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screechcat · 1 month
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Valentines Day special(or smth)
Y/n: Okay, I got this, no problem.
*Takes a deep breath before turning around and getting on one knee. At the same time, Natasha turns around with a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flowers.*
Natasha: Will you be my Valentine?!
Y/n: MARRY ME!
*Both shocked.*
Natasha: We're not even dating detka.
*Y/n just shrugs and holds the ring closer to Nat. Natasha laughs before nodding yes.*
Natasha: What the hell, there's nobody else I'd rather marry.
*Y/n smiles and places the ring on her finger.*
Y/n Narrating: And that my friends is how you rizz up a woman.
*The sound of Natasha smacking Y/n over the back of their head is heard.*
Natasha Narrating: Shut up.
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widowromanova · 9 months
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#30 for the nat prompt list please 🙏
her fucking r in front of Wanda and/or other fem team members
30. Do you like it when they watch?
warnings: natasha x reader, sorta wanda x reader at the end?, smut, fingering, kinda pervy wanda, implied threesome at the end???
You and Natasha started dating almost a year ago, and your anniversary was coming up. You'd known for sure that she was probably planning something big for the two of you, you just didn't know what. Natasha was definitely not opposed to grand gestures - as they call them. She liked big romantic dates, candlelight, long walks in the park, that sort of thing. She also liked surprises, so it's not like she wanted to give you any clues about what she was planning. Little did you know..
"Hey, baby." You felt the soft thud of the door from another room. You came rushing out, almost pouncing into her arms. The both of you laughed together, "Happy anniversary, Nat!" You laid kisses all over her face. She squeezed you tightly, lifting you up as you giggled. She walked you to the kitchen table and sat you down in one of the chairs. She stood next to the table and held your hand as she stared down at you with that gorgeous smile of hers. "Happy anniversary," she kissed you again before she began to unpack bags that she had brought back.
"Oh wow," You watched as Natasha pulled out a small cake. It was covered with chocolate icing, and chocolate drizzled on top of that. You looked up at her, smiling with a hint of sarcasm, "That's quite extravagant." She laughed down at you, pulling more out of the bags. There was a small box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, a candle, and even a bouquet of roses. Your heart warmed. Her hands dropped down to hold yours, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand, "Can I ask you something?"
You looked up at her, "Sure, anything." She brought you over to the sofa, sitting on the side of her thigh, resting her arm on the back of the couch to play with strands of your hair. She hesitated for a bit before saying, "Would you be up to trying something new?" You smirked up at her, "If you mean what I think you mean.. then of course."
She grinned, moving in a little closer to you, "I've recently found out, that we have a little bit of a.. what do you call it.. a peeping tom." Your eyes squinted slightly in confusion, "Oh?"
Natasha chuckled, "She's actually waiting.." she points to the door, "right outside that door," she looks back to you, "for you." Your eyes widened a bit, feeling nervous now, "She? Do I know her?" Natasha grins, "Oh, almost too well." She leans in to kiss you, taking your breath away in a second and causing your eyes to flutter closed. You pushed her away a bit, "Wait, Nat, what's going on?"
Natasha strokes her hands down your chest, "You don't need to worry your pretty little head, baby. Just focus on me," she leans in again, biting your bottom lip and relishing in the way you let out a small moan. The both of you stand up, slowly staggering towards the bedroom. You hear your front door creak open a bit. Natasha leans away from you for a second, turning her head slightly towards the door, "Don't be shy, Wanda.." she turns back to you, "you weren't that shy when you watched us through the opening of our bedroom door with your hand down your pants." She smiles down at you, almost innocently. You look at Natasha wide-eyed, whispering, "Wanda?!"
She smirks down at you, "Yeah, she seems to have quite the thing for you.." You swallow nervously, seeing Wanda's shadow appear in the hallway. Natasha quickly distracts you, turning your head with a finger at your chin, "Focus on me, baby." She licks her lips, pushing you to the bed and slowly taking off your clothes, fiddling with each button or zip to leave you in just your bra and underwear. She turned her body slightly, making sure that Wanda couldn't see you as to tease her. She listened for Wanda's footsteps adjusting her position in the doorframe before smirking.
Your breath hitched as Natasha's lips attached themselves to your throat, tracing the lining of every vein she could see with her tongue. You couldn't help but look over at Wanda in the doorway, her hand slowly tracing down her own body, her mouth wide open. Natasha moves her kisses down to place them on your breasts causing you to let out an unwanted moan, making both Natasha and Wanda grunt.
Natasha moved back up your body, grasping your lips with hers. Her tongue prods against your bottom lip before entering your mouth. Her hands move under your back, one holding your body up whilst the other unclasped your bra. She slings it off, throwing it in the direction of Wanda before smirking into your kiss. Natasha's hands move up your body tentatively before kneading at your breasts, pulling at your nipples teasingly. You whine.
Her hands continue to travel down your body, one hand travelling underneath the band of your panties to revel in the feel of your wetness spreading over her finger. She groans as she comes into contact with your centre, feeling the cause of the wet patch on your panties, "Jesus Christ, Y/N.." You let out a moan from deep within your chest as you felt her fingertips swirl around your clit, drawing circles. You looked down through your eyelids to see Wanda with her hand down her own panties, mimicking the movement of Natasha's fingers.
You look back over to Natasha who has been watching the movement of your eyes, smirking down at you. She leans closer to your ear, slowly entering you with two fingers whilst whispering, "Do you like it when they watch?" She bites your earlobe, dragging it away an inch as she turns to sadistically grin at Wanda possessively.
Her thrusts into you speed up and your fingers intertwine around her neck, pulling her face closer to yours to kiss you. As much as you would hate to admit it, having someone be so turned on just by watching you did also turn you on, but you would never tell Natasha that, who knows what other plans she would come up with.
Her movements speed up even more, "Tell me what you want, Y/N." She looks down at you, her eyes flicking from your eyes to the way your mouth has dropped open in an 'O'. You watch as her tongue darts out to lick her lips, "Do you want to come?" She rubs her thumb over your clit, pressing against it for a second. You let out a moan, "Please, Nat," She grins down at you, speeding up her movements again, her palm now pressing against your clit deliciously.
Your back arches up towards her as you press your head into the bed, "Oh god, oh god." You start chanting those words, your toes curling into the sheets. You hear the faint grunts of Wanda ahead of you, seemingly moving closer.
"Do it then, baby." She whispers, trailing kisses down your jaw and towards your neck. Her free hand comes to knead your breast and you let out a rippling groan, "God, I can feel how close you are, Y/N.." Natasha's wrist begins to tire with how harshly she has to thrust into your centre, "I bet Wanda would love to feel how you clench around my fingers," she looks towards Wanda, grinning at her expression.
"I'm coming, Nat- Oh God!" Natasha's movement becoming erratic, bringing you to your high. Her pace does not stop, letting you ride out your high as your hips rock against her hand. You hear Wanda let out a shaky breath, whispering "God.."
As you regain your senses, you lean up on your elbows, kissing Natasha on the lips once more before looking at Wanda, "Really? You, Wanda?" Wanda looks to the floor shyly, blush creeping up her neck. You stand up, walking towards her and pulling her forwards suddenly by the collar of her shirt.
You look her up and down, "Well if you're going to be here, you might as well put yourself to use."
A/N: Hope that's good, Anon!
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smalls-words · 1 year
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Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love
Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).
Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries. 
A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.
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The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.
Demons and angels walked amongst them.
He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.
Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.
But then… Then you met Natasha.
Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.
You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.
Natasha’s friends, however…
Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.
You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound. 
It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.
He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon. 
Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.
“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.
“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.
“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.
“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.
“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.” 
You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”
“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left. 
You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.
“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.
“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.
She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.” 
You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.
“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.
“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.” 
“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.
“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.” 
She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.
“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.
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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.” 
“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.
“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you. 
“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.
“6. Party starts at 7.” 
She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.
“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.” 
“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.
The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.
You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.
“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.
“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.
“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.
“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.
You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch. 
“Alright, let’s play!” 
You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.
The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly. 
Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips. 
“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.
“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.
“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.
“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.
You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.” 
“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?” 
Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?” 
“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.” 
“How am I not understanding you?”
“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.
You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.” 
You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.
“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.
“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.
“Oh, hey Y/N/N.” 
“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”
“Of course!” 
You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.
She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.
“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.
“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.
Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them. 
“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.
“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.
“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.” 
You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.
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Natasha was right. She was always right.
Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection. 
“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?” 
Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence. 
*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.
You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.
*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.
“Who… the hell… are you?”
You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.
“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.
“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”
She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.
“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.
You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.
“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.” 
You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”
She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.” 
“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.
“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.
“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.
*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.
“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone. 
How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”
“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.
“Breathe, my demon. Relax.” 
You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”
You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.
“Thank you, my love.” 
FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist. 
“Where is your tail?” She asked.
“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something. 
Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.
As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.
“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.
“Medical wing.” Tony replied.
“Why?!” 
“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.” 
He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”
“What did he do?” He asked instead.
“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.
“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.
“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.
“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.
“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.” 
“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.
“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.
Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”
The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.
“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.
“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.
You gladly fell asleep with her.
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st4r1light · 2 months
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your camera roll if you were dating scarlett johansson!! 🤞😇
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romanoffswandaa · 5 months
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Currently picturing Natasha wearing a strap for the day, and constantly teasing you and making sure that you know that she’s wearing it.
She’d pull you against her, so your back is to her front, and pretend she’s just trying to be sweet, and give you a hug. But you know better.
“What baby? Cant I hug my favourite girl?”
“I’m just trying to show you that I care.”
But you both know exactly what she’s doing. She’d do this all day. You’d be with friends, and she’d pull you to make you sit in her lap. Your friends would think she’s just being sweet and affectionate, but you can feel the strap in her pants. Finally, after hours and hours of her teasing you, she’d finally do something.
You’d be on the way home from somewhere and she’d be driving with one hand, the other resting behind your seat as if she’s stretching. She knows how much you need her.
“Are you needy baby?”
“Yeah, you need daddy’s cock?”
“Maybe you should get it all wet for me so that Daddy can fuck you as soon as we get home.”
Shed unbuckle her belt with her free hand, and slider her pants down just enough for the strap to be visible. She’d smirk at you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Put your pretty mouth on daddy’s cock.”
She’d take the long way home so that she could live in this moment for a while longer. And then when you got home, she’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.
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tahliafox · 3 months
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Only you.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader.
Summary: “Oh, baby. It's only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. 
Warnings: Angst, Making out.
Word count: 1938 
This is an add on to Dirty Secret, my last published story.
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Your finger flitted gently over the F# a couple times before a light pressure caused a horrendous off-key sound coming from the G in front of it. Your eyes tightly closed shut at the mistake.
“It’s an F#, darling.” The deep voice that appeared beside you made you flinch into a pair of thin, delicate hands that came to rest on your  tender shoulders. A green-flecked gaze ran over Natasha’s perfectly polished nails. From instant perception, the older woman's voice seemed to be aroused with disappointment.
The hand that once rested on your shoulder came and grasped at your shaky hands to place them onto the right keys. “A, then F#, then back to A. The notes are in triplets, play it rhythmically and evenly. That may prevent you from slipping again.” You took in a quiet breath, drying out your wanting lips. 
“I'm sorry, I have been trying to play it for ages now. I just can't get it right.” Your voice came out shaky, the breath taken in did little to calm your nerves- further prevented by the divine presence behind you. Natasha ran her hand back over to your shoulder and comfortingly caressed the tiffany blue, cotton shirt. Nimble fingers played with the satin collar that had been folded neatly, framing your porcelain neck. It was unfolded and folded again in exactly the same way, however it seemed to look neater after Natasha’s touch. 
“Why don’t you take a break, sweetheart. Maybe we could clear your head a little.” Natasha looked into your eyes through the gold-framed mirror in front of you both. You blushed under her gaze, as always, and nodded your head. “Fancy a walk?”`
You found yourself thoughtlessly agreeing.
Dancing ballet through thin plaits and red ribbons, the wind seemed to cool your forever flushed cheeks. Golden shards of light peaked through the patterned skyline created by browning leaves. The tree's trunks were home to a blanket of moss that creeped its way up through the branches. Ruby red heels clicked along the stoney, concrete road - that had been framed roughly by brittle leaves fallen from adjacently-lined rows of tall autumn-stained trees. 
Your hand fiddled with the fur lining at the end of your coat, nimble fingers occasionally brushing against the coffee-coloured, plaid skirt you had on. Your eyes were trained on the floor, watching your every step, dear God don’t fall over. You were oh-so careful, trying not to trip over any loose stones that may have been in your way- after all, embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha any more that you already had was the only thing racing through your mind. 
Covered in a ebony-black trench coat, Natasha looked glamorous and rich as always, with a cherry cigarette hanging from her lips. Her hair was tucked neatly into a french beret, secured by two pure gold clips. Everything she owned was so expensive, so expensive that you started to feel worth something every time Natasha layed her gentle fingers against your scarred skin.
“The sunsets are always beautiful this time of year.” Natasha put forth. Her hand was gently intertwined with your own, repeatedly rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. The unconscious movement managed to both calm and panic you at the same time. The overwhelming being of Natasha never ceased to leave your frame of mind, she was always there. 
Natasha was not expecting the silence she was met with after her remark. You clearly had not cleared your mind yet. “Please try to stop thinking, darling. You have been ever-so stressed recently and it's starting to worry me- and believe me I need nothing less than more worry lines on my forehead.” she chuckled. Your gaze whipped from the gravel path into Natasha’s eyes. 
“You are beautiful.” You spluttered. Natasha blushed softly and raised her eyebrows- making you choke on a dry throat. The soft cigarette smoking coming from Natasha’s mouth weaved its way through the air. “I- I mean that you shouldn't worry about getting lines on your face. You’re already so beautiful and I- well there's nothing that could happen to your face to erase that.” You un-methodically rambled.  
Natasha listened with a sweet smile on her face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she took in the wonder in your eyes as you spoke about her. “Well, thank you very much, sweetheart.” Natasha squeezed your hand tightly in hers with the intention of comfort. 
You smiled and looked back at the floor, the disorder of thoughts slowly clearing. “Did you talk to Darren about my sleeping arrangements? He asked me to clear out the guest room downstairs for whilst he is away- to keep you company.” You changed the subject. Natasha’s smile sunk a little at the mention of her husband. 
“Why don’t we take a trip away as well. Nobody is needing us here, we could go to Rome. I know you speak italian.” Natasha mumbled. You nodded your head at the option. Rome was always lovely at this time of the year, and your apartment there looked over the skyline perfectly.
“I have a place there.” You mentioned. Natasha looked at her, surprised.
“You do?”
“Well, it used to be my Nonno’s, but after he passed away I inherited it. It's completely paid off and everything.”
Natasha smiled at you as you both got to the end of the gravelled road, reaching a perfectly preserved fence. A bay horse lifted its head from the grass, looking over to see you and Natasha standing over the fence. Natasha clicked her tongue at her horse.
The horse came trotting over with its head held high. 
“How come I don't look after the horses as well as the house?” You asked.
“I assumed you were not trained with equine animals. If you had mentioned it in your resume I would have discussed it with you.” Natasha ran her hand along the stripe on the geldings head.
“Oh- I am not trained with horses, I just assumed I would take care of everything.” You hesitated for a second. “You have other maids?”
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head a little at the tone of your question. “Well, yes. It's a rather large estate and it would be impossible for you to clean it yourself, especially because you're not a live-in maid.” 
The realisation that there were other people that could possibly be this close to Natasha shot its way through your stomach like a bullet. What if you weren’t special? What if Natasha was just overly kind, overly giving? What if she’d been with another woman? A concerned look settled onto your face and, unbeknownst to yourself, Natasha was watching every twitch, every little movement to try and read what you were thinking. So lost in thought, you didn't even realise that Natasha's hand had let go of your own hand, and was now reaching its way onto your cheek. 
The juxtaposing smells of Natasha’s cherry wrist and the horse's mane were able to pull you out of a trance. Natasha held your face ever-so delicately and lifted your chin so she could look directly into soft eyes. Like the scent of Natasha, a cherry shade flooded onto your cheeks- all the way to the tips of your ears. 
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Natasha kindly demanded.
“Do you talk to everyone like this? Do you… well, are you with anyone as well as this?” The innocence of the question, followed with the despair that painted its way onto your face made Natasha pull you into her firm hold. You wrapped your arms around Natashas waist as one of her hands made its way into your hair, scratching at your scalp softly. 
“Oh, baby, only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. You burrowed your head into Natasha’s neck, allowing the sweet smell to dissipate your thoughts. Natasha rested her chin on top of combed hair and swayed you in her arms, whilst continuously stroking a line from the base of your neck to scalp.
After a long moment, you pulled away from Natasha’s neck, keeping the woman close in your arms. Your head turned away from Natasha’s gaze, scouting the area to see if anyone was with the two of you. 
“Kiss me.” You stated.
Natasha seemed to know everything, but at this moment she went foolish, you hadn't asked her for anything since that night. Often pervaded with words, she found herself speechless. She’d kissed you before, she’d fucked you before yet this was different, thought through- intimate, less impulsive. Sharply inhaling through her nose, (the sweet smell of you not helping her state of overwhelm) went blank, and opened her mouth.
“What?” The older woman's voice, unlike her face, was filled with emotion and expression.  It held a tone of something that you’d never heard before- disbelief maybe, so abnormal that your stomach started to curl. Her voice went- she tried to respond but all that happened was an opening of pretty, pink lips and the release of a cut breath. Natasha stared with shock for a few seconds, her mouth had dropped open the same. Her eyes flicked around the property they were on, after realising they were truly alone she nodded.
“Ask- ask me again and I'll give you anything. I’ll give you everything, just ask me.” Natasha’s voice was desperate. The young girl stole her thoughts and replaced them with images of what could happen. Breathing out of her nose, she closed her eyes and dropped so her forehead was resting against yours. “Please, baby. Ask me again.” The desperate voice dropped to a pleading whisper. 
“Kiss me.”
Despite the sheer desperation swimming within Natasha, she was gentle and kind. Soft, moisturised lips kissed themselves on your shaky mouth, pecking twice- why was she being so damn gentle-  until it got too much. You whined, feeling the older woman inhale against your mouth as the noise registered in her ears. Her legs subtly got closer, almost crossing.
Your eyes were closed, so tightly- as if you were making it up in your head and the permission of sight would cause a decay of the dream. But it was real, as real as Natasha’s nose brushing against yours, her lips intertwined, sucking on your lower lip. As real as her bold, undiscouraged hands gripping at your waist, forcing an arch in your back as she leaned into you.
Your slender arms draped over her neck, the crinkles in your shirt, the dip in her knees. Raphael couldn't paint a prettier picture than what was standing in broad daylight. 
“Please.” You begged, not knowing what you were actually asking for.
More, anything. 
“What, baby?” her mouth drew a millimetre away from yours. “Tell me what you need.”
You stuttered. Her, just her. 
“You, please.” so frail, so inexperienced. What were you supposed to ask for other than her? You just wanted her again.
Yet the world seemed so unkind, as the faint tapping of boots against cobbled stone started to get louder. Natasha withdrew herself from you completely, and in the matter of seconds you seemed to go through withdrawals. Your eyes widened, then welled.
The older woman had you at almost arms length, she consistently observed the surroundings. You begged that no one had seen the both of you together. Once so tender, she went cold, then started walking away from you. 
“Go back inside, finish your duties.” she ordered, as if she was talking to staff. You then realised she was, and that's what you were to her, an employee.
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Reader seeing pictures of nat being close to wanda and kind of gets jealous but mostly insecure, so insecure that they go into subspace and start mumbling things (amongst the lines of "im mommy good girl" "mommy loves me" "her good girl" or sum like that) and nat comes home and comforts them and calms them down?
also sorry for my english its not my first language:)
Insecurities
Mommy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader
Warnings: little bit of Wanda and Natasha, hurt/comfort, age regression
Natahsa hasn’t been with you very much recently and it’s fine. I mean…you think it is. You have no reason to worry or to be insecure, but you still feel sad that your girlfriend is always so busy and when she’s not busy she always hangs out with Wanda, her best friend and your other friend. They wouldn’t betray you like that…
You were on the couch scrolling through Instagram when you saw that Natasha and Wanda posted some pictures on instagram of them together. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist and on Wanda’s page, Wanda kissed nat on the cheek. Tears pricked your eyes and you immediately turned your phone off, throwing it on the other side of the couch. You whimpered and got up off the couch and started pacing back and forth while wringing your hands together.
Tears blurred your vision and you started sobbing which led you to be laid out on the floor. You weren’t thinking clearly and you started to feel yourself go into your headspace. You didn’t want to be a little right now, you had too intense emotions that your little self couldn’t comprehend right. You wiped your eyes and started to stand up but your whole body was shaking because you are so upset in this moment. You whimpered and started crawling to your chest that has your favorite little things that help you regress more and to make you feel calm.
You grabbed your favorite blankie and stuffed animal and crawled to the couch to sit. As you were calming down, the photos flashed in your mind and more tears pricked your eyes and you found yourself crying again. You started rocking yourself back and forth slowly and mumbling things to yourself.
Natasha walked up to y’all’s shared house and opened the door, using her house key. “Babygirl? Im home! Are you okay? Is your phone dead because-.” Natasha said as she walked in the house but stopped dead in her tracks to find you on the couch rocking back and forth and saying something under your breath that she couldn’t quite understand. She walked over to you and got down on her knees so she can look at you and talk to you face to face. She finally started to hear what you were saying and it broke her heart. “M’mommy good girls…” “Mommy onlys wuv mes…” “hers good girls..”
Natasha didn’t understand why you were saying this but you seemed really upset and she hates when her babygirl is upset. “Hey hey angel…it’s okay mommy’s here now..” she spoke gently so she doesn’t startle you and make you more upset. You raised your head to look at her and your bottom lip started to quiver. “Mommy Nu wuv me Nu mores..” you stated and started crying again. “No no babygirl! Where did you get a silly idea like that? Mommy loves you so much princess…” Natasha explained as she scooped you up in her strong arms and placed you on her lap on the floor she was sitting at. “Nu chu donts! Chu wuv auntie Wanda now! Chu don needs mes Nu mores..” you stated and sniffled.
Natasha then realized what you were upset about. She should have known that those pictures would put thoughts in your head. You were working on your insecurities and jealousy problems but nat was there every step of the way and understood you. She thought it was cute how jealous you could get but it does make her sad that you feel that you aren’t good enough for her because for nat, it’s the other way around. She still can’t believe that you chose her to be your girlfriend and caregiver, but she thinks the stars that she gets to be.
“Babygirl…I’m sorry that those photos upsetted you so much. But know that me and Wanda are just friends and that’s it. That’s all we are. She can’t replace you. No one can. You are my y/n/n and you are one of a kind. You are mine and I am yours. Nothing will change that my princess..” she explained to you and you looked up at her innocently “chu mines an I yours? Forever mommy?” You asked genuinely and Natasha felt herself tear up at how broken and sad you sounded. “Forever and always my little dove. It’s you and me against the world.” Natasha confessed and you felt yourself lean into her touch and cuddle yourself into her.
“We will talk more about this later. You don’t need to worry about such big emotions and problems okay baby? But just know that mommy loves you and only you.” Natasha said as she knows that even when you are in your headspace, you tend to worry about everything just like you do sometimes when you are out of it. Natasha and Wanda are just close friends, they feel like sisters to each other and plus they would never ever betray you like that. Ever. Natasha is so in love with you and only you. The reason why she keeps hanging out with Wanda so much recently is because she is planning on proposing to you soon and Wanda is basically a chef and great decorator and she knows the both of you very well to make the best proposal and wedding ever.
Natasha picks your sleepy self into her arms and Carries you to y’all’s shared room and tucks you in the bed. She puts on her black tank top and sweatpants to sleep in and lays besides you in bed and brings you close to her body so she can hold you. She loves you and only you, nothing will ever change that.
A/n: I hope that this was okay! Im sorry this was so late but I hope that y’all enjoy! Remember that winter/Christmas requests are still open! And remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!
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romanoffsbish · 1 year
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Take it All…
Virgin!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
A cute little (lengthy 🤭) story where Natasha gets to fall in love, and be taken care of in all facets 🥰
Warnings: Annoying men, AOU sexist mantra, but I promise it’s super FLUFF!
Smut: Marking(N), Oral (N), Fingering (N), Face-Riding (R), High-Tech Strap(N/R), Marking (N), Kinks: Praising/Degrading, Breeding.
18 + | Minors DNI !!
Natasha is a Swiftie, you will not change my mind.
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Natasha Romanoff was no stranger to the process of flirting, truth be told she was an expert at the concept being that she is a reformed spy who's objective once was to topple regimes, and who's focus lied in the art of infiltration, and manipulation. It didn't hurt that she herself was unforgettably gorgeous, walking into a room, and exuding a sort of aura that screamed power and sex. None of the targets found it in them to resist her charms, always leading to success, but funny enough the assassin never ever crossed over the lines.
Never did she sleep with a target, even when they were lower level, and conventionally hot. Her training allowed her to forgo any sort of sexual urges, the 'love is for children' mantra lived in her mind and heart rent free, but more so it just came down to a lack of interest. Being the object of their lusty intentions actually sort of disgusted her, to be seen for the lie she sold them, and never for who she really was—not that she really knew herself at the time, either way it was a massive turn off for the redhead.
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It wasn't until she came to America, with the offer of a new lease in life, that her tune began to slowly change. No longer did she allow the Red Rooms brainwashing mantra to influence her, because when she began to find her family in the Barton's she realized just how beautiful, and easy it could be. That there really might be a place for her in the world, and she craved it desperately. Finding it however wasn't an easy feat, because all the casual dates she went on ended with roaming hands, and visits to the infirmary for the many that had dared try it.
Natasha played a part in her own demise at times though, the art of flirting was engrained in her, so of course she'd use it to her benefit. Flustering the men and women of Shield, and then eventually her team of Avengers fell prey, it filled her with a childlike glee really. Causing the oh so powerful Captain America to redden like a tomato and fumble over his words always made her day, but with them it was all a game. One might say she was a tease, but she never offered them false hope, just lighthearted, flirty banter, more like an ego boost than anything.
Never would she dare date any of them, because they too stared at her like an object. Drooling over her on undercover missions, or at one of the many parties thrown by Stark. Bruce, and Steve would be obvious with their intentions as the night drug on, and she would always retire to her room early to avoid the awkward shutting down of their advances.
Being desired wasn't the problem, because at the end of the day a relationship would need to involve such a concept. For Natasha it was the lack of further interest, she saw the way Clint and Laura communicated with just a glance, or how they'd cuddled up after a long time apart over the Hollywood image of steamy reunions. Intimacy on all levels is what she'd craved, and she was rather disappointed to have never known it. Especially as she was approaching thirty, and was still by all accounts a virgin.
No one could tell by looking at her, but at heart she was a hopeless romantic, and no one would ever believe her if they knew she'd yet to even be kissed. She was an expert at many things, avoidance being one of those, because even with her need to draw targets in, she'd avoided their advances, playing coy with a purposeful cheek landing; securing her lips untouched.
As the time flew by she had thought maybe she was wrong, that maybe she was destined to be alone forever, so much so that she'd even found comfort in her solitude, but that ache still laid deep within her, and a part of her never gave into the doubt. Much to her shock a beacon of hope came into her life about a year ago, as you were recruited for the team by Fury and Stark. There was something different about you from the start, an almost innocence to your stride, and more importantly to her a sense of respect.
It was crazy really, you were always polite, and never did she really find your gaze predatory. She'd caught you glancing every once in awhile, expressing clear interest in her appearance, but your eyes also spoke of something deeper. Which was only evidenced by your constant use of silly little ice breakers as you worked hard to break down the redheads steel walls. Friendship, something she'd only experienced on a surface level with her other teammates, barring Clint, was what you were going for.
Natasha was initially taken aback by your eagerness to befriend her, but after a few months of her giving you lackluster responses, it soon became easy for her to incorporate you into her everyday. Like every morning when at breakfast where she learned you loved the company, but also required the quietude. She'd watch as you downed two mugs of cocoa before even uttering a word, then she would happily listen to your rambles while biting into whatever nutritious meal you'd have made.
Movie nights were spent sharing a couch, a bowl of popcorn sat perfectly in the middle, and she'd always make sure to reach for it whenever you did, sending you a shy smile as your hand's fumbled over one another. Simple touches like that became an addiction for her. Every chance she had got to touch you, best believe she took it: her head on your shoulder as she "fell" asleep during the movie, a hand on your back as she "squeezed" on by, but her favorite was being pinned to the ground by you in training sessions. Even if she flustered under your gaze embarrassingly fast, she'd always run off to her room after with impure thoughts to guide the inexperienced hands pleasuring her.
She was a virgin, not a prude.
Her metaphorical walls that were meant to be sturdy like steel, were instead more akin to the crumbling Great Barrier Reef of today's world.
Letting you in being easy did shock her, but what really threw her off was the loss of game. Everything Natasha knew about flirting went out the window with you around. Signature smirks were traded in for dopey lovesick smiles, and that natural flow of teasing words of hers was replaced with an inability to speak. All it took for you to change Natasha's life was six months, she was putty in your unknowing hands. You'd actually rendered her speechless on more than one occasion, with just a glance from across the room her conversations would come to a halt, just so she could gawk at you.
Kind of like now., "Natasha, you are, as the American kids would say: 'Down bad.'," the blonde mumbles to her sister, who was nearly drooling as you exited the gym in a sports bra, and pair of basketball shorts., "Ask her out.," Clint adds from her side, and she turns to face them in bewilderment., "Are you two crazy?"
Yelena smirks as she notices you doing the same, it was clear to her you were onto Nat, but she definitely didn't expect you to boldly make your way over., "Hey guys, what's going on?," you casually greeted the threesome, and the pair behind Natasha who'd immediately turned to face you share a mischievous look., "Oh my, Clint Barton, would you look at the time."
Clint genuinely looks to his watch, then clarity washes over him., "We have a meeting with Fury in less than ten, we better get going, will you keep an eye on Nat for us?," you watch as the redheads brow twitches but her shy smile remains., "She's a bit of a troublemaker if left unsupervised.," the archer teases further, but he leaves it at that, knowing better than to test his luck any further as the pair slip on out.
"Don't I know it.," you playfully shout at their nearly departed forms, but you looked directly at the gorgeous woman before you, who only furthers her adorableness as she pouts., "I'm not a troublemaker.," she brushed passed you feigning offense, but really she was just getting rather hot under your intense gaze, so she went straight to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water., "Yeah, then who hacked into Tony's suit, and made him fly backwards for a whole hour?"
Natasha's head falls as she tries to hide her blush of embarrassment at being caught, something she could normally do easily, just never around you. It was as if you were like her own walking, breathing lie detector., "Not I.," she cursed herself as her voice had cracked. That being your fault too since you suddenly had a hand on her hip, it was innocent as you'd been using her for leverage to reach the mugs directly above her, but her thoughts were anything but as your cleavage landed in her direct eye line., "Well then I guess it'll remain the greatest mystery of our generation."
Natasha giggled, actually physically giggled, and her entire body froze at the foreign sound. Never in her life had she expressed humor so softly before, her cheeks flushed at the notion that you'd softened her this much already., "Cocoa?," she was pulled from her moment of silly panic by your voice, the offer of a warm mug of cocoa accompanied by your smile more than enough to settle her current reservations.
After her nod in approval you began to collect all your ingredients, puzzling the woman as she'd never seen cocoa made this way before. In a pan you'd scooped in your cocoa powder, followed by a pinch of salt, then whisked in your pre-boiling water. After it simmered for a few minutes, you added in your milk of choice, then removed it from the heat where you added a splash of vanilla and mixed it all up., "That's different.," you caught her curious gaze, then chuckled as she realized she spoke aloud., "Promise it's so much better too.," a blush rushed to her cheeks as you winked at her before returning to the task at hand.
Once you deemed it ready for the mugs, you divided it up evenly, then to bring the drink over the top you added in a dash of half and half to elevate the drink's texture. Just when she thought you were done you'd began to scavenge for even more ingredients, such as tiny marshmallows that you dropped into the steaming mugs., "Cream?," she nodded again as you shook the can before her face, then she gasped as you squirt it onto her nose., "Y/N!"
All you could do was cackle at the sight of her, the dollop of cream nearly melting off her nose as you scooped it off with your finger then the redheads brain short circuited as you plopped it into your mouth in an unbothered manner. The opposite of how she now stood, hot and bothered, as your satisfied moans filled the space, being followed up by the loud spray of the can as you overfilled the mugs with the creamy perfection., "Here you go Natty."
The woman took her mug, albeit shakily as she pondered how something so simple in nature could make her feel this way. Then she quickly remembers that most days all it takes is a smile from you for her knees to nearly buckle. She is grateful in this moment as you're so into the drink that you'd missed her intense staring. Well, she assumed you did, but you were just simply forgoing a teasing smile as you were invested in the creamy cocoa.
"Jesus Y/L/N, drink anymore of that powdered shit and I'm sure you'll be sponsored in no time.," Stark's teasing voice breaks the happy bubble between you and the assassin, and just as you were about to taunt him back as the both of you were known for doing Natasha speaks instead., "Yeah, as I'm sure will be the case for you and the Viagra I saw in your lab.," she casually mused while sipping down the warm beverage., "Can you imagine it? Iron Man and his Iron Rod of a success story?"
Tony left the kitchen in a dramatic huff, and as soon as he was out of earshot you were cackling maniacally. The call out was so uncalled for, but a small smattering of pride filled your chest as you realize she was clearly defending you. You'd always heard about Natasha's cold ways, but you thought them to be a fable since she'd only ever graced you with perceivable softness. This only furthers your surmounting belief that she's as smitten with you as you are her, and this shared moment with her leaves you feeling rather emboldened to test out your theory.
"What?," Natasha questions in a hushed tone, the way you're suddenly staring at her so softly, but almost teasingly leaves her skin crawling., "You're adorable Natty, did you know that?," her face instantly flushed, and you smirked., "Coming to my defense like that; it's sweet."
Natasha was stumped for a response, she'd been called many things before, but adorable and sweet didn't come close., "It makes me think my suspicions about you are right.," she gulped before finding her squeaky voice., "What suspicions?," you settled both of your mugs down, then gently grabbed her hands., "That you're into me.," she was about to protest, her heart hammering in her chest at being caught, and potentially tossed aside., "Like in the exact same way that I'm into you."
"So, if I'm right here, I'd hope you'd willingly accompany me to dinner tonight.," the hope twinkling in your eyes was promising, and it about nearly knocked the redhead off her feet., "Y-Yes, I would love to accompany you.," she stuttered, something she'd never done before in her life, but she was far too excited to care., "Meet me out front at 5pm sharp, it's a date.," you left with a soft kiss to her cheek, smirking rather victoriously as you left the kitchen.
"A date.," Natasha repeated your words, her hand reaching up to graze over her warmed cheek like a giddy school girl, she sighed dreamily just before she was rushing out of the kitchen in a panic... What would she wear, among other things flashing in her mind.
Yelena and Clint beamed at their triumph, and hugged in a moment of blinding excitement., "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will end you Clinton Barton.," the elder man nodded, then the meddling duo quickly dispersed.
Natasha's shaky hands brushed out the front of her dress that didn't even reach her knees. It'd taken her an hour alone to pick out the outfit, but once she found the little red number in the back of her closet she was instantly relieved. There was no way you wouldn't find her to be undeniably ravishing in it, and that's exactly what she wants from tonight. To entice you, leave you on the edge of your seat, and unable to picture a life outside of one with her, and if she were being honest, she wants to be railed.
Nerves clearly overran her decision making tonight, because any common fool could see you didn't need the assistance in falling for her. Natasha wasn't much of a common though, never before you had she ever been considered one, but there's a first time for everything... Natasha spritzed herself with a classic cologne, a delicious scent of spiced vanilla covered her, she slipped into a pair of black stilettos, then she sighed before she made her way down to you with only about ten minutes to spare.
When you heard her approaching from behind you couldn't help but to smile, but you kept your cool while facing away, waiting for her lithe fingers to tap you on your shoulders. Natasha was nervous when she saw the furrow in your brow, a stark contrast to the previous smile., "Natty, aren't you cold?," her heart melted at your concern, but she brushed it off with a soft giggle., "I'm actually burning up."
It wasn't far from the truth either, seeing you in your suit had her mouth running dry., "Are those for me?," she deflected from her outfit, and moved onto the black and red roses in your hand with a giant smile on her face., "Yes.," you nodded nervously, she excitedly pulled the bouquet up to her nose to breathe in the aroma, and while she did you moved to remove your jacket, and put it over her shoulders.
Cutting her rebuttal off with the knowledge that she'd literally just shivered you then guided her over to your Jeep, helping her in, and buckling her in for extra precaution. Natasha was working on calming her nerves as you slowly rounded your car, not only were you not ogling her like she's used to, but you're also caring for her in ways she'd never experienced. It was so foreign to her, part of her worried you might not be as into her as you initially let on, but the sight of you smiling at her as you entered the car reminded her that the unknown isn't all bad, especially not when you're the one steering the ship, and are kind enough to hold her fidgeting hand as you do it.
The restaurant you took her to was beautiful, a little Italian joint on the corner of the street. There was a homey feeling to it that she wasn't used to, but it was comforting to say the least. Most people who took her out on dates were trying to impress her with flashy joints in the elite areas of the city, but she didn't need that; money and power wasn't the way to her heart. It was moments like this, spent beneath dim lights that hardly showcased the menu, with a goofball that covered her eyes and read the contents to her by heart that managed to do so.
Granted, you'd already had her heart before the dinner, but this hilarious display just assured her that you definitely were meant to have it. Natasha ordered the shrimp scampi after you raved on about it for ages, then she quirked a brow as you yourself ordered the five cheese raviolis., "What? This way I can have a bite of your delicacy, and enjoy my cheesy goodness.," Natasha snorted., "Oh? Who says I'm sharing?"
She did in fact share with you too, because as soon as you pulled out the puppy dog eyes she found she wasn't exactly capable of saying no. It wasn't unfair though, as you reached across the table with your fork held out., "Shit, Y/N, why have you been keeping this place a secret? All of this food is delicious.," she exclaimed over the bite of ravioli, and you beamed at her words., "Had to keep it at the ready for a date with a pretty girl.," her face fell slightly, clearly missing your teasing tone, but yours instantly softened at the obvious confusion on hers.
"Natasha.," she hummed while giving you her attention., "You're the pretty girl.," the woman immediately smiled shyly at the way you spoke of her in such ways, she's more used to being called hot or sexy by desperate people, she's truly never heard something as delicate before. Internally she felt embarrassment filling her at her cluelessness—of course you meant her, her self deprecating mind quieted down though when your hand settled over hers on the table., "Eat up beautiful, I can't wait for the cannolis."
Natasha loved everything about you really, but this childlike excitement of yours has to be one of the most endearing qualities you carry. Her eyes were amused, watching your lips move at record speed as you giddily ordered the sweet. When you turned back to face her she smiled warmly, her heart absolutely full as you subtly linked your hand with hers and urged her to talk. It's the best feeling in the world to be at the center of your attention, and have your eyes meet hers as she spoke about genuine interests.
With you she's able to just be, there's no pressure to uphold conversations filled with small talk, or to flaunt off her assets to keep your attention. She realized as you spoke to her so animatedly about the modifications you were making to her guns that she'd always just had it, no matter if she was in her pajamas or a revealing dress, and that truly settled all of her remaining doubts about you becoming hers.
As you escorted her back out into the cold New York night she instantly shivered, using the moment as an excuse to push back into you as you guided her to your vehicle., "Here, warm the car up, I'm sure I have warmer clothes for you in the back, you're going to need them.," she didn't question you, but she was curious to know what else you had planned for the night.
After slipping into your backseat she slipped out of her dress as you kindly waited outside in the cold, she was grinning as she slipped your sweat suit on, and she shamelessly snuggled into it with a sigh as your scent encased her., "Wow, you look so beautiful in my clothes.," Natasha's eyes caught the way yours darkened momentarily before returning to their normal shade, and she shuffled a bit as the sight of you in your lusty state put her into one of her own, or more so it just spurred on the one that's been steadily building within her all day long., "Th-thank you.," you winked., "No, thank you."
Natasha giggled, and your heart fluttered at the infectious sound., "Shall we go?," she pursed her lips playfully., "Depends, where to?," you rolled your eyes while helping her into the passengers seat., "You'll see in due time."
Natasha was about to question your next move, but then she was too busy DJing, as you gave her your phone in an obvious attempt to distract her, it clearly worked, and you smiled in amusement as she sang without fear beside you., "The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand.," you noted her passion, and her shockingly good vocals, and decided it best that she always control the aux cord so you'd forever be blessed with her hidden talent.
"TSwizzle fan are we?," you teased as you put the car in park and turned to look at her., "That's a silly question, of course I am, and if you're not you might as well take me home.," she huffed, but you could see she was joking., "Oh?," you went to reach for the keys, but she quickly stopped you., "Calm yourself honey, I was only removing them from the ignition."
"Red's really her best album.," you suddenly proclaimed and the redhead gasped in offense while accepting your help out of your car., "Absolutely not! It's a masterpiece sure, but let's not act like Folklore isn't right there.," you chuckled lightly., "Natasha, are you okay?!," she gasped and slapped your shoulder, causing you to chuckle even harder., "Am I okay? Are you?! I bet All Too Well is your favorite track."
A shrug was all Natasha needed to know she was right, her smug smile telling you as such, but before she could rub her win in your face she was stopping in her tracks at the sight., "Holy shit, the city's beautiful when you're not stuck in it.," her honesty brought a smirk to your face., "Yeah, I love to come here when the world gets a bit too much, it's therapeutic."
Natasha internally beamed at the knowledge that you'd brought her to not one, but two of your special places, it was heartwarming that you trusted her enough to let her in like this. Then her heart nearly combusted when you wrapped your arms around her from behind, letting her settle into your warmth while the both of you stared over the bridge and at the distant twinkling of the New York City skyline.
The silence that surrounded the two of you was surprisingly comforting, her ability to hear your soft huffs along with the distant traffic and crickets chirping were more than enough for her as she was completely relaxed in your tight hold., "Natty.," she hummed, too afraid to use her voice while your breath fans across her skin., "Are you interested in sharing a dance?"
"Good, let me show you Taylor's best.," you teased the redhead while pulling back to pull out your phone, missing the way she whined at the loss of contact in your obvious excitement., "Take my hand darling, and let me woo you."
Natasha took your hand with a playful shake of her head, allowing you to pull her against you, the proximity left her speechless, and the way you looked down at her made her blush wildly. It took her by surprise when you spun your bodies around to the upbeat song, but she quickly fell in line and found herself smiling unabashedly as you sung the lyrics sillily.
"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers; who took all of their problems out on me.," the lyrics spoke too deeply to the woman's soul as she is reminded of all of the horrors that came before you., "But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing.," she smiled though at the realization that she now had you., "I love you because you have given me no choice but to: stay, stay, stay.," and as she listened to the words leaving your lips, with her hand resting over your chest, she could feel her heart beating in sync with yours; she just hoped this intense feeling would last forever, and not be a fleeting moment in time.
The two of you eventually managed to sway your bodies all the way back to your car, you fell into the Jeep in a fit of nervous giggles as the song faded out into All Too Well. When you looked up though, noticing that Natasha was still leaning against your body, it was all too suddenly that the lightness in the air faded. Natasha stared at you so intensely as the light of the moon lit up your features, you just looked so damn beautiful, and in a moment of bravery she fell into you, planting her lips to yours; making her inexperience obvious.
When you didn't initially respond to her bold advances she felt worry consuming her entire being, did she read the moment wrong? But they were instantly quelled as you laid your hands over her hips, shifting the position and pushing her body into the car while your lips took over the momentum of the heated kiss. Natasha was grateful to be leaning into your car, because when your tongue slowly slipped into her mouth her knees nearly buckled.
Instinctively you could feel the way her hips jutted, causing you to still in your movements, and for her to whine as you pulled away entirely., "Nat, I don't want to rush things.," she desperately held onto the collar of your shirt when you tried to take a step back., "Y/N, I've waited my whole life for this moment, and I'm nothing short of sure with you, so please."
The lingering suspicion was met with her truth, and you almost felt bad with how excited it made you to know you'd be the first, and if you're fortunate, hopefully the last to have Natasha in such ways, but you were still a bit unsure., "Are you sure Natasha?," your thumb trailed over the apple of her flushed cheek, and she was quick to nod eagerly., "Use your words honey.," you smiled softly, and she melted into your hand., "I'm sure Y/N, please, take it all."
The drive back to the compound was shorter than usual, but with the use of side streets, and with your foot slammed to the gas pedal it was a blink of an eye before you and the redhead were stumbling into your bedroom. Her lip's eagerly pressed to yours, and you quick to reciprocate while guiding her body to the bed. The both of you tumbled down together, but before it got anymore heated you pulled back., "Natasha.," she tried to shush you., "I'm sure."
You shook your head with an amused smile., "Trust me baby, I know.," you reassured her with a knowing glance, the heat radiating from between her legs was enough of a telltale sign., "I'm just...," you paused, readjusting so that you could straddle her, hands cupping her cheeks as your eyes blossomed with such care., "I really like you Natasha—I want you, more than anything really, to be mine wholly.," she smirked up at you, this sudden change in your demeanor amused her, the nervousness was obvious, but she was perplexed on how you'd even ended up worried., "I'm all yours Y/N, so please, help me out here, I-I need you."
You cut her pleading off with your lips to hers, it was delicate, because as much as you wanted to tear her apart, you were far too aware of this being her first time, and you wanted to give her all the power., "More, please.," she began to shuffle uncomfortably from beneath you, so you were quick to remove both of your top layers, allowing her a bit more contact before your lips were on hers again, she whimpered into your mouth when your nipples brushed over her own, and  your tongue slid into her mouth while you pressed your pelvis to hers.
Teasingly you kept a steady pace as to work her up, not that she really needed it, but slow and steady was always the best way to go when you were learning another's body., "Tell me baby, do I have permission to mark you as mine?," she moaned at the thought., "Fuck, please do.," you smirked against her lips, then you began to trail your lips down her taut jawline, taking extra care to ensure you'd find her sweet spot, and when you finally sucked her earlobe between your teeth you found yourself victorious as she gasped, and shuffled beneath your body., “Please, I-I need more detka.”
“Patience my dear, I will take such good care of you, don’t you worry.,” your lips continued to move down her body, slowly leaving behind varying degrees of markings, and pulling the most delicious whimpers from the mess of a woman as you found even more sensitive spots., “So receptive baby, just keep making those pretty noises for me, and show mommy just how good she’s making you feel.”
Natasha’s eyes widened at your given title, it made her body shiver in anticipation of when she’d get to call it out, her thighs rubbing together beneath you showed you just how affected she was., “Patience baby, spread your legs for me honey, be mommy’s good girl.,” she whined at your command, but she shocked herself really with how pliant she had become., “There you go baby, promise I’m going to take care of you, just trust me, and the process.”
Impatience fueled her, but she knew you knew what you were doing, the thought alone came with waves of jealousy, but it settled easily whenever you laid another kiss to her hot skin, or better yet left another deep mark, claiming her as yours, and in turn making you hers. Natasha immediately rose her hips off the bed when she felt the tips of your fingers push passed the hem of her-your-sweats, and you kindly held back a chuckle at her eagerness.
The sight of her bare cunt shocked you, she was not nearly as innocent as she was playing it if she wore your clothing over her bareness., “Natasha, you are such a needy little whore.,” you couldn’t hold back your thoughts, and it seemed beneficial when her arousal dripped onto the sheets and she whined, almost as if she was in immense pain with how turned on you’ve made her., “Please, mommy, it hurts.,” you chuckled tauntingly as you laid between her thighs., “My beautiful, filthy whore…”
In slow succession you began to move closer to her core, leaving more marks on her thighs, and the woman whined and gasped the whole time as you cycled between sucking and biting. It was taking everything in you not to move to just devouring her, but the love you held for the special woman kept your carnality at bay, and left you with the need to not rush things., “Baby, we’re at the point of no return, but if you need me to stop, just whisper ‘widow’.,” you held eye contact with the dizzy girl from over her glistening mound, your quirked brow telling her to speak., “I understand mommy.”
“Good girl.,” you mumbled against her thigh, then with your hands splayed over them you held them down against the bed, and slowly trailed your tongue up her slit., “Oh fuck!,” and just as you’d expected the strong muscles beneath your fingertips tensed, fighting your hold as they tried to close around your head., “Keep them open for me honey.,” your words were met with attempted obedience as she calmed down, but as soon as your lips wrapped around her clit and offered the tiniest bit of pressure you were grateful that you decided to hold them down anyways, because your mouth was unrelenting as it brought her to tears.
“Mommy, I-I.,” she whimpered, her body was in a state of unfamiliar territory, and it was up to you to ease her., “Sh, whatever you’re feeling is part of the process honey, just let go.,” Nat was stressed that you were misinformed here, the urge to pee was strong, but it wasn’t an urge she could fight as your tongue plunged deep into her, and successfully threw her into a blinding state of bliss she’d yet to experience.
Natasha was breathing harshly as you trailed your way back up her body, fingers gently circling over her hip in a gentle comfort, and your body laid atop of hers to ground her., “How are you feeling love?,” she smiled in lieu of a response, and you returned the gesture., “Are you satisfied? Or shall I continue, hm?,” her thighs rubbed together when your raspy voice hit her., “Please don’t stop, I want it all.”
“As you wish.,” you winked, then met her lips in a passionate kiss as your fingers danced over her skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on there way to her puffy cunt, where they met no resistance, but were still as gentle as can be as only one of them surpassed her entrance., “Shit.,” you swallowed the grunt, but moved your kisses to her neck in an attempt to distract her from the unfamiliar feeling of your finger., “It’s going to sting baby, but I promise it’ll only be temporary, but do remember the safe word.”
After a few seconds you began to remove the finger before slowly reentering her, setting a slow pattern to get her used to the feeling. Natasha felt the exact moment the pain became pleasurable, and she moaned languidly against your earlobe to let you know. You moved to introduce a second finger, and were met with a pained gasp, but as you started to pump them into her at a steady pace she became a moaning mess that was only further turning you on.
Her walls clenched around your fingers with every thrust, you also noticed that when you groaned they’d flutter uncontrollably, and you found that to be extremely hot., “Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well.,” you smirked against her neck when her cunt sucked you in further., “God baby, you have such a greedy little cunt.,” she moaned, partially at your words, and even more so at the way you curled your fingers so torturously slow from within her.
“I-I think I’m close.,” you hummed while sucking on her heated skin., “Then let go for your mommy.,” you bit into her neck, and she quite literally shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure, her back arched off the bed while her thighs trembled, and you returned your lips to hers to quiet down her unrelenting screams as your fingers lazily rode her through her high.
Once her body seemed to be calming down you removed your fingers from her, and she cried., “I want more, please.,” your eyes widened., “Fucking hell baby, you’re insatiable.,” you traced a line of her own slick over her lips, then nodded in encouragement, smiling when she took the hint, and used her tongue to clean it off as you did the same to your shining fingers., “You taste divine, like the holiest of nectars.,” she beamed at your words, then she pouted when you looked to be leaving the bed.
“I can’t give you more unless you give me a chance to collect it.,” you winked at her before entering your closet and procuring your latest science experiment with an excited smirk. A soft groan left your lips as you slipped the end of your strap into you, clenching purposely you watched as the shaft responded with a twitch., “Fuck, this is going to be everything.,” you groaned then made quick work of returning to the needy redhead laid atop of your bedsheets.
“Oh shit.,” her eyes were wide when she saw the almost human like appendage dangling from between your legs, it looked so realistic that she almost wondered if you were a sorcerer., “Think you can handle mommy’s cock baby?,” she nodded dumbly, a response that was inspired by her eager cunts pulsing., “Yes, please just give it to me already.,” after she spoke you wasted no time hovering above her, and slowly you moved your hips, getting the silicone covered in her abundant slick.
“This is going to sting love, but I’ll be gentle.,” she tensed, but when your thumb slowly began to stimulate her clit she settled into the bed., “Relax baby, it’ll be smoother if you do.,” she happily reciprocated the kiss when you laid your lips to hers, but then she accidentally bit your lip as you began to inch the strap passed her entrance., “I’m sorry mommy, I—.,” you shushed her quickly, then began to pick the momentum of the kiss up to distract her as best you could from the toys unfamiliar stretch.
Once you felt your pelvis meet hers you were in awe at the sight, seeing her taking you in so well was truly astonishing., “Baby look down.,” she lifted her head in a daze, then threw it back into the pillows after she saw the way you had filled her so well., “Are you ready,” she smiled up at you excitedly., “Fuck me hard mommy.”
Even with her encouragement you started out slow, knowing her excitement wasn’t riddled in awareness, and you were certain she was grateful for that as her nails dug into you with every shallow thrust you rewarded her with. There wasn’t going to be a long process here, with how worked up you already were, and how sensitive she was it was bound to be a short endeavor, you prolonged it as best you could, but with every clench of her walls around the strap you were hit with a vibration on your end that had you panting wildly.
“I’m going to let you in on a secret baby.,” you grunted while drilling the strap into her at a picked up pace., “Mommy’s cock is full, and she’s going to bust any second now, filling you up with her babies, and making you scream.,” Natasha’s heart ached at the notion, but her pussy also fluttered rapidly around the strap, causing you to do the same on your end as it all became too much, and with a final thrust the cum reservoir was activated, and Natasha’s body jolted up as she screamed in pleasure.
Natasha wrapped her arms around your back, and buried her face in your chest as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of you gushing inside of her, and you two fell into heap on the mattress as you were desperately trying to calm yourself down after the intense orgasm you just experienced, and Natasha could sense that you were struggling a bit so she did her best to comfort you even in her own state, and the feeling of her hand carting through your hair was enough to honestly make your heart burst.
“Such a good girl.,” you praised while laying gentle kisses across her collarbones to help further bring the both of you back down., “Making mommy so proud baby, so fucking proud.,” Natasha was a fast learner, even in her dizzy state she could feel everything you did to her, and every bit of her wanted to reciprocate., “Mommy, can I please try?,” you smiled down at her softly, then pecked her pleading lips., “You’ve been such a good girl for me, so how about I ride that pretty face of yours, hm?!,” she nodded vigorously, but then she was quick to correct herself., “Yes, please do it.”
Standing up quickly you removed the strap from within you, wincing slightly as it left you, then carefully you had moved until you were hovering above her head., “Stick your tongue out baby, and tap my thigh if you need me to get off, no pressure at all, just have fun.,” you could see her smiling, her tongue slowly wetted her lips as she stared at your dripping center, then after her moment of gawking she listened.
Natasha’s arms were instantly wrapped around your plush thighs, and her tongue was flattened as you settled atop her face, she instantly moaned when your arousal touched her tongue, and you groaned at the vibrations making her feel an overwhelming sense of pride to have been able to please you already. It’d helped the inexperienced girl that you were already sensitive, but as you began to grind against her face you realized she was simply a natural, she belonged between your thighs.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well, mommy’s going to cum, is that okay?,” you panted from above her as you felt yourself about to let go, but you still didn’t want to overwhelm her., “Fuck.,” you moaned when you felt her mumbling her approval, and in a moments time your movements became more erratic as you worked to prolong your high, but when you came back to yourself you quickly clambered off of her, only to find Natasha’s dopey smile to greet you as your slick drenched her face., “That was fucking epic.,” you chuckled at her innocence, then moved to lay atop of her again.
“You’re so fucking perfect Natasha.,” the smile you received made your heart flutter, and you felt the urge to kiss her deeply to reiterate the previous sentiment., “Thank you Y/N/N.,” you only kissed her deeper., “It was my pleasure.”
Natasha’s body settled atop of yours the second it hit the mattress, and your arm was quick to tug her even closer which resulted in a long, happy sigh leaving her swollen, pink lips., “Rest now love, we’ll clean you up in a bit.,” you whispered, and felt relieved when her body relaxed the rest of the way into yours.
"I-I need to tell you something.," Nat shakily whispers, breaking the perceived peaceful silence, and you shift to sit as she'd done, your body briefly tensed with fear that she’d become regretful after all, but you grabbed her hands while smiling comfortingly anyways., "Natty, you can tell me anything. What is it that's troubling you sweetheart?,” your heart nearly broke when you saw how terrified she looked.
"In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, they have a graduation ceremony. They sterilize you. It's efficient – one less thing to worry about – the one thing that might matter more than a mission. Makes everything easier, even killing.," her voice shakes as she fidgets with your fingers, avoiding your eyes; likely full of pity, or to her fear—disgust., "Bruce isn't the only monster on the team..."
"Oh Natasha.," you coo, immediately bringing her rigid form into your lap, embracing her wholly, and rocking her as she begins to tremble., "You are not a monster!"
"What happened to you wasn't right, and all that they made you do wasn't your fault.," you stop briefly, trying to regain your composure even though all you wanted to do was cry with her., "Nothing you could say to me will change my mind. You, Natasha Romanoff, are one of a kind in the best ways possible. I've cherished every moment spent with you, and you are so much more than your body to me.," Natasha was overwhelmed with emotion as you spoke, pulling back from your chest, and slamming her lips to yours, desperately needing to feel you, and the comfort of your touch to go along with the words she always needed to hear.
After allowing her the chance to control the moment you eventually pulled back, offering her the softest smile you could muster while wiping away the tears that covered her face., "Being able to bare a child doesn't reflect your worth, but if down the line you're able to love one then I can see us going the distance.," she smiled at you so brightly that you couldn't fight the widening of your own smile., "The distance with you sounds like a dream come true Y/N."
A budding bubble of hope blanketed the both of you as you laid her down, and continued on to show her just how much you planned to love her right; to love her as she always deserved.
Natasha was overwhelmed by the warmth of your love, she smiled softly against your chest, very grateful she waited this long, because she doubts anyone else would've been as tender with her as you were., "I love you Y/N/N.," her whispered words caught you off guard, your hand having been rubbing soft circles into her exposed hip in comfort., "I love you too Natty."
Natasha, tired as she was, burrowed her face into your neck as you returned her feeling's without any doubt present in your voice. It took a lot for her to admit it, and it paid off; you mirrored her features as she smiled against your skin, before she began laying tired kisses to the bare skin in silent affection. Your hand never stopped moving comfortingly, and so it wasn't long before her kisses were replaced by soft puffs of air, and adorable little snores., "Goodnight my love, here's to our forever.," your heart skipped at the prospective future as your eyes fluttered shut; following in her lead.
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The warm sun splaying across your face in the late hours of the morning arose you from your deepest slumber. Without even opening your eyes you began to stretch out your sore body, the sounds of your bones cracking causing a knowing smile to overtake your face at the memories of the night before. Though it was quickly replaced by a deep frown when you rolled over, and realized the bed was empty.
Sitting up you took the blankets with you, preserving your modesty while you got your bearings. The bedside tables clock flashed 9:00am, and you had an idea for where your lover had ended up. Missing her led to you slipping out of the warm bed and into your ensuite, where you took a quick shower before you slowly made your way to the living room.
"Annabella, and Erin keep it down.," Natasha shushed the five year olds., "Mama's asleep., Your chest fluttered with affection at your wife's attempts to protect your slumber. Natasha might not have birthed the little redheads with the bright green eyes, but from the strikingly similar looks, down to their feisty nature, they were hers—through and through.
"Come again?," your teasing voice traveled throughout the living room, being followed up by a chorus of squeals as your daughters wasted no time rushing into your open arms., "Mama!! We missed you so much!," you pecked their little cheeks., "I missed you little gremlins so much more.," the girls giggled wildly in your hold as your fingers jabbed into their sides., "Mama, please stooooop.," Anabella whined, while Erin stuck to squirming in her protest.
Natasha watched you all from the kitchen, allowing her favorite couple of girls their moment with you before she could have hers. Her gaze was riddled with a mix of love, and impatience, because as much as she adored your mother persona, she much preferred your snuggly wife persona in the mornings., "Girls, go get cleaned up, and we can go to the park.," she clapped her hands together to emphasize her point, and the girls squirmed from your arms in a rush. Nat smirked at you in triumph, and you just rolled your eyes before opening your arms to her, and instantly exciting her.
"Yelena brought them back about an hour ago, I'm sorry we couldn't wake up together.," your wife's muffled grumbling flowed into your shirt, but you managed to catch the words, a soft chuckle leaving you at her clear contempt., "We couldn't get the forever babysitter deal?,"you gasped, humoring your apparently jilted lover., "The nerve of the girl, even after we watched Fanny for a whole three months earlier this year."
A dogs bark pulled your attention from the teasing nature, your wife stilled along with you., "Yeah, stupid Fury and his missions.," you chuckled at the fuller picture, then at the sound of nearby babbling you peaked into the kitchen to see your son sat in his high chair beating his cup into the sensory play mat on the tray., "Well that's one way to experiment with it buddy.," then as if the world didn't want to give Natasha a break, a loud noise erupted.
Natasha was reluctant to pull away from you, but she heard the booming noise upstairs, so after she groaned exaggeratedly into your chest she did so, pouting up at you until you got the hint. A hum of contentment left her as your lips pressed to hers so tenderly., "There's hot cakes on the counter for you, eat up hot stuff.," you snorted as you pulled away from the kiss, then you watched as her smirking form left to handle the chaotic girls, and you moved into the kitchen to eat, while cuddling with your smallest man., "Mommy's a silly goose. Isn't she Rico?," he babbled incoherently in your hold, but you could almost swear he said 'yeah'
Natasha met you in the car with the deviants, their somber expressions feigning remorse, but the mischief stirring around their eyes told you they weren't sorry in the slightest. As your wife joined you up front you looked to her, but the tight smile told you not to even ask, so you didn't. Her hand soon found yours, softly settling over it as it rested atop the gear shift, she'd been squeezing it in random successions of three as you drove, making you smile, and after a few times you'd flipped your hand over to link with hers., "I love you too.," conveyed in the simplest of gestures, your wife smiled over at you warmly, and thanked the heavens above that she let you in all those years ago.
She finally found her place in this world with the help of your unwavering love, and started this beautiful family. All of her dreams having come to fruition—well almost all of them., "Detka?," you hummed as you carefully pulled into the parking lot of the three story park., "Can we get a cat?," you snorted at the randomness, pulling your connected hands up to your lips to deposit a sweet kiss shortly after., "Whatever you want my love, you get.," truth be told you'd give Natasha anything she asked for, because no one in the world was more deserving in your eyes., "How about another baby then? Help to even us out."
Well, almost everything...
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Ready or Not, Here I Come - Mama!Nat x Daughter!Reader
Summery: Your mama, Natasha can’t find you during a game of hide and seek and gets slightly worried
Notes: ‘Calls’ as in shouting, I’m going to assume reader is too young to have a phone yet, loll.
Readers Age: 4 Years Old
Requests: Open
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“Ninety-Nine... One-Hundred! Alright Malysh! Ready or not, here I come! Mama’s gonna find her little loon!” Natasha called out into the hallway of her section of the compound.
You both had just gotten back from spending the weekend at the Barton’s farm, over the weekend you had developed a love for the game of hide-and-seek from the two eldest Barton children.
So far this was yours and Natasha’s third game, and Natasha was just as into it as you were since she just could’t get enough of seeing your cheeky little grin or hearing your adorable squeal whenever she found you.
“Y/nnnnnn! Come out, come out where ever you are, манчкин.” 
Nothing.
Hm, you were learning fast. The first round you had come out of your hiding spot straight after she had called you, always being a child to answer when called so that you wouldn’t give your mama a scare.
Natasha made sure to make her steps heavy, knowing that you would giggle if you felt as though you were tricking her.
“Could my little Y/N/N be under the carpet?” She called out as she lifted the carpet gently. “Oh? She isn’t here!” She called out, pretending to sound shocked.
Although she was a little but when she didn’t hear a sound afterwards.
You were really getting good at this game. Clint had thought you well. She could imagine his words of ‘the student becomes the master’
“Ohhhhhh Y-NNNNN!” She sang. “Mama’s coming to find youuu.”
Nothing. Huh.
For the next minute Natasha played it the way she usually did, making silly little comments as well as looking at the spots where it was plain-fully obvious you weren’t hiding. But you were beginning to worry her by remaining quiet.
You were a quiet child, of course. But usually during games like this the more your mama called the more you wanted to run to her and make sure that she wasn’t actually worried, plus you loved the cuddles that you would receive.
“Y/N? Sweetheart?”
If you just giggles or let out a huff or something she would gladly keep pretending for another five minutes, but there wasn’t a peep out of you.
“Come on honey, Mama can’t find you anywhere. She gives up!” 
Natasha thought that that ought to do it. But it didn’t. Still not a sound. 
And due to having received a small dose of syrum during her time in the red room, her hearing was better than the average person’s, making it easier to hear around your’s and her’s apartment in the compound. Which helped whenever you had a nightmare or needed to get up at night due to a tummy ache.
Natasha was panicking now, switching into protective Mama mode.
She began to search all of your previous hiding spots where you had hid in perviously. But nothing.
She would have heard the door open if you went to go somewhere else in the compound.
“Y/N! Come on sweetheart! Why don’t we go find Uncle Thor? He and Loki just got back from Asgard, you love Uncle Loki!”
You did love Uncle Loki, he was one of your favourite uncles and if something wasn’t terribly wrong you would have zoomed over to her that very second from where you were supposed to be hiding.
“Malyshka please. Are you stuck? Do you need Mama to come get you?”
Natasha wandered aimlessly around the apartment, not entirely sure what to do. She didn’t want to leave incase you got scared if you came out of your hiding spot because she wasn’t there.
It wasn’t until she noticed a little pair of kids’ shoes sticking out from under the rack that she felt huge relief.
Natasha pulled a few of the coats to the side and smiled in relief and at the adorable sight in front of her.
You were fast asleep, your head resting on her slippers. 
She should have known how tired you would be. You had been running wild with the Barton kids all day, you had stayed awake the entire car journey back chatting away because you felt that if you fell asleep Natasha would be lonely, you had then played another two games while running around with Natasha. She’s surprised you hadn’t fallen asleep sooner.
After she quickly snapped a picture of you on her phone she put it away and went to softly pick you up, you were light, so it was no problem.
“C’mere sweet pea.” She murmured as you let out a small grunt.
“Mama.” You whined slightly.
“Right here Moye Serdtse.” She cooed softy as you lay your head on her shoulder. 
“Did I win?”
Natasha suppressed a laugh. You had won in scaring her if that’s what you meant, which of course it wasn’t.
She studied your red locks that you inherited from her, and said something that she had known since the day she she discovered your existence. “I won.” She said lovingly. She had won, she had won in life because she had you. What else could she ever need?
You huffed, not understanding what she really meant. “Next time I will.”
“Maybe.” Natasha chuckled. “Let’s go sweetheart, you can sleep in my bed.”
You smiled up tiredly at Natasha as she moved some hairs from your face. “Yes please, Mama.”
“I love you. Malyshka.”
“Iluvoo too...” You replied, half asleep on your Mama’s shoulder already.
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notlhecxzsa · 1 year
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Stubborn Red Head - N.R
Warning: None(but, if I miss something that triggered you, please, kindly let me know! Mwaps)
Sum: Just natty, being a big stubborn head and a scaredy tiger to her girlfriend.
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Natasha's POV:
"Come on Nat, your bruises are too deep to be ignore. Why can't you just simply go to the medbay, get your girlfriend to check and clean that?" Clint said as we sit on the living room. I sat there, staring hardly at the floor while crossing my arms, trying to ignore the pain, and Clint's scolding.
Me, Clint, Wanda and Steve just finished out mission. Something went out of the plan, it leads us to a very chaotic event. Wanda got her hand and foot dislocated, now she's being checked by Dr. Cho, while on the other hand, Steve is being treated by bruce, fortunately, for Clint he didn't injured himself.
While me, i have so many cuts and bruises around my body, some of the are black and blue already, some are deep, some are not. I can almost feel myself getting light headed as seconds past by, i know that im losing blood already.
"I can still manage, don't worry. I'll just go to my room and clean this up, it's not that too severe." I said as i tried to stand up, only to get stumbled back down on the sofa again.
"Yeah, you can really still manage..." Clint mocked me, making me glare at him.
"Come on, Nat don't be stubborn, or else that'll just get worse." He said warningly.
Before i can even utter a word, Wanda walked in the room with Steve, immediately taking notice of my state.
"You still haven't got that cleaned and checked up on, Nat?" Wanda said while frowning worriedly.
"No, i-" I was cut off by Clint.
"She's too stubborn." Clint said.
I immediately got an idea. Steve and Wanda are already done, it means, i can take my turn to get checked up on and cleaned by Dr. Cho.
But, once again, someone joined in on our conversation, and that someone is my girlfriend.
"What's with all the commotion here?" Her soft alluring voice called out, making their head whipped on her direction, while i just stayed frozen form where im sitting, closing my eyes as i bite my lip.
"Well, your stubborn girlfriend here, is being the stubborn woman that she is. She doesn't want to get checked up on, because according to her, 'she can manage'.", I heard Clint said.
"Well, i guess our job ends here. Let's go, boys!" Wanda exclaimed, before snapping her fingers.
I heard their footsteps descending, until i heard nothing anymore. There's a moment of silence, before i heard a heels clicking on the floor, as soon as it stopped, i opened my eyes, immediately gazing at my gorgeous girlfriend who is scanning me from head to toe.
There's no emotion in her face, but i can tell she's disappointed. I smiled sheepishly at her while scratching the back of my neck. I saw how she shook her head, before turning away and snapping her fingers, motioning me to follow her, which i did with no hesitation.
I followed her like a puppy, dragging my pained and aching body, stumbling as i did so.
"Sit." She said in a straight tone, and pointed the bed, as soon as we step inside of her very own clinic.
I obediently followed, i sit on the bed while waiting for her to do whatever she needs to do with me. I watch her movements, flinching at the sound she would make, like she wound throw things hard on the table here and there, and i can tell that it's in purpose, meaning that she's pissed.
"Discard your suit." I did carefully to not to harm my sore bruises, when i finished, i was left only with my tank top and tight boxers.
She sat infront of me, sitting on her chair that has wheels. She started cleaning my bruises, too focus on what she's doing that she doesn't notice me staring lovingly, but with guilt on her face.
How can she look so amazing, and hot at the same time just by wearing those spectacles of hers? Like, DAMN, what did i even did to have someone like her?
But, even with all the disappointments i see in her, the worried expression that is plastered on her face didn't go unnoticed. Her eyes are soft, and her touched are so gentle as she did her job, and it makes me more guilty.
"I'm sorry..." I said sincerely, trying to catch her gaze, but, she didn't even flinch, nor reacted, her face still stayed the same, while she just continued what she's doing.
"You should be." She said with no emotion.
The reason why i didn't want to go here, and let my girl see me in this state, it's because i know she will gonna be so worried, and mad. I mean, the last time i went home when im nearly losing my consciousness, she yelled and cried at me after i recovered. And believe me when i say, she didn't talked to me for a whole 3 days.
I mean, it's my fault tho. I promised her to come back just the way i left, although i know she knows that it doesn't really go by that, considering that my job is literally like a suicidal missions. But, i always try, and i failed. Sure, i go home with light cuts and bruises, but that didn't matter, because it's only a little, but i know that sometimes, i reached beyond my limits.
I just watched her as she gently took care of me, when it came to the stitching, she would say sorry whenever i would flinch and winced. After it was done, she stood up and cleaned everything, and packed it all up, while i just stayed seated, watching her every move, thinking of what i should do.
Don't get confused tho, im the top on this relationship, but everybody know that im an 'under' when it comes to my girlfriend.
She still didn't utter a word, and i know that i have to do something if i don't want this to go any longer.
I walk from where she stands, which us infront of our vanity table inside our room. We're just getting ready to go to bed, im already done, she is too, but she still needs to do her night routine. I snake my arms around her waist, and i felt her become tensed by the sudden action, but soon enough she relaxed as i kiss her shoulder and neck softly.
"I'm sorry, baby. Please? I'm really sorry. I didn't want to make you worried, something just went really wrong along the mission." I said softly while rubbing her tummy.
She still didn't utter a word and continue on what she's doing. I sighed defeatedly, but continue on comforting and wooing her.
"Hey, darling can you forgive me, please?" I ask while looking at him with my puppy eyes as i pleadingly pout my lips. She looked at me, and i know that she will gonna forgive me sooner.
I wrapped my hands around her middle part as i put my head on her chest, we're now laying on our bed, and only the moonlight, and the lamp in our bedside table are the only thing that are giving us light to see each other.
"Please? I don't want to sleep knowing this is our situation. You know how i can't sleep when we're like this, and i know you too. So please, come on, my love. Something just went really wrong along the mission, Steve and Wanda are injured too, so it wasn't really our fault, or my fault." I explained looking at her straight in the eyes, and now i saw how they soften, as i felt her arms wrapped itself around my head.
"Okay, i forgive you. Sorry too, i just- im just really worried and- disappointed and upset because you wouldn't come automatically to me when things like this happens. I mean, like, we already talked about this, but it's still the same." She said and i can see the sadness in her eyes, making me feel bad.
I kissed her forehead and buried my face on her neck, instantly sniffling her comforting smell. I put small kisses over it before i look at her again.
"I'm really sorry. I was just really scared and i don't want to see you being all worried like the last time." I said, and she frowned.
"Am i that mean for you to be scared at?" She pouted, making me chuckle and kiss her lips, making the pout go away.
"No, no, that's not what i mean, baby. It's just that, i already know how you'll react, and you know....i don't want to see you sad and upset." I said, and now, it's hee turn to kiss me, as a way of saying that she understands.
"Don't worry, baby. I promise, i'll be more careful soon, okay?" I said, giving her a reassuring smile, with tired eyes.
"Okay. Let's sleep already, im tired. Goodnight, i love you." She said before giving me a lingering kiss.
I hold the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss, but she pushed me away giggling as she did so.
"Okay, stop. I'm really tired, okay? You should rest to, i know you're tired." She said, and i nodded my smiling widely at her.
"Roger that, boss. Goodnight, i love you till the earth stops moving." I said, and she playfully pushed my face away while laughing.
"Cheesy." She said, before settling in.
I shifted into more comfortable position, usually, im the big spoon, but for now, i feel like needing more of her warmth to be wrapped around me, so that's what i did
God, i truly love this girl.
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screechcat · 9 months
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Alright, home dogs. I am a Natasha Romanoff simp in need of help!
There is this one fic I can not find, and it's about Reader being a CEO and nat having a daughter. Bat works for Reader, and one day, she brings kiddo to work, and little lady makes her way into Reader's office.
Nat finds her there and I'm pretty sure the kiddo had started calling Reader Bubbles or smth.
Pleeeeeeaaaaase help meeeeeee!
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Only you can hurt me like this. (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)
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Natasha was used to flirting with men for info or for pleasure really it was fun to see what she could accomplish sometimes and the men so sure their little plays and lies that spilt from their mouth were like magic making the redhead fall to her knees for them.
But with (Y/N) it was different.
She would feel like a high school girl a warmth in her chest and unable to look at her for fear of her face warming like a fire unable to be put out when she looked at her like that.
Which may have made the betrayal she felt at that moment all the more painful. She watched as (Y/N) flirted coyly with the man sat impossibly close to her. Legs squished against each other as she laughed at his offhanded comment. Natasha looked the man over attractive sure he had shaggy red hair and a strong athletic body, a new hire in the air view division tasked with overlooking all threats from the sky Natasha was confused on why he was here more specifically why he was sat in her spot making the woman she loved laugh and being the cause of her melodious laugh.
“How about you interrupt them instead of trying to glare a hole in his head?” She whipped her head as Bruce’s voice broke her thoughts, though your laugh could still be heard in her ear. “Why would I do that Bruce?” Natasha asked acting as if her hatred of the new man was not obvious.
“Well if you don’t go over there soon, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be taking her home” Tony added in watching the scene himself bored as Pepper had left earlier. Natasha just continued to watch ignoring the two men who noticed their advice was not going through walked away to conversations that would prove more fruitful.
As she continued to watch the spectacle she refused to step into and stop she watched as the man stood pulling (Y/N) with him to whisper in her ear another joke that had her giggle like a child. She watched as he pulled you further from the room towards the elevators holding hands as they waited for the elevator to arrive.
Natasha waited for what felt like hours before getting up slowly and following the little couple to their stop. She watched as he leered over her, her body pushed against the wall looking up at him in a way Natasha would give her life to be looked at by her. She stood near hidden by a wall as she saw them enter the elevator and disappear behind the door.
Only she could hurt her like this.
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smalls-words · 2 years
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Silence Speaks When Words Can’t
Summary: Natasha and Wanda are the best girlfriends in the world.
Pairings: WandaNat x Healer!Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst
Warnings: Some really cute stuff at the start, a little bit of angst in the middle.
Requested: yes/NO
Words: 2,444
A/N: Feeling non-verbal today, so here’s something for you all. 
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The day started as any other day, with you waking up between your girlfriends’ arms. You could tell who was on which side purely by the rhythm of their hearts, with Wanda on your right and Natasha on your left. You could tell Natasha was awake by the feeling of her manicured nails brushing against your scalp, something she did to soothe herself and you.
“Malen’kiy (babe), I know you’re awake.” She cooed, chuckling when you grumbled and curled further into Wanda, who was still asleep.
That didn’t stop the witch from subconsciously holding you closer, or from sighing deeply as she tucked your head under her chin. Natasha chuckled at your soft morning antics before she rose out of the bed for her early morning training session. 
“I’ll be back soon, my loves.” She lightly kissed both of your temples and you smiled softly against Wanda’s chest, feeling your mind start to fall back asleep.
It wasn’t until Natasha returned and turned the shower on that you were awoken again by the sensation of fingertips tickling the skin of your arms, trying to stay asleep for as long as possible.
“Dragă (Darling)… time to get up.” Wanda sang softly, making your heart flutter. 
You grumbled against her neck and she chuckled, trying to peel you off of her but you held on tighter. “Y/N, do you want breakfast or not?” She smirked, but noticed how you didn’t answer her even with a whisper.
“Y/N/N? Are you alright, my darling?”
You nodded, opening your eyes before you pressed your forehead into her arm. Her hand drifted to your temple and soft streams of magic tickled your skin as she scanned your mind. She pulled away and sighed happily, kissing your forehead softly.
“You don’t have to be verbal today, Tasha and I will do all the talking.” 
You beamed into the skin of her arm before you pushed her back into the bed, crawling up to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her hand snaked up your jawline and traced it with her thumb, taking in every detail of your face whilst you did the same to hers. 
“My God, you’re beautiful.” She murmured, watching and feeling your cheeks turn pink.
You tried to hide in the palm of her hand but she held your jaw tightly. “Nuh-uh. My beautiful lady does not get to hide this masterpiece.” She cooed, smiling as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 
You smirked softly between her lips and a knock came at your bathroom door, making you turn to see Natasha in nothing but a towel, leaning against the door frame, with water running down her skin. 
“How’s our newest addition feeling today?” She smirked, watching you turn back to Wanda and tuck your head into her neck.
“Feeling non-verbal.” Wanda answered for you.
Natasha crept up to you after she put some clothes on, knowing that your brain would only work under those conditions. “You don’t wanna talk today, baby cakes?”
You nodded and tried to hide beneath the sheets, but you watched Natasha’s fingers creep over the edge and pull it down to reveal her soft smile. “Come on, let me see my newest girlfriend. She sure is one of the prettiest I’ve seen.” 
You stayed still as she pressed a kiss to your lips before climbing off of you, tickling the bottoms of your feet as she stood. “Come on. I’m hungry and we both know I can’t cook.”
You sighed and put on some more appropriate clothes, involving Natasha’s shorts and Wanda’s shirt that hung a little bit further down your body, before they each took your hands and led you down to the kitchen. You were silent, obviously, but the two of them were not - Wanda hummed a soft melody whilst Natasha kept muttering soft words of encouragement in your ear.
It was not the first time the two of them had experienced you being non-verbal, but the circumstances now are very different than what they used to be. Originally, it was just the two beautiful European women before you caught their eye in a coffee shop. 
You were a Mutant, but not really a superhero type - you could heal people, yet it had a draining effect on you that left you feeling worse than period symptoms. You hated using your power as it often induced headaches, fatigue or vomiting - however, you could sometimes push past it if the need arose. 
You sat down on the bench top, guided by Natasha’s beefy arms pulling you off of the ground, and you blushed when she kissed your nose. This whole affection thing was new to you, especially with the both of them doing it without remorse or feeling the need to hide it.
“Now, dorogaya (darling), would you like pancakes, waffles or eggs?” Wanda asked you, waiting patiently as she stood next to Nat with playfully-pleading eyes.
You held up the number two and she grinned, grabbing the waffle maker from below the stove before she began to mix her special batter recipe. Meanwhile, Natasha leaned against you, her head positioned so that she could see Wanda whilst her fingers danced up and down the side of your thigh, giving you goosebumps.
You closed your eyes and used Natasha’s head as a pillow of sorts whilst Wanda’s cooking made its way into your senses, making your mouth water before three taps against your thigh made your eyes reopen.
“Eat up.” Wanda held a plate of waffles decorated with your favourite toppings and she admired the smile that grew on your lips. 
You took it and pressed a kiss to her lips as a silent thank you before you began to eat it. Wanda watched as you danced in sync with the flavours on your tongue, entertaining Natasha and herself in ways that you wouldn’t have thought could be entertaining.
You finished your breakfast and piled the dish and cutlery into the dishwasher, closing it before you felt beefy arms wrap around your waist. You smirked and watched as Natasha picked you up with little effort and placed you on the couch, handing you the remote.
“Pick what you want, I’m braiding your hair.” She murmured, kissing your cheek softly before she began to section parts. 
You picked your favourite show and smiled as you watched the characters appear, feeling Natasha’s fingers weave through your hair as she pulled and played with them. She had told you once that she would love nothing more than a day that involved her trying every braid she’d ever done on you. You had giggled and told her that it would likely never happen, but here you are with your hair being braided whilst you watched TV.
“I’m cooking lunch early! Do you two want anything in particular?!” Wanda called from the kitchen.
“What would you like, kotenok (kitten)? Maybe something light, or some peanut butter sandwiches, some paprikás potentially?” Natasha offered you and you nodded at the Sokovian’s home dish.
“Paprikás, please!” The Widow yelled, covering your ears but losing her braid.
To her, it was a sacrifice she would make every time. 
She restarted her braid but watched as you popped up at attention, your eyes glowing a soft green shade. You jumped up and sprinted into the kitchen, where you quickly pulled the knife out of Wanda’s hand and threw it lightly on the counter. 
“Y/N/N, I’m okay, sweetheart- ow.” Wanda murmured, seeing a thin line start to bleed along the back of her palm. 
It began to bleed profusely and you tried to take her hand but she pulled it away from you, knowing the side effects of your healing. You stomped your foot and got annoyed as she reached for a first aid kit - you were a living breathing version, why is she settling for some band aid?
You took her hand again and brushed your thumb over the cut, but it was grabbed shortly and her hand was wrenched from yours violently. “Y/N, I said no.”
You could feel the frustration pouring off of her and you lowered your head, walking back to the living room before you leaned on Natasha. She turned to you and made a few small braids by your ear until she saw your frustration and pulled you into your arms.
“Has somebody messed with my girl? Who am I roughing up?” She playfully asked, but you could hear the genuine concern in it.
You shook your head and she sighed, tucking some strands of your hair into place before she noticed how her ministrations were sending you to sleep. She continued doing her favourite thing in the world and smiled when your breathing evened out.
Wanda eventually came through with a huff and sat down on the other side of Natasha, but when she saw you shift and lean away from the Widow, she turned her attention onto the TV.
“Did something happen between my girls that I missed?” Natasha asked, wrapping her arm over Wanda’s shoulder whilst she scratched lightly against the base of your neck.
She could feel the tracking chip Fury had put in you with your permission and hoped every day that she would never have to use it. 
“I got a cut on my hand, probably from slicing it against the lid of a can.” Wanda mumbled, trying not to look at your beautiful sleeping form - she couldn’t help it, you just looked so peaceful.
“And Y/N’s mojo found out and wanted to heal it?” The Widow smirked, knowing how your powers worked.
It was like Peter’s tingle - a small ringing in your ear would whisper the name of the injured person before you would subconsciously move towards them, instantly knowing where their injury was even if they didn’t. 
Wanda nodded. “I took my hand from her twice before she came back here.”
Natasha sighed. “What did you say?”
Wanda pressed her forehead against Natasha’s temple and the recent memory transferred over, making the Widow sigh again. “Love, you have to be more gentle with her when she’s like this.”
“I know, I just… I don’t like seeing her like that. Remember when you came back from a mission and she almost fell into a coma as she tried fixing the whole team?” 
That was a day neither of them wanted to reminisce. 
“Yes, I remember it vividly. One of the worst days of my life.” Natasha murmured, kissing Wanda softly.
“Y/N can’t go that far with a thin cut, my darling.”
“It’s not just thin, it’s deep. It’s like I was so focused on thinking about you two that I didn’t even see it happen.” Wanda replied, looking at the band aid that now covered the back of her hand. 
The two dropped the topic as you began to stir, but you simply shifted in Natasha’s grasp and pulled the pillow to your side closer to you. 
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Lunch passed and you stayed asleep until dinner, concerning your girls until a growing noise came from the hallway. Wanda and Natasha looked at each other and rushed to get to you, but the noise of Thor, Layla and Steven had already woken you up.
“Lady Y/N! So good to see you!” Thor lifted you up and hugged you.
“Let’s put her down before we break any bones.” Steven guided, watching you carefully as Thor placed you back down. 
“So, Lady Y/N, how has your day been?”
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, making your nerves build up as Layla and Steven seemed to analyse you. You watched as Steven’s Mr. Knight suit changed and Marc came to the surface.
“Are you alright, Y/N? Is something bothering you?” He spoke calmly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.
“Whatever it is, we will try to help.” Layla encouraged you, making you smile before you shook your head and stood.
The three of them turned to Wanda and Natasha, who sighed. “Hey guys. Dinner’s ready if you want it.”
Thor and Marc, now Steven, immediately went for the kitchen whilst Layla’s ceremonial suit was replaced with a hoodie and jeans. 
“She’s non-verbal today, isn’t she? Steven sometimes has those since Taweret showed him the truth.” She murmured, watching them both nod.
“I have only one thing to say: Be gentle. She can be fragile sometimes. It’s why Steven and Marc are so close with her.”
They both nodded to the Egyptian beauty before following after you, opening the slightly ajar door to hear sniffles. When they stepped inside and shut the door behind them, you didn’t turn around, simply staying in your cocoon of warmth that you tried to salvage from the morning.
“Malen’kiy? Are you there?” Natasha knelt in front of you and watched your eyes squeeze shut.
“Hey, now. Come on, let me see those mesmerising eyes.”
Her thumb stroked against your cheek, coaxing your eyelids open and you were met with her warm smile. “There she is. Hi, my love.”
You pressed into her thumb softly before you felt another weight behind you - Wanda. You moved slightly away from her and her heart cracked, wrapping an arm around you to keep you still.
“Please, dragă, let me explain.” She cooed next to your ear, her simple tone making you relax slightly.
Your silence to her meant to continue. “I just… I got scared. When you were almost in a coma, fading in and out of consciousness for days, I thought I was going to lose you. I can’t lose anyone else, my darling Y/N. I need you and Tasha, here with me, always. Okay?” 
You nodded and turned over onto your back, feeling words tickle the base of your throat.
“I promise not to go that far again.” You whispered, taking her injured hand and peeling off the band aid with care.
She nodded and your hands glowed softly before she watched her skin stitch back up, a sigh of relief coming from you as you kissed her cheek.
“I love you too.” She snickered softly as Natasha slid in behind you and underneath the covers, making you jump with her cold feet. 
“Ice cubes. I’m dating ice cubes.” You muttered, fed up with having to warm up toes or fingers that had definitely been dipped in liquid nitrogen. 
“Yes, we are your ice cubes.” Wanda teased, watching you yawn as you closed your eyes.
“We love you, Y/N.” 
“Always and forever.” 
Their heartbeats and signature ministrations guided you to a peaceful sleep, away from the noise of your mind and into the peace of your love. 
A/N - Here is part 2!
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st4r1light · 4 months
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- Your camera roll if you were dating natasha romanoff - ⧗ (PART2, part1 on my account!!)
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romanoffswandaa · 5 months
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Dom Nat referring to herself as daddy is all I can think of.
She would be holding you on her lap and has been teasing you for hours. You’re at the point where you’re basically whining, waiting for her to fuck you. Finally she says:
“Open your legs for Daddy, princess. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
“Daddy’s pretty girl is so needy..”
She’s so soft when she’s in a mood like this. Just whispering huskily In your ear as she slowly fucks her fingers into you.
“You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me? Did daddy make you wet like this?”
“Cum all over daddy’s fingers. Be a good girl for me.”
Fuck. I love nat.
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tahliafox · 2 years
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My best girl.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader.
Summary: You and Natasha have a soft moment in Norway after running away from the rest of the world.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY| MINORS DNI. Older!Natasha (age gap not specified but is there and legal), Soft!smut, Oral (R receiving). Minimal use of Y/N. Slight Innocent!reader.
Word count: 1035.
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Your fingers typed aimlessly on the keyboard, a pathetic attempt to find some motivation to study and distract yourself from daydreaming about a certain redhead. A very dreamy redhead. The screen was reflecting off your eyes showing monotonous pages of text that didn’t seem to end, no matter how far you scrolled. 
Rain pattered off the plastic windows of the trailer. It was a stupid idea, really- running away from home with your older, assassin girlfriend whilst in the middle of your online school year and leaving your not-so-loving parents behind. But the way she sunk to her knees and begged for you to come with her, the way she pressed her forehead tightly on your unsteady legs whilst tears flowed down her cheeks like a stream of pure river water made you think that, maybe, it wasn’t so stupid. 
A faint slam of a car door caught your attention. Your stomach lurched at the thought of seeing her again, touching her. It had only been a few hours but you seemed to grow used to the feeling of always having her around, always being safe in her arms. 
“You’re in my bed.” Oh, that deep husky voice that you missed. Your eyes snapped up to meet hers, a slight smirk was painted on her face like a priceless masterpiece. A toothy smile appeared on your face like magic, a thoughtless reaction to seeing her. Natasha couldn’t help but blush slightly, her best girl was always so happy to see her. Always so eager to please. 
“Our bed, Natty. Mine and yours.” You told her in return. She nodded and took her day clothes off, moving to put on a comfortable sweater and sweatpants. It was cold in Norway. You watched the way her back muscles flexed and relaxed as she moved to grab clothes out of the bedroom dresser. A sharp desire to sink your teeth into them grew in your stomach, and a little below. “Missed you.” You mumbled and shifted so you were sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I missed you too, pretty girl.” She towered over you, holding you face in her hands gently, as if you were as fragile as glass. Rose swept across your cheeks. Pretty girl.
Your hands went to her shoulders and gripped down tightly as she bent down to press her soft, blush lips onto yours. Multiple short kisses were placed on your lips, until she sunk to her knees to get down to your level and claimed your bottom lip in between hers. “God, I missed you way too much, angel. Always so pretty and perfect for me.”
You grinned and layed back on the bed, shimming up so your legs weren't hanging off the edge. Pulling Natasha with you, her lips didn’t stop caressing yours.
Natasha started nipping at your neck, leaving faint hickeys all over you. Humming contemptly, she pulled your hand away from her shoulders, gently, by intertwining it with hers and brushing your own knuckles against your face. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, it only got worse as you realised how spaced out you actually are. 
“I love you so much, always so, so perfect for me.” Natasha moved down your body until she came into level with your spread out thighs. They were covered in goosebumps as you suddenly realised you had forgone wearing pants underneath your (Natasha’s) large sweater. She lifted the cotton material away from your thighs and bunched it around your waist, still holding onto your hand. 
Pearly teeth scraped against your thighs and you clenched around the air. The wetness seemed to seep through your white underwear, so you brought your free hand down to play with the little pale pink bow on the top, then pushed them down. Natasha licked up your leg then ducked her head underneath your panties to reach you. 
“So wet and pretty for me. Always so ready. My best girl. Want to tell me this is ok, please?” you nodded but it was not enough. “Words, darling. Tell me this is ok, that you want this.”
“Always want this, Nat. Need you all the time.” You whispered, head empty. This seemed to be good enough for her as she groaned deeply, filled with desire. Her nose pressed against your pubic bone as she panted and gripped your hand tightly, almost as if she were trying to stop herself.
She then quickly bent down and licked a long, bold stripe up your cunt to collect all the arousal that pooled in between your legs. A faint whimper of her name left your lips as you reached a hand down to start playing with her silky hair. God, she was relentless. The moment she tasted you her dam of desire broke. 
“Fuck, princess. You always taste so good.” She did not stop licking and caressing you, it was so ceaseless. Your legs flexed and your hand gripped her hair tighter. The ball in your stomach kept rising, and rising.
“Oh, Natty. Feels so, so good.”
She smiled into your cunt and reached down to grip and squeeze at your pale thigh, then lifted it to wrap it around her head. You curled your toes and flexed your legs even harder, straining your muscles. Everything was so overwhelming.
Your dream girl in between your legs, sucking on your clit and worshipping your body as if you were some sort of deity or human reincarnation of Aphrodite herself. The knot in your stomach, getting tighter, and tighter. Her sweet words seeping into your brain and staining themself in your mind like red wine on a white carpet.
“So close.” You whimpered and ground your hips against her flattened out tongue. “So- So close, Nat.”
She wrapped her mouth around you and hummed, the vibrations making you scream and come undone. “That's it, my girl. Doing so well, coming for me. Only me.”
You managed to take in some stuttered breaths and regained your voice. “Only you.”
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