment), pet names, kisses & cuddling, reader being head over heels for nat, super cheesy stuff, and some typos probably.

a/n : just a simple cute blurb with natasha!! i absolutely love writing these types of blurbs. also this is more from readers prespective of them & nat's relationship.

you absolutely love the night time. how the moon reflects on the buildings in new york, how the air feels thinner, how people laugh and smile under the stars, how everything feels so much slower, not-rushed, quieter, and more beautiful.

moments also feel more memorable at night. moments like when you first moved to new york, when you first heard the news that you got a job as an intern at stark-tech, and when you first met your future lover, natasha.

you fell in love so quickly, like a star that felt the magic of the moon for the first time.

since then you've never been happier, you've gotten closer over time, becoming friends, learning eachother's secrets, making inside jokes with one another, even patching her wounds sometimes.

you've learned how to care for eachother over time, which led to you one day asking her out on a date, which of course she said yes. and that led to you now.

the aroma of vanilla and coffee filled your apartment. you grab the cup and walked to your shared bedroom, with nat already comfortable in bed.

"coffee? it's already really late bubs." she yawned, "i'll live." you shrug, sipping on the drink.

you place the cup by the bed-side table before grabbing the sheets and snuggling near natasha. you lay near her as she slowly falls asleep, resting your head near hers.

you absolutely love nights like this. how music feels louder, how food tastes better, how the skies are prettier, and how you can spend it with your favorite person.

the way her hair falls, the way her freckles are more visible thanks to the moonlight. you adore her with all your soul and mind.

the polaroids stuck to your wall, capturing memories with her, the memory box on your shelf filled with all the notes she has given you and flowers that are now wilted.

you admire all the memories you've spent together as you fall to slumber.

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natashas-girl · 1 year

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Birthday girl

A/n: sorry this is a day late!

Summary: a natasha birthday fic without angst

genre: fluff

At 4:30 AM, before Natasha got up, you tip-toed into her room and slipped underneath her sheets.

"Happy birthday, natty." You whispered when her eyes fluttered open. The two of you hadn't moved in together yet, because you didn't want to rush it, but you had been dating for over a year now. "I was gonna give you some extra cuddle time before you went to the gym."

"I'll skip it this morning," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "I want more time with you." Her hand found yours as she buried herself in your side. Honestly, you just wanted to stay like that, forever and ever.

At some point, you fell asleep. You woke up to footsteps all around you.

"Hap-" you bolted up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You hissed. Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Thor, vision, clint, and yelena were standing by the foot of Natasha's bed.

"L/n," wanda teased, "didn't expect to see you here."

"You're going to wake her up, you absolute dumbasses! It's-" you looked at the clock on the wall. "Six AM!"

"She usually gets up at five!" Tony whined.

"It's her motherfucking birthday! She can sleep in!"

"For the record, or your grudge list, i told them it was a bad idea." Yelena whispered as she herded everyone out of Natasha's room. You sighed and climbed back into bed.

"Thanks," natasha whispered when you were back in her arms. "For 'earths mightiest heroes', they seem to be really bad at planning." She hopped out of bed and grabbed your hand, pulling you up. "Well, since your here and we're both awake, do you want to join me in the shower?"

You blushed. "Sure. . . If you really dont mind." She still screwed your brains, that girl.

Sorry, i wanted it to be longer but ran out of inspiration. I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how all of the natasha birthday fics are so angsty/smutty, so i tried to do just fluff ❤️ I struggled to find any plot though, and wow i did not realize until now how angsty my fics are lol

I know that its short. . . I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block lately, which is why i haven’t really been posting.

I hope that you liked it!

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widowshaze · 2 years

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prompt: “i got you a gift. i hope you like it.” and character who receives the gift tries not to mention that any gift would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from them

with nat please?🙈

this too was one of my favorites on the prompt list, thank you for requesting <3

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: none

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You carefully folded the last piece of wrapping paper on the box, lifting it over the side before securing it with a piece of tape. You grabbed the black bow you had picked out and gently placed it in the middle of the small rectangular box before securing it in place as well.

You stepped back and admired your piece of work and smiled in triumph once you realized you had perfectly wrapped it after your multiple failed attempts, it was for Nat, so you knew it had to be perfect, like her, as almost as cliché as they sounded it was true, she was perfection in human form and she deserved nothing less.

You picked up the package carefully in your hand and made your way out of your room, in search of wherever Nat was in the huge compound. Somehow it made you hate how extravagant it was, because each step you took and each minute that went by where you couldn’t find her, you were growing antsy.

You stepped in the common area, where your eyes landed on many of your other teammates, your eyes scanned the area and you huffed in annoyance when you didn’t see the particular redhead you were looking for.

“What’s got your panties in a twist Y/L/N?” Tony quipped with a smirk and you shot him a glare. “I don’t have time for your games Tony, I need to find Nat.”

“Ooo, looking for your lover girl?” Tony continued with a laugh and you crossed your arms, tilting your head and giving him a look. “I uh, I think I saw her earlier in the training room.” You smiled once he gave you the answer you were looking for and immediately made a bee line for the training room.

You pushed the double doors open upon your arrival and found her dead lifting, sweat glistened on her face and arms and your knees might have buckled because she looked hot, if that word did any justice for how attractive the sight before you was.

You cleared your throat to gain her attention and she dropped the weights the second she saw you, a smile overtaking her features as she watched you stand timidly in the doorway. “You can come join me detka, I don’t bite.” She smirked and you tried to hide the redness of your cheeks at the nickname as you made your way into the room and over to her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” She questioned and you rolled your eyes, before holding the present out in your hand in between the two of you. “I uhm, I got you a gift, I hope you like it.” You spoke softly as Nat reached out to take the present from your hand. She didn’t admit it out loud, but any gift from you she would love.

“Y/N/N, you didn’t-”

“Just open it.” You cut her off and she raised an eyebrow at you before turning her gaze back to the present and opening it. Her eyes landed on a small brown box once the wrapping paper was removed. She removed the lid on the box to reveal a small beaded bracelet with the initial of your first name along with the initial of hers on it.

“Y/N,” she whispered out, but you cut her off again. “I know it’s not much, but Wanda and I were crafting the other day and I thought you might like it, look,” you held up your wrist to show her you had your own. “I even made myself one so we could have matching ones and I know it’s childish but-”

This time she was the one to cut you off, and it wasn’t with words, but it was with her lips. You let out a squeal of shock before you succumbed to the kiss and kissed her back, your hands reaching out to grip her waist as your lips folded together in perfect unison. Her lips were soft, softer than you could have ever imagined and you almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure this was real.

Nat was the first to pull away once air became necessary, but before you could even open your mouth to speak, she said the three words you had been longing to hear since you joined the team.

“I love you. God I love you so much and I don’t care if it’s some silly bracelet made out of beads, the present was from you. Any gift given to me would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from you.” Your eyes welled up with tears at her words, and you gripped her wrists as her hands held your face gently between them. “Do you really mean that?”

She nodded in response as you smiled and leaned back in to kiss her once again, “if it means anything to you, I love you too.” Nat laughed against your lips as she kissed you once more, “good, because that would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t.”

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i haven’t wrote for nat in a while so i really enjoyed this, thank you <3

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moon3thereal · 2 years

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Can we have some soft fluffy Natasha x avenger!reader?? Maybe some cuddling on the couch at the compound, with Nat in reader’s arm and watching movie with the rain pouring outside and Natasha just so grateful to have such an amazing girlfriend who cares about her so much?!

PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE FINALS COMING UP AND I AM IN NEED OF SOFT FLUFF MOMENTS WITH NATASHA 😭🥺

Title: Forever And Always

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: kissing

a/n: this turned out as a short blurb but I do hope you enjoy it! soft Natasha has my entire heart

P. S. My requests are open, however, don’t forget to check out my request guidelines first before sending in an ask! Thank you <3

340 words

Days like this weren't special to other people, but to you and Natasha, these were the kinds of days you cherished the most. Simply feeling each other's presence and relaxing while sharing giggles, soft touches and kisses here and there. It was a rare day where you both had a day off, no bad guys to handle and certainly no monsters to slay. 'Heartstopper' was playing on the TV and the soothing sound of drizzling accompanied the introduction music of the show.

In one word, you could describe it as peace. Peace with your favorite person, your best friend and also your lover. You'd made popcorn and it was scattered everywhere, the result of your silly game of trying to catch popcorn in your mouth. It did make a mess, true, but it also made Natasha's face light up and melodious laughs that gave you butterflies filled the room.

Moments like these were your favorite, Natasha wasn't the Black Widow or the intimidating S.H.I.E.L.D agent, she was simply Natasha, your Natasha. She told you stories of her and Yelena and of all the silly games they made up and in return you'd shared pieces of your past that you'd always kept in the depths of your heart until you met her

"you know that feeling?" she turned and asked you "when you feel like your heart is about to explode and there's a whole swarm of butterflies in your stomach?" you teased "yes but also that feeling that makes me wish this would never end and we can stay like this forever" she whispered while playing with strands of your hair and lifted her eyes to meet yours. You stared into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity until you kissed her tenderly "I will always be with you Natalia, in this life and the next" you said, "i pinky promise" she giggled at that and held up her pinky to link it with yours. "forever and always?" she asked "forever and always." you affirmed.

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marvelseries19 · 2 years

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YOUNG CRIMINAL

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Your wife has been lying to you for months and you finally confronted the girl she was lying for.

A/N: Despite the summary, this is pure fluff, I promise. This fic is two things. One, me trying to get out of the writer's block that's been torturing me for months, and two, just trying something a bit new to me. Please enjoy and tell me what you think.

Warnings: None that I'm aware of but, please do let me know if you find one.

Word count: 845

[You do not have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours]

The room would be completely dark if it weren’t for the one lamp on the ceiling above the young girl sitting across from you. Usually, a dark room would annoy you, but this was an interrogation and you needed to create an environment.

“You gotta start talking kid,” you let your perfect posture make the intimidation for you.

The young redhead’s eyes went from yours to your wife standing next to you, pleading with her to end this questioning as if she hadn’t done anything bad.

The joke was on her because you had the evidence to back you up, you knew she had done it and you were going to make her confess.

It was a tough task, she was a very stubborn young girl and while you could be as strong-headed as the widow next to you, it had proven to be a lot harder than you had anticipated.

“Don’t look at her, look at me,” you had enough of the staring. “Your mother is not getting you out of this one kid”

She was getting impatient and you could tell that she was on the edge of telling you everything.

As a retaliation to your words, she decided on a staring contest with you, fully knowing that you would win but, teenagers always try to prove how tough they are.

“Mama, come on, please, can you just… help me out?” She tried the best version of the puppy eyes she used to when she was a kid to convince her mother but, it was no use, Natasha knew that you had caught the girl.

“Sorry love, your mom knows everything” The adult redhead shrugged her shoulder.

“Fine…” With a roll of her eyes, she started talking, “I was the one that scratched your car but, it was an accident!” She tried to explain. “I swear it was a dear!”

“All 8 times?!” You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Since your daughter got her learner’s permit, she had been using your car, you failed to notice that she was as good of a driver as her mother is. Natasha had been trying to cover up for her and told you she was the one that was driving, which you knew wasn’t true because she had her own car so, after the third time it happened you decided to put a camera in the garage. After that, every time she came back, you checked the car and that’s how you knew that your wife was taking the blame.

“Was that so hard, honey?” You finally stood from the diner table and turned the rest of the lights on. “Now, you can go to your room”

Amelia and Natasha shared a confused look before looking at you.

“That’s it? You’re not going to say yell at me? aren’t you mad?” She didn’t understand why you weren’t more angry, after all that’s why she had convinced Natasha to cover for her, she was scared of your reaction. You walked closer to her and wrapped her in your arms, she returned the hug and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Honey, of course, I’m not mad, after all your driving skills come from your mom” You caressed her back in a comforting manner. “You can always tell me, I’m not going to yell at you, it’s just a car, I’m just glad you never got hurt”

“I’m sorry we lied…It was very irresponsible and I’ll never do it again, I promise!” She let go of the hug to look at you.

“I know you are love and thank you for the promise…” You smiled at her before you continued, “You’re still grounded though but, good try with the promise” She really was getting better at talking herself out of trouble.

“Damn, I really thought I got you this time but, fine” After that she went back to her room.

Natasha walked behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, you enjoyed the warmth of her body against yours.

“You handled that well” She whispered next to your ear, enjoying how the baby hairs at the back of your neck stood up. After so many years together, she could still make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

She turned around in her arms to face her. “Yeah… I didn’t think she would confess” You chuckled. “I thought she would blame you again”

She smiled, “hmm… well, you caught us on the lie so… I couldn’t take the blame this time”

“About that… don’t do it again, you’re supposed to be on my side” She pecked your lips softly before slightly separating from you.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” She asked with a smile on her face, the one she always uses to tease you.

“Well… you did lie to me so…” you teased her back.

She hummed in acknowledgment “How about… I make it up to you?” She said while leaving soft kisses from your jaw to your neck.

“I accept the offer” You both shared a quick kiss before taking it back to your bedroom.

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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.

No.

Relax.

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.

But you didn’t want to be petty.

You were more mature than this.

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.

“Fuck sweets, you look-

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.

Since when did he call anyone else doll.

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right?

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.

An hour later, it was 7.

Then 7:30.

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was.

You avoided him in the morning.

And the day after that.

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?

“I didn’t mean to forget-

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.

“Baby, please!”

No.

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love”

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you”

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”

“Fuck, I love you James”

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”

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