#natasha romanof x oc

[hanna-of-vengerberg]

Between us. Part 1 (Natasha x OC, Steve x OC)

Summary: F!OC and Natasha are dating, but they want to have someone else.

Pairing: Natasha x OC, Steve x OC

Warnings: femslash, mentions of polyamorous relationships

Y/N - Your Name

A/N: Natasha is my favorite female character in the MCU. I absolutely adore her friendship with Steve, but to be honest I always want them to end as a couple. Steve is a cinnamon roll! So you can't blame me for want them both *wink wink* ;)

As always I’m sorry for my English. Correct me if I do something wrong. 

You've been together with Natasha for over five years.

You've been working for the mafia for about three years and all this time you've managed to stay out of the S.H.I.E.L.D radar. You were declassified near Kiev, the capture operation was led by Natasha. She was the one who interrogated you. You were behaving inappropriately, not knowing what Romanoff is capable of.

“ Miss Romanoff, what are you doing tonight? “ You asked, looking at the spy from under the dropped eyelashes. You liked her, and only a fool would think Natasha wasn't attractive.

“ I'm setting up a date,” the redhead answered briefly, crossing her arms on her chest.

“ Really? “ Falsely surprised you asked. “ And with whom, if not a secret. “

“ Not a secret," Romanoff smiled, "to you and the prison cell. “

You've been behind bars for just under a year when you were offered cooperation. You help track down the rest crew, and for that S.H.I.E.L.D. will review your case. You came to an agreement, and in four months, with your help, you've managed to completely get rid of the mafia. Director Fury reviewed your case, as promised, and offered you a job with the S.H.I.E.L.D. The job turned out to be good for you, and you got into it quickly, feeling needed. A couple of times you worked under Maria Hill, and then you began to increasingly overlap with Agent Colson on assignments. One of those days, you met with Natasha again.

“ Agent Romanoff,” you nodded in a friendly manner. “ I didn't think I'd ever say this, but you're damn hot in that suit. “

Natasha Romanoff didn't respond to your compliments for 1 year, 6 months and 14 days. On day 15, she did agree to go out with you.

In all the time you spent together, you've been through a lot. You threw yourself into the thick of things, picked hot spots to prove to Natasha that you deserve to be with her. In one of these missions, you were seriously hurt and lost almost half of your team. From that moment on you moved to the accounting department and returned to missions after the Avengers initiative. You've become the eyes and ears of the guys, backing them up on all missions through the computer monitor. And now you're watching the quinjet land and the team comes out one by one. You patted on Barton's shoulder and smiled happily when you saw a patch of red hair.

“  Hello,” you whispered in the spy's lips, drawing her to you. “ I missed you. “

Natasha lets you touch her lips easily and hurriedly, so she doesn't have to give away her feelings in front of everyone. She missed you, too, and today you will know how much.

A confused Steve walks past you, trying not to look in your direction. All you did was smile and kiss the spy on your shoulder. You liked watching Rogers react as he stutters and blushes when he sees you. In his day it was considered wrong and now it was difficult for him to get used to the fact that you and Natasha could have a romantic relationship.

“ Hi, Steve “ you got closer to him when Natasha managed to slip away from you.

“ Y/N," Rogers answered you. You were walking shoulder to shoulder towards the elevator.

“ I must have missed you for a long time, or you had time to pump up. “

“ It's just that you haven't been to the gym in a long time,” Steve replied by pressing the elevator button.

“ I prefer a different kind of workout,” you shrugged your shoulders as you leaned against the wall. Rogers looked at you, but didn't say anything. Sometimes you didn't understand how Steve still tolerated you and your character.

“ I don't think I should know, “ Steve sounded a little awkward in his voice.

“ Why not,”  you walked up to him by touching his hand slightly. “ We're just looking for an addition to our duet. “

The elevator doors opened and you jumped out quickly, preventing Rogers from even opening his mouth. When you turned around, you just noticed the way he walked you with his eyes.

When you walked into the room, Natasha sat on your bed and toweled her wet hair. You sat next to her, putting your hand on her knee.

“ I think I found a third,” you started slowly, waiting for Natasha's reaction. She looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “ You and Rogers are friends, aren't you? “

“ He wouldn't agree, “ the redhead replied quickly, throwing the towel aside. She leaned back on the pillows, throwing her hands behind her head. You bit your lip as you watched her act. Romanoff covered her eyes, and you found nothing better to do than sit on top of her. Natasha immediately stroked your hips and you leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

“ Maybe you don't know him very well. “

“ Better than you,” Natasha hummed. “ But I wouldn't mind. “

Natasha was skeptical about your idea, but she let you play a little. All you have to do is talk Rogers into your little adventure. You found him in the living room, where he was sitting in his chair reading a historical novel. He was focused, sometimes rubbing his chin with his fingers. You tried to move around silently and walked past him with your fingers on his shoulder. Steve reacted to your touch and paid attention to you.

“ Y/N, is something wrong? “

“ Does something have to happen for me to decide to talk to you, “ you asked, sitting on the armrest of the chair. Steve was clearly embarrassed by your intimacy.

“ I think Natasha is a more suitable candidate,” Steve returned to the reading without paying any more attention to you.

You just pressed your lips and stood up sharply. Then you put your hands on the back of the chair, briefly reading a couple of lines of the novel.

“ Interesting? “

Steve couldn't stand it, so he closed the book loudly, and threw it over the table. You noticed how tense he got and immediately started massaging his shoulders.

“ You're too focused, Captain Rogers, “ you bent over and whispered in his ear as you continued to massage his shoulders, “ Relax. “

“ What are you up to?” gently asked Steve, putting his hand over yours. You stopped and sat back on the railing.

“ A little adventure. But it's just gonna stay between us. “

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Siren & The Healer (8)

Natasha Romanoff arc

Chapter 8: The Raven Haired Man

Platonic Natasha x fem!Reader, Loki x fem!Reader (soulmates?)

Theme: With cracks between the most powerful superheroes of the earth, Natasha Romanoff does not find rest when she is assigned on a mission to find the missing pieces of a puzzling power that once nearly got into the hands- rather, tentacles- of Hydra. In order to unearth the pieces, she must dig through her own past and make a decision that might decide the fate of the earth in the coming wars.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, friendship, and whatnot

Chapter warnings: alcohol, dreams, shock, love, lots of PDA

A/N: This was written a few years ago with an OC in mind so reader has a name but it is a reader insert.

Word Count: Will I ever be able to find love?

MASTERLIST in bio, love

“Identification.”

“Alianovna. I’m here to see your boss.”

The six and a half feet tall muscled giant looked down at the redhead with emotionless eyes, not making an effort to move even his eyelids.

“The boss isn’t in,” he finally huffed out, eyeing you standing behind the assassin.

“Really, Krugo? Do you want to tell your boss you made her wife walk away from right outside her door?”

Natasha could feel your eyes go wide with a muted gasp barely escaping your lungs. “You are-” you tried to hold the excitement within, balancing your voice- “married. Cool! Very cool! Cool cool cool cool cool cool!”

“Boss’ wife had promised me cookies,” Krugo muttered under his breath.

Natasha smirked and you felt the need to come into full view of the bodyguard with a huge box in your hand. “This must be for you then,” you declared, opening the lid to show huge chocolate chip cookies waiting to be devoured.

Krugo watched the bounty intensely before breaking into a smile. “You never forget.”

“Of course not, Krugo,” Natasha acknowledged with a hug for the cute giant, who went ahead and opened the door for her and you to be let in.

“How do you balance your-” you flailed your hands in the air for the shortage of words for what you were experiencing- “work and personal life?”

Natasha kept walking down the dark corridor till she was at the door marked ‘Restricted entrance’, turning the knob to open it for the both of you. “It’s not that hard when you and your partner are in the same line of business,” she put it mildly before directing you to walk inside the room equipped with monitors, recorders, IR boxes and whatnot. And in the midst of it all stood a woman with her arms across the chest and her demeanour that declared she ran the goddamn place without even saying it.

“Rosa,” the assassin greeted her wife with a tone dipped in the morning dew and spread all over the skin with the utmost tenderness by the lover.

Rosa was an entire world in herself from where you stood. Her soft curls ending from the raven hair into golden brown ends framing her face perfectly. Her lips wore a mocha shade- soft and notoriously sexy at the same time- while everything else was bare. She was dressed in a black blouse over blue jeans being complimented by a black leather jacket and for the second time in one day, you were starting to question your orientation.

“Tasha,” Rosa greeted back- her heavy voice a strong declaration in itself- taking a step towards her wife, bringing her hands to settle on her waist before running up her back as she kissed her. You pretended to find a coffee mug on the table interesting to give the wives some privacy till Natasha made introductions.

“Are we adopting her?” Rosa casually spewed while opening beer bottles for the guests. Natasha burst in giggles while you stood there confused.

“I am an adult,” you stressed, “a full-blown adult, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Beer, adult?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’d prefer something stronger with the kind of day I’ve had.”

Rosa smirked and you could see the same movements that you saw in Natasha when she first had a conversation with you. She was already studying you up and down. “I’m sorry I have to ask because curiosity is killing me. Are you a black widow too?”

Rosa took a sip of her beer while Natasha sat in her wife’s chair and looked at her with her fingers resting on her lips and other hand caressing the beer bottle in her hand- looking like a human struck with love for the very first time.

“I was,” Rosa stated, sitting down on the table, one leg dangling, “but I got out of the system early and made my way through the world till I settled here. For now. Currently, I’m a Detective and a home-made jewellery maker. What about you?”

“I’m supposed to be studying Artificial Intelligence, Data Science and Networks but I’m currently at crossroads with my career decisions and have a couple of nicely suited hitmen chasing me for reason unknown. Your wife says it’s something to do with some ancient weapon that someone might have told me about. But all things ancient- especially the secrets- that I’ve been told about are either violent, racist or incredibly sexist in nature. And none of them mentions any ancient weapons to take out modern Nazis or that creepy guy who keeps calling your wife a...a...what was that word?”

“Rusalka,” Natasha helped, making Rosa’s head whip in her direction with her eyes going wide.

“I thought he was dead!” Natasha shrugged at her wife's reaction.

“Why does he keep calling you a mermaid?” you were genuinely interested in knowing the history there.

“He’s actually calling me a siren when he uses that term,” Natasha mentioned matter-of-factly. Rosa shifted from the table to a chair beside Natasha, taking her arm in her own, letting her fingers entangle slowly to rub away whatever stress she could. “He has always called me that. Ever since we were kids.”

“...because you lured enemies with songs?” You tried to guess.

“Because I was made into a weapon who would lure the enemies with the illusion of becoming what they desired the most. A damsel in distress they could dominate, an invisible records keeper they could blurt out their secrets to, a useless spy they would share their plans with because they had big egos, a lover, a widow, a victim, an object of pleasure, a friend, a keeper. It’s really not that hard to deceive men. I mean, so was every other black widow.”

Your furrowed brows took everything in for those two seconds of silence. “Yeah, the mermaid thing makes sense if every widow was a siren. Mermaids are pretty badass too. On top it a Russian Mermaid? I mean-” you ended the sentence by mimicking an explosion in the head.

Rosa chuckled. “I like her,” she muttered into Natasha’s shoulder before turning to you, “have a drink at the bar. On the house. Tell them my name. And if anyone tries to mess with you tell them they rather mind their business if they don’t want to end up like Damon. They’ll know what it means.”

“Cool!” you exclaimed before going back out into the club, leaving the two lovebirds to finally get some alone time to themselves. Rosa took the opportunity to drag Natasha into the couch with her, wrapping her in her arms and cuddling with her; showering her with kisses till she could feel her wife’s shoulders let go of the stress they had been holding throughout the day.

“Tell me what’s going on, Tasha,” she softly spoke into her ears while Natasha played with Rosa’s hair.

“Whoever Yuri is working with is after Keosha. At first, the theory was that she knows something or has something to do with the weapon Hydra is after. But I’m starting to question that after she saved me from falling debris by just placing her hands under it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Rosa, she was making chunks of rocks float! When I asked her she said this had happened for the first time. She said she was taught this old Japanese art of healing where the force of the universe is used to heal and protect things. She said when she saw me trapped and about to be hit by the falling ceiling the force worked like an adrenaline rush and she blocked it. Well, the force blocked it. That’s what she kept saying. That she’s just a medium and the force was doing all of it.”

“Weird but okay. Go on.”

“So, Nakia went-oh, she’s-”

“I know who she is. Go on.”

Natasha raised her brows at Rosa, turning her face up a little to be caught off guard by the little peck that came on her forehead. “Nakia talked to her sources and confirmed that there is an existence of monks in Japan who practise this form of healing and are said to take on anyone as a student who is willing to learn. And often in the past, they have experienced a short surge of that...thing to protect people during floods or some catastrophic events. In comparison, what happened today was nothing.”

“Okay. So, if she’s a noob in this healing thing, she won’t be of much use as a weapon to Yuri.”

“Right?”

“Maybe her teacher or someone like that is connected to the weapons?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. The last time the weapon was nearly in Hydra’s hand was in India. Keosha grew up in India till her father moved to Japan with her. Then she was between countries and continents for a while. If they had to come all the way for her, it could mean that the weapon wasn’t that country anymore. Or the person connected to it. And Keosha seems to be the only key.”

Natasha loved the rise of Rosa’s chest when she sighed, the former burying herself in that warmth and closing her eyes. “Looks like you have your work cut out for you, shortcake,” Rosa hummed, stroking those fiery strands to put her love at ease. “Hmm,” Natasha replied, breathing in the familiar scent of cocoa coming from Rosa’s chest, “I do. But for now, I’d rather lay here in your arms.”

.

The club was lit in a golden glow off the walls with a dance floor separated from the bar with a decent sitting arrangement right in the middle that faced the stage for occasional performances. You enjoyed tonight’s performance by someone who went by the name Serena with a Long Island in your hand and another on its way. It was relaxing, the serenade of the sweet voice mixed with whatever incense was burning inside this place to make it smell so good. Wonder what Rosa’s looking for in such a place. 

“Hey, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?”

You had jumped at the voice being so close to you before turning around to see a man leaning on the bar, next to you, almost at the edge of invading your personal space.

“I have one, thanks,” you politely declined, going back to enjoy the performance.

“Come on, sweet cheeks,” the man continued, stepping closer this time to raise all the alarms in your body, “let’s take a corner and get to know each other a little.”

Your brows crinkled hard and turned to face him. “I’m sorry, are you hard of hearing? Or is something wrong with your sight?” The man did not know what to say so you continued. “Are you sure you can hear clearly? Because I just said no. And if that doesn’t suffice, do I look like someone who would be ready to bang the first person she sees in the club?”

The man made incoherent noises like a lost ostrich, not sure what to say. “She’s wearing a Hello Kitty t shirt with baggy jeans to a club, man. How could she not be more obvious?!”

“Yes! Thank you!” you acknowledged the other voice next to you, turning to see a middle aged man with a french goatee and shaded glasses nursing a glass of whiskey on the rocks that were raised in your direction.

“Aren’t you too young to be drinking?” the man shot his head back a little with a shade of confusion as he looked at you. You could not help but notice the expensive blue suit he wore to tell you he wasn’t some low life, unlike the other guy who made himself scarce as soon as the embarrassment hit him.

“Aren’t you too old to be wearing glasses inside a club?” you hit back, raising your glass to clink his.

“No, but seriously,” he continued after taking a sip of his whiskey, “you look too young. Hey, Marvin, did you check her ID? Did you come here alone?”

“Oh my G-”

“What! This isn’t a place for kids. Wait, are you safe? Are you in some kind of danger? Look at me. Look at me. Blink twice if you’re being used by some shady peeps for some shady businesses.”

An eye contest later- which this man lost- you finally spoke. “I’m fine. I’m here with a friend. And I am an adult. So, do you mind if I have my drink in peace?”

He raised his hands in peace and went back to his own drink.

A long satisfying sip later, something started bugging you. “Have we met before?”

“Me?” The man asked just to be sure. “You? I'm sure I would've remembered Hello Kitty."

You kept staring at him till your brain hurt. "Ugh! I swear I feel like I've seen you somewhere. But for some reason, you seem much...younger?"

The man feels his head jolt and his eyes nearly pop out. "You mean I was younger when we met? Allegedly."

"No. I mean when we met, you seemed old and...and wrinkled and definitely tired. Like dead tired."

Before he could say anything, he got caught in your eyes searching for something on his shoulder. "What."

"Is your arm okay?" You poked him over his blazer, making him smack yours away.

"Hey! My arm's okay. Don't touch me!"

"Huh...maybe it was someone else then?" You stared at his arm for a while before giving up. "You don't seem like the type to suit up in some weird funky suit anyways."

The man's back went straight as an arrow. "Okay, listen, young lady. One, no one wears and pulls off suits like me. Two, there hasn't been any mofo born who can do it like me. And three, why are we still talking?"

"Oh, I'm sitting here because you're giving off such a dad vibe that no douchebag has come over to offer me a drink. And you're sitting here because you are waiting for someone that clearly hasn't shown up yet," you concluded, popping a peanut in your mouth before taking a good sip of your Tea.

"Phone Call for you, Mr Stark." The bartender drove a metaphorical sword through the whole conversation with a wireless phone in his hand.

"Looks like you a busy man, Mr Stark. See ya later."

"Hey," the man addressed as Stark called out for you when you left your seat at the bar, "you better not be running into trouble, kid."

You guffawed, trying to hold your stomach to not barf any of the liquor you just had. "Thanks for the advice, dad, but it looks like trouble is kinda my thing now."

With that last salutation, you tried to make your way back to wherever you came from- your drunken brain trying to make sense of the passageways that appeared in front of you.

In those very passageways you tried to make sense of dreams- the ones that reluctantly came to you- and some unrelated memories that somehow always found its way to mingle with the present, no matter where you were, what you were doing; there always seemed to be ghosts of the past revolving around you, questioning your existence.

“Stark,” Your tongue repeated that name, time and again, like some forgotten flavour wanting to be revisited by your brain forcefully. Oh...only if you knew. Only if you knew.

I have to go to the loo. Where the fuck is the fucking loo?! It was a nightmare for two minutes before you finally found the door with the engravings shouting out “female” before you ran in and shut the door behind you and let the dams break as soon as the mirror showed you your sweet face.

You knew it was just the drinks but the feelings inside you poured themselves out, trying to find an outlet they could before they were shut down.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the fuck is happening?! I never asked for this?! What the fuck is happening?! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh Fuck! Why am I crying? Why am I CRYING?!!”

As if to answer your prayers behind those closed eyes, you saw a green pair of eyes looking straight at you with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. “You are stronger than you give yourself credit for,” they announced in your direction, forcing you to get up and find your way. And so you did.

Turning the knob you barged into that one room you knew was safe.

“WE HAVE TO FIND MY MASTER, NAT! SHE’S IN JAPAN!”

It was one of those moments when- even though you were proud of yourself, you did not want to live anymore, thanks to the peak of drunkenness you were currently swimming in. The flush of heat in your cheek was proof enough to drive you out when you saw Natasha and Rosa busy in...having the time of their life.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry,” you nearly felt yourself cry before bowing to the host and running outside, never remembering Krugo leading you to the VVIP lounge where the Stark guy let you sleep with your head on his lap while he waited for the news on his friend and gently patted you to sleep while constantly cursing himself and calling his girlfriend to ask what to do in case of a drunken kid sleeping in his lap.

.

Loki woke up with a headache- a low compensation for what he had experienced right before he had been tormented into a coma.

“What happened?”

Though the question was a genuine throwback from his end, it irritated the hell out of the sisters who had tried to mend the biggest crises of their lives seconds ago.

“You hit your head and went into a coma” Nebula narrated with ease and patience fit for a storyteller of the ancient times. “Here, drink this,” she offered him some water.

Loki, reluctant to be deceived by any more mind tricks, observed the water in Nebula’s hands before being convinced it was safe to drink.

“Why are we even helping him?” Loki heard Gamora utter those words before being given a judgmental stare by her sister to quiet down and let her take the lead.

“Are you alright?” the younger one asked the God with genuine concern in those beady eyes as she wiped away the blood from the wound slowly healing in Loki’ head.

Loki did not give a convincing answer before drowning- once again- in the maze of the leftover chaotic flashbacks he was witnessing of some life unknown- something different to his own existence before he regained control of his presence; his true present.

“I’m fine,” he finally blurted out, his hands still grasping onto the metal rod in the ship that was helping him maintain his equilibrium. “Where’s the loo?”

Even though it was satisfying for the entire spaceship for the moment, it wasn’t sufficient for him. He walked with a pretentious walk towards the loo before locking the door behind him as he tried to balance his mind. His fingers was digging into his temple while he was trying to get to the root of whatever he had been witnessing- the incoherent cries, tumbling buildings, fast-paced heartbeats, chaos and whatnot till he was focused on those y/e/c eyes reflecting the cheap lights of some shady dancefloor till they were mixed in them, dancing and mingling with them right till the second a heavy voice rang in your ears. “We have to get you to a safe place.” If it weren’t for the emergency, Loki’s subconscious was sure of having already mingled with the sweet poison that was those eyes and be lost in them.

.

You were sure you had cried. Cried while Natasha and Rosa tried to get you out of the club and to the plane waiting for you by the edge of the city, You were pretty sure Aneka wanted to throw you out of the jet if weren’t for Natasha and Nakia holding her back, asking you to drink water after every thirty minutes.

“Where are we going?” Your teary, subconscious state asked Nakia.

“Japan,” she answered before she was content that you had ample amount of water and that Aneka was at a considerable distance from you as possible. For now.

“Who is that guy with that long, black, sexy hair?” you asked a genuinely confused Natasha.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about sweetie” were the last words you heard before slumber took over everything in this dark world.

[arrowloosed]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY. 

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

tagged by : @mvndrvke​ tagging :  

I know this says ‘ten’ but I’m simply not following. 

CURRENTLY PLAYING: 

* = semi hiatus / will write if requested 

clint barton ( marvel ) 

sophia keener ( marvel, semi-oc ) 

pepper ( good omens ) 

benny hammond ( stranger things ) 

annie smith ( magic tree house ) *

tobias curtis ( scorpion ) *

sylvester curtis ( scorpion ) * 

emily prentiss ( criminal minds ) * 

elle greenaway ( criminal minds ) * 

derek morgan ( criminal minds ) * 

malia waincroft ( hawaii five-0 ) * 

kono kalakaua ( hawaii five-0 ) *

john doggett ( x files ) * 

william scully / jackson van de kamp ( x files ) * 

WANT TO PLAY

dustin henderson ( stranger things ) 

winston bishop ( new girl ) 

i pick up something from every show i watch 

HAVE PLAYED 

sarah pezzini ( witchblade ) 

abby maitland ( primeval ) 

danny quinn ( primeval ) 

connor temple ( primeval ) 

alice cullen ( twilight ) 

esme cullen ( twilight ) 

natasha romanoff ( marvel ) 

haley hotchner ( criminal minds ) 

peter burke ( white collar ) 

finn ( star wars ) 

maximum ride ( maximum ride ) 

iggy ( maximum ride ) 

angel ( maximum ride ) 

nudge ( maximum ride ) 

and other various OCs ( marvel, PJO, other ) 

WOULD / WILL PLAY AGAIN: 

sara pezzini ( witchblade ) 

abby maitland ( primeval ) 

danny quinn ( primeval ) 

alice cullen ( twilight ) 

peter burke ( white collar ) 

finn ( star wars )

[netunotalksshit]

Urgent Call... For plots.

Hey gente como eu sou a maluca fã de de MCU ( Marvel Cinematic Universe ) e ontem eu vi pela primeira vez Venom, eu vim aqui implorar para plots envolvendo os casais que vou citar abaixo. Ou seja não precisa saber das HQ’s para vir jogar. Os em negrito são minha preferencia. De um like que eu vou atrás de você, ou somente me manda um berro no chat ♥

Venom x Eddie OC x Venom Steve Rogers x Tony Stark Tony Stark x OC Natasha Romanof x Bruce Banner Thor x OC T’Challa x Tempestade (Ta esse é das HQ’s, mas é um casalzão da porra.) Loki x OC Quill x Gamora Wolverine x OC Tony Stark x DR. Estranho

[hanna-of-vengerberg]

Between us. Part 2 (Natasha x OC, Steve x OC)

Summary: Fem!OC and Natasha are dating, but they want to have someone else.

Pairing: Natasha x OC, Steve x OC

Warnings: femslash, mentions of polyamorous relationships

Y/N - Your Name

A/N: As always I’m sorry for my English. Correct me if I do something wrong.

GIF NOT MINE. 

 You're lying on the bed, fingering over a strand of hair. You turn your head, looking at Natasha's sleeping face. In her sleep, she looked so peaceful and defenseless.

There's no way you could get the memories of a night three months ago out of your head. The body was immediately covered with goosebumps, and the heat was pouring down the bottom of her abdomen. You still can't believe what happened between you three.

“Captain Rogers,” you sit in the back and barely touch his ear with your lips. “You're too tense.”

You're hugging him from behind and you're scratching his chest with your nails a little. You feel the muscles tense under your touch and you can no longer hold yourself back. You cover his neck with kisses, gently biting the delicate skin.

” You talk too much,” Natasha interrupts you. She sits down on Steve's knees and kisses him on the lips. With one hand Steve hugs Natasha at the waist and the other strokes your leg.

The clock shows three in the morning and you still can't sleep. Scattered memories, you scroll through that event in your head. The jokes about Steve being a ninety year old virgin are just jokes. Turns out Steve Rogers wasn't such a gentleman behind a closed door, and he was never as embarrassed as he was always.

Your body covers a wave of pleasure and you're moaning the more Rogers gets. He hangs from above and you see his angelic blue eyes darkened. You hug his shoulders and put your hands in his wet hair. A new moan comes out of your mouth, but Natasha silences you immediately, drawing you into a long kiss.

Natasha turns in her sleep and you turn all your attention to her. She opens her eyes sleepily.

“ Y/N, what... why aren't you sleeping?”

You smile at sleeping Nat. She's a real, regular person, not a super spy.

“ I had a nightmare,” you lie down closer to her and kiss her easily. She nods and her eyes are immediately closed. You hug her and fall asleep with her.

In the morning, you feel like shit. You're the last one to come for breakfast. Natasha and Tony were the only ones sitting at the table when you joined them. Nat immediately moves a plate of eggs and a big cup of hot coffee towards you. You like the way she takes care of you in this way. Tony looks at you and lazily digs a spoonful of cereal.

“ I look at you and I feel my teeth hurt like I've had enough sugar. “

Nat just rolls her eyes at it, and you show Tony the middle finger, which he laughs at.

You eat breakfast in silence when Steve comes into the kitchen. He sees you with Natasha and reduces the step. Wishing everyone good morning, Rogers walks up to the coffee machine. Nat doesn't pay attention to it, unlike you. You watch his every move and drill a gaze at his back.

“ You're about to burn a hole in his back,” Tony said, pouring sugar into the cup.

Steve hastily drinks his coffee and moves quickly to the exit. You jump out of the way quickly, ringing a fork into a plate.

“ Steve!”

He doesn't turn around and keeps going. You still catch up with him and you grab his elbow.

“ Hey,” you gently touch his hand and tuck the strand. “We need to talk.”

" Y/N, I got a lot to do. I don't have a time to talk with you right now.”

He's pulling you away a little, but you're blocking his way. He sighs deep, and he looks at you in a tortured way.

“ What's wrong with you? “ You touch his cheek, looking into his eyes. “ Steve, talk to me.”

You're looking at him with a plea, not knowing what's going on. You know your temper's not sugar, but after that night you tried to be nice to him. You couldn't understand what you were guilty of.

“ About what? “ his gaze immediately gets darker. “We agreed, Y/N, that what happened between us wouldn't affect our work. Then why are you trying to be there for me all the time?”

“ Because I need you,” you just answer by looking him in the eyes. He rubs his nose and takes a few steps back. You're reflexively coming closer and hugging him, grabbing your hands together in a lock on his back.

“ Y/N, I can't do that,” he tries to suspend you, but you stick your forehead into his chest. “ Natasha, she...”

“ Natasha knows everything, “ without holding back laughter, you answer quickly.

" She knows?” He looks confused and you laugh openly.

“ If you think you can hide anything from Natasha Romanoff, you're a complete idiot.”

Steve laughs and hooks at your waist a little.

“ She knows, and she doesn't mind. I love her, Steve. I love her more than life. And you, I can't do it without you. I need you like the air, I can't breathe without you. It squeezes in my chest every time I see you. It's something else than love. But I know I care about you,” you shut up looking at it and then you add, “ Just like you care about me.”

“ Are you sure about that? “ Steve's laughing.

“ I'm sure of it.”

You're the first to shorten the distance between you and kiss him. Your hands climb under his T-shirt and you immediately touch his embossed body.  His hands squeeze your ass, pulling up the edge of your skirt. You smile through the kiss and pull away to catch your breath. You turn around and squeeze Steve's hand, pointing him behind you.

“ Where are you going?”

“ Stark's place must be full of cameras, and I'm not ready to make a home video,” you wink at Rogers and get him in the guest bedroom, locking the door. “ Where were we? “

Rogers immediately prints you to the wall and kisses your neck. You pull his T-shirt off. You admire his body and bite on his lower lip.

“ Why didn't I have the guts to come near you before? We've lost so much time.”

You look at him and you feel your heart start beating faster. You need him. And Natasha. You need them both and you're not giving them to anyone.