#blackwidow!reader

[hoedamn-eron]

sunshine

Your relationship with the system is going really well, incredible even. But you have a difficult past and the boys are thinking about the future.

Warnings: Very sensitive topics discussed in this fic. Pregnancy talk and infertility talk (forced sterilisation). Being drugged for a medical procedure. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Angsty with a happy ending. Mentions some spoilers for Black Widow. Slightly proofread so prone to some mistakes (as per usual). Word count: 4,724 words (11 pages on Microsoft Word!) F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This took me 3 weeks to write and post, I am so sorry. Inspired by this post by @jupitersmoon167. Also, in true Shannon fashion, there is a coffee shop in this. I swear, one day, I'll move on from coffee shops 😂

Steven mostly fronts through this so: Marc internal dialogue. Jake internal dialogue.

You wanted to put your past behind you, you really did.

Ever since Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova destroyed the Red Room and given everyone the antidote for the mind-control agent, you had felt a little lost. You wandered between countries for a while, trying to find yourself. Some of the other Black Widows kept in touch but eventually they went silent, choosing their own paths and creating their own lives, probably trying to let go of the past, just like you were.

You had found your family, but they had also moved on. You didn’t even approach them as you watched them from afar for a while, always dressed inconspicuously as not to raise any attention to yourself. They seemed happy. You didn’t want to shake up their dynamic.

You eventually settled in London, getting a small, nice, quiet job in a café by the British Museum, where all the university students were residing. It was mundane, and that’s exactly what you needed. You were staying in a hostel for a while before you saved up enough to start renting a flat for yourself, near Camden. The tube was nearby so it wasn’t too far from your job and you enjoyed going to the markets in your spare time every now and then. You settled into your new life as well as you could (you still couldn’t quite stop the habit of assessing your surroundings and listening carefully to each person you saw in the café), and you felt like you had finally started to move on like everyone else had done.

Then you met Steven Grant.

He came into your life unexpectedly and noisily. It was a cold Saturday morning in October and you were opening the café for the morning shift, struggling with the key in the lock, when he had solidly bumped into you. He had, of course, taken you by surprise and you immediately went into defence mode, ready to take him out when he was already apologising profusely, claiming he wasn’t looking where he was going.

When you both finally looked at each other, it was like something had just clicked into place. He had stumbled again over another apology, but you’d finally found yourself talking to him, telling him it was okay. He’d given you a smile – that amazing smile – and ran off, apologising again.

You didn’t see him again for a few days, but he wasn’t far from your thoughts. You felt silly; London was a big place, you’d probably never see him again. But you indulged yourself in your lovey-dovey daydreams that you never used to be able to have. You were actually caught up in one of those silly daydreams when you meet him again, but this time, he wants to buy a tea.

After you fumble (and you never fumble) over making his tea, he takes you by surprise again as he asks you out for dinner that night. You had stared at him with wide eyes, trying to not take notice of the butterflies in your tummy, and the anxiety sitting heavy on your chest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go out with him…you did, very much so. But you were very much ‘out of the game’…actually, you were never in the game.

He had taken your silence as a bad thing and quickly apologised but you told him that he’d just taken you by surprise, that you’d actually love to go out with him.

He met with you after work, a bouquet of all sorts of flowers in his hand.

“I wasn’t sure which ones you’d like, so I just got them all,” he’d said, blushing with nervousness.

You about died on the inside about how considerate he was.

He took you to a cute little Italian not far from the café. Conversation flowed easily, something that surprised even you; Steven was just effortless to talk to, he always had something to say. You had really enjoyed yourself, despite the awkwardness when Steven had asked about your family, or what you were doing in London. You swiftly avoided answering the question, claiming you ‘needed a change of scenery’. He didn’t push.

Like the gentleman he was, he walked you back to your tube station, making sure you got there okay. It was still relatively busy so he felt more at ease than leaving you alone. You both exchanged numbers at the end of the night and parted with plans for another date and a kiss to the cheek. You felt your face warming up as you watched Steven walk out of the tube station towards the bus stop a few streets down.

Your next date was at the National Art Gallery. Steven had remembered you saying that you’d never been there, and you melted when he’d mentioned that was where you were going. That date, Steven had slipped his hand into yours as he walked you around the museum, telling you about the paintings and statues. He mentioned there was a Da Vinci exhibition coming to the museum so you would have to go again soon together. Your heart swelled at the fact he wanted to see you again.

That date ended with another kiss on the cheek, but it lingered.

The third date was your idea. The weather was getting colder and the ice-skating rink outside the Natural History Museum was back for the season. Steven had admitted he was terrible at ice skating but he was willing to give it a go. You were out of practice too, and you were happy to hold his hand all the way around as you both skated around together. Steven did have a few near tumbles but didn’t manage to fall over. There was a French café nearby that you had visited a few times and you both stopped by for dinner.

You and Steven spent the rest of your evening huddled close, practically nose to nose as you talked, laughed, hands linked together under the table. You both didn’t realise how much time had passed, your umpteenth hot drink of the night sat forgotten on the table, Steven’s tea long gone cold, until your waitress had informed you that they were closing and you would have to leave.

You ended the third date with a soft kiss under the glow of a lamppost by Steven’s bus stop.

Steven met up with you for lunch at the café at least twice a week, and you were texting each other non-stop. You both made the time to arrange dates with each other, and soon he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t hesitate in saying yes, finally feeling like a ‘regular’ citizen, a person who could just live a normal life.

It was six months since you met Steven that he told you about Marc and Jake.

He had been uncharacteristically nervous as he stepped into your flat; it wasn’t the first time he’d been there, he was usually incredibly comfortable in your flat. You tried to be nonchalant, offering him a glass of wine as soon as he sat on your sofa, but he was fidgeting and picking at his cuticles, and he didn’t seem to notice when you placed the wine down on your coffee table in front of him.

“Steven, darling?”

He jumped at your voice, as if you had just appeared magically in front of him (he seemed so out of it, you probably did). He gave you a shaky smile, averting his gaze from you quickly. You sighed as you moved his wine glass, taking a seat on the coffee table, leaning forward so he would just look at you. “What’s going on?”

Steven gulped nervously before looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. “I’m sorry, sunshine.”

It was his new name for you. He’d called you it randomly one day, but you hadn’t batted an eyelid. Then he called it you again, and again, and that was when you queried why.

He’d smiled at you shyly. “I’m sorry. If you don’t like it – “

You had shaken your head at him. “No, I do. I just wondered why that name in particular.”

Steven blushed but still kept on smiling. “Because you’re warm. And you make me happy. Like sunshine.”

You felt yourself melt there on the spot.

But now, he was talking what felt like a million miles a minute but nothing was really sinking in. You immediately were thinking the worst. Was he going to break up with you? Had you done something wrong? Maybe he just didn’t want to be with you anymore –

“Love?”

You blinked at him, giving him a slightly forced smile as you reached over and grasped his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Yes, Steven?”

“I just wanted to…I love you. I love you so much, but I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“Oh God,” you muttered, quickly pulling your hand away. “You’re married.”

“No, no!” Steven said quickly, shaking his head. “No, I’m not married. Not even…no, no secret family, it’s just me. Well…me and…Marc and Jake.”

Your brow furrows at the silence that followed. “Who are Marc and Jake?”

Steven spent the next hour explaining his life before he met you, how he thought he had a sleeping disorder; he was going to bed then waking up in a different place, or he’d go to bed and wake up thinking it was the next day, but a week had passed by. Then he started finding weird stuff in his flat of a man who looked like him but it definitely wasn’t him and he had a completely different second life which he didn’t know about.

“I have DID.”

You were familiar. At the Red Room, they made you read, made you study. You had to be the best of the best, and that sometimes meant knowing about certain disorders or illnesses. You had to be smart as well as agile in the Red Room. You knew what DID was, and you knew what caused it too.

You felt the familiar urge to rip someone’s head off. Who hurt your Steven?

Taking a deep breath, you nod at him. “And Marc and Jake are the other alters?”

Steven blinked at you, but he didn’t question how you knew what DID was. “Well…technically, I never existed, I wasn’t born. Just…created. Like Jake. By Marc.”

You had cupped his cheeks, giving him no choice but to look at you with unshed tears in his eyes. “You exist, Steven. You have a life, a body, a mind. Don’t ever think that you were just…’created’.”

Steven just gave you a small smile before looking down at his hands again.

You give a small chuckle as you lightly shake your head. “Well, since we’re trauma dumping…”

You cleared your throat as you tried to get the courage to tell him about your life as a Black Widow, down to the mind control and the assassinations. You felt your hands shaking halfway through, but Steven held onto them tightly, helping you explain who you were before he met you, missing out a few details which you weren’t ready to talk about just yet. You burst into tears as Steven accepted you, telling you your past didn’t define you, that you weren’t in control (and he knows what that was like).

“I knew something was up anyway,” said Steven, a little laugh coming from him. “You have awfully good reflexes.”

It was as if a final barrier had been knocked down between you, as if it was the last thing holding you both back. Your relationship changed for the better when Marc and Jake finally introduced themselves to you – although it did take a few more months after Steven had told you about them. Marc had kept you at a distance for a while before he finally let his guard down, and Jake had taken a while to warm up to you, but you had taken a while to warm up to him too.

All three of them eventually told you about Khonshu. It was over dinner with Marc a few months after you’d met him. That was a little harder to take in than the DID. But was an Ancient Egyptian God with an avatar – who happened to be your boyfriends – so unbelievable? Aliens were invading the Earth every other week, there was the Blip that happened a few years ago. You had to have a relatively open mind in the kind of situations you had been in. Jake still was more active as an avatar than Steven and Marc, so you never really saw him since he slept the days away.

But now, nearly three years down the line, you were all in a happy, healthy relationship. You’d been living together for about a year and a half, renting a flat nearer to your work, and the university where Steven was finishing his final year, nearly ready to be a History teacher. You were still at the café, now in a manager’s position, and today was a rare day off for you both. The weather was nice for London, do you both decided to take a walk in St James’s Park.

It was Steven’s turn to front today, and he was telling you all about his assignment for his uni course that was due that week. You loved listening to him talk about his uni work; he was so passionate about it. You were happy that he finally seemed to have some sort of stability in his life (other than yourself) after so many years of being unsure of himself, Jake and Marc included.

“So I should be finished by May, then I graduate. Hopefully.”

“There’s no ‘hopefully’ about it Steven, you’ll definitely graduate, with full marks.”

Steven gave a shy smile, looking at the group as he blushed. “Thanks, sunshine. For everything, really, you’ve been so patient with me.”

“You don’t have to thank me Steven,” you say, pausing your steps to giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek, sending a warmth through his body, and your own. They always made you feel that way; warm and fuzzy.

Safe.

You gave a hum of content as you smiled up at Steven and you both go to continue your walk, only for something to bump into you, causing you to let out a slight ‘oomf’. You let go Steven’s hand to steady whatever ran into you and you look down to see a young boy, probably no younger than five, looking up at you with big, brown eyes, filled with tears. He was sniffing, trying to hold back his sobs as he trembled against you.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” you ask, looking away from the boy and searching the area. “Where’re your parents?”

“I-I-I don’t know,” the boy said, sniffing. His face crumpled as the tears began to fall. “I w-was on the p-p-playground and then I c-couldn’t see them.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the small panic in your own chest, looking around to see if there were any adults looking around, maybe a little frantic as Steven knelt down to the boy’s level. “What’s your name, buddy?”

The boy hiccupped from the sobbing he’d done as he wiped the tears away. “N-N-Nicholas.”

“Well, Nicholas,” said Steven, before introducing himself and you to the boy. “We’ll find your parents, don’t worry. We won’t leave you alone.”

“Come on, we’ll go back to the playground,” you said, holding your hand out for Nicholas, who took it with a little hesitation.

He was cute, little Nicholas, even with the snotty nose and the red cheeks from crying. His white blonde hair was hidden underneath a woolly hat and he had some dinosaur welly boots on. You couldn’t believe that clothes and shoes came that small. The three of you walk towards the playground, you and Steven making conversation with Nicholas, trying to cheer him up. His favourite colour was blue, and he really loved Thomas the Tank Engine, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Leonardo was his favourite one, obviously). He had a little sister who had just turned two, her name was Philippa, but everyone called her Pippy. His best friend was called George, from school, and he was going for dinner at his house after school on Monday, they were going to have pizza and chips (George’s favourite). Nicholas seemed to feel a bit better (well the tears had stopped anyway) by the time you all reached the playground.

“Nicholas, can you see your parents anywhere?” you asked, leaning down to pick him up so he could get a better view. You both turned around. “What do they look like?”

“Mummy has pink hair,” said Nicholas, looking at the playground. “And daddy has long hair but he always has it up.”

“Do you know what they were wearing?” Steven asked.

Nicholas nodded. “Mummy’s dress had dinosaurs on it.”

“Narrows it down,” you muttered to Steven. “Pink hair and dinosaurs should be easy to spot.”

Steven nodded as the three of you went around the playground, which wasn’t very busy because of the cold weather but there was no pink hair or dinosaurs to be seen.

“We can try and see if they’re at the ice cream van,” said Steven, before muttering to himself he had no idea why there would be an ice cream van in this weather.

“What’s your favourite ice cream flavour, Nicholas?” you ask him, still carrying him on your hip as you head towards the centre of the park, where the ice cream van usually sits. His tears had mostly stopped, his chubby cheeks still a little tear stained. “Mine is mint chocolate chip.”

“I like that too!” said Nicholas. “And strawberry. Pip likes strawberry too.”

“Strawberry is Steven’s favourite too,” you said, grinning at Nicholas.

Nicholas giggled as he looked between the two of you. “Are you married?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the question, stuttering to answer but Steven managed to save you. “Not yet.”

“Yet?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at Steven, who merely grinned at you.

“My mummy and daddy got married,” said Nicholas. “I was daddy’s best man.”

“That’s nice, did you make sure your daddy was where he needed to be?”

Nicholas nodded, a proud look on his face. “I looked after the rings as well.”

“Wow,” you said, seeing the ice cream van in the distance. “Good job, dude, that’s such a big responsibility.”

“I kept them in my pocket the whole time,” said Nicholas. “And Pip was the flower girl, she walked down with my auntie Anna.”

“It sounds like a lovely day.”

“Nicholas!”

You all turned to see a couple running towards you, pushing a pram, worried looks on their faces. Indeed, Nicholas’s mother had bright pink hair, up in space buns and a dinosaur pinafore on. You smiled as Nicholas wriggled from your grip and you placed him on the ground before he ran over to his parents, his mother immediately scooping him up as he babbled to her quickly how he lost them, but you and Steven were helping him find you.

“We thought you’d be getting ice cream!”

“I’m never taking my eyes off you again,” said his mother before looking at you and Steven. “Thank you so much for finding him and looking after him.”

Steven waved his hand nonchalantly. “He was a pleasure. Great kid. Easy to lose track of them sometimes, init?”

“Oh I know,” laughed Nicholas’s mother. “You must know what it’s like, if you have kids.”

You felt yourself tensing as the words left Nicholas’s mother’s mouth, but Steven didn’t seem to notice. “No, not yet.”

There were a lot of ‘not yet’s happening today.

After saying your goodbyes to the family, you and Steven started to make your way back to the flat.

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids,” said Steven. “You kept him calm the entire time.”

You shrugged, really wanting to drop the subject. “I suppose. Haven’t really been around children much, not with…ya know, my old ‘job’.”

“Yeah, right,” said Steven, nodding understandingly. “If it’s any consolation, that hasn’t changed anything about you. You’ll make an amazing mum.”

You stopped, freezing on the spot as you stared ahead at the ground before you. You practically felt the blood rush from your face as Steven’s hand left your own before landing on your shoulder. “Sunshine?”

You’ve gone and done it now, Steven, you’ve freaked her out.

You shouldn’t have mentioned the kids, hermano.

Steven ignored Marc’s and Jake’s unwanted comments (he knew he messed up) and pushed back the guilt he felt as you finally looked up at him, plastering a too wide smile on your face. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Steven nodded silently, before slipping his hand back into your own.

You were stuck in your own head for the next few days. You and Steven had never talked about kids before, and since his comment from the park, you’ve been trying to avoid talking to him, going as far as picking up extra shifts at the café so you didn’t have to go home. You were going back to your old ways and thinking of ways to leave your boys with no trace. But the thought felt like a tight vice around your neck, squeezing hard. You didn’t want to leave them. The thought made you sick.

But realistically, it was probably the next step in your relationship; marriage, then children…something you can’t give to him, or the others, not after your time in the Red Room.

Your mood didn’t go missed by the boys, when you were home. Marc had called internal meetings between him, Steven, and Jake, trying to figure out how to tell you not to worry, and when either of them tried, you just shook them off with a forced smile, telling them that you were fine. After a while, they let you be, thinking you would come to them eventually.

The days went by and you felt like you were still walking on eggshells around the system, waiting for them to turn around and tell you they were leaving you. You had reacted badly to the mention of children, something they must have discussed between themselves, they wouldn’t want you around if they wanted them. They deserved someone who could give them a child, a real family.

You had taken a while to fall asleep next to Jake, who had fronted. He hadn’t spoken to you much, you guessed he was just giving you space, but you had caught him looking at you with concern a few times during the day. When you finally fell asleep, close to 2am, your sleep was plagued with nightmares tinged with red. You were back in the Red Room, then you felt yourself pulling the trigger at a faceless man, then that faceless man slowly turned into Marc, then Steven, then Jake. You screamed, but you couldn’t move as you watched them fall back, surrounded by their own blood. You couldn’t breathe, your world was collapsing in on itself as the body, their faces now unrecognisable in death.

“Wake up, love.”

You stared at your hands, coated in blood, their blood, as you shook. They weren’t moving, they weren’t talking, how could you hear them?

“Darling, it’s me, it’s a bad dream, please wake up.”

Steven?

You awoke with a gasp, Steven’s arms immediately wrapping around you as you sat up, the tears flowing down your face and into Steven’s shirt. You sobbed loudly as you slid your arms around him. You started shaking your head as Steven rubbed your back. “I’m sorry.”

“Just breathe, love, okay. We’re here. Just breathe.”

You take in a shaky breath but your tears just kept flowing, your cries not stopping. You shook your head, pulling back to look at him. “No, you don’t understand. I’m sorry. I can’t give you what you want.”

Steven’s hold tightened around you. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t have…I can’t have children.”

Steven stopped his movements around you, taking in your words as he stared at you, his brow furrowed slightly. You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “I’m sorry. I can’t…it was years ago, back in the Red Room. When you turn eighteen, they…it’s all fuzzy, they gave me some sort of drug for the pain and healing, but I…I’m sterilised, Steven.”

“What?”

“I can’t have children. I didn’t have a choice, I’m sorry.” You cry loudly, all these feelings you’d had bottled up spewing out with your tears. “You want a family, and kids and I can’t…I can’t…I’m damaged goods, I’m – “

“No. No, you’re not.” Steven was shaking, his jaw setting as he looked at you. “You’re not, you’re amazing, and brilliant, and…you’re my sun, our sun, and you…you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve what happened to you or what you did…nothing.”

You sob as you bury yourself into his chest again, Steven’s arms wrapping around you tightly as he glared at the mirror, seeing Marc and Jake both looking equally as angry at you both. How sick and twisted must a person be to do that to a young girl? To take away her choice to have children or not, to have a family. They weren’t angry at you. They wanted to protect you, to give you the world, like you deserved.

Let’s go break a couple of skulls.

Easy, Jake. We can work it out later. She needs us right now.

Steven held you tighter to him, bringing himself back to lie against the headboard of your shared bed as you lay on his chest, your cries having died down a little. You both lay there in silence, Steven’s hands stroking your back continuously. You don’t know how long you lay there for, but you must have dozed off again because you awoke feeling heavy, and stuffy, and your face felt a little puffy.

You sat up slowly, looking around before your eyes landed on Steven, who gave you a sad smile, his hand automatically finding your own. You open your mouth to speak to apologise but Steven was already shaking his head. “Please don’t say you’re sorry again.”

You closed your mouth, looking at him sheepishly. You felt silly now, crying like that, screaming in your sleep, and waking him up. You felt weak. You look down at your hands, afraid to look at him anymore. “I understand if you want to leave.”

Steven sighed before leaning forward, cupping your cheeks, making you look at him. There were new unshed tears in your eyes as you looked at him. “We are not leaving. We will never leave you.” Steven shook his head. “Whether or not you want a family with us, we’ll be with you every step of the way. If it’s something you don’t want, then that is fine. We’re happy just to be with you. We will take any step you want to make, okay? And if you want a family a little further down the line, then that’s great, we’ll look into it. We love you.”

You sniffed, the tears falling down your cheeks again. You loved these men. They made you feel safe, and they hadn’t judged you on your past. They helped you move on whilst learning to love and accept yourself, despite all of your flaws (that they don’t see, no matter what you say). Even now, when you’d been stuck with an inner turmoil all week, they have reassured you that they were there for the long run, no matter what happens.

“Okay,” you breathed, leaning back into Steven’s chest, the both of you laying back on the bed. “Thank you.”

Steven chuckled a little. “You don’t have to thank me, sunshine.”

You were going to be okay. You’d fought your way through life and made it. And you have your boys. They’ll be there for you through everything. You didn’t have to worry about being alone anymore or disappointing anyone with what life has thrown at you, especially now, as Steven gives a soft kiss on your forehead, muttering a goodnight.

You felt yourself smiling as you closed your eyes, giving your own goodnight.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven x reader #marc x reader #jake x reader #blackwidow!reader #f!reader #moon knight system #moon knight system x reader

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Idk if you'd do this but if could can you write a Blackwidow!Reader x Redhood?

oh, of course! the thought of it already made me giggle ^^

do you have specific themes or genre? because a little spicy and fluffy one came to my mind like enemies to lovers, or something like that.

#dc #dc requests #the first time I got a red hood request and I love it! #anon #thanks for requesting! #<3 #red hood #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #blackwidow!reader

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Sleeping Beauty

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Hey! I am so sorry this took so long! Things got busy and life was in the way so enjoy an almost 4k long saga of pure Nat fluff as a humble apology <3 (excuse editing mistakes, its too late :,)

⁀➷ Summary: The 5 times Natasha Romanoff falls asleep where she shouldn't and the 1 time she does.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Falling asleep was usually done in a bed. Preferably a comfy bed with a large spread of blankets to nestle into. That was your idea of a good place to sleep at least. However, as you’d come to learn, Natasha wasn’t exactly picky on where she chose to sleep.

The first time it had happened, the two of you were on a long train journey across Europe. You had been tasked with a mission in Prague, and Natasha insisted on accompanying you – which of course, you didn’t object to. Despite the urgency of the mission, the train ride had offered a rare moment of respite from the chaos of your usual lives.

You were only a couple hours or so into the half-day long journey when Natasha had seemingly lost interest in the book she’d been reading over, shifting in her seat as she folded the corner of her page and set the book on the small accompanying table. The train the two of you were riding was fairly modern, which made a pleasant change for once, so the luxury having a table with your seats was definitely something she was going to make use of.

You glanced over down at her, observing her subtle movements. She caught your gaze and offered a small, mysterious smile before leaning back in her seat. She sat there for a moment before you heard her shift again, this time you felt Nat’s head come to rest against your shoulder, her whole body leaning into your direction as she cosied up to you.

“You quite comfy there?” You teased gently, earning herself a small laugh as the redhead hid a smile against your shoulder.

"Very comfy," She replied, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through your chest. "You make a good pillow."

The corners of your lips rose into an amused grin, “Is that so?” You rolled your eyes playfully as your hand came to settle on the back of her head, fingers running softly through her gorgeous red curls.

As the rhythmic clattering of the train wheels continued, Natasha's breathing gradually slowed, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against your side. The next time you’d looked down at her, her eyes had fluttered closed. Not in the way that someone rests their eyes but in way that someone closed their eyes after they’d given into the lull of sleep.

My, my, Natasha Romanoff. How you weren’t going to forget this.

You stole glances at her every now and then, admiring the serene expression on her face as she surrendered to sleep. It was a side of Nat that few were privileged to see – she was vulnerable, peaceful, and utterly captivating. Her usually alert demeanour softened in slumber, her features smooth and unguarded. Usually, this type of vulnerability was reserved for spaces where she couldn’t be witnessed but here, she was, curled up on your shoulder, sound asleep for the world to see.

You didn’t dare to disturb her, afraid that any sudden movement might wake her up. Instead, you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, careful not to jostle your sleeping girlfriend too much.

But as time passed, you found yourself growing accustomed to the weight of her head against your shoulder, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. It was a sensation you hadn't expected to enjoy as much as you did, feeling oddly content in this shared moment.

･ﾟ:

Now that was the thing about Natasha, she never failed to surprise you. Natasha Romanoff, the dangerous Black Widow herself. You could’ve never imagined she could possibly be so soft like this. It was from that moment onwards that you’d started to take a more thorough note of her sleeping habits.

The next memorable time had been only a few short weeks later. The pair of you had returned home from your mission and after a day or two settling back in, you both had to do the one thing every Avenger dreaded.

Mission reports.

They were just so boring! Of course, you understood why they were necessary for health and safety and such, but those reasons never seemed to be enough encouragement to sit from the hours of typing up, signing and filing documents. But it had to be done.

At least this time you had Natasha with you. The pair of you always did yours together anyway so being on joint missions just simplified the task. It wasn’t hard by any means, just very, very tedious.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of you, scattered across the table. Natasha, ever the professional, sat next to you, her expression stoic as she typed away on her laptop. The dim lighting in the room only added to the monotony of the task at hand.

"Nat, how do you manage to make something as bland as just typing sound so deadly?" You quipped, earning a small smirk from her, “You type with such assertion. It’s honestly impressive.”

She glanced at you over the rim of her reading glasses (the ones which you’d picked out for her even though she had insisted she hadn’t needed them) her green eyes locking onto yours. "Practice, darling. Lots and lots of practice."

As you both continue typing away, the monotony of the task begins to take its toll. After what felt like an eternity, Natasha finally pushed her laptop away and stretched, her muscles groaning in protest. "I think we've earned a break, don’t you?" She suggested, looking at the clock on the wall. "Why don't you go grab us some food? I'll stay here and finish up the last bit."

Relieved to escape the paperwork for a while, you agreed eagerly. "Food sounds good love. What are you in the mood for?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "Surprise me. Just nothing too greasy, please."

You nodded, standing up and stretching your own tired limbs. "Got it. Mind if I go take a short walk first, I could really use some fresh air, be back in a bit?"

“Yeah of course sweetheart,” Nat smiled and waved you off, “Take your time darling, we’re in no rush.”

You stretched out your arms as you stood up, shaking out the dull aches that had formed before moving round to Nat’s side of the table to plant a sneaky kiss to her cheek, “I won't be too long, maybe half an hour at the longest.”

Your kiss left her warm inside, and you shot her a small wave as you headed out the room. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until you’d started walking around the compound. The heating had been set so it would be comfortably warm for the two of you and the sudden chill of the outside air had you snapping awake. Going for a quick walk didn’t take long, all you really wanted to do was move around a little so after 15 minutes or so, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and made a pickup order at a local takeout place.

You’d decided pasta was a safe bet for dinner. Plus, you’d added a fruit smoothie for Natasha too. It didn’t take long to collect your food; it was only a short walk away and they’d actually made it fairly fast. In total you’d taken around 25 minutes or so, not too far from your estimate and you hummed to yourself casually as you made your way back the meeting room where you and Natasha had set up in.

As you approached the meeting room, you had to balance the bags of food in your arms, you pushed the door open gently, trying not to disturb Natasha in case she was still working. However, what you saw instead made your heart melt.

There she was, slouched over slightly in her chair, her head resting on folded arms with her curly red hair falling messily onto the desk. The dim reflection of light from her open laptop cast a gentle glow on her peaceful face, accentuating the tired lines that usually went unnoticed.

The sight of your girlfriend snoozing was adorable. You could never quite understand how just small redhead could be so cute. Gently, you reached out to brush a few strands of her tousled hair away from her face, helpless to stop your lips from forming into a soft smile.

The bags of takeout were momentarily forgotten as you carefully set them down on the nearest surface. Sitting down you turn her laptop to face you and quietly get on with completing what was left of her report. The weight of the day's responsibilities seemed to fade away as you typed, your prior displeasure being replaced by a quiet contentment in simply being with her.

It didn't take long to complete and after finishing up the report, you closed her laptop gently and put it away before you gathered the takeout bags and set them on the table, arranging the food neatly – it was still warm luckily.

With a tender smile, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Natasha's forehead, eliciting a soft murmur from her. It warmed your heart to see her so at ease, even amid her exhaustion.

Settling back into your chair, you allowed yourself a moment to simply watch her slowly come round from sleep and as Nat stirred awake, blinking sleepily, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her drowsy expression. "Hey there, sleepyhead," you whispered affectionately, reaching for her hand. "Dinner's ready whenever you are."

･ﾟ:

Some people like to say that twice is coincidence but three’s a pattern. And this was certainly a pattern if you’d ever seen one. But you never expected it to happen twice in the same day. Of course it wasn’t a bad thing or anything, if anything you found it adorable that she trusted you enough to be vulnerable and open around.

You loved that she was so comfortable around you. And that comfortability really came to show a few months later when the pair of you had headed down to the gym to train together. The gym had become your shared haven, a place where the two of you could escape the stresses of daily life and focus on the physical and mental benefits of training.

On this particular day, the gym was buzzing with activity. The rhythmic sound of weights clinking and the occasional thud of medicine balls hitting the floor filled the air, Clint and Thor could also be heard grunting and throwing playful insults as they sparred together. Natasha and you decided to take residency in your usual corner.

As you both warmed up, you couldn't help but notice that Nat seemed a bit more fatigued than usual. You could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the subtle signs of a restless night, and the weariness that clung to her movements. Now that you thought about it, you faintly remembered being woken up by her tossing and turning and you began to wonder if she had even managed to get any sleep at all. You couldn't help but worry about pushing herself too hard.

"Come on, Natasha," you said, concern lacing your voice. "We can take it easy today. It's okay to rest. We don't have to push ourselves so hard every time."

But Nat only flashed you a tired smile, appreciating your concern. "I know, but I need this today. It's my way of clearing my mind and getting a bit of release.”

You nodded but as the session progressed, you made sure to keep a watchful eye over her, just to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself – you knew exactly just how she could get carried away. Yet despise her obvious fatigue, the two of you moved seamlessly through various sets of weights, pushing each other to improve.

Eventually, it was obvious you both needed a short break. Natasha stretched, taking deep breaths to regain some energy. You suggested finding a quiet spot to rest for a few minutes, and she agreed. You both settled down, and Nat leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. After a few minutes the fatigue seemed to catch up with her all at once. She let out a soft sigh, and without intending to she let her head drop and gave into the exhaustion that had been lingering since the night before.

You observed as Natasha's breathing steadied, her features relaxing as she drifted into an unexpected slumber. A small smile played on your lips as you realised just how tired she must have been to actually fall asleep amongst the general clatter of background noise.

“You with me Widow?” You cooed in a low voice, hand coming to move aside a strand of sweat soaked hair from her face, biting back a smile as when she slowly woke back up, mumbling something incoherant to herself before looking up at you through sleepy eyes, “Awh look at you nodding off like that, come on baby, that’s enough for one day.”

You gently helped Natasha to her feet, supporting her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She blinked groggily, her eyes meeting yours. A faint grin tugged at the corners of her lips, appreciating the care in your voice.

“You awake enough to go get something to eat or do you wanna go get cosy on the sofa for a bit?”

“Can we watch a movie or something?” Natasha murmured softly, her hand finding your own and intwining her fingers in your own.

Of course you agreed. Nothing sounded better than to cosy up and snuggle whilst you watched a film together. It was especially nice considering how it’d give Nat a chance to unwind a little, finally letting her actually rest. Not just saying shes resting then going about her day as usual like she’d normally do.

You settled onto the sofa, Natasha snuggling close, her head finding a comfortable spot in your lap. Gently, you began to massage her scalp, feeling the tension slowly dissipate under your touch. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as you scrolled through the movie options, eventually settling on Lion King, knowing it was one of her favourites.

The movie began to play in the background, but your all attention was on the peaceful expression settling across Nat's face.

“Oh my sleepy baby girl, again?” You whispered knowingly, recognising the way that her blinking began to slow, taking longer and longer for her to reopen her eyes, “Natty sweetheart, if you’re this tired do you not want to go up to bed? It’d be a lot comfy than sleeping on me my love.” You asked, your hand finding its way to her hair, gently massaging her head of red curls.

Your question fell on deaf ears however as Natasha had already given in and let herself fall back asleep. This wasn’t a problem of course, for now you’d be content to hold and watch over her as long as she needed.

･ﾟ:

By now you’d gotten used to Natasha’s sleeping patterns by now. It was an endearing habit by now. Still despite everything, she’d never complain or whine, always content just to fall asleep where she was.

You’d always reminded her that she only had to ask and you’d be more than happy to get cuddled up in her bed with, but she’d never found it in herself to ask.

Your favourite time it happened was only recently. You and Natasha were attending one of Stark’s galas, truthfully the pair of you didn’t really care much for them but Tony had insisted on everyones attendance so you’d both decided to dress up for the occasion.

Natasha looked stunning, her gorgeous curves being accentuated by a beautiful black dress. You were beyond proud to have her on your arm.

As you entered the grand ballroom, Nat's soft hand in your own, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her. The way she carried herself with such confidence and grace never failed to captivate you.

The dim lights and elegant decor created the perfect backdrop for the event. As the gala continued the unfold, the two of you shared tales, whispered secrets, and effortlessly danced the night away. The drinks seemed to flow endlessly. Eventually you made the smart decision to switch to plain soda, meanwhile Natasha kept going.

Seeing her like this certainly wasn’t something you were used to. “I’m Russian, I can handle it.” This was her usual go to phrase when it came to drinking. You’d never seen her like this, spinning around your arms dizzily as a vodka-fuelled blush danced across her cheeks.

Despite her insistence that she was fine, you couldn't ignore the signs of her growing inebriation. Her once graceful dances turned into playful stumbles, and her words started to slur.

“Nooo, I’m fine, really, come, come dance with me.” Natasha smiled giddily, letting her hands flow over you and she span.

With a playful smile, she urged you to join her on the dance floor once again. As you twirled around together. The spinning and laughter continued until, inevitably, fatigue slowly began to creep in.

In the quiet moments between songs, she leaned on you, her eyes betraying the weariness beneath the intoxication.

You took this as sign to ease her away and you’d managed to get her settled in a small seating area away from the main floor. Now that she’d slowed down, she finally seemed to feel the effect of her drinks hit her. Her wide-pupils gazed up at the ceiling, adorably rambling off in incoherent babbles.

“Do you think we should get you to bed darling?” You smiled innocently, your hand slipping down her dress to rest against her slightly overheated skin.

She closed her eyes, still smiling up at you “Mm’ just fine here wi’ my favourite pilla’.”

“Your favourite ‘pilla’, hm baby?” You chuckled, shaking your head as she sleepily cuddled into your shoulder.

As Natasha drifted into a tipsy slumber, you couldn’t help but cradle her gently, even though this may not have been the most convenient of situations but you were certainly going to enjoy it.

･ﾟ:

Now all things eventually come to an end. Movies, books, and for the two of you, Nat’s little habit was about to be broken.

She’d come home late that night looking a look paler than usual, well, pale for Natasha’s standards anyway. When she’d left this morning her hair had been beautifully plaited, now her curls just hung loosely by her shoulders.

Nat shuffled into the living room where you’d been perched up with a book, kicking off her shoes and letting her bag fall to the floor as she came and nestled into your side.

“Long day?” You murmured softly, setting your book aside as you opened up the fluffy grey blanket you’d had previously draped over your knees to allow her to snuggle beneath it instead.

She simply nodded, biting back the urge to whine, “I hate those stupid meetings.” She grumbled, her voice holding the dragging weight of exhaustion.

Governor meetings were something every Avenger had to attend. They were painstakingly private about it meaning you were never allowed to accompany each other to them. The meetings varied a little from person to person but the main just of it was answering a long series of very repetitive questions and going through countless past missions and their details. Having to sit and listen as some fancy higher ups tried to pick you apart for every individual detail and mistake - and well, with Nat’s reputation of being constantly on Ross’s nerves, they weren’t going to go easy on her.

Nat rubbed her temples, a headache pounding behind her eyes. "And the fluorescent lights in that room... ugh, they're the worst," she added, wincing at the memory of the harsh glare. Her voice was a little raspy, most likely the result of having to constantly explain herself to idiots for the entire day.

You gently massaged her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles, “Do you want me to get you anything for that headache my sweet girl?” Your voice was kept low as your offered, not wanting to run the risk of making it any worse.

Your girlfriend sighed, leaning into your soothing touch. "Just some water would be nice," she replied, her eyes closing momentarily. After handing her a glass of water, you noticed her head nodding forwards slightly as she fought to stay awake.

"You look like you could use some rest," you suggested gently, anticipating her usual move to drift off to sleep on you whilst you stayed cuddled on the sofa.

But to your surprise, the redhead looked up at you with a faint, almost anxious smile. “Could you... carry me to bed?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, clear vulnerability thickening her tone.

You weren’t sure you’d heard her correctly at first. You asked her to repeat herself to which she barely mouthed her prior words. You were helpless to stop your heart from melting at her request, realising just how drained the poor thing must be feeling. "Of course, my dear," you replied tenderly, carefully scooping her up into your arms, cradling her close as you carefully made your way into your bedroom, “I told you Natty, I’ll always be here to take you to bed.”

There it was, the moment Nat had finally asked to actually go to bed for once. It was a long time coming and you’d loved being with her for every step of the way, even if it had involved her falling asleep in some pretty less-than normal places.

As you laid her down on the bed, Natasha snuggled into the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Thank you," she murmured sleepily, her heavy eyes already drifting shut.

With a soft smile, you pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Anytime my love. Just close those eyes and get some rest, I'll be right here the whole time."

And right there you stayed, arms wrapped around her and the woman you loved slept against your chest in your shared bed. Finally she was getting the rest she deserved and there was nowhere else you’d ever want to be.

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Y/n: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Nat: Y/n, that's a coma. Y/n: Sounds festive.

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[naturesapphic]

hey, could you do one with beefy!daddy!nat x autistic!little!reader??

maybe one with the reader having a crisis because of some noise - maybe one of tony's parties - and nat comforts him by snuggling the reader in his lap

Too Loud

Beefy!Daddy!natasha romanoff x autistic!fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort

Your daddy was finishing putting on your dress when you heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in!” Natasha yelled out softly and Wanda opened the door. “My oh my! Look how pretty she is nat!” Auntie wanda gushed over you and you felt your cheeks go red at the compliment. “Tank chu auntie wands…” you said quietly as you smiled. Wanda nodded her head and turned her attention to your daddy. “The party has started and Tony wanted me to come see what was taking so long.” Wanda said with a smile and Natasha chuckled.

“Well tell the ol’ geezer that we’ll be down in a minute.” Natasha said to wanda. She nodded and left the room to go back downstairs. Natasha put her blazer on and fixed her collar as you stood their and admired how pretty your daddy is. “What’s for you staring little girl.” Natasha said and your cheeks flushed red once again which made Natasha grin. “Chu so pretty daddy..” you said softly as Natasha went over to you and grabbed you by your waist softly, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you pumpkin. Now. Let’s go and have some fun!” Natasha said happily as you giggled.

You and Natasha went out the door and went downstairs where the party was but didn’t realized at the amount of people that were here. Tony told everyone that it would be a small gathering but you could tell that he invited a lot more than she should have. “Don’t worry darling, we will go to a spot that’s not so loud okay?” Your daddy reassured you as she took your hand in hers and guided you to a spot in the corner of the room and sat down on the couch. You and nat sat there for a few minutes until she saw some of her friends and got up from her spot. She turned to face you and gave you a warming reassuring smile.

“Daddy will be right back okay? She won’t be long. Stay here and be a good girl alright?” She said and you nodded. She gave you a bright smile and went off to her friends. Thirty minutes later and she wasn’t back yet and it seemed like the music was getting louder and more people were here. You whimpered and curled yourself up on the couch and covered your ears to try and stop the loud music that was pumping through your ears. A few moments later you felt hands at your waist and you flinched and looked up to see your daddy with a apologetic expression on her face. You sat up and she immediately sat down beside you and you got into her lap.

“Shhh shhh it’s okay babygirl daddy is here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I would be gone that long. Shhh we will leave soon okay?” Natasha said against your ear gently. You nodded and snuggled up to her. She wrapped her strong arms around you and put her head on top of hers. She decided to hum and sing to you so she could distract you and you liked how her chest vibrates when she does it. You didn’t know when y’all left, but you woke up in y’all’s shared bed with Natasha tucking you in. “We lefts?” You asked her as you rubbed your eyes. “Yeah we did. Not too long after I started singing, you fell asleep and I decided to leave. I let uncle Tony know and he understood.” Natasha explained to you and you nodded as you yawned.

“You get some sleep now pretty girl. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” She reassured you as she slipped into the bed next to you and you got into her arms. Natasha started humming again and you fell asleep peacefully in her arms.

A/n: I hope you liked it Anon and I hope this is what you wanted. I hope the rest of y’all liked it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

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[ravenromanova]

I’ll be a good girl, I swear it!

Pairings: Priest Natasha x Semi innocent female reader.

Warnings: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE!!! Religion kink, Daddy kink, Praise kink, Kinda mean Natasha, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Sex in a church, Legal age gap, Innocence kink, strap on. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18+!!! Happy ending. :)

Summary: When the leader of the church asks you to stay behind for some extra lessons who are you to deny her?

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You sat in the back of the church with your best friend Kate like you did every sunday listening to Ms.Romanoffs sermon. Your eyes had never left the woman as she spoke the word of god. The way she moved was memorizing and alluring. It’s almost like she knew you were watching her as her moves became slightly more sultry. It was like she was calling to you just from a look.

You had been attending priest Romanoffs services for a couple months now after Kate had informed you how hot she was. At first you had scolded her for being so vulgar and sinful…that was until you saw her for yourself. She was tall, skinny, had legs for days, had the most beautiful green eyes that was accentuated by her red hair. Your breath caught in your throat and your core started throbbing at first sight. So from then on you and Kate had decided to start going to church was more often.

The sermon has gone by just like it always did, speech, songs, prayer, more songs and then gossip after it ended. You and Kate were about to leave when Ms.Romanoff has come up behind you and tapped your shoulder.

“Excuse me miss L/n do you think you could possibly stay after for a bit. There are some things i’d like to discuss with you” The tall woman said and before you could even get a word out Kate responded for you.

“Of course she will Ms.Romanoff” She said as she slightly nudged you before she quickly walked off with a wink. You nervously cleared your throat as you shyly looked up at Natasha who had a devilish smirk across her face.

“Why don’t we go into my office?” She asked with a hint of mischief laced in her voice. You quickly nodded and she leads you to the office with her hand on the snap of your back. It was only then that you smelled her cherry and vanilla perfume and god it smelt divine.

When you entered her office you noticed a large red couch against the wall, along with a black wooden desk accompanied by a red velvet throne like chair. Her office was decorated wall to wall in victorian era crucifixes, paintings and antiques it fit the woman well.

“So-w-what did you want to discuss Ms.Romanoff?” You asked softly as you sit on the black velvet chair across her desk. She smiles devilishly as she sat behind her desk.

“Well i’ve noticed that since you’ve started coming to service you have a hard time paying attention whilst i’m giving the sermon” Her words make you choke on your spit and you try to cover it up with a cough.

“Oh Ms.Romanoff i swear i’m paying attention” You try to speak honestly but you know damn well you’re lying. The older woman shakes her head and tsks at your lie.

“We both know that’s not true y/n don’t lie to me… and especially don’t lie in the house of god “ She says with faux disappointment as she stands up and walks in front of you. “I think i’m going to need to teach you a lesson on how to be a good girl” Her words send a familiar throb to your core. You instinctively rub your thighs together to try to relive some of the throbbing. Natasha noticed your soft thighs moving and your face grew uncomfortable as you failed you help yourself.

You grow speechless s you feel her hands go to your thighs and spread them slightly. “Ms?” The question comes out breathless as you look at the redhead getting on her knees.

“Shhh kotenok just sit back and be a good girl for mommy okay?” Natasha questions you as she begins to pepper kisses on your soft thighs. “Will you be a good girl for mommy?” She questions again starting right into your soul.

“I’ll be a good girl” You nod at her question. “I swear it” You add and that seems to be sufficient for Natasha as she moves up your skirt. Her veiny hands go underneath your skirt to lift it to your hips before she removes your pantie. She groans when she sees you but down on your lip at her actions.

“I’m going to make you feel so good pretty girl” The woman praises before she comes face to face with your wet core. She takes one finger and rubs you from clit to hole gathering your juices to make it easier for get to fuck your. Your breath catches in your throat when she starts to rub your clit on soft motions.

“That feels so good Mommy” You moan as you grip the arm rest of the chair you sat on. She takes that as her sign to continue and adds one finger in slowly.

“Mmph oh my god-“ The moan comes out broken as it passes your lips.

“Dont you dare take the lords name in vein” Natasha reprimands you by slapping your pussy harshly. You squeal as her hand comes into contact with your slightly swollen pussy.

“SHIT! I-i’m sorry mommy, i- i won’t do it again just pl-please touch me” You whimper and grab her hands in attempt to make her touch you again. But instead she pulls away from you despite your pleas to come back. All you can hear is some rustling behind you once she leaves your view.

“It seems like you need to be taught a lesson in manners” She says as she comes up behind you suddenly. All you can feel is her breath on your neck before she bites down and marks you. You hear what sounds like fastening before she comes back in your line of view.

Your eyes go as wide as saucers when you see the faux cock around her hips over her dress pants. There’s no time to process what’s happening before your back hits the soft fabric of the church and she’s on top of you.

“I’m gonna fuck your now okay?” She asks even though she already knows your answer just by your face.

“Yes please.” You plead as you grip her hips and try to pull her closer. The attempt pulls a small chuckle from the redhead as she settles in between your thighs. She takes the strap and gathers your juices on it to lube it up before she ruins you. It may not have been your first time having sex but it sure had been a while and she could tell from how tight you were.

Once she’s happy with how wet the strap is she slowly eases it in before bottoming out.

“Oh s-shit” You groan when she pulls all the way out before thrusting in again. She says a soft pace at first testing the waters and as yours moans grow louder her thrusts become faster and harder.

“You take me so well kotenok” She praises as she wraps your thighs around her waist and fucks into you harder than before. The noises that fill the office are downright sinful and pornographic.

“Oh yes mommy yes” You mewl loud as you feel your orgasm build and the pleasure becomes unreal.

“You gonna cum for me like the good girl i know you are?” You questions rubbing your clit for extra stimulation. And that’s what sends you over the edge ave your back arches and you cum with a scream.

“Oh fuck” You whimper when she takes the strap out. But you don’t mourn the loss for long as she is quick to sink down to your pussy and clean up your mess.

“Taste so good” Her words are muffled as she licks and sucks you clean. Once she has successfully cleaned up your mess she takes your clit into her mouth and starts sucking on it like candy.

“Too sensitive m-mommy please-cant-“ You protest once she adds two fingers into your hole.

“Shut the fuck yup and take what mommy gives you” Natasha reprimands and sets a faster pace hitting your g-spot with extreme force.

“Yes mommy i’m sorry-i’m sorry i’ll take it i’ll be a good girl” You apologize as you feel your second organ build back up. This one is stronger since you’ve already cum once.

“I-i’m cumming mommy fuck i’m cumming” You scream as you grow into her hair and come undone on her tongue. She groans in appreciation before she kicks you clean again and then comes you to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and sinful but you couldn’t give a fuck if you tried right now. You’d senses are in overload as you taste yourself on her lips and her perfume continues to invade your nose.

She breaks the kiss and then picks up your panties from the floor and putting them back on and lowering your skirt.

“You were such a good girl” She praises once you’re dressed again.

“Thank you Ms” You say blushing even though she just fucked your into oblivion.

“Hmm you’re welcome kotenok” The woman says softly before giving you a kiss on the cheek and helping you stand up.

“Same time next week?” Natasha asks as she opens the door and leads you out to your car through the church hall.

“Of course Ms.Romanoff” You nod before you bid the woman farewell and hop into your car. The car ride home tire head is filled with images of what happened and you get all hot and bothered over again.

When you get back to your shared apartment with Kate she’s sitting on the couch with an eager look on her face.

“Tell me everything!” She squeals when she notices your disheveled stare.

“You’re gonna need to grab a drink for this” And you two spend the rest of the night fangirling over your priest.

The meetings with Ms.Romanoff that follow Jesus definitely wouldn’t approve of.

~The end ~

A/n: Look at me posting back to back :) i will be patting myself on the back for these since i literally wrote and posted this one and the last one all in one go. Enjoy :)

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[miss---lu]

Morning Tea and Good News

You wake to the sunlight peaking in through the window. You stretch a little. Natasha stirs next to you in bed, but she doesn’t wake up.

You quietly get out of bed and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Humming to yourself, you begin to make some tea. You add a little bit of raspberry to Natasha’s.

As the tea is steeping you decide to go get the mail. It’s an early morning so when you go out, it’s all quiet. There’s no sound coming from the other houses, everyone must still be asleep.

You walk briskly to the mailbox to retrieve the mail before returning to the warm indoors.

You flip through the letters noting bills and a couple magazines that Nat had ordered. You organize the pile and then grab the tea cups to head back up stairs.

When you enter the room again you smile when you see Natasha sitting upright in bed. There’s a huge smile on her face. She practically jumps on you, smothering your face in kisses.

You yelp in surprise causing her to laugh. She takes the cups from you and sets them on the night stand. Then she grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to hers.

She continues to kiss you, her smile pressing against your face. You pull back after a minute.

“Morning to you too Nat,” you chuckle, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You look confused but then realize you had left the pregnancy test on the counter over night.

Joy suddenly fills you as you realize why she’s so happy. You bolt to the counter and look at the pregnancy test and see a plus sign.

You squeal happily and spin back around to kiss Natasha.

You had left it there last night while waiting for it show the results and must have fallen asleep.

Natasha hugs you close, “you did it baby”

Tears start to form in her eyes as she begins to lightly caress your stomach. “We’re going to be mamas”

You rest your hands over Natasha’s hands. “We’ve tried for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Natasha kneels down and presses a soft kiss to your naval. She looks up at you with joy “I love you so much, you and our baby”

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[jalinaalkenza]

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Natasha Romanoff x Agent!Reader

Warning: smut, fluff, soft sex, praises, Top!Nat, Bottom!Reader, soft Nat

Picture from: Pinterest

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Your currently working on a new set of files from fury, alone inside your office looking at the wall full of pictures and evidence of the latest hydra experiment. Although it's not that important cause the experiment is long gone after the avengers had stopped it, but fury wants to examine it more.

You're a very serious woman. elegant and mature. That's why your always on top, you and Maria are always together whenever there's a serious case to solve.

Time pass by and your still working, not noticing the time and not caring about it. You didn't notice the door creaking openly, while your standing in front of your table looking down at the information on the table a dark shadow crossing it's arms is behind you. "Working much agent?" Said by the shadow behind you but you just chuckle. "Do I have a choice?" You said, The shadow then wrapped it's arm around your waist "You do and your lucky for it" you then chuckle "Whatever you say Nat"

She then look down at the information on your table, her chin resting on your shoulder while her arms are wrapped around your waist tightly.

"When are you gonna be finishing that?" She said "I'm never gonna finish this while your here" you said with a chuckle "rude..." She then let go of you but after a few seconds she hold your shoulder and turn you around and sat you down on your desk, you chuckle and wrapped your arms around her neck...

She kiss and bite your lips, jawline, neck, chest, leaving some bruising marks because of her rough but sweet kisses and bites making you moan and whimper, she took off your T-shirt and her leather jacket and black t-shirt, both of your are wearing your bras and she grinned looking at your boobs, your so perfect...."Me or my boobs?" You said jokingly looking at her while she's looking at your boobs. Her hand then unclip your bra, setting the girls free and she quickly throw your bra and grope your breast, you moaned while she touch you, kiss you, suck and bite your harden nipples.

She worshipped your body, leaving some marks on it. Her hands traveling your body. She went down on her knees Infront of your and gently open your legs and you happily spread it, she licked and kiss your thigh to your inner thigh making you moan and whine, eyes closed and your mouth is slightly open "a-ahmmm~~~" she eats you out like your her breakfast, lunch and dinner.

After eating you out, licking your pussy like it's an ice cream, lapping the juices and swallowing it. Her middle finger then enter your wet entrance making you moan louder and whine, she looks at you and smirked at your expression's, she then fingered you and adding another finger pounding it and moving it in and out, curling them inside you. She praises with Russian words, while looking at you like your some goddess saying some things like-

"Ty takaya krasivaya, kak etot agent L/N / Your so gorgeous like this agent L/N"

"Davay detka... / Come on baby..."

You didn't understand any of her praises but her voice is so husky and soft, so loving like a Russia angel, she then kisses you thigh again and her fingers are starting to get faster and faster but still gentle, you can't hold it in anymore "N-n-nat-lia" your eyebrows are knot together, can't say a single sentence because of the loving orgasm your feeling. "I know dekta..." She then kiss your thigh and nibble on it "Let it out Moya Lyubov..." She said in between kisses on your thigh, you then out your sweet release and she stood up and kiss you lips sweetly, tasting your self on her lips making you moan while she groan...

After a few minutes she then carry you onto the couch laying you there while she lay beside you squeezing herself so both of you can fit on the couch as she cuddle and snuggle into you... caressing you cheeks and kissing it while you rest.

"YA khochu lyubit' tebya bezogovorochno, moya lyubov', no ya boyus' vypustit' eto naruzhu. Mir slishkom opasen, i ya ne khochu podvergat' tebya risku... / I wanna love you unconditionally my love, but im scared of letting it out. The world is too dangerous and I don't wanna put you in a risky situation..." She said while your slowly drifting to sleep, you don't understand it but her words is so sincere and loving, She then chuckle softly.

"Chert voz'mi. tvoya shakhta. Moya krasavitsa. / Fuck it. your mine. my beautiful girl."

"Let's make this office Y/n. I don't wanna hide it. I love you..." She said and you smiled and nodded you head. "I love you too Natalia..."

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A/N: I didn't r-read this and just go with the flow with my music, so if there's something wrong then sorry. Also if it doesn't make sense I'm also sorry😭

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[your-nanas-house]

Dick grayson x blackwidow reader smut (😈😈) where there cocky enemys and kinda hate love sitch and he's tied up she's nearest to help and things get spicy 🤭🤭

Right away 😈

Tied up

◇ Pairing: Dick Grayson X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: angst, slightly smut, enemies to lovers

◇ Summary: Dick is tied up and Blackwidow helps him.

◇ Notes: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Bruce's voice boomed in the empty room where Dick had been tied up, wearing his Nightwing suit, and the mask still on. His light-blue-covered phone was somewhat away from him, which was why the boy had had to ask the google assistant to put the call on speakerphone while he tried to free himself.

He was assured that someone would arrive in a short time to help him though, too bad that that someone was the one he considered his enemy— she called herself 'Blackwidow' when she was wearing her heroine costume and simply Y/n when she was wearing her everyday clothes.

Dick could already hear her heels in the distance getting closer and closer until the young woman was in sight; her gaze on him accompanied by an amused smile, her hand was on her hip and her head was slightly tilted.

"Well...Well—" the snort that came out of Dick's mouth interrupted her, his blue eyes on her all the time, following her action suspiciously 

"Hello Y/n," he muttered annoyed a few minutes later after the realization that she was not going to help him immediately, finding the situation, the young man had gotten himself into, too amusing

"Are you going to help me or what!" Dick asked, annoyed, still uncomfortably tied to the wall of that abandoned building.

Y/n slowly approached, a dangerous but still amused look behind the blank mask of her face. She did not open her mouth, merely walked slowly around him and then pressed her body against his in an attempt to reach the higher ropes to untie or cut them.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, her slight movements causing a pleasant friction at Dick's crotch as he tried to hide his blushing and his growing arousal not wanting to receive any teasing.

Things got worse, however, when Dick moved his hips, poking her directly on her lower belly making her feel his rock-hard boner which was just waiting for attention from someone. 

Luckily for him nothing bad happened, not like he had imagined when he was previously trying to hide it in total embarrassment; in fact, things took an even more positive turn as Y/n's hand, that had previously been busy cutting the ropes, slowly moved to her chest, caressing his symbol before continuing on its path, which was unknown to Dick but that stopped exactly where he hoped.

The young man tried to open his mouth to say something but Y/n's lips ensured that he didn't speak as her hand stopped on his boner- she squeezed it gently, muffling the moan of pleasure Dick let escape in the kiss, and then began massaging his cock through the fabric, speeding up her palm movements only when she noticed a difference in the tone of his moans.

"I have to admit, you look very sexy tied up like this," Y/n joked before moving her hand away as soon as Dick's release wetted the fabric of his suit.

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[goldenempyrean]

hello! love ur prompts. could u write something for natasha with "your sneezes are still adorable. just saying" and “why are you laughing at my misery?” in my hc she sneezes like a little kitten and all the avengers make fun of it hahah

Kitten Or Widow?

〚 Notes - Anon, your headcanon is just so cute! Hopefully this is sorta what you were imagining :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - The Avengers finally hear just how un-widow-like Nat can be. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 540 〛

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The room was filled with laughter, food and smiles all round as the Avengers sat in one of compound’s living rooms stuffing their faces with numerous different types of takeout. It had been a long week for everyone, and they all needed a break from their crime-fighting duties. Well, all except for Nat she’d spent most of the week inside (much to her annoyance) as she got over a cold.

The two of you shared a blanket as you sat huddled up on a sofa, giggling along with the constant jokes being cracked as you both sipped on a cold cider.

As the laughter and chatter continued, suddenly, Nat felt a tickle in her nose, and before she could reach for a tissue, she let out the cutest, most unexpected sneeze that sounded exactly like a tiny kitten. "Hh’shu!” Everyone turned their heads towards her in surprise, their eyes wide and jaws dropping before descending into more laughter.

Thor, known for his mighty warrior persona, burst out laughing with a thunderous voice that shook the room. "By Odin's beard! Nat, that was positively adorable!"

Even Tony Stark, who was usually quick with witty remarks, was left momentarily speechless, staring at Nat in amazement. Tony, ever quick to react, burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Nat, you've got to be kitten me right now! Did you just sneeze like a cat?"

There was a collective groan at his awful pun, “Oh shush, no I do not.” She defended, hiding her embarrassed flushed face into your shoulder.”

"I always knew Nat had a soft spot for animals, but this is taking it to a whole new level," Steve teased as he helped himself to another slice of pizza which earnt him a playful punch on the arm from Natasha.

Amidst the banter, you couldn't help but chime in with your own comment. "Well, I must say love, that sneeze was definitely purr-fectly adorable!"

Natasha rolled her eyes at your pun but couldn't suppress her smile. "Alright, enough with the cat puns, you guys. I'm still a deadly spy, you know," she said, feigning seriousness, but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. The whole thing might’ve been dropped soon if only-

“Hh’iishu!”

Another sneeze erupted from Natasha, and this time it sounded even more like a little kitten, prompting another round of laughter from the Avengers.

"Oh, my goodness, Nat, you're just too cute!" Bruce Banner chuckled, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Why are you laughing at my misery?" Natasha said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, though her attempt at seriousness was undermined by the fact that she was still smiling.

"Sorry, Nat, but it's just too funny," Clint Barton said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye before getting up to grab himself another drink.

"You know," Vision chimed in, "I once observed a cat sneezing on the internet, and I must say, your rendition is remarkably accurate."

Natasha shot him a playful glare “I can still outmatch any of you, come on.” She said, holding up her fists in mock serious-ness before descending into laughter – maybe she’d had one too many drinks.

“Come on kitty, put away the claws.” You laughed as you kissed her cheek lightly, “"Your sneezes are still adorable though. Just saying.”

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[checkingoutforheroes]

Crave.

Wanda: It's funny how the circumstances brought us together.

Y/n: I couldn't agree more. How are you holding up?

Wanda: I caused too much damage. I-

Y/n: I understand.

Wanda: Do you ever crave someone? Not for sex but for their voice, their touch. Even their presence makes you feel whole. Like you don't want anything else.

Y/n: You know that I do. We both do. I would do anything, just to bring her back. Given your power, I would do the same. Love makes us mad. I wish it was me. I don't blame Clint, though. It is what he was supposed to do. To bring everyone back. To bring you back.

Wanda: I tried to bring them back. I tried to bring Natasha back, but I can't. I can't find her soul to bring her back. I should do more, I'm sorry.

Y/n: Don't blame yourself. For years, I did blame myself, but this is what she wants. She went to Vormir with a mission and she did. So is Vision. Nothing can stop them, you know how stubborn they can be. *lightly smile.

Wanda, smiles: They are.

Y/n, smile: Look at us. Widows in the middle of nowhere trying to live in peace. You got me Wands, we get through whatever is together. You're not alone anymore, sis.

Wanda, hugs you: Thank you, for staying.

Y/n: Hey, you know what? Natasha have a little sister! Yelena.

Wanda: What.... Really? Have you met her?-

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[manic-eddie]

She’s mommy, I don’t make the rules😤🥹🤭😍😩

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[st4r1light]

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[wifeofwandamaximoff]

Y/n: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.  Nat: It's not a joke.  Nat: * sniffles *  Nat: I'm a legit snack.

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[naturesapphic]

ok you dont have to do it if your not comfortable but can you do where reader finds out nats a little and the reader takes her in as her mommy and nats has a very young headspace so she wets herself and has to waer diapers also no one knows and nat wants to keep it a secret.

sorry if you dont understand i fail english

It’s okay

Little!natasha romanoff x caregiver!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, wetting diaper and fluff

Natasha and I have been dating for a few months now and lately she’s been kinda distant from me. She tells me that she values her alone time a lot and understand that but we barley spend time together anymore. Im getting tired of it and I need answers now. You pulled up to Natasha’s apartment and got her spare key she gave to you to unlock her door. When you went in, you saw Natasha in the living room with a onesie and a stuffed animal in her arms, watching bluey.

She looks up and sees you which causes her to get scared. “Hey hey baby it’s okay it’s just me..” you said slowly walking over to her. “I just wanted to come by and check in on you to see if you were okay…” you said slowly so you didn’t scare her even further than she was. “M-mommy?” Nat questioned and you looked at her confused until it hit you. Natasha was a little and she age regresses. You just thought nat was in a comfort thing but how she looked when you first walked in and the name she called you by. It all clicked in together in your mind.

“Yes babygirl. It’s mommy. I’m your mommy. Is that okay?” You asked her softly as you bent down to her level. She nodded her head yes at you and you smiled at her. “Good girl.” You said to her and she gave you a small smile then twisted her face in discomfort which worried you. “What’s wrong princess? Are you okay?” You asked her and she squirmed around, whimpering. You looked at her confused until you lifted her up in your arms and found that her bottom was squishy and warm. Nat was wearing a diaper.

“Did you have an accident babygirl?” You questioned her gently and she nodded slowly as she pouted. “Hey it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Let’s go get this yucky diaper off of you sweetie.” You said as you went to her room and changed her. After that, nat was back happy and lively. “Wan plays?” She asked you excitedly. “Sure princess!” You said happily and she giggled with excitement. She waddled over to you and grabbed your hand as she leads you to her playroom.

~ a few days later ~

After some time, Natasha was out of her headspace since she got called in go on a quick mission. When she came back, she needed to talk to you. “Thank you for taking care of me when I was in my headspace. It really means a lot but please don’t tell any of the team. The only person who knows it fury and that’s it. Well besides you.” She said and you nodded your head in understanding. “Of course nat. I absolutely love taking care of you and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You reassured her and she gave you a thankful smile in return. You were so grateful that Natasha chosen you to be her caregiver and you couldn’t be happier. It’s you and your little spider against the world.

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