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scar-lie · 2 months

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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

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You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.

You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.

“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.

“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.

“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.

“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.

“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.

This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.

But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.

You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.

You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.

You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.

They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.

But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.

but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.

"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.

“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.

“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.

"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.

“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.

“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.

“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.

" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.

Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.

So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.

But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.

“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.

"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.

“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.

"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.

“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.

“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.

“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.

“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.

“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.

Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.

In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.

“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.

‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.

“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.

But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

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dc-marvel-life · 7 months

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You Are My Family Now

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: Natasha is dating someone that the team does not like and tries to get Natasha together with Bruce.

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: This is for @waltermis. I saw that you looking for a story like this, and I love the idea so much I made it. Lisichka - little fox, I found this online so I am not 100% sure if it means little fox.

Warnings: The team is mean

You are an ex-assassin/spy for hire who was awfully good at her job. Your biggest enemy was the Avengers, but they never were about to spot you. You caused many injuries and near-death experiences for them, so you were on their naughty list.

No one in the world was able to get close enough to catch you, well no one but Natasha Romanoff. You also have a soft spot for you. You could never pinpoint exactly why but you had the biggest crush on her. It was the way her body moved against you. It was always a dance between you too, but you always got away. You couldn’t tell if you were just that skilled or she let you go on purpose.

You thought that she liked the cat and mouse game that you both played just as much as you do. It was also the way she talked to you. No matter what the situation is or what you said, she always had a sassy comeback that made your heart skip a beat.

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It all changed one night in Paris. You were working a job where you needed to take out a mob boss who was staying at a hotel nearby. You were just about to walk up and take him out when Natasha came out of nowhere and stopped you.

A fight ensued and you got badly injured. You couldn’t finish the mission with how bad the wound was. You needed to get to your safe house immediately and take care of the wound before you bleed out. You somehow managed to get to your safe house alive, but you weren’t alone. Natasha was able to follow you back.

“Looks like you got sloppy there Silver Fox,” Natasha says once she enters your safe house with a gun in hand. You smile at the way she says your code name. She says it with so much lust behind it. This time you couldn’t say anything smart back at her because you were bleeding to death.

Natasha looked at you and saw that you were in real pain. You are lying on the floor with your hand on the wound trying to put pressure on it but slowly losing it. Just like you, Natasha had a soft for you too. Natasha puts down her gun and treats your wound. Once she finishes patching you up, she puts you in the bed and finds some food and water for you.

“Don’t scare me like that again Fox” Natasha says handing you water.

“Wouldn’t plan on it. Then who would you track across the whole world to see” you say taking the water.

“By the way, my name is Y/N,” you say realizing that you never knew each other names. Just code names Black Widow and Silver Fox.

“My name is Natasha. It is nice to finally meet you” Natasha says with a small smile. You both stare at each other’s eyes then something clicks. You both lean in for a kiss that feels like it lasted for hours. That night you both made love in that safe house until the sun came up.

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That became your guys' routine for a few years. You guys will find each other then find a hotel or safe house to make love all night and leave in the morning. During the years that you both have been hooking up with each other, you started to fall in love with Natasha. After you guys finished, you would talk about everything. She told you about the Red Room and how she lost her sister. You told her about your backstory and why you are an assassin/spy.

You wanted to do better for Natasha, so you slowly started to take fewer and fewer jobs until you were completely out. Natasha was able to track you down in Jamaica. Once she got there, you told her that you were about of the game and wanted to do right by her. Natasha was so happy to hear it and officially asked you to be her girlfriend.

You said yes and you guys spent a week in Jamaica. Natasha didn’t know that you planned for this whole week. It was the best time of your life.

A month later, Natasha told the team that you guys were together and they weren’t happy about it. You have caused so much damage to the team over the years and it can’t be fixed anytime soon.

You understood and asked for a chance. The team didn’t want to give you a chance, but Fury wanted to keep your talents so he let you on the team with pushback.

You were happy that you could actually do some good in the world and be near your girlfriend. After a few months of staying there, you and Natasha moved into the same room together. Everything was going great with you two.

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Now you are on a solo mission while the team is at the compound having a chill night drinking, playing games, and watching movies.

Natasha is drinking with the rest of the team but she is waiting for you to be back. You told her tonight when you come back you are going to cook her a nice meal to celebrate each other. So Natasha is trying not to drink too much unlike her teammates who are drunk right now.

“You know Nat, you shouldn’t be dating Gold Fox,” Tony says slurring his words.

“It is Silver Fox and she has a name,” Natasha says defensively.

“Look what we are trying to say that she isn’t good for you. Why not date Bruce? He is a better fit for you” Wanda says to her best friend. Natasha rolls her eyes at the thought of it. She only wants to be with you. It was no secret that Bruce has a crush on Natasha and everyone is for it but you and Natasha.

“No, I am in a happy relationship” Natasha bites back at her team.

“How about you kiss to see? You may never know. Now kiss” Tony says and the whole team starts to chant ‘kiss’.

“Hell no!” Natasha says but now Bruce is drunk and has some confidence. He comes over to where Natasha is and pulls her into a kiss with the team cheering.

Then you hear a loud bang. The team turns around to see you standing there with bags of groceries. You drop the bags and leave the compound.

“Look at what you guys did” Natasha gets up to try and catch you but you are long gone. Natasha sighs and starts to pick up the bags that you dropped. Natasha let out a sigh because she was looking forward to dinner. You always made her the best food and she wanted a night alone with you. You've both been on missions back to back and needed it.

Natasha picks up the bags and sees a small box. She opens the box to see a beautiful engagement ring. It is the ring that Natasha has been describing you for months now.

“You guys are all dicks!” Natasha screams and takes off to the landing bay. She knew exactly where you were going. The safe house in Paris.

Natasha takes a small jet and goes to you. She gets to the safe house and sees you on the bed in a ball crying while holding a picture of you two on your first date.

“Lisichka” Natasha comes over to you and holds you tight. She wipes away your tears.

“Why would you do it” you say in a small voice.

“Lisichka, it didn’t happen that way. The whole team was drunk and wanted me to kiss Bruce. I said no and he came up and grabbed me. He kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him. These lips are only for you” Natasha kisses your cheek. You turn around so you are looking in her eyes to see that she is telling the truth, and she is.

Natasha likes to think that you can’t tell when she is lying but you also do.

“Now were you serious about this” Natasha holds up the box.

“Yes. I was supposed to ask you about a beautiful dinner and it be romantic” you say sadly.

“Well, the answer is yes. And this is just perfect for me” Natasha kisses you with all the passion that she has. You hold her close so she does go away.

“Let’s run away together,” Natasha says once she breaks the kiss.

“Baby, no,” you say and Natasha looks at you confused.

“As much as I would love to run away with you. The Avengers are your family. You even got Yelena back in your life. I don’t want to be the reason why you have to leave your family” you say holding her cheek.

“You know that you are my family now too right” Natasha gets the ring out of the box. You stop her and put the ring on her.

“That’s very true,” you admire her with the ring on.

“Fine, but I will make them like you,” Natasha says in all seriousness.

“I bet you will,” you say and kiss Natasha again. You guys spend the night making love to each other in the same place that started it all.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Kinktober (9)- Begging

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: While you are tied up, your girlfriends intend on giving you a show that leaves you begging for more.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Threesome, Magic restraints, Magic Cum-filled Strap-on, Dirty Talk, Fake cum, Creampies

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“Please…” you whimpered, eyes pleading desperately at your girlfriends who were currently making out on your bed. You watched attentively as Natasha cupped Wanda’s jaw, her tongue sliding into the witch’s mouth to deepen the kiss. Wanda’s toned thighs straddling the redhead, the bare skin teasing you from your position across the room.

Red tendrils held your arms down against the arms of the chair you were in, your legs also tied to each chair leg making you spread out on the piece of furniture and left to watch the show they were putting on for you.

Two sets of green eyes turned to you at your plea, both women also smirking at the pathetic tone and clear frustration on your face. They simply ignored you after that, turning back to one another and crashing their lips together again. A moan escaped Wanda when Natasha flipped them over, pinning the brunette to the bed and holding her hands above her head before kissing down her neck.

“Don’t tease me Nat,” Wanda husked out, glaring down at the spy who looked up with an innocent glint in her eyes.

“I’m not teasing you, love,” she purred, looking over to you with a knowing smirk. One of your favourite things was to take your time with the witch, have her sensitive to your touch, calling your name out in frustration as you slowly explored her body. A small groan escaped you when you realised what Natasha was trying to do.

“Don’t make me tie you down too,” the witch huffed out, a chuckle escaping Natasha before she placed another kiss to the top of her breasts and climbed back up to press her lips to the woman under her.

“What do you want me to do Wanda?” Natasha’s Russian accent wrapped around her words delicately as she murmured against the brunette’s lips. The witch simply answered by conjuring a red strap on around the older woman’s waist, peering up at her with a mischievous look.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, breaking her hands free from the spy’s grip and scratching down her back to leave red trails. Natasha groans in response and kisses Wanda once again, pouring passion and want into it before pulling away. “Don’t be gentle with me Detka,” she whispers, and you let out another desperate noise.

You watch with jealousy as Natasha lines up the tip of the toy and thrusts it into Wanda, both moaning at the feeling. You groan to yourself when you realise Wanda’s enchanted the toy so Natasha can feel everything as she slides the toy out and slams back into the witch. A guttural moan is ripped from the back of Wanda’s throat when Natasha starts to pound into her, the brunette’s fingers tangling into the red locks and pulling her head closer to crash their lips together.

Your hands fight vigorously with the magic restraints, aimless words tumbling out of your mouth, begging either woman to let you get involved. Your words fall on deaf ears though as Wanda calls out the spy’s name along with curse words in Sokovian while Natasha moves to bury her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around the toy.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Wanda moans and you feel like you’re literally about to combust on the spot, “Look how good Nat’s fucking me.” Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words as you watch Natasha move to kneel, her hips still snapping into Wanda as her hands lift the witch’s hips to thrust deeper into her. Wanda throws her head back at the action, showing off her sharp jawline and how her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Please, please let me go,” you whine, still pointlessly trying to move your arms. Wanda lolls her head to the side to look at you, her mouth parting into an o shape as Natasha hits a sweet spot inside her.

“You’re taking me so well Wanda,” Natasha pants out, moving a hand to circle the brunette’s clit and earning a loud moan in response. “Do you want to come for me?” she looks down at Wanda who nods her head, tearing her gaze away from you to look at the spy.

“Please let me come Nat,” she groans out, her hands gripping Natasha’s forearms as her fingers dig into the witch’s waist.

“Come for me,” Natasha rasps out while leaning down, moaning into the kiss as she feels her walls clench around her and body tense, her orgasm ripping through her body. Natasha follows straight after, hips stuttering as she comes into the Wanda, fake come filling her up as she moans loudly at the strange sensation.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch them recover, the throb between your legs incessant as you stare at the scene in front of you.

“Please,” you whimper out once again, making them both turn to look at you. Natasha pulls out of Wanda, the white liquid slowly oozing out of her before Natasha uses her finger to push it back in.

“Shush baby,” Wanda says while conjuring another red strap on, this time around your waist. “Do you want to fill me up too?” she purrs, climbing onto your lap effortlessly and gripping the toy. Your hips buck as best they can under her at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around you.

“I want to make you feel so good,” you groan when she sinks down onto you, leaning forward to rest your head against her chest. “Can I touch you now?” You moan when you feel how tight and warm she is, her hips moving up and down you at a tortuous pace.

She hums to begin with, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at her, “What do you think Nat, should I let her?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she husks out, walking till she’s behind your seated form, hands drifting across your shoulders and collarbones, “She has to ask nicely first.”

“Please let me touch you,” you sigh out, Wanda grinding down on the toy while moaning next to your ear now, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to touch you, please, I want to make you feel so good Wands,” you plea, the desperate tone making her take pity on you. Her magic dissipates around you, one hand immediately going to her waist to guide her movements while the other goes to her clit, circling it in time with each movement of her hips.

“Fuck baby,” she moans, moving to kiss you while Natasha starts to mark your neck. “That’s it, right there,” Wanda groans out when you thrust your hips slightly under her, hitting all the right places as she starts to bounce on your lap.

“Oh shit,” you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, face moving to the crook of her neck as you whimper against the skin, “I’m gonna come, please, can I?”

“Not yet,” she sighs out, tugging you by your hair to look into your eyes, “Just hold it a little longer,” she murmurs softly, pressing her lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda continues to ride you, moans freely leaving your lips as you try to hold back.

“Please, I can’t hold it much longer,” she shakes her head, you groaning in response.

“Just a little longer,” her hips are relentless as she lifts her hips up then slams them back down, your fingers still circling her clit, “Fuck. Come with me baby,” she practically screams, her clenching around you and coming. Fake cum spills into her as you bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moan, hips twitching and legs shaking as you finally come.

“You ok baby?” you hear her whisper, nodding your head and snuggling against her chest.

“You did so well for us,” you hear them both whispering praise before guiding you to the bed, letting you tangle your limbs with theirs as you cuddle. You don’t notice when they clean themselves up or yourself, too blissed out with pleasure and easily drift off to sleep in between your girlfriends.

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spiderfunkz · 8 months

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✧.* THE STATUE OR ME ?

— summary : natasha gets jealous over a statue.

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, a kiss on the cheek, reader being a tease, not proofread.

a/n : inspired by this one prompt i found somewhere with my own spin on it. my requests for natasha are open so please request some prompts !! sorry this ones short lolz

the museum was cold as you dig your hands deeper into your pockets. natasha was standing beside you, her hands wrapped around your waist.

the museum room was filled with all kinds of art. realism, surrealism, sculptures, pottery, expressionism. everything was so beautiful and eye-catching for you. you love art, you love learning about it, seeing it, and even doing it.

though, natasha didn't think the same as you. she went there to make you happy and to keep you company. she didn't know much about art, but she does know that you in fact, absolutely love it. but that doesn't change the fact that she's cold, and that she feels out of place.

inching closer to you, natasha looks up to see the statue you have been admiring. "wow. inspiring, captivating even." you say in a flat tone.

natasha groans, "can we go to another part of the museum? i rather not look at naked statues from 1,000 years ago." she turns to you.

"you just don't appreciate it the way i do." you shrug. "there is no statue in this world that deserves this much attention from you." she states.

"just look at the way his hands are wrapped around his neck. i bet his name is lucas, or maybe gary. he looks like a gary." you joked, natasha was not amused.

"it sounds like you're in love with gary."

"eh, a little bit."

"why don't you just date gary then?" she suggests. "are you getting jealous over a statue, nat?" you let out a chuckle.

"no." she shook her head. "you're pouting." you point out. "no, i'm not." she quickly answers.

"for what it's worth, my type is human, alive. not stone, dead." you explain. "you've given gary more compliments than me." she pouts.

"fine, i like your hair and smile. where as gary does not have hair, and he does not have a smile." you cross your arms, "and if he did have a smile, i bet it won't be as lovely and bright as yours." you added.

natasha smiles. "see, there it is!" you kiss her on the cheek. "i'm glad you think this highly of me." natasha's mood seemed to become better. "and the implication that bald people are statues." she added.

"if you were a statue though..."

"i'm never taking you to a museum ever again." she sighed.

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ihartnat · 1 year

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are you ashamed?

minors do not initiate! +18

genre: smut

pairings: secret girlfriend natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, dom!nat, sub!reader, rough sex, vulgar language, mentions of violence, blowjobs, angry sex. lmk if i miss something…

summary: natasha waits for the principal to show up in the office to receive her official suspension after getting caught for immoral behavior. but unexpectedly, you showed up instead of the principal, she didn’t think twice about using this moment to punish you for making her jealous.

"so fucking boring." natasha muttered to herself, taking her phone out of her pocket to look at the time.

there wasn't going to be a lot of time for this. she was expected to be yelled at by the principal and her council of teachers and tell to get the out of the school, in short a suspension, as usual.

but instead, she was waiting for the them to arrive for over half an hour while sitting on the antique couch inside the principal's office. the principal’s office was peaceful at this moment, there was no teachers or other staff around.

natasha thought that she could accomplish a lot of things in 30 minutes. such as you. YES YOU. when she thought of your face, she grinned to herself, realizing that 30 minutes would be more than enough time for her to take care of you.

you helped her to survive this school. she hated school. she didn’t want to go to school first of all.

on the other hand, you, one of the good girl in school, natasha’s secret girlfriend, loves school.

you were the only reason why she continued to attend school because she was so in love with the way you blush when you were trying to stop her from teasing you during class hours.

she was in love with everything about you — the way you would bite your lips, the way you would try to pull her hand away from your crotch, the way you would squeal in her whispers when she touched you.

you were the most attractive girl, especially in her eyes, the girl that everyone admired, the finest student in the class, and she loves the sight when you were on your knees pleading for her attention was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“fucking hell.” she clenched her fists, getting annoyed. she could be fucking your gorgeous pussy in one of those empty classes right now, but she believed that today's bad luck prevented her from doing so...

she assumed that today was not her day because, despite coming here in the hopes of seeing your attractive face or perhaps more, all she got was a suspension again and again just because she broke someone's nose, she punched the guy's face for multiple times ending him up to the hospital. she believed that the fool who tried to flirt with you in front of her deserved what he was getting. she could not just simply stand by and observe.

she had to punish you for that as she was still aware of the earlier incidents. she couldn't have her girlfriend acting inappropriately behind her back, although she was aware that you wouldn't act in such a manner, this was just another opportunity for her to fuck you dumb, and she was wise enough to realize that she shouldn't pass it up.

since the principal and the teachers didn't appear to be arriving anytime soon, natasha waited for a further 20 minutes before losing all her patience and deciding to leave.

"bullshit, i'm going. fucking waste of time." natasha hissed as she made her way to the door, wishing to leave this place as soon as possible. she just wasted so much time waiting.

she pulled the door open aggressively while muttering vulgarities till her eyes met your extremely bewildered ones. she smirked on how her food was placed immediately right in front of her.

"well, look who's here." she grinned playfully, before you had a chance to respond, she pulled you inside the principal’s office, trapping you between the door and herself.

"hi there baby, came to visit me?"

"natasha, what are you doing here —" you paused in mid-sentence as you thought back to the earlier incident, "wait, are you getting suspended again?"

"yeah obviously, thanks to you."

thanks to me? what did i do?

"i didn't even do anything?" you answered confused.

"if you didn't do anything then why did i end up breaking that fucking guy's nose, mhm? why did he end up in the hospital?"

"nat — i told him i wasn't interested and you saw that. you heard that. you know, i’ll never —”

"i do saw that, baby... but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a punishment." she whispered to my ear, "that made me jealous a while ago, you know? if one of your teacher didn’t caught me beating those guy’s ass, i’m sure he is now dead. that shit pissed me off.” she chuckled bitterly.

you felt bad to that guy and to natasha as you looked down and as usual, you were the one who caused why she ended up here, in the principal's office.

"what are those files?" she asked, her hand continued to play with your smooth strands while she remained in direct range.

“the principal told me to bring these here.”

you were the most well-known student for being intelligent after all, so of course the principal would trust you with the files and shit, natasha thought.

“so he is not coming?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

you shook your head, responding as a no, “well, he said they have an urgent meeting with the other teachers.” you answered.

"ugh! that fucking bastard." she cursed angrily, knowing she waited for almost an hour for nothing.

wait, that wasn't nothing because you were finally here. time wasn’t wasted at all.

her mood suddenly changed, "won’t you look at that.." natasha pulled you by your chin, “it’s gonna be just you and me here alone, mhm?”

even though she was used to being suspended, you couldn't help but feel guilty for giving her one again. you nodded slowly, trying not to look into her eyes. the fact that her attractive face was only a few inches away from yours didn't exactly ease your severe uneasiness either; rather, it served to aggravate it.

she interrupted your deep thoughts by lightly brushing your lower lip with her thumb. she kissed you on the lips and whispered, "you put me in so much trouble, baby."

"i'm sorry." you apologized. it made you despise yourself that you could now only whisper. she was well aware of your vulnerability to her power, and in most cases—like this one—you didn't even attempt to resist.

she smirked evilly, "wanna show me how sorry you are, sweetheart?” she moved closer and breathed hot air in your face, bringing you further closer to her. her lips were seductively brushing against yours.

you knew where this was going.

"hurry, baby. show me how sorry you are." she repeated, sounding like she was eager.

the thought of having sex in the principal's office was too risky. also, you were not sure if there was a cctv camera. if there was, you would be dead.

"i — what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously.

"get on your knees for me?” she cooed, kissing you on the corner of your lips until it went down to your neck.

you moaned slightly to the feeling of it, you were starting to feel something hot inside your body.

you did as you were told, noticing how hard she was already. the excitement of having natasha fuck your mouth and having her deeply within your tummy made you tighten your thighs.

she gave you a gentle tap on the lips to signal that you should open wide for her, and when you did, she grinned with pleasure. she immediately unbuckled her belt and slid down her pants for you, her skillful hands working quickly for the sake of both of you.

"y/n..." she whined quietly, after a few strokes, she pushed her tip on your mouth, allowing you to suck a little before fully squeezing in. "would your teachers be proud if they knew how slut you are for my cock?"

you've been in the principal's office for a couple of times already due to school work reasons but this time you were here with your secret girlfriend — doing some inappropriate work.

“mhm oh god, just like that baby, you’re doing so good!” natasha praised you while she proceeded to fuck your mouth aggressively with her tip on the back of your throat, "keep going, baby. you're my dirty little girl, right?"

due to the way you gagged around her and the way her motions caused your jaw to slack, a mixture of your spit and her cum was dripping from your chin.

as you continued sucking her, you hollowed your cheeks around her length to increase her enjoyment. you could notice how hard she was trying to control her moans by biting on her lips repeatedly to keep quiet.

you, on the other hand, were never a fan of risky activities like public sex, but natasha was a sucker for that. she often begged for a quickie during lunch or a quick head after school, claiming no one would notice—which, for the most part, was true. even though you weren't a big fan, you had to confess that you enjoyed the excitement.

"fuck baby, i'm so close." natasha moaned pretty loudly, her voice gradually becoming higher as she came closer. she shifted you away from her dick by tugging on your hair, causing her length to fall free with a quiet pop.

you were sure that your mascara was fully ruined, the coat of cum and spit that had piled on your chin together with your uniform made you look horrible, but the way natasha was staring at you with her green eyes as she was panting made you feel like the hottest woman in the world.

she pushed you into the antique couch that she had been sitting on a while ago while wrapping her hands around your neck. she tightened her teeth and said, "you’re so fucking beautiful," noticing how ravishingly beautiful you were just for her.

natasha turned you around and bent you over, she grinned as she noticed the wetness on your adorable undies and said, "you love being a slut for me, don't you?” she teased by slapping your pussy over your panties while putting her fingers on the enter where it was soaking wet.

“nat, please…”

“please, what?” she chucked evilly. “i wish your teachers could see you like this. see how ‘good innocent student’ you are.” she let out, emphasizing those words.

she pulled your panties down, growling at the sight of your wetness stuck to your underwear. “god baby, you’re making me so horny. i can’t wait to put this cock inside of you.” she let out and slapped your ass.

you were now so wet, you want to take her cock. you want her inside of you, “nat, i want you now.” you muttered.

natasha smirked at you and pulled your panties down to your legs, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby. look at your pussy, it look so perfect, just for me.” she said as she was looking at the fully viewed pussy of yours.

“nat, please just fuck me!” you hissed desperately.

“didn’t your teachers teach you to be patient?” natasha laughed. she was now rubbing her tip on your entrance, making you squirm slighty and more desperate. “i guess they didn’t. be my pretty good student then.”

“i — ”before you could speak, natasha pushed her big thick cock all the way inside you, without any warning. you bit your lips and hissed in pain, as your pussy sucking her cock.

with each thrust, natasha began to move her hips slowly yet deeply as though she enjoyed your reaction. she was going to take her time with you and fuck you mercilessly.

you couldn't move in the position she had you in, making her the clear dominant one. she was holding body, mostly your hips tightly, her groans filled the room along with your little whimpers as you could feel her movements quickening. your pitches followed the beat of her hips, increasing with each hit.

with that, you were making an effort to control your noise, but natasha, was there to disrupt your plans as she started aggressively slamming her cock into you nonstop.

“nat, please slow down….” you whined quietly.

you were a completely moron to assume that she would still have some kindness left in her at this point.

“are you scared of getting caught? you scared they might see you like this?” she spanked your ass, wanting you to lose yourself even more.

“mhm god… you’re so big…” you murmured, biting the cushion as you tried to lower your moans, you hissed in pain after she slapped you in the ass.

“or you are ashamed to be getting fucked by me, huh?” she pulled your head back and freed you from the cushions you were biting on. she was seeking for a response from you and you know to yourself she would not be pleased until she had one.

“n-no please, nat!” you cried out as you stuttered, hands searching for something to grab onto. she was fucking you so hard, you were now bending your neck and back causing it to almost break. at this point, talking was difficult for you to do right now.

“fuck y/n! look at me when i’m talking to you!” she forced your head back much more, putting a tight grip around your throat and locking you in the position she put you in. “why do you want us to be in secret? are you ashamed of me? am I not good enough for you, mhm?”

this time, her voice was serious and even sounded hurt. with the way she bottomed out, feeling her deep inside your pussy, you could see her releasing all the repressed annoyance from you. you were extremely close.

“y-you are nat, i’m sorry, p-please...” you begged.

you realized that she had a reason to be upset and with that you wanted to talk to about it with her.

“please? in the mood to beg today, huh sweetheart?” she teased, she loved seeing you looking like a mess and miserable. natasha couldn't manage to stay mad with you. it was pissing the shit out of her but she couldn't help it, she was too fragile for you. “do you wanna cum, baby?”

“yes please, baby…”

“come for me, baby.”

just like you, she was close to her climax. she was been trying to hold it together for a while, but having you so beautiful on her cock with the school uniform was driving her crazy. she wanted to breed you so bad in this room and corrupt every good thing about you.

she had to give you a few more deep thrusts before you began cumming and moaning weakly. her hot seeds spilled into your throbbing pussy and sweat was now pouring from your bodies as you both panted and gasped.

she gave you a kiss on your neck as she pulled out. you saw her wiping all the mess you both made using her hoodie. she helped you to fix your clothes back in proper. you smiled at her knowing she was always doing the aftercare every time you both do it.

both of you were now sitting on the couch, while your head was resting on natasha’s shoulder.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” the embarrassment quickly overcame her as she whispered softly, her head bowed in shame.

you gave her a confused look and asked, “for what?”

“you know for this… i know you hate being in risk.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her hair behind her ear. “baby, it’s okay i like doing it with you...” you said, giving her a peck on the lips, “…and i think i should be the who need to apologize.”

“what? why?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“uh… for making you feel i’m ashamed of you. for our relationship.”

“oh god, i didn’t mean to —”

“no nat, you were right.” you interrupted her, thinking she deserved better than being a secret. to be honest, you were scared that people in school and your parents would know that you were finally dating someone and you were still not comfortable with the thought of them knowing you have a girlfriend, “we should finally tell people we’re dating so no one would get hurt again.” you chucked a little.

“even your parents?” natasha asked and you nodded.

“you sure? you know i just talk a lot sometimes.” she laughed. “we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable, baby...”

“i’m so sure baby, i want them to know that i am your girlfriend and you are only mine.” you bit your lips and grinned in excitement.

when she heard what you said, natasha smiled and leaned in to give you a passionate kiss. you loved how forgiving and patient she was with you. you could never asked for more. you were so lucky to have her. she was such a keeper.

“i think i should get going, still have a math class.” you giggled as the two of you pulled away.

“you’re such a nerd.” she teased.

“shut up and go to your class too!” you scolded her, rolling your eyes playfully.

“nah, i’d rather stay here than listen to mrs. hugo’s history lecture. her class is so boring for real.” natasha said and rolled her eyes dramatically.

you shook your head and said, “ fine whatever, nat… see you tomorrow.”

“see you later.” she corrected, “i’ll come get you after your class.” natasha smirked and gave you a wink.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut

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kararomanoff · 1 year

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Professor Romanoff's dirty slut

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not read.

warning: pet names(dove, baby, detka (baby), honey ect.), maybe degradation, oral (r giving), mommy kink, age gap (legal)

Who know miss romanoff would be this way when your one minute late to class

i might make this a two parts but idk yet

It’s Tuesday morning and you had a Russian lecture with Miss Romanoff, she was a mysterious woman with her red shoulder length locks of hair and a body carved by the greatest gods hands, Miss Romanoff is the woman of your dreams but she’s your professor, although your unconscious mind didn’t care about that always trying to make it harder for you by giving you the most filthy wet dreams to ever be see and you just happened to have one last night.

you walk into the lecture hall just one minute late but Natasha still picked up on it and she was gonna use it.

the lecture was as normal, you spent the majority of the the lecture fantasising about your professor; about how her raspy voice would sound whispered in your ear for only you to hear, how her hands would feel as they wonder over your body and how her lips would touch against your neck while leaving marks of belonging. “miss y/l/n, please stay behind I would like to speak to you” miss romanoff says breaking you out of your thoughts “that is the end of the lecture, have a nice rest of the day. I will see you all again on Friday” you hadn’t even realised that you had blanked out for the whole lecture, wait did professor romanoff notice? Is that why you were to say behind? Shit

“come with me y/n” miss romanoff said standing up once every one left, you followed her down the busy hall ways until you where lead into a dark office that you assumed to be miss Romanoff’s.

She sits down at her desk “sit” she commands, you sit as fast as possible feeling the need to do whatever she says “good girl” fuck.

“you where late” she states sternly “I was?” You ask not in the know that you had been, all be it by one minute “yes, by one minute” “ohh thank god I thought I had be serious late” you breathe relieved

“YOU WHERE LATE!” She raises her voice “ ‘m sorry” “good…. Now did you pay attention to my lecture?” “I- yes- I did” you speak nervously “really because you seemed pretty distracted honey” it shocked you how she could change so suddenly from being pissed to soft and caring “I mean- yeah I was a bit but I promise it won’t happen again”

“Mhmm…..what districts you sweetheart?” Miss Romanoff's voice sounded raspier as she asked “I-I- I’m not sure” “I think you know dove, it’s okay you can tell me”

“y-you” your shaky voice came out quiet, your leg shakes and your hand fidget's with your rings ''yeah?'' miss romanoff ask with a sly look, pretending she hadn't already known that, as if she didn't touch herself to the thought of you far more than anyone would ever willingly admit ''what about me distracts you detka?'' miss romanoff ask as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse and looks back up to see the hesitant look on your face ''tell me, im not judging you''

''your voice and your body and how mysterious you seem and how you'd-no-i'' you paused and she gives you a nod to continue ''how-how you'd...........touch...me'' miss romanoff smirks at you words

''i bet you lie in bed at night touching yourself at the thought of me'' your blushing cheeks was enough to tell her that you did ''come to mommy detka'' your professor spoke, you got up and stopped till you got the beautiful woman, she stood, starting to pull down her slacks and lacey black panties, when she was done she sat back down on her leather spinning chair ''your going to eat mommy out till she cums to show her how make you want her'' ''yes mommy'' ''good girl, now get to work and please your mommy like the good girl you are'' Natasha grabs your face and shove it to her heat ''eat'' and so you do you starts to kitty lick her clit, her moans encouraging you to continue ''don't be a fucking bitch don't tease me'' ''sorry mommy'' ''if you where really sorry you wouldn't be using your mouth to vocally apologise'' she was stern

you put your head back down pushing your tongue inside of her, she pulls your hair in response ''ughhhh....thats it slut'' Natasha starts to grind her hips against your face, her clit hitting against your nose ''such a dirty slut for mommy huh? ugh-mh-i... fucking whore im cumming- shit'' once she comes down from her high she pulls your face away ''you better leave, your definitely late for your next lecture'' you nod getting up and then wipe your face before you walk to the door.

as your about to open the door you hear miss romanoff ''see you soon'' she winks, god

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff #fanfic #female #natasha romanova #natalia romanova #fanfic smut #mommy!nat #female reader #lesbian #black widow #marvel #fypage #black widow x reader

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wandasmistress · 1 year

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Trapped

Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission

Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)

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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.

Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha.

When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.

What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story.

You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd.

She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace, why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.

Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.

Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.

She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.

Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.

“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.

“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.

“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.

She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.

“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.

Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop.

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.

Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.

You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.

“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.

“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.

Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.

“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.

She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.

You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”

She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”

Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.

You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.

Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.

You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.

As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.

“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.

Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”

You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.

Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.

“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”

Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.

“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.

There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap.

In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.

You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.

You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.

Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.

She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.

When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.

There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.

“I really missed this.”

You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”

She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face.

“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.

The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing.

A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.

No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.

Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.

You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off.

Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green.

Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.

You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure.

Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time.

This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.

It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.

You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.

She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.

In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.

“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.

After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.

It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.

Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out.

Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched.

Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.

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marvelflame2010 · 6 months

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Anya: The wee-hoo thingy?

Natasha: You mean the fire alarm?!

(aka, Anya not understanding certain English words and Natasha getting a grey hair.)

(Find my story at https://www.quotev.com/story/15345168/The-Winter-Widow/1)

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waltermis · 7 months

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My comfort character

#natasha romanoff #marvel #avengers #mcu #natasha romanova #natalia romanoff #natalia romanova #black widow #scarlett johansson #nat romanoff

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lucentcosmos · 6 months

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616 Marvel October week 2 - Clint & Natasha

#natasha romanova #clint barton #black widow #hawkeye #marvel comics #marvel fanart #clintnat #clintasha #fanart #own art

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scar-lie · 9 months

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My Wife [Natasha]

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Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

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"Here she is....AAAAHHHHH HERE'S MY WIFE." You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

"Arghh........please Y/N, I'm not your wife," Natasha groaned, going to the kitchen that's attached to the living room and getting a glass of white wine.

Pfff, yes, you are, even though I haven't put the ring on those beautiful, slender fingers of yours. You're my wife already........I know it," you said with a giggle, then ran to her.

"Stop, please, Y/N, I'm not your wife nor your girlfriend; for god's sake, I'm way older than you." You just ignored her sentence and hugged her from behind. Since she's taller than you, you cuddled your face on her back.

"Y/N," she sighs, taking your arms around her and pushing you gently.

"Come on, don't make your wife sad and pouty." You pout and give her puppy eyes, but she just rolls her eyes. She's already annoyed and already at her limit, but she just controls herself so she doesn't snap at you.

Natasha is already pissed and stressed by the paperwork. Fury gave it to her yesterday, and she still has one pile of it that needs to be done by tomorrow. This makes her beyond pissed, so your teasing and calling her wife makes her irritated, and the teasing by the team didn't help.

"Come on, Nat, don't make your little missy sad and pouty. Tony teases with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows when Natasha's eyes and Tony's meet while you look over your shoulder and wink at them. That makes me giggle more.

"Nat, don't make my daughter, or should I say your wife, sad and pouty; you're going to regret it," Clint, your father, teases while drinking beer, and Natasha looks at him in disbelief.

'Seriously, you're pairing your daughter with me, your best friend, who's 15 years older than her?! ' Natasha asked herself and huffed.

Seriously, Clint, that's your daughter for god's sake," Natasha said in disbelief, and the team laughed while you just smiled at her innocently, hands held together in front of you, swayed your top body from right to left, and looked up at her eyes, and she scoffed.

"Argh....I don't have time for your bullshit," she spat, and she just left with her PB&J and her white wine, going back to her room.

"Another time," you whisper to yourself, a little hurt, then go back to joking with the team.

—

You're brushing your hair in front of your mirror on the vanity table while drying it. The only thing that's covering your naked body is your undergarment underneat the towel wrapped around your chest down to your mid-thighs when there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You shout with one closed eye, drying your front upper hair. That's when you saw Natasha enter your room in her black sexy dress, revealing her upper boobs and hugging her figures.

This makes you smile widely. Seeing your wife—well, not technically, but for you, she's your wife—wearing this beautiful dress and coming to your room here in the compound makes you flutter, so I put down the hair dryer, then turn around my chair, flashing her my wide smile.

"Arghh......will you cut that fucking grin of yours? You look creepy," she spat, but you ignored it and stood up, still smiling.

"Did you dress for me? Awww, you should inform me that we're going on a date." You fake pout, then run to her and hug her.

"Argh, get off of me, and no, I'm not going out with you; I'm here because I have something to tell you." Then she pushes you away, then crosses her arms across her chest, which makes her boobs get bigger, so I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Aww are you going to confess to me? That's sweet, but no need; I told you you were my wife, so it's—" she quickly cut me off with a harsh tone.

"No, and I'm here to tell you to stop calling me your wife; I am not, and stop going around and telling people that you're my wife because that's a lie," she said with gritted teeth and piercing angry eyes, looking at your soul.`

"I'm. Not. Your. Wife...............I don't fucking like you, your just a young woman who seeks attention to everybody, you're ruining everything, even my date, you little shit, just accept the fact that I'm not into you, you little attention seeker, she spat, the anger of her now spilling out, and this makes you shrink.

"You're out of my league; for God's sake, I don't need nor want a burden like you in my life, so fucking stop, you people's pleaser, bullshit!" she screams and gets out of your room, slamming the door shut on the way.

You just stand there, looking at the wall in front of you where she was previously standing, and a single tear falls down, followed by another tear. You're breathing heavily, and the towel around you makes you feel like it's trapping you tightly.

So you take it off, throw it away somewhere in your room, and start to claw your throat down your chest, crumble down on the floor, and crawl backwards until your bare back gets contact with your bed.

"Air... air...I-I....ne-need air," you rasp out, breathing heavily. Your neck and chest already have an angry red line, and you keep kicking the floor and squirming in your seat.

"Air......" Tears stream down your face as you try to get as much air as you can, but then there's another knock on your door.

"Y/N/N? Honey, are you alright? I heard some noises." Your Dad knocks, waiting for your response, but that didn't come; instead, a series of noises like someone keeping banging the wall or floor

"Honey?" Clint grows worried, so he quickly opens the door and finds you on the floor, gasping for air.

"Honey, oh god, breathe, baby, breathe," he said, taking you in his arms, holding you tightly, and putting your head on his chest.

"Listen to my heart and follow my breathing, baby," and Clint takes deep breaths while rubbing your back until your breathing is back to normal. Because of what happened, your body gives up, and you fall asleep in your father's embrace.

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After what happened, you still call Natasha your wife, and this makes Natasha pissed off every time; even seeing your face already pissed her off. Of course, your father, Clint, didn't know what happened that night; all he knew was that you had a panic attack.

You don't want to cause any trouble between your Dad and his best friend, slash your ultimate crush—no, you've fallen for them—so you just make excuses and lie about the panic attack almost every night so you wouldn't cause any chaos on the team.

"Are you ready?" your father asked you when you came into the living room, bags in your hands.

"Yeah, I think all of my things are packed." You give him a sweet smile, so he nods.

"Ok, let's go; we're heading out now, guys. Bye." You two said your goodbyes to the team and waved at them. You turned around to go to the Quinjet but stopped when one voice bid them farewell.

"See you next week." You both looked back and saw Natasha just entering the living room.

"Yeah, see you next week, my wife." You wiggle your eyebrows again, and she instantly rolls her eyes, already pissed.

"Just get out of my hair for god's sake," she mumbled to herself, which no one heard, but you read her lips, so you just smiled at her.

"Don't miss me too much, ok? I'll just be gone for a week. Now be careful, my wife." You bid your good-bye with your father to Natasha and go to the quinjet, going home to your family that you missed.

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A week and days go by, but Clint still hasn't come back to the compound with you, but the team understands when Clint informs them that he or you two can't come back just yet.

Well, you're not really a part of the Avengers (Your father didn’t let you just yet), but you grew up with them since Clint adopted you when they saw you—a 14-year-old girl trapped in a cell of a Hydra facility—so they took care of you, and Clint and Laura adopted you.

"Clint?" The two married couples look at the doorway when they hear a knock on the door followed by Natasha's voice.

"Nat? What are you doing here?" Clint asked once he opened the door, stepping aside to let Natasha get inside his house.

But Natasha quickly frowned, and then she got greeted with pure silence; not even Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel greeted her, especially you, who show enthusiasm when you see her, but no, it's a complete silence, like only Clint or Laura are the only people in the house.

"Nat," Laura greeted her with a hug, and she returned it.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here," Clint said, and they sat on the couch while Laura made coffee.

"I'm worried; it's nearly two weeks and you and Y/N still haven't stepped foot in the compound." Clint looked back over his shoulder at his wife, and they exchanged looks.

"What? What is it?" Natasha quickly asked, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Clint." Laura nods at Clint as her husband sighs.

"It's Y/N." Then he stands up.

"Follow me." Natwsha quickly stood up, and she followed her best friend with her heart pumping.

"I don't know how you will react, but hold yourself together," Clint said, and with that, they opened your bedroom door, and there you are, laying in your bed, back facing them.

"What about her?" Natasha asked, seeing that there's nothing wrong but you're just lying down in your bed.

Clint nods at Nat towards you, so she walks around your bed just to find you, looking at the wall blankly, eye bags under your eyes; you're smaller, and now you're skinny as she last saw you, and you didn't hold a single emotion; it's all blank.

She gasps at it and steps her foot back, shocked at what she saw—the once-held beauty of a beautiful smile and the spark in your eyes every time she sees you are long gone.

This isn't what she expects when she steps foot on the farm. The first time she steps foot on the Barton's resident, she feels something isn't right.

Because every time she would pay a visit, even if she was far away, you could sense it and quickly run to her and greet her with a warm hug.

She should know better to know something is definitely wrong from the first time she feels something's not right, which was a week ago, two days after that night.

"Hey...Y/N?" Natasha whispers, slowly walking towards you and crouching down to your level.

Natasha bites her lower lips when she doesn't get any reaction or a single move out of you; you're just there, laying down, looking into nothing.

"Y/N/N... he-hey...please look at me," Natasha whispered, softly touching your arm, but still nothing. She bit her lips harder and looked at Clint, and the couple just shook their heads.

"Clint, tell me, Natasha begged, walking towards them, so Clint pulled her out of the room and closed the door.

"I don't know Nat, I-" Clint sighs, closing his eyes. It breaks him to see his daughter like this.

"It's just one day she's like that," Laura continued, eyes full of worry and sadness.

"When we got home, she was so jolly, and then after two days, she's just like that. I should have known that something was wrong the first time I noticed she was so jolly." Clint holds his wife's hand tightly, and Laura squeezes it back.

"What? What do you mean, Clint?" Natasha grows so anxious that she starts to rub her hand on her jeans.

"She has depression, Nat; she always has." Natasha gasps at hearing the new information and looks back at your closed door.

"It's my fault," she whispered to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to stay.......here?" She looked at the couple and wiped her tears.

"Until Y/N is better.....please" She clenches her hand with her nail digging into her palm, and the couple sigh, nodding.

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Since the day Natasha knew about you, she has stayed by your side and refused to leave you. She will tell you how beautiful the weather is or how beautiful the night sky is. She will also tell you stories and read books while she lies beside you, but mostly she's hugging you tightly. When the night comes, once your eyes are closed, her tears run down, wetting your pillow, and she quietly sobs while hugging you tightly, telling you how sorry she was.

"Y/N/N, I have some of your favorite Y/F/S," Natasha beams, entering your room, and she sees you there, sitting up on your bed, which makes her stop.

Y/N-," she quickly runs to you, puts the snacks on your bedside table, and helps you up because she knows you always lose balance.

"Going to the bathroom?" You just shook your head and pointed to the window.

Out," you whisper in horse, and this surprises Natasha, because after weeks of trying to make you say a single word or a letter, you finally spoke, but she quickly gets out of her trace and nods happily.

Ok." With that, she helped you go out and sit in the rocking chair.

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Natasha asked carefully, looking at your side profile.

You didn't answer back; instead, you just looked at the dogs playing in the field—the three dogs you love, and one of them is the one you saved from the explosion.

"Ok, I'll just get us snacks and drinks." With that, Natasha left with a little smile on her face.

You've been improving for over 3 weeks; you've improved a lot more than the first time she saw you; you've been eating at least 2 times a day, even if it's just a few spoonfuls of food; you've been starting to acknowledge your surroundings, answering them with a nod or shook of your head; your pale skin is now gaining color; and now, you want to get up and go out to look outside, which is a kind of big step in your stage.

"Ok, here are the snacks," Natasha said, resting the snacks and drinks on the table. You look at her and nod.

Thanks," she smiled, nodding at you.

"You're welcome" and means that you start to eat the snacks little by little.

"Ca-can..." you whisper and grab a drink. Natasha waits until you take a sip of water.

"Can...you tell me a story?" She smiles and nods, happy that you're finding some comfort in her stories.

"Of course." With that, she starts another story of her life before they meet you and rescue you.

In some point you're loving the stories she's telling you, specially when she tell you the stories of her sister Yelena in the Red Room, you even request it to her to tell you stories with Yelena in Red Room, you don't know but knowing someone suffer the same pain and having a similar backstories/past is bringing you comfort, that your not the only one who go through it all

But for Natasha, she doesn't want to share it; she still struggles to open up about her past. It's hard for her, but seeing you wanting to know it and the feeling of getting it out without judgment feels too good, so she learns to open up to you and let herself be vulnerable.

Slowly, you're getting better, and sometimes you're smiling too. You're joining them at the dining table and listening to their jokes. You even join them on movie nights. Either your siblings will cuddle you or Natasha.

"Dinner's ready!" Laura shouts, smiling that her eldest daughter is starting to go back to them again.

Hey, dinner's ready; do you want to eat now or later?"Natasha asked, looking at your side profile while you looked up at the calm night sky with various stars and your eyes sparkling while watching.

"Let's go." You look at her and nod, so you two go to the dining table and see everybody already sitting there, waiting for you two.

"Sissy, look, it’s your favorite," Lila said with a smile and pointed to the dish, so you smiled at her.

"Yeah, it is, thanks mom," you smile at Laura, and she stops herself to shed a tear and nod at you.

"You're welcome, my sweetheart." With that, you all pray and start eating while joking around.

D-dad," you giggle for the first time, and all of them look at you with shock and a smile on their faces.

"Yo-you..." you smile and point to his chest.

"You have crust on your chest," you say, and he looks down and gasps dramatically.

"Oh, silly me, hahaha.......I'm such a clumsy person," he mocks one of those girls in the movie who acted in such a precious move, and this makes you giggle more.

"My wife's giggling." Natasha can't help but miss how enthusiastic you are around her, especially when you call her your wife. She misses it, and deep down in her, she likes it—no, she loves it; she just doesn't want to admit it.

But this causes your smile to drop, and you look down on your food and take a small bite. With this, they all look at you, and Natasha grows worried, already regretting what she said.

"I'm not your wife," you coldly reply, and Natasha's heart clenches, so she just nods and tries not to show how hurt she is.

Now she knows how it feels to be rejected, and now she knows that this feeling is always lingering on her every day, hour, or minute, and it hurts her like hell.

"Oh...so-sorry-" she said, getting cut off when you stood up to leave.

"Wait, where are you going, honey?" Clint asked, standing up and going around the table.

"Up to my room." You refuse the help of your father and go up to your room by yourself.

This makes Natasha shrink in her seat, look down on her food, and clench her hand that's holding the utensil.

I-I. I'm sorry, Clint.....I-I fucked up again," Natasha whispered, and she quickly stood up to leave before anyone in the family could say a word.

"Nat wait—" Clint got stopped by his wife.

"Let her be for now, Clint; she needs space." Clint looks at his wife, worried. They both know how guilty Natasha is of what she had done before, and Natasha thinks she deserves to be blamed even though the couple didn't blame her.

She just needs something to hold on to to blame, and that's what she chooses; that's her way to cope up and fight for you, and the thought that she fucked up again didn't sit well on her mind; it keeps messing with her head.

Now, you're sitting in your chair, looking out the window, while Natasha takes a ride on her big bike, going as far away from you as she can. She just can't stand to be near you right now, so while she's driving, she keeps wiping her tears until she's out of town and parks at the nearby gas station.

She looks at the empty street and the night sky. She sighs before going inside the store and buying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and gum.

"Why do you have to be stupid and ruin the best things in your life, Natalia? she hissed to herself once she got out of the store.

going far enough in the gas station with her bike and lighting her cigarette, looking up at the night sky, who shine with the stars

"It is really beautiful," she whispers to herself, only appreciating the night sky now. At first, she doesn't get why people, or specifically you, love looking up at the night sky. Even in the compound, she always finds you at night on the rooftop, laying down with the blanket on the floor and looking up, or at the edge of the building, feet swinging back and forth while looking up.

Now she knows why the silence, the calmness, and the beauty of the night help you and calm you down in times like this and especially make you realize some things you are constantly denying and what you've done and make your mind clear.

After a few sticks of cigarette while looking at the night sky, she starts to feel a raindrop starting to fall down and a thunder sound can be heard in the place, so she quickly steps on the cigarette.

She hops on her bike to go back to Barton's house before the rain gets worse, or at least she wishes, but she's so wrong because she's just driving back for over 5 minutes when the heavy raindrops start to fall down, soaking her wet.

Once she got back, she was drenched from head to toe inside her boots, and it was cold as hell, so she quickly got inside, taking her boots and jacket off.

"Nat?" Natasha stops and looks forward to seeing Clint, Laura, and you sitting on the couch.

"So-sorry about the floor," She whispers, and Laura gives her a towel.

"That's ok, go and dry yourself." She nodded and went upstairs to take a quick warm shower and change into her pajamas. Once she got out of her room, Clint was waiting for her with a crossed arm. At this point, she understands if he wants her to go back to the compound tomorrow morning.

"Clint look," she started, but he cut her off.

"I trust you, Nat; I trust you with Y/N's life; I don't know what I'm going to do; I can't read her; and she refuses every help we offer her; she just wants to be on the couch." Clint looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please....try Nat," he said, Nat looking at him hesitantly.

"It's not your fault, Nat; trust me when I say It's not your fault." She shook her head, not believing him.

"You're her light in her dark mind; you're keeping her alive. She saw something in you that saved her. You saved her so many times in any way you could possibly save her." She looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

"I want my Y/N back, the jolly one. But you're the only one who can bring her back. Please, Nat '' Nat plays with her tongue on her right inner cheek while nodding.

"I'll try..." With that, she composes herself and goes down where you are, passing Laura on the way.

"Hey...Y/N/N?" she asked softly, like the first time you look over your shoulder for a second and go back looking at the movie playing in front of you with the lowest volume, so she sat beside you.

"Can you tell me your story again, the one with Yelena?" you asked, still looking at the TV.

"Yeah, ok." Natasha sighs and starts to tell you her story of how the Red Room is programmed and how she needs to fight for her and Yelena.

"What happened to Yelena?" Natasha can't find a word, not a single one; she just shuts her mouth. She doesn't know how to answer your question.

Even though she and her sister are reunited and in a good relationship, she just can't accept the fact that she escaped the Red Room without her, so she just leaves Yelena alone.

"I-she..." she said, looking down on her hand.

"Did you leave with her?" She could feel your gaze on her, so she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No," Natasha looked up to you, but you shook your head, going back to watch the movie. Natasha thought it was her cue to leave you alone, so she stood up and turned around to leave.

"I am her," you said while still watching, and Natasha looked back at you with a frown.

"What?" She waited for you to talk again, now facing you.

"I am Yelena," you whisper, fidgeting your hand, so Natasha sat beside you again, looking closely at your side profile.

"I was left behind too..............by my older sister," Natasha gasped, biting her lips.

"She left me behind the four walls of the cell in Hydra...............she just used me to get her way out there." You look at Natasha for a second and go back to the movie. Natasha is shocked to learn this story.

No one on the team, even your parents, knows this; all they know is that you're the only one left alive from the Hydra experiments; they didn't know that you have a sister.

"Wh-what happened to her?" Natasha wants to hold you, but she doesn't know if you want that.

"I don't know, but one day when I'm in training, they just throw her dead body in front of me, telling me that I will end up the same as my sister if I try to escape." You stand up and go outside on the porch, so Natasha follows you behind.

"I don't know what I should feel.........I'm-......I'm not allowed to feel anything." You start to go down the stairs of the porch.

"Y/N, wait, no, you're going to get yourself soaked." Natasha tries to get you back to the porch, but you're already down on the grass, where your body is starting to get soaked.

"I didn't know that I was bottling it up..........I don't know what feelings or emotions are." Natasha doesn't have any choice, so she follows you.

"Until I meet you and the team..........you all show me what emotion is." You stop in the middle of the field, 30 feet away from your house, and the fact that you're starting to shiver makes Natasha notice it, so she grows worried.

Y/N, you're going to get sick; please let's get back." She stands beside you. You smile, looking up and letting the raindrop fall on your face.

"And I hate it............" You look at her with teary eyes and a smile.

"At first, because that's where I start to feel the grief, betrayal, guilt, sadness, loneliness, depression, and how much of a monster I am—" your tears start to roll down your eyes, but even if they're running down your checks with the raindrop, Natasha knew you're crying.

"Y/N" Natasha is going to hug you, but she stops when you talk again.

"But I am grateful and happy because... over my entire life, I finally know and feel what happiness is and what love means." That's when Natasha hugs you, rubbing your back.

"But it's too much......I don't want to feel it anymore. It hurts." You sob on her shoulder.

Natasha's own tears roll down her cheeks while she shushing you, holding you, and comforting you while you sob, letting go of every emotion you bottled up.

"Let it all out, baby. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave. Just let it all out." Natasha whispers in your ear while you hold on to her shirt tightly like your life depends on it.

"I hate it." Your sob subsides a little, and you tuck your head on her neck, already tired, and keep whispering, 'I hate it.

"I know...shhh, I know. I know, love. I know," she whispers, running her hand over your hair.

"Help me," you whisper, looking up at her eyes, so when she meets your eyes, she smiles and nods, happy that you're opening yourself to her and letting her in.

"I will.....I will be by your side every step of the way. Ok, cause I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you, ok?" your lips starting to quiver while looking up at her eyes.

"You love me?" A spark in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, and she smiled, nodding.

"Of course, I'm your wife, and I'm going to put a ring on those gorgeous fingers someday." Natasha kissed your forehead, and she saw Clint running in your direction with two towels and one umbrella.

"Now let's go inside; you're shivering. You're going to get cold." You again buried your face on her chest while shaking your head, making her chuckle.

"But I like the rain," and that's when Clint quickly put the umbrella under your heads.

"Oh my god.......I thought something happened to the both of you!" Clint exclaimed, putting the umbrella he's using between his shoulders and checking while wrapping the towel around the both of you.

Dad," and you hug him, so he hugs you back tightly; it's been a while since he's been able to hug you.

"Let's go home now, sweetheart." With that, Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you and Natasha back to the house.

—

Since then Natasha always with you, she still read you book, tell you stories and help you every ups and downs on your life, she even take you for a ride every now and then, going into different places where she knows you will love and she even give you flowers even if she just steal some on the garden of your parents or someone else

With the help of your now-lover and your family, the team is constantly visiting you, and you've healed from a big rough patch.

Hey, you leave me for a sec there? "You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at your girlfriend for over 6 months now, who's been lying beside you in your sahred bed, in your shared bedroom; it's actually Natasha's bedroom, but she insists that you should move in, so every time you're in the compound, your room is Natasha's.

"Sorry" you whisper with a shy smile.

"That's ok, my love." She smiled, then started to tickle you.

"It's a tickle monster," she said, and she started to tickle your stomach, which made you squeal and try to get out of her grip.

"St-stop Natty... please," you laugh out loud, pushing her hand away.

"What? I can't hear you!"You scream when her fingers start to tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your armpit.

"NAAATTYYYY!" You scream, and she suddenly stops looking down at you, and you pant heavily.

"You ok?" she asked, taking a deep breath to get some needed air.

"Yeah," you look up and giggle, then her dementor changes; she looks like she is thinking deeply while examining your face structure.

"Nat?" you whisper, putting your hand on her right check. She sighs and leans on your hand.

"You look like an angel, my darling, and I really love you so much," she whispered, kissing your palm and laying down beside you, pulling you in so now your back is facing her, cuddling, her being the big spoon and you're the small spoon.

"And I really love you too, my big bear," You whisper, hugging her arm that's wrapped around your waist.

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Manners

Request: Can I request a fic where Kate sees Natasha tickle Yelena. Then maybe a week later the image is still in her head and decides to try it out for herself?

Summary: Yelena has no regards to manners when it comes to eating, so Natasha knows a way to get her to cooperate. Kate sees this interaction and decides to test it out for herself.

Notes: Thank you so much for this request! It was very cute and I enjoyed writing it! Hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1285

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Natasha, Yelena, and Kate were all sitting on a couch together, watching a movie at night. There were lots of blankets, snacks, drinks, and most importantly sugar surrounding the girls. Yelena opened her bag of popcorn, stuffing handfuls into her mouth while asking Natasha what was happening.

“Yelena, haven’t we been over this? Don’t talk with your mouth spilling popcorn everywhere,” Natasha playfully scolded.

“Whatever Poser, just answer the question,” Yelena said, stuffing another handful into her mouth.

“You know what? I actually think we should teach you manners first before we finish the movie,” Natasha said, putting the popcorn bag on the coffee table. Yelena’s mouth dropped open in betrayal, much to Natasha and Kate’s amusement.

Yelena quickly tried to throw the numerous blankets off of her, but Natasha used this to her advantage. The redhead grabbed the other end of the blanket, using it to wrap Yelena up into a little human burrito with her feet sticking out. Natasha, being skilled at this, knew all the loopholes and made sure to cover them all. She had put the opening of the blanket underneath Yelena so she couldn’t uncover herself and escape. However, she also made sure Yelena’s feet and head were sticking out so she could breathe, but also be tickled to pieces.

“Natasha! Let me eat my popcorn!” The blonde shouted angrily, kicking and struggling to escape.

“Not until you learn how to eat it properly,” Natasha teased, placing one hand on Yelena’s shins, and using her other hand to drag a nail up her foot.

“AH! Natasha don’t!” Yelena threatened, already starting to break out into a grin.

Meanwhile, Kate was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching curiously. It was rare for her to see Yelena lose to anyone, even in a playful fight. Usually she was so tough and could defeat anyone in her path. However, Kate knew this could come in handy for her someday. The brunette quietly grabbed a soda off the table and sat back to watch and take mental notes.

“Laughing already?” Natasha teased, still using one finger to drag up and down Yelena’s foot.

“Ihihi’m nohohot,” Yelena stubbornly giggled out.

“Sounds like giggles to me,” Natasha remarked, now using her two index fingers to tickle each foot.

Yelena cursed at her sister, twisting around with her arms trapped underneath the wrapped blanket.

“It’s okay to laugh and be a little ticklish weakling,” Natasha teased, knowing that her sister was always so tough, except when she was faced with a light touch.

“Nehehever hehehe,” Yelena adorably giggled, much to Kate’s surprise.

“You can barely stand one finger, just wait until I use all ten of mine,” Natasha said, promptly switching to spidering all ten of her fingers over her sister’s soft soles, sending the blonde into frantic laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP,” Yelena pleaded.

“Are you gonna eat popcorn properly?” Natasha asked, as the blonde just stubbornly shook her head while laughing her head off.

“You sure about that?” Natasha asked, holding her toes back and using her other hand to tickle the spot right underneath them. This caused Yelena to shriek and kick desperately, as she couldn’t stand the overly sensitive ticklish sensation she was feeling.

“OHOKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” Yelena screamed, aggressively nodding yes when her sister asked her if she would eat popcorn properly.

“See Kate?” That’s exactly how you break her,” Natasha commented, helping Yelena unwrap herself from the blanket.

“Kate Bishop don’t you dare. If you try anything I will twist you into a pretzel and leave you there,” Yelena threatened, staring the brunette down.

Kate just nodded, scared of any retaliation that would occur.

“Nah, don't fall for her fake toughness. She’ll crumble the minute you tickle her,” Natasha said, proving her point by squeezing her sister’s side, earning a yelp and a slap on the arm.

The three of them settled down and finished the movie, as Yelena ate her popcorn properly…for now.

A few days later, Yelena was going to the store to get a few things.

“Does anyone need anything?” Yelena called out.

Kate perked up at the question, as she needed a new umbrella, as hers had broken in the wind.

“Can you pick up an umbrella for me?” Kate asked, her voice quieting at the end.

“Sorry Kate, I don’t have time for errands for peasants,” Yelena said teasingly, but maintaining enough seriousness to mess with Kate. Most of the time Kate would get down and think Yelena was serious until the blonde would explain that she’s just teasing. Yelena expected this reaction again, but to her surprise, Kate was heading towards her confidently.

For once, Yelena cowered slightly, unsure of what Kate was gonna do. As tough and strong as Yelena was, Kate was also a strong and skilled fighter herself.

“You wanna think again about that statement?” Kate asked, catching Yelena off guard and throwing her onto the couch. Kate quickly pinned Yelena’s wrists under her knees, leaving her whole torso exposed.

There was a small flash of fear on Yelena’s face before she returned to her snarky self.

“Kate Bishop, this is nice and all, but you heard me. I have errands to run, and not for you,” the blonde said, sticking her tongue out to taunt Kate.

“Good thing I know your weakness!” Kate said cheerfully, but partly nervous. She didn’t know if Yelena would want to be tickled by her or if she would get mad. But she was so intrigued by her weakness that she just had to explore it more. With that, Kate wiggled her fingers menacingly and began to claw at Yelena’s ribs.

The blonde exploded into laughter, not used to Kate’s tickle techniques.

“KAHAHATE! WHY!?!” Yelena shouted, struggling to get out from under her.

“I’m not gonna stop until you get my umbrella!” Kate said triumphantly, enjoying this rare power over her friend.

“SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU,” Yelena retorted, as Kate blew a raspberry on her stomach and tickled up and down her sides.

The blonde let out a new round of fresh belly laughter, unable to control her reactions.

Kate reached down to squeeze Yelena’s knees and thighs, earning her even more laughter and kicks, making it hard for her to keep Yelena pinned.

Kate then decided to explore another spot. What she didn’t know was that she had hit the jackpot. Kate took her sharp nails and began to wiggle them on the side of Yelena’s neck, causing the blonde to scrunch up and squeal, a sight that was as rare as a blue moon.

Yelena was now laughing silently, shaking her head to try to get her friend to stop. Kate couldn’t help but laugh and quickly used her other hand to get a video.

Yelena had reached max embarrassment and her face was flushed a deep red, as she tapped out without a word.

The blonde laid there panting, processing what had just happened, before shooting a glare at Kate.

“What was that?” Yelena asked in disbelief, word for word for what she said in the elevator after she was slapped.

“Well, I’ve seen Natasha do it so much and it always works. So I decided to try it myself,” Kate said with a smug grin.

“You are so annoying,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“Why do you need an umbrella anyway?” Yelena asked after a bit.

“Oh, I actually don’t need one. I just wanted an excuse to tickle you,” Kate said with a sly grin.

“Oh really?” Yelena said, now tackling her friend and tormenting her a thousand times worse. Safe to say, they all knew how to keep each other in check. All through the power of tickles.

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