#natasha romanoff x m reader

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Male reader/ character x Natasha Romanoff

I’m a simple man, I imagine Natasha being her normal badass self while also dating the most generic “just some guy” kinda dude and I am happy.

(Note: I wrote this in the middle of the night with no spellcheck or beta-ing so I’m sure there’s lot’s of mistakes n nonsense).

I’m picturing her at a party for Stark Enterprise. It’s massive, packed full of rich people who favor their status among all else. She blends right on in and spends most of the night dealing with small talk and trying to watch out for suspicious activity (you can never be too safe).

Picture her frustration when Tony decides to hound on her with some chatter despite his awareness of her job/ purpose. He makes jokes in typical Tony fashion, pressing buttons and somehow finding a way to keep even the most boring of topics going. But then he pauses, just for a moment however long enough for Natasha to notice.

He picks up her left hand and twists it lightly to look at the silver band on her ring finger. It’s nothing extravagant, in fact it’s a little cheap, but unless she was playing the role of a random married woman she had no reason to be wearing it. Unless…

To Natasha’s dismay Tony does not let this topic go, trying to trick her with loaded questions in hopes of finding out who gave it to her. He already knew she’s not playing a role, this is supposed to be an Avengers filled Stark hosted event, why the hell would she be undercover? He also knows she’s not wearing it to deter unwanted attention from unbearably persistent men because she had never struggled to send them on their way before (either with the cocky impression that she’s just a tough nut to crack or the realization that she had murder in her eyes specifically directed at them).

So again… who gave her the ring? Is she married? Engaged? Just dating and this is an anniversary gift? Tony can’t help but feed his own ego after he gets her to accidentally admit it was from her fiancé. A man Tony, or well none of the Avengers, seemed to know.

Perhaps he was a fellow agent, secretive and well trained in hiding in the shadows and assassinating political opponents. Or maybe he was a merc for hire who was just too busy to stay in one place as he got called for jobs around the world. Or better yet the Avengers DID know him it was just that he and Natasha were able to keep their relationship completely under wraps even during chaotic missions. The way she kept dodging the answer made Tony’s imagination spiral.

However it turned out, a much less exciting answer was the truth. A basic man, a civilian who worked at a mom n pop shop and only met Natasha thanks to a pub crawl had saved up the cash he had to buy her that ring. A man with no special talents or double life. A man who’s only scrapes and cuts came from the claws of his over excitable cat. A man who she had apparently been dating for almost 2 years without anyone knowing. A man who Natasha did not offer up the name of to Tony no matter how hard he tried to coax it out.

Her fiancé, someone she clearly loved too much to involve in her dangerous life.

That thought reluctantly made Tony back off for the night, but he still insisted that he meet this guy or at the very least see a picture of him. Natasha regretted telling Tony but she couldn’t find herself regretting wearing the ring. She deserved at least that amount of autonomy in her life, the pride of a gift.

[morbidlcve]

Saw that your requests are open so how about a drunk reader confessing her heart out for natasha not knowing they're already dating and stuff (or something along those lines) 👀

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 0.9k

CW: alcohol consumption, vomit, use of painkillers.

an: this was SO fun to write, i hope you like it!!

"One more!" you squeal excitedly, reaching for another shot lined up at the bar. It was girls' night out with you and your friends; you insisted Natasha should come, and you told her that the rest of your friends were bringing their other friends and partners, so she was allowed. "1,2,3!" one of your friends said, and you all downed the shot, sighing heavily as it burned its way down your throat. You jump around with the music that's playing in the background, pulling Natasha by the hand to the dance floor.

Time didn't seem like a concept to you as you partied your little heart out with Natasha, clinging onto her, your arms around her neck swaying back and forth, and your mind adjacent to your body. Natasha stuck by your side the whole night, her warmth always in your proximity; you were safe.

Drinks continued being placed in your hands, and soon enough, your world tilted on its axis, your stomach flipping. "Natty!! You whined, pulling her with you to the bathroom. Ever the lady, Natasha held your hair and rubbed your back gently, muttering soft words of comfort to soothe you.

You leaned back against the stall, staring at the recessed lights, your eyes fluttering shut, attempting to calm yourself down. Natasha had brought wipes with her and began to wipe your mouth, pulling out a new one for the running mascara around your eyes, then your face, to cool you down.

Feeling the cool wetness against your face, your eyes coming into contact with the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her soft eyes bore into yours, and her lips are turned into a slight smirk. "You're so pretty", you mutter, cupping her face.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you're far beyond intoxicated. Let's get you home", she replied, slowly pulling you to your feet; she wrapped her arm around your side, putting your arm around her shoulder, propping you up against her.

You and Natasha stumbled out onto the bustling street, trying to call a cab while trying to keep you upright. She finally managed to put you into the taxi; she climbed in next to you, noticing you fumbling with your seatbelt. She gently took it from your hands, clipping it in.

As the cab made its way through the streets of New York, your eyes swipe across the woman's features, admitting her to memory. Your hand works its way into hers, pulling her arm into your lap; you continue to stare at her, the many lights on the outer world illuminating her face and the unnatural beauty she seems to possess.

"Do I have something on my face moya lyubov'?" she smiles, turning to face you. You shake your head, "Do you have a girlfriend?" you slur, "Because you're too pretty not to have one."

She laughs lightly, "I do, and if my girlfriend finds out that other girls are trying to hit me up, I would be rather scared for them." She smiles, looking down at your hands entwined.

"Who is your girlfriend?" You ask, your cheeks flaming slightly, "Is she pretty?" you say, looking up at her from your head resting on your shoulder. She meets your eyes. "She's the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I don't think I could ever be without her", she admits to you, her thumb stroking over your knuckles.

Your eyes begin to flutter, and you end up falling asleep against her.

The cab pulled up around the corner of the tower- Natasha softly woke you up, her thumb stroking your cheeks. "We're here, love, wake up"- not wanting to give the driver Natasha's identity, given that he didn't seem to recognize her, she paid him and then took your hand guiding you out of the vehicle.

Natasha hobbled the rest of the distance with you to the tower, where she scanned her card and walked in with you clung to her. She called the elevator and waited whilst it came to pick the two of you up. Her hand stroked your head as you stood there still groggy from your near thirty minute sleep.

Once you got back to her room, she led you to the bathroom so you could go to the toilet, and whilst you did, she quickly changed into her PJs and met you washing your hands. "Sit down, pretty girl", she told you, pulling out your face wash slightly wetting her hands before rubbing the cleanser on your face, removing your makeup.

You just sat there, letting her clean you, putting your toner, serum, and lotion on, your arms wrapped around the back of her legs. She soon moved to brushing your teeth, standing you back up so you could spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth. She gave you two painkillers and made you drink a glass of water because she knows you're going to be "dying" tomorrow.

"Go get into bed," she said softly, kissing your nose. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, then came to join you. You were slowly falling back to sleep when she slipped in next to you. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?' you whisper, shuffling into her, wrapping your legs into hers. "Yes, you are, my love. Now go to sleep; you're going to need lots of it, " she mutters back, kissing your forehead and slowly drifting off once she hears your soft snores and even breathing.

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(reqs are open for now!!)

[florencebirdsong]

Natasha backing you against a wall. It’s hard not to get distracted by her arms as they cage you in. Her breath is got against your neck when she asks to fuck you right there.

Training just ended and you’re in the middle of the hallway. But her teeth scrape that sensitive spot on your neck and you’re giving in, just like she knew you would.

Natasha has three fingers buried inside you when Wanda stumbles upon you both. She stares with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. It doesn’t even occur to her to interrupt, or leave. She’s too mesmerised by the muscles in Natasha’s back moving as she slams into you. She’s just as mesmerised by the sounds you make. She never wants you to stop.

A hand sneaks under the waistband of her workout shorts.

[skylarinfinity]

[natasha introduce six months old m/n to clint and steve]

clint: [take baby m/n from natasha and giving raspberry kisses on baby m/n tummy] so this is why you been missing for two years?

natasha: [chuckle awkwardly] sure...

steve: [pinching baby m/n cheek] who's the fath-

clint: no, where do you adopt him?

[natasha stay silent]

steve: [concerned] nat, where do you get this baby?

natasha: [mumble] somewhere in russia...

clint: oh god! you kidnapped this child!!!

natasha: [take baby m/n from clint and hold him closer] oh come on! he doesn't even miss his mum!

steve: [sighed] of course he doesn't because he still a baby and nothing in those tiny brain!

[baby m/n grumble and spit on steve]

natasha: [smile at baby m/n] good job baby!

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[mr-m-murdock]

REQ!! jealous nat x flirtatious r ?? reader that makes nat jealous on purpose.

fuck around and find out

warnings: idk. possessiveness?

a/n: jealousy? god tier. thank you anon (free beefy!nat crumbs for ya too)

The drink that the bartender sets down in front of you is pink and yellow, and there's a pink straw and a tiny cocktail umbrella lolling against the edge of the glass.

"Uh..." you say. "Don't think I ordered that, thanks."

"It's from the lady at the end, blue dress," he replies. He shrugs. "I can tell her to back off if you want." He can probably see Nat glaring at you from across the room. Or maybe he saw her making out with you on one of the couches less than ten minutes ago.

You shake your head. "Nah, thanks." You lift the glass in the direction of the woman at the other end of the bar, and she watches you take a sip with a smile on her face. So it's gonna be one of those kind of nights. You've already made up your mind, anyway - Natasha's been irritating you all evening. Taste of her own goddamn medicine.

You take a sip as the woman sits down beside you. It tastes strongly of pineapple. “Fruity,” you say, and you look her up and down. Her dress is stunning.

She laughs. "I've got an intuition for that kind of thing," she replies, and she shifts closer to you.

"You come here with anyone?" you ask. You don't usually play it deliberately obtuse, and she gives you an odd look.

"No," she says. "All alone." She's tall, all legs, and she's looking at you like she wants to take you home. You consider, if this were happening four months ago, would you let her? She's your type: confident in her dominance and ready for anything the second she set eyes on you.

Maybe.

She's still looking at you, not perturbed by your silence, and loose hair has fallen from behind her ear. You take another sip of your gifted drink.

You can see reflections shift in the mirrored bar top - time's almost up.

"So where are you from?" you ask, leaning forward, forearm on the smooth bar top. The woman grins at you.

"Chicago," she says. A shadow rears in the reflective counter.

"Oh really? Is it cold there?" You might as well be batting your eyelashes at her, but you can see the exact second the woman realises who's stepped up behind you.

Natasha's hand lands on your shoulder firmly.

You tilt your head back a little and look up at her: you can see the gold of her necklace glinting against her collarbone and a curl of red hair, but the rest of her face is lost in the bright overhead lights. Her shoulders are tight. "Hey, babe," you say. You lay your hand on top of hers and squeeze.

"Hi," she says. Her voice is masterfully clear and casual. "Who's this?" You can hear her eyebrows raise.

"I'm making friends," you reply, cheerful as what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it can be. The woman, in the corner of your eye, looks like she's about to on-god pass out.

"The taxi's just pulled up," Natasha says. You look up at her and she looks down at you: undecipherable. She's so good at it. You have such an urge to make her crack.

You frown. "It's barely past midnight, I haven't even-"

"I'm tired." She cuts you off - not sharp, but firm. She's situating herself in control, where she always is. Up in her seat with your head on her knee.

The woman turns away awkwardly. Natasha thumbs at your cheek, and it would be a sweet touch if you couldn't feel the edge of her nail dragging against your skin. Oh, she's so bored of you getting on her nerves. You want to push her further.

You shrug and detach yourself from her grip, turning to the bar and taking a careless sip of your drink. "I'll join you at home."

She laughs, out loud: and she must not mean to, because it's quiet and restrained. But she takes it in her stride. "Don't be an idiot, you have to be up tomorrow morning." She tugs at your hair affectionately.

"I'm a big girl," you say, feigning annoyance, and you pull your hair out of her reach and take another sip of your drink. It's intensely sweet.

When you look up at her again, straw still halfway into your mouth, she's searching your face. It's possible that she can't tell whether you're being deliberately obtuse and annoying, or whether you're more drunk than you seem and are actually insisting on staying. She must come to a conclusion: her expression closes off.

"I'm going home, then," she says. A test. How exciting.

"Okay." You pluck the paper umbrella from your drink and reach up to tuck it behind her ear. Then you give her a smile and you pull the straw into your mouth and suck.

She gives you a murderous look that slides quickly off her face.

Then she turns away and walks out.

You give it ten seconds before you can't do it any longer, unable to stop from grinning to yourself, and then you slide off your seat and make after her, leaving your drink at the bar.

She's already in the elevator; fuck, but she's fast in heels.

"Nat!" you say, quickening your pace. For a second, as she turns in the elevator to look at you, you think she's not going to hold the doors. But she does, waving a lazy, reluctant hand between them, and they bounce back open. You stagger in, a little windswept, and she crosses her arms at you.

You wait until the doors slide closed again.

"Sorry," you say, not sorry at all. "I was joking." You're not even trying to hide your smile now. "Are you really going home?"

"You're really fucking annoying," she says, through gritted teeth. All pretenses dropped. "I was having a nice time, for once."

"You didn't have to storm out," you say. Your smile is splitting your face now. She's so jealous. You step up to her and link your arms around her waist. In her heels, she's taller than you, and you can feel the muscles in her back when you twist your fingers into her dress. She looks down at you blankly. "Did you get a bit possessive?" you tease.

Natasha doesn't answer for a while. She just stares at you, mouth working ever so slightly. Then she steps forward, so forcefully you have to move back, and she backs you up against the wall of the elevator without even putting a hand on you. You feel the whine of machinery against the back of your skull. She presses her forehead down against yours and sets her palms against the wall either side of your head.

"You're very brave," she says, "to be playing games with me." Her teeth flash. You grin up at her, holding her close, relishing in the excitement her voice elicits in your belly.

"You're such a big bad wolf, huh?" you say. You run your fingers down her back and feel her shudder in response, her eyes momentarily closing. "So big and bad you won't even let your girlfriend talk to other women?"

"I'm not stopping you from doing whatever you want," Natasha says. She kisses your cheek, the promise of something worse beyond her lips. "I'm just reminding you that there are consequences." Those last words are spoken directly into your cheekbone.

"Big bad wolf," you say again, a whisper this time. "Woof, woof."

Natasha's lips move from your cheek to your neck, kissing you over the chain of your necklace. She takes it in her teeth and moves it aside. She presses another kiss, open-mouthed, over your pulse, then laughs when she feels the quick-set beat beneath your skin. You can't help it. She drives you crazy. "Oh, baby," she murmurs. "Do you get such a kick out of embarrassing me?"

"Yes," you breathe. The chrome of the elevator is hazy now. "You're so pretty when you're angry."

She doesn't answer you. Then you feel her teeth on your skin. More, more, until it's painful. She's right up against you, and one hand drops to creep up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

You take in a huge breath of air, but the vertigo of the elevator and the feel of her mouth at your neck is dizzying. "Oh, fuck," you whine. "Nat, we shouldn't do this here." You make a reluctant attempt at pushing her away and she growls into your neck. The other hand pushes at your breastbone, pressing you hard to the wall.

The bell goes for the first floor and she pulls away, leaving you panting against the wall. She inspects the side of your neck, ignoring the pitiful look you're giving her. The side of her mouth lifts up.

The realisation hits you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, as the elevator doors slide open.

Your head whips round. Tony Stark, with four other Avengers at his shoulders, stares at the two of you. "Oh," he says. He takes in your face, where you know a bright flush has spread, and the crumpled fabric of your dress, and the hickey Nat just gave you, and he starts to grin. "Romanoff, you dog," he says.

Words fail you. You're not sure they would have made anything better, with the way five superheroes are gaping at you. Bruce Banner is almost as red as you.

Nat takes your hand and tugs you forward. "Excuse me," she says, and she drags you right through the little crowd, purposefully shunting Stark aside, and into the bright foyer.

You follow, your burning face to the floor, and you wait until you're sat in the safe, dark confines of Natasha's passenger seat to turn and glare at her. You're still blushing, and that probably detracts from how angry you're trying to look.

"You look cute in that dress," she says, conversationally. The streetlights flicker over the smirk that's growing on her lips.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, your voice hysterically high. "You asshole!"

"I don't think I know what you mean," Natasha replies, making a smooth right turn.

"Don't know what I mean my ass," you growl. "You marked me up and then paraded me past all your friends!" She grins at the windscreen and you groan and sink your face into your hands. "Oh, god, that was mortifying." Bruce Banner's face swims in your mind's eye.

You feel her hand, warm, land on your thigh.

"You are so making it up to me," you grumble.

Nat's laughing at you, quiet, just a triumphant little snicker. She fingers the hem of your dress, then pulls her hand away to flick on her indicator. "I'm not making anything up to you," she says. You glare at her through your fingers, and she's grinning at you. "You started it, sweetheart. This is how it ends." And with deft hands, she makes another turn. True to her word, she doesn't make it up to you. In the end, you make it up to her: and you're not sure how that exchange happened.

But really, it was your fault. You should have picked a less sadistic girlfriend.

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hi guys, this is my daddy/mommy (pg name: wife 💍). she’s knocking me up tonight; wanted to make this tumblr official. 😛🤰🏻

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes: Rekindling the fire

Natasha joining Y/N outside of the bar they went to

Natasha: That was so hot, Y/N.

Y/N: *dusting off after a fight* I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Y/N who looks drunk and drained

Natasha: *admiring him* I'm so in love with you.

[foreverrandomwritings]

HAPPY PRIDE M 🌈

I am humbly requesting the gayest headcannon you can come up with about natasha realizing the new girl at the avengers compound isn’t shy around her bc she’s an assassin but bc she’s got a huge crush on her

thank you I adore you mwah ♥️

Summary: Natasha is super fucking oblivious when it comes to the new girl at the compound having a massive crush on her.

Pairing: Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff x New Girl!Reader

Warnings: mild angst kinda, guns, murder, knife, swearing, uhm that's it?

Word count: 740

Masterlist M's PMC Masterlist

~Firstly I am super fucking excited to write this. 

~Secondly I adore you as well Darling <3.

~Alrighty let's get going.

~The new girl is the girl behind the computer for the avengers.

~She’s the one back at the compound doing all the logistics, diagnostics and evacuations. 

~Basically coordinates everything for them. 

~She works for all of the avengers when they go on missions. 

~Solo or group ones.

~She gets along well with all of them and has become really fast friends with Thor when he comes to midgard. 

~Also super close to Sam because they have the same sense of humor.

~But for some reason every time she's around Natasha she clams up and blubbers about. 

~She has tripped over chairs, walked into walls and almost sliced a finger off while making something because she had suddenly noticed Natasha hanging around. 

~Sometimes she will completely stop talking mid sentence and get up and go to her room whenever Natasha enters the room.

~Natasha came to the hasty conclusion that the new girl was terrified of her. 

~Which made sense, she did have the most blood on her hands.

~For some reason though it upset her.

~She didn’t normally care what other people thought of her but the new girl was different. 

~She had become completely infatuated by her since the first time she saw her. 

~So as the weeks turned into months she figured she would avoid her to save her from the fear.

~Little did she know how much this upset the new girl.

~She figured Natasha had enough of her clumsy awkardness.

~The new girl confided in Sam about her worries.

~He boldly decided to confront the red headed assassin. 

~Because “ain’t no way someone was gonna hurt his new found bestie for the restie.”

~He cornered the woman at the firing range.

~Which yes was kinda stupid on his part but he’s kind of a dumbass.

~She gave him a confused look as he sauntered up to her with a scowl on his face.

~ “What the fuck is your problem with NG?” He asked her, pointing a finger at her.

~ “I’m not the one with a problem, she's the one scared of me.” Natasha told him as she smacked his hand away.

~The look on Sam’s face had her pausing in her cleaning of the gun in her hand. 

~ “What is that look for?” she asked him hesitantly. 

~He bent over laughing at her question.

~She rolled her eyes and went to move past him, deciding to leave the gun for another time.

~But Sam stopped with a hand on her arm.

~ “For a trained assassin that is supposed to be so skilled at observing people you sure are terrible. She is head over heels for you Nat.” he told her as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

~She stared at him for a long moment before everything started clicking into place.

~The pride flag pin on NG’s backpack.

~The girls love girls shirt she had seen the new girl in on many early mornings in the kitchen.  

~The constant girl in red coming from her room as she screamed the lyrics dancing around with a hairbrush in hand.

~She thought back to all the times a blush had bloomed across the girl's face when Nat tried to talk to her.

~The way she squirmed in her seat as Nat came back from training with Steve and had been covered head to toe in sweat. 

~The new girl did have a crush on her.

~Nat didn’t know how she’d been so stupid and oblivious to the fact. 

~It had been right in front of her face for months now. 

~ “She’s in her office.” Sam told her as he saw everything click into place in the redhead's eyes. 

~She nodded her head swiftly and was heading towards the girl’s office. 

~The new girl jumped as Nat shoved her office door open.

~ “Uh… Can I help you with anything Agent Romanoff?” she asked her nervously. 

~Nat then proceeded to jump forward and land a kiss onto her lips. 

~New girl sank into the kiss and when they pulled away she stared open mouthed at the woman standing in front of her.

~ “Let’s go on a date tonight.” Natasha nicely ordered her.

~ “Yeah…. That-Uh. That sounds good.” New girl said and then Natasha was leaving the room with a shit eating grin on her face.

A/N: I love writing gay shit. I also still have 4 days of headcanons left so if anyone wants to request anything feel free to send something in. My character list is in my pinned post on my blog.

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[therealdisneyfan2319]

Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 4: Butterflies

Synopsis: Wanda and Y/N share a tender moment together minutes before their wedding

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Y/N, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die

Word Count: 2.0K

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A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters in this series.  So much fluff, so much emotion.  Hope y’all enjoy!

Y/N was anxiously pacing back and forth in the backyard.  He was supposed to meet Wanda by this huge old oak tree, the same one where Clint would set up his archery targets.  He’d barely been there five minutes but it felt like an eternity.  The anticipation of seeing Wanda in her wedding dress was killing him.

“Yo Hemingway!  Keep walking like that and you’re gonna wear a hole in the ground!”

Y/N whipped around.  It was Pietro.  He was standing by the back porch, hand cupped around his mouth to help amplify his teasing.  He knew that Hemingway was Wanda’s nickname for Y/N and of course he teased him relentlessly for it.  Seeing Pietro break out into his signature mischievous grin, he rolled his eyes in return.

“And when it’s done, Wanda and I are gonna bury you in it!” he yelled back.

“That’s a good one!” Pietro chuckled as he shouted back.  “But you’re kidding, right?” He shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and began to stroll towards Y/N.  Y/N raised an eyebrow knowingly.  “Right?”

Y/N shrugged.  “Try me and we’ll find out,” he grinned.  The banter between the two was always playful, never malicious.  He wasn’t just Wanda’s brother.  He was one of Y/N’s closest friends as well.  Y/N had helped Pietro out of many sticky situations on missions.  Nearly getting blown up created a bond of shared trauma (and laughs).  But the two really bonded over one thing in particular: video games.  Many nights and quinjet flights were spent playing Mario Kart or Smash Bros.  While Wanda had hoped Y/N and Pietro would at least get along, she’d never anticipated they’d be so close.

Pietro shook his head.  “How ya feeling?” he asked.  

“Ehh?” He looked down and kicked a rock across the hard ground.

“You’re less than an hour away from getting married and all you can say is ‘ehh’?!”

“I just wanna see her, man.  I’m so nervous.” Y/N pulled at his shirt collar.  It suddenly felt too tight around his neck and his bowtie wasn’t helping.

“She looks great, don’t worry about that!” Pietro lovingly punched him on the shoulder.

“I’m not worried about that.  I dunno, I guess it’s the anticipation about all this,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to everything around him.

“Well I’ve never been married so I can’t give you any advice there,” laughed Pietro.  “But if it makes you feel any better Wanda’s already cried today.  She’s nervous, too.”

Y/N smiled.  It made him feel better knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling butterflies.  They had talked about their feelings in the days leading up to the wedding, but talking about your wedding day and living it were two very different experiences.

“I’m excited for you guys.  I mean I can’t think of a better guy to marry my sister.”

“Thanks, Piet.”

“And now I get to pester you about when I’m gonna be an uncle!”

“Let’s, umm, yeah…let’s not rush things,” Y/N weakly choked out.  He and Wanda just wanted to get through today and here Pietro was pestering them about babies.

Suddenly a voice interrupted the quasi-awkward silence that enveloped the air around the two men.

“Hate to break up the gossip session fellas, but I’ve got a bride-to-be who is anxious to see her future husband,” called Natasha, working her way towards the duo.

Pietro jumped into action.  He threw himself behind Y/N and wrapped his hands around his head.  “I’ve got him, Nat!  He won’t look too soon!”

Natasha roared with laughter as Y/N tried to wriggle himself free of Pietro’s grasp.  “It’s okay, she’s still inside.  You can let him go.” He slackened his grip as Y/N pushed himself off the speedster, who had raced his way over to Nat.

“How’s she doing?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

“She’s good,” she whispered back.  The duo was watching Y/N readjust his suit after Pietro’s assault.  “How’s he doing?”

“He’s nervous, but good.”

“Good, good…alright, let’s go inside and grab Wanda.  We’ll send her out and we’ll stay inside and give them some privacy.”

“Do we have to?” Pietro whined.  Nat smacked the back of his head.  “Right.  Got it.”

“Okay Y/N turn around and face the tree!” Nat yelled as Pietro rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.  “We’ll go get Wanda and send her out!” Y/n shot her a thumbs up behind his back as he turned towards the tree.

He stared at the tree intently, studying it’s every feature.  He could feel his heart racing, his palms grew sweaty, and it felt like he was trying to swallow a handful of cotton balls.  Yet through the nerves he felt a flutter of excitement.  He’d been waiting for this moment all day.  He didn’t know anything about the dress or how she was doing her hair and makeup.  Anything she did would be wonderful.  She was just beautiful.  Period.  Wanda Maximoff was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he was the lucky one who would get to spend the rest of his life with her.  He smiled as he thought of his favorite moments with her: the day they met, their first date, that one mission where they ended up hijacking a fishing boat and docking it in the river by the compound, the endless Great British Baking Show marathons, early mornings snuggled together in bed, the first time she said ‘I love you’, the moment he realized he was going to marry her, their first kiss, the amazing day they spent together before he surprised her by proposing, the time they-

Hi honey, Wanda spoke to him in his mind.  Why don’t you turn around now?

Y/N froze.  “How long were you in my mind?” he asked, failing miserably at hiding the grin that was spreading across his face.

Long enough, she responded.  She, too, was failing to keep a smile from forming on her lips.  Y/N exhaled, rubbing his hands on the sides of his pants.  Are you ready? He nodded. Me too.  The tension in the air was palpable.  He slowly turned and laid eyes on his bride for the first time.

Y/N felt the air leave his lungs as he saw Wanda for the first time.  She was a vision in white.  Her white gown was stunning.  It had long sleeves that provided the slightest bit of warmth against the cool fall air.  The body of the dress was fitted to her figure with a long billowing skirt and train.  Her hair was done up and she was wearing a flower crown that Yelena and Kate had made for her.  He couldn’t see her shoes but he knew that May Parker and Pepper had taken her out shoe shopping as her bridal shower present.  She wore the necklace he’d given her for their first anniversary, the one with the entwined hearts, around her neck.  And the late afternoon sun caught the emerald of her engagement ring just right, casting a green reflection onto the tree as she fidgeted with her hands.  She, too, was fighting the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach.

“Oh wow,” he managed to whisper after he felt himself come down from the initial high of seeing his ethereal bride-to-be.  “Wands, you look incredible.” He couldn’t help but look her up and down, drinking in every ounce of her beauty.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either,” she grinned.  It was true.  Y/N looked extremely dashing in his three-piece charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, and deep maroon bow tie.  His hair was freshly cropped and he’d trimmed his beard down to a notch above stubble the way Wanda liked it.

As he looked at her, Y/N felt his throat constrict and his face grow hot.  He looked down at the ground and covered his eyes with his hand as he began to cry.  Wanda was the only person in the world he could be truly vulnerable around.  Yet at this moment he didn’t want her to see him cry.  It didn’t matter that they were tears of joy or that they were the only two people in the universe at that moment.  Wanda had held his hand every step of the way through getting him to open up, but there were moments he still struggled.  This was one of them.

As he cried, his sobs muffled by his hands, he felt a pair of arms envelope him and tenderly pull him close.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.  You’re okay, Hemingway,” Wanda soothed.  She ran her hand up and down his back as he continued to cry into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated between sobs.

“What are you sorry for?” Wanda asked.  She had moved her hand up from his back to his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know,” he sniffled.  He pulled his head up from Wanda’s shoulder.  “God you’re beautiful.”

Wanda laughed as she wiped the tears from his face.  “So these are happy tears then I take it?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Yeah,” he mumbled sheepishly.  He moved his hands, which were pressed up to his chest, down to Wanda’s waist.  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

“Hi,” she whispered

“Hi,” he whispered back as he rested his forehead against hers.

“We’re getting married today.”

“Mmhmm.”

“In less than an hour.”

“Mmhmm”

“Are you excited?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Me too.”

“You look beautiful in that dress.”

“So you’ve said.”

“But I think you’ll look even more beautiful when I peel you out of it later.” A devilish grin grew on his face as he looked down at Wanda.

Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson.  “Behave,” she scolded, kissing the tip of his nose.

“For now, darling,” he responded.  “But I can’t make any guarantees for tonight.” As he spoke his hands slunk down from her waist to her hips.  Wanda giggled at his touch.  She gazed into his eyes with all the care and admiration in the world for her beloved.

“Kiss me,” she coaxed.

Y/N felt her arms pull him closer to her.  He leaned in, closing his eyes as he kissed her softly.  He kissed her with all the love and affection in the world.  As they broke away he noticed tears had started to run down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not start this again,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” choked Wanda.  She reached into her pocket to retrieve the tissue Nat had given her.

“Wait, it has POCKETS?!” Y/N exclaimed at this latest discovery.

“Duh!” She carefully dabbed at her face.  

“That’s so cool,” Y/N’s face lit up as he took note of the pockets on either side of Wanda’s dress.

She smiled.  “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…you?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled down at her.  It was almost impossible to think that in less than an hour Tony would pronounce them husband and wife.  He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’ve got butterflies in my stomach,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he confessed.  They both giggled, staring at each other for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and no time at all.

“Earth to lovebirds!” Tony yelled from the back porch.  “We gonna get this show on the road or what?”

Y/N groaned.  “Remind me again why he’s officiating our wedding…”

“Because it was either him or Thor,” Wanda reminded him.

“Right.  Yeah.  Good call.”

“Well, I guess I should go,” sighed Wanda.  “See you at the other end of the aisle!”

As she walked back towards the house, Y/N noticed her flick her wrist.  Suddenly something caught the corner of his eye.  Turning his head he saw that Wanda had conjured a flight of monarch butterflies around him.  He chuckled to himself as a butterfly landed on his outstretched hand.

“I’ll be waiting.”

[cthulhu-calling]

Illusions of Love I

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

Summary : You’re interning for the brilliant Natasha Romanoff, world renowned Egyptologist and art historian and the woman you’ve had a crush on for the longest time. The only problem is, she’s married. And what’s even worse? Her husband is the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

Warnings : fluff, smut, angst, threesomes, LDR, inaccurate information about Egypt (sorry)

Author's Note : This is a NatxBuckyxf!Reader story. Whatever I've written about Egypt and ancient Egypt is made up and I cannot vouch for it's validity. Please feel free to correct me if I am wrong. I've tried to be as respectful as possible and I apologize if the content offends anyone.

I always imagine reader as a woc but try not to use many descriptive words so my fics can be read by anyone. This work is not beta'd and any and all mistakes are my own. Comments and feedback is always appreciated.

Word Count : 1603

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Sweat was running in rivulets down your spine, the sweltering heat of the sun beating down on you as you ran towards Dr. Romanoff’s tent, a pack of archeological brushes in one of your hands and the other shielding your face from the harsh sun.

You had been interning for her for almost six months now. For the past two months of your internship, you had been helping Dr. Romanoff out here in Egypt, just west of Alexandria. They believed they were a step closer to locating the elusive tomb of the enigma that was Cleopatra and her lover, Antony.

Seeing that Dr. Romanoff was one amongst the most brilliant minds of the century and largely considered the greatest Egyptologist since Carter himself, it was no surprise she had been involved in the aforementioned archeological dig.

You’d been in Alexandria for almost two months now and Dr. Romanoff’s husband, Mr. Barnes was coming to visit having planned to stay for a week. That’s why you were in such a rush today to finish as much work as possible so she could go to receive him at the airport. She had invited you out to dinner with them but honestly, you knew she was just being polite. They were meeting after months and they probably wanted their time alone. Plus, you didn’t need more of a reminder of just how single you were.

Opening the flap of her tent, you rush in and hand her the brushes as she asks for particular ones.

While she continues to brush and clean an artefact found in a smaller tomb, you observe her. Brows furrowed in concentration, lower lip gently tucked between her teeth and hand movements precise. Her wavy hair held back by an embellished claw clip in a tight low bun at the nape of her neck, a few errant strands framing her face gracefully.

Droplets of sweat line her brow and flow down the side of her throat but she pays them no mind, soldiering on with her work.

“You don’t have to continue standing there Y/n, take a little nap if you so wish.”

Ah, busted.

“Uh- I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone,” you apologise and walk out into the blazing sun. You couldn’t wait for the cold embrace of the night, a much needed reprieve from this sultry heat.

Walking to the little basin in the shade, you splash some of the water on your face, pretty much exhausting whatever is left. Shrugging off your loose fitting cotton shirt, you cover your head and face with it, your stupid little hat had blown away earlier in the day.

The drying water gradually cools your face as you sit in the shade, against the side of the tent. The bandana around your neck was completely drenched with sweat but provided a cooling effect so you opted not to remove it, no matter how much it stank of sand and perspiration.

Before you realise it, you’re dozing off, mouth agape and head thrown back. Attractive. You don’t even hear Natasha call for you. A little frustrated and also a little worried, she walks out, looking for you. She hopes you’re not passed out from dehydration or a scorpion sting.

She finds you dozing off without a care in the world. The sight brings a smile to her face as she moves closer to you bending down and tugging at the helix of your ear which causes you to jolt awake.

“I wasn’t sleeping!”

“No need to make excuses dear, I quite understand. Anyway, I need to ask a favour of you. Dr. Nasser will be heading down here in a while,” you nod your head in understanding,“and I won’t be able to go pick Bucky up. Could you please meet him at the airport instead?” She pleads and you shrug your shoulders in assent.

A smile is quick to take over her face and she pats your head affectionately.

“Off you go.”

Rolling your eyes, you wave bye and walk off without a word. She usually did most of the talking, naturally. She was the professor after all, not you. As you stalked off to change into clothes that didn’t reek of sweat and to put on some deodorant, you wonder what Mr. Barnes is like. You hope he’s nice and not a sad old git.

You change out of your stinky tank top in favour of a baby blue linen shirt, opting to stay in the same cargo pants. You’d have to get a new hat as well. You really should have packed better but for now, the baseball cap you’d borrowed from your brother (he’d argue that you stole it) would have to suffice.

Mr. Stark, the man funding the dig, had hired a car for Natasha specifically, her being the chief Egyptologist. Of course, you used the car just as much as her and had developed a rapport with the driver, Mr. Hassan. He was a loud man in his late 50’s, short and balding with an infectious laugh, his English polished to perfection with the amount of tourists he interacted with on a daily basis. What surprised you to quite an extent though, was the degree of fluency in French. The talkative man could make friends with anyone by virtue of which, he had the best stories. As you drove to the airport, he was telling you the funniest story about a German tourist who had somehow found himself having unwittingly purchased a herd of camels.

Mr. Hassan drops you off at arrivals as he goes off to park his car. You wait with a sign in hand. You’d hastily made one with a random piece of paper and a ballpoint, scribbling his name and phone number onto it. You hoped it was legible but if it wasn’t, there wasn’t much you could do. You tried to make the letters more pronounced by over writing on them but it just made an even bigger mess. You’re just surprised the paper hadn’t torn yet. After about half an hour of waiting, you watch a man walking in your direction, squinting at the sign in your hands. You were taken aback, no doubt. The tall, dark haired man was in his late thirties or early forties, his physique more suited to that of a model rather than an investment banker. His white shirt is well fitted and you can see the well defined muscles of his arms when he fixes his laptop bag on his shoulder.

“Mr. Barnes?” you question as he approaches you.

“In the flesh. You’re Miss Y/l/n, I presume?” he asks, holding out his hand which you shake. It’s a firm grip, something you hadn’t really appreciated about someone before.

“Yes, but please call me Y/n,” you say awkwardly.

“Great, then I must insist on you calling me James,” he says with a blinding smile thrown your way. You agree sheepishly, still struck by how attractive the man is.

“I’ll just give a call to Mr. Hassan, the dig site is pretty far from here,” you pull your phone out, calling Mr. Hassan. You make idle chit chat while you wait and you find out that it’s actually their anniversary this weekend, which is the reason why James is visiting. They’ve been married five years.

“What about you?” he asks and you know it’s a natural progression as questions go but how do you tell a man that it’s his wife you’re crushing so hard on? Luckily, Mr. Hassan pulls up at just the right moment, providing you with the distraction you need. He places James’ suitcase in the back as the two of you get in. There’s no room for any other ‘incriminating’ questions as Mr. Hassan manages to engage Mr. Barnes in a discussion about something that you simply cannot be arsed to recall. With the temperature cooling down, you doze off for a little while, only waking up just as you reach the site. Dr. Romanoff is waiting for you, well, for James.

As you grab his suitcase from the trunk, you avoid looking at the embracing couple. Once they pull away, with James’ arm still around her waist, you ask if you should leave the suitcase in Dr. Natasha’s tent.

“Absolutely not, I can do it myself. As long as you point the tent out to me,” he says, taking the suitcase from you.

“Yes, that should give you time to get ready. Dr. Nasser has invited all of us to dinner at his house,” Natasha declares.

“Oh,” you say, tugging on the strap of your messenger bag. The idea of dinner with them makes you uncomfortable despite the prospect of Mrs. Nasser’s amazing cooking. The first time you had dinner at Dr. Nasser’s home, you were enlightened. The mediterranean and middle eastern influences were apparent in the traditional feast she’d cooked. Not only that, the woman was the best company (as opposed to her husband, short spoken and ill tempered). The thought of having to sit through dinner with the beautiful couple makes you queasy.

“Do you already have plans Y/n? If so, cancel them. You’re coming,” she says in her classic stern tone that you haven’t been on the receiving end of in a long time.

“Yes ma’am,” you say, offering her a salute. Bucky laughs as Natasha rolls her eyes at you. You didn’t have any plans but seeing her act like she has a right over you, it does something to you. You don’t know how you’re going to handle six more weeks of this.

[mymreaderlibrary]

Some ideas or prompts for m!reader x Natasha Romanoff

(You can use these if you’d like, but credit would be appreciated).

1. Natasha x ftm m!reader

Natasha and y/n were both brought up in the widow program and trained side by side. One day y/n escapes, leaving Nat and their old life behind. Years pass and y/n transitions, starting over in New York while working at a bodega. Imagine his surprise when he sees none other than his fellow widow dropping by for a quick drink. Nat doesn’t fully recognize him, but is left with enough familiarity that she becomes curious about him.

2. Natasha x m!reader

While trailing a target, Natasha finds them hiding in a group of bar hoppers. In an attempt to blend in she latches onto a man and fake flirts with him. This gets her welcome to join their party without suspicion and continue her mission. However, Natasha and the man, y/n, get along and chat for the whole night with her genuinely beginning to enjoy the man’s presence. This is interrupted when her target finally makes their move and she can go in for the take down.

3. Natasha x Asgardian m!reader

It’s not often, if ever, that Natasha got to visit the realm of gods, but Thor insisted his friends and comrades come up to enjoy the celebrations. The night goes fairly smooth and she finds herself befriending a man named y/n who sticks by her side. It seems he’s rather smitten with her, but his Asgardian shows of romance have her a bit puzzled.

4. Natasha x Spiderverse m!reader

When an anomalous blast of energy is detected, S.H.I.E.L.D. sends Natasha in to investigate. She is shocked and confused to meet a man calling himself Spiderman. Y/n is no Peter Parker, but his show of abilities proves he’s more than just some fanatical fan. When another portal opens and a villain from a different dimension drops in they have to work together to take it down.

5. Natasha x secret merc m!reader

Y/n did whatever he needed to make money and if that meant playing bodyguard for a supervillain then so be it. Having been raised a merc his whole life this was normal to him. However seeing his own girlfriend of all people getting captured while trying to assassinate his boss was a new experience. Now y/n must pick to either have faith that Natasha will get out of there on her own or risk revealing himself to save her.

[morbidlcve]

Have you seen the "very demure, very cutesy" trend? How about pranking nat centering that trend somehow, e.g., just randomly blurting out that sentence every time she says something or etc.

Love your writing btw!

Very mindful

an: I hope you like it; this was so fun to write!! <3

pairings: natasha x reader

CW: talks about alcohol and alcohol consumption.

word count: 0.8k

Natasha is a gentle lover, and her love language is 100% acts of service or words of affirmation. She wouldn't be big on touch, until she got to fully feel comfortable around you, then she would never let you go, almost like you were her harbor when she was drifting away, calling her back to you with just your touch.

Natasha always like to talk to you about what your doing, what book your reading, music you listen to, your plans for the day if she's off to the compound. Your sleep pattern is pretty much identical to hers now given how long you have lived with her and how much of a light sleeper you were, Nat getting out of bed in the morning wakes you and then your up for the day too.

Natasha loves to surprise you, too; she will go out of her way to read the books you are reading or have read, just for a topic of conversation with you. You tell her you're reading The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Natasha didn't expect to relate and love the book nearly as much as she did. You were out with your friends for a few hours for coffee, leaving Nat at home with a glass of wine and the beautiful words of Dostoyevsky to keep her company.

She must've fallen asleep because the sky was growing darker when she woke, and your keys were shuffling around in the keyhole. Natasha sat up and continued reading waiting for you to come and join her. "Hi love", you smile sitting down next to her, eyeing the book. "Are you... are you reading the same book as me?" you ask nudging her with your shoulder.

"I wanted to talk to you about it," she says shyly, feeling embarrassed that she had been caught. Awe, don't go all shy on me, Talia. I think it's sweet, very mindful of you, very demure," you say, giggling. Natasha looks at you as though you have three heads. "I'm sorry, very what?" she asks, looking so confused that you can't help but giggle more.

Tony had invited all the gang and their plus ones for a family dinner, courtesy of Wanda's cooking. You are sitting down talking with Bucky about what he thinks you should read next and what you think he would like, when you see a glass of wine right in front of your face. You smiled, thanking her, taking it from Natasha's hands and taking a little sip. "See how you didn't even have to ask for that glass of wine, she just poured you one?" Kate said, giving Yelena a subtle look. "Very cutesy", "Very mindful", "Very demure"; Peter, Thor and you replied, sending you four into a fit of giggles. Yelena rolled her eyes dramatically and went to the kitchen, to pour Kate a glass.

"Seriously, what is this?" Natasha says from behind you, her hands on your shoulders. "It's a little trend that's going around on the internet", Peter explains to Nat, humming, taking a sip of her drink. She gently pinched your shoulder making you quietly laugh to your self, leaning back into her.

Natasha had been called in for a meeting early in the morning; she knew she woke you up getting out of bed, so as she was getting ready, she made sure to make a pot of coffee for you when you finished getting ready for the day.

You came out of the bedroom just after Natasha had left, seeing that she had made you a pot of coffee all to yourself, and it was still warm, brought a big smile to your face. You sent her a quick message expressing your thanks ('A pot of hot, brewed coffee to start my day, very mindful of you ;)') and poured yourself a cup before starting your early day working from home.

Natasha heard her phone buzz and chuckled, reading your message, shaking her head, redirecting her focus back to the meeting.

By 10 am, you had finished all your work and decided to go for a walk in the park to find a nice place to sit and read. You stopped at a cute little cafe on your way, opting to get one for Nat, too, who said she'd meet you when she's finished.

You had found a nice little place to sit down, and read a few chapters by the time Nat had found you -thanks to sharing your location- and came and sat with you, taking her coffee out of the cardboard cup holder. "Getting me a coffee?" she smirks, wrapping her arm around you. "Very mindful of you", she chuckles when you laugh out loud, drawing a few curious eyes and curling your face into her neck. "You, of all people, did not just say that", you giggle.

Over time it became a little joke between you and the red head, and each time it gets more funnier.

i hope this is okay and that you like it, thank you for the request!! 🫂💗

[florencebirdsong]

Mmm being moved into the tower but Natasha keeping you a secret. It’s still the early days of the avengers but she wants to keep you close. The more awareness the public has of her the more she’s needs to protect you.

You love being able to see her all the time. Getting to hold her everyone night is a privilege you haven’t had before.

Wanda is aware of another mind on the highly restricted floor. She knows Natasha well enough to trust her judgement but eventually she asks to meet you. You project so much love and warmth that she can’t resist. It’s been missing from her life for so long.

Falling in love with you is easy from there. Natasha is reticent but Wanda has held her interest for a while now and having someone else as fiercely protective as her is a comfort.

You adore having your loves so close. You spend every night they aren’t on a mission curled between them. Walking to soft kisses and even softer words. It’s heaven. And it’s so easy to follow their rules. Maybe in another life they feel restrictive. But in this one you only feel safe and loved. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

[yummymitzy]

It means everything to me.

Summary: The team decides to play a truth or dare game to end the night after one of Tony’s parties. Throughout the game, reader felt eyes on her, but she doesn’t know that they came from a certain redhead. Would something grow between them once the night falls?

Warnings: G!P Nat, SMUT, hair-pulling, back shots against door, spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, Nat jus bein rough n jealous, 18+ MINORS DNI

WC: 3,154 

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Rogers!Reader

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Stark parties at the compound were so very often hosted, it could have been for any occasion. As long as Tony thought it was a good time to celebrate, he’d host a party for that night. Today just happened to be one of those nights.

You, your brother Steve, Bucky, and Wanda were sent out on a mission four days ago. You four came back to the compound and deemed the mission successful, which made Tony practically jump up and exclaim that he’d host a party for tonight for another mission gone well.

You were definitely a party person, the life of a party whether you were drunk or not. But goddamn? The last party the team hosted felt like yesterday to you, when it was actually last week, but that was still close enough right? 

As of right now, you were getting ready for his party, as you take a quick glance at your phone, it was 5:45 and the party was at six, so you definitely had enough time to be ready by then. You set down your phone as you went straight to your closet, your makeup already done.

After rummaging through your dresses, it took you a few minutes before you came across your dress of the night and put it on. It was a backless maroon dress with a slit that went dangerously high on your upper thigh, the back of the dress incredibly accentuated your ass to which you appreciated. 

Overall it was a great dress, who were you going to impress? You weren’t sure but you had an idea though. You strolled out of your closet and heard a knock echo through your bedroom, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You still had way more time you wondered as you went to open the door.

There stood Bucky clad in a dark blue suit, hand still raised in the air as if he was going to open the door. Regaining his composure instantly, he drops the hand and leans against your doorway.

“You clean up nice, Buck. Didn’t think you still knew how to groom yourself with all that time you were up in the ice.” You tease lightly as you step back from your door and heading over to your vanity, putting in shiny gold earrings to complement the red.

“Hey… Don’t get used to it though.” He acts slightly hurt before switching to a joking manner. “But do hurry up, doll. At this point the party will be waiting up on you.” 

“I’m done, was just putting in earrings. Now cmon, I need a drink.” You slip on your red bottomed heels and brush past Bucky as you head down the corridor of the elevator, laughing slightly as he tries to catch up before the doors close.

As soon as the elevators open to where the party was being held, you went straight to the bar, in desperate need for a drink. Your eyes widen slightly before you smirk, realizing that Natasha had been put on bar duty.

Natasha was glammed up, hair curled down to her back, a long fitted emerald dress that showed off all her curves, it ran down to her knees and glimmered in the light. Her bright red lipstick complimenting it as she also has on some emerald earrings. 

You approach the bar, surprised Natasha hadn’t caught sight of you yet, until you stood right in front of her eyes, smirking. 

“Hey Nat, what got you doing bar duty tonight?” You lean against the bar counter, your arms crossed. The action making Natasha stare down at your breasts hungrily before she snaps her attention back onto you.

The thing was that you and Nat had this thing going on, where you’d both go back and forth with trying to flirt with each other. You never knew when exactly it started, Nat just started calling you pet names and being more touchy one day.  

But what she didn’t know was that the game got real on your side. You didn’t know what changed but you started becoming more flustered with her advances and even started blushing, something you never did. Until you realized, you liked her.

It had come a shock to you at first but as time passed, you came to terms with it and just played along with Natasha. It wasn’t like she liked you back, you doubt it, hell she might even be cuddling it up with Bruce.

“Fella did me wrong.”

“You got a real weird taste when it comes to your people Nat.” You laugh as you sat upon one of the many stools in front of the counter.

“It’s not all bad, and my taste in people are quite immaculate if you asked me, Y/n” She raised an eyebrow as she prepared your usual whiskey neat, before sliding it over to you as you laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’ll catch you later, Red” You stood up, your whiskey in hand as you go out to the couches and plopped yourself right next to Sam.

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You had completely lost track of what time it was, the party was long over and the after party had just started. 

You were sat in between Sam and Bucky with Tony on the far side of the couch. Across from you had been Bruce Natasha and Clint, while to the couch on the right of you was Wanda, Vision.   The couch left of you consisted of Tony, Thor, and Steve.

The team was so drunk they could barely uphold their conversations with one another. Thats how bad it was, and it was embarrassing that you were especially drunk too. 

Soon after, Tony stood up from his side of the couch and stepped forward while raising both of his arms. He proposed a game of truth or dare, refuse to do it, you take a shot. Your lips curled up into a smirk, you honestly couldn’t tell if you were too drunk or not but you did know that you wanted to play. 

After hearing the majority of the team agree, Tony had prepared a line of shots, just enough for the first few people before starting off the game. 

“Truth or dare, Capsicle.” Tony stared at Steve, a smug smirk planted on his face as he awaits Steves answer.

“Truth.”

“Is it true that Bucky was the cause of those “mosquito bites” when you came out to breakfast the other day?”

Bucky shifted in his seat at the mention of his name which made you shake in laughter as he playfully smacks your arm, catching the eye of Natasha.

“Yes.” Steve admitted, his face flushing a deep color of red as he leans back into the couch, before regaining his composure and picking his victim. “Wanda, Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” She raised an eyebrow as a slight smirk plays on her face.

“I dare you to give somebody in this room a lapdance. EXCEPT Vision.” Making Wanda widen her eyes slightly as she turns her head to look at Vision, to which he nods in confirmation, letting her know its alright. 

Wanda stands from her seat, slightly surveying the area before her eyes land on Sam, she approaches you with a torturously slow walk as she pretends to walk to Sam, before snapping her head to you and finding her place on your lap. 

Your eyes widen in shock as Tony tells Friday to dim the lights and play a song. You didn’t know what song it was, you were hyper focused with Wanda on your lap. You thought she was going to pick Sam, why you?

Across from you sat Natasha, you noticed she was fuming in her seat as she watched Wanda’s little show. Her knuckles turned white due to her deathly grip on the couch while a scowl was firmly planted on her face. If Natasha had been put into a cartoon, she would have definitely had smoke coming out of her ears.

Natasha was on her last straw when it came to the dance, all she wanted to do was stand up and rip Wanda off of you and take you for herself. As soon as she brushed away those thoughts, Wanda’s dance had already ended. But what she didn’t see was you sighing in relief after she retreated to her seat. 

————♡————

You and the team got a few more rounds in and this round ended up having Natasha as the victim.

“Truth or dare, Natasha.” Clint said as he bites his cheek to compose himself for her answer.

“Dare, arrowboy.” She smirks as she turns her whole body to face Clint as he begins cackling.

“Swap clothes with the person you find most attractive in this room.” He grins, visibly proud at his dare.

Natasha stands wondering her next move as she looks towards Wanda, her best friend. “Just go for it, whats the worst that could happen.” Wanda says in her head while she subtly nods her head towards you. 

Natasha thought it over once more before she strutted straight to you, her hips swaying as she walked, practically hypnotizing you. She held out a hand in your direction, her eyes meeting yours as they held an unspoken gentleness.

You took her hand as you lifted yourself up off the couch, you never realized how drunk you were until you were on your feet. You were slightly swaying as you tried to regain your balance, which was quick with the help of Natasha as she supported you with her other hand wrapped around your waist.

As you regained your balance, you noticed that you still were holding hands with her but you don’t find it in yourself to point it out. You move to take Natasha to another room nearby, her following behind you close by.

Once you both stumbled into an empty room, that was when you sobered up a little, but Natasha seemed drunker than ever.

“Are you sure you still want to do the dare? I could get Wanda to take you to your room.” You whisper, as you look up to meet Natashas gaze. 

You saw something change in Natasha’s eyes, from a drunken look to what you think is hunger?

The emotions that were brewing up within Natasha during the lapdance burst out of her as she shoved you against the door of the room, trapping your body between her and the door. 

“Nat!” You yelp, not expecting a reaction like this from Natasha.

“Ya know, I didn’t really like how Wanda was just grinding up on you..” She husks, her face inching towards yours as your gazes to each other never faltered. You can feel her hand hovering over your waist, soon stopping to rest there on the curve of your hips.

“But you wouldn’t really mind that would you, huh?” She smirked as she buried her head into your neck and kissing it slightly, leaving back bright red lipstick marks, she had also left some hickeys unbeknownst to you.

You sigh, leaning into her touch unknowingly and running your hands through her fiery hair before you pull her up gently and crash your lips onto hers.  

Natasha’s lips were as soft like they looked, you could have honestly gotten obsessed with them right then and there. You deepened the kiss as one of your hands slid down to her waist to pull her impossibly closer.

You were so focused on Natasha’s lips kissing you that you didn’t feel a hard bulge pressing up against your upper thigh. But soon enough was when Natasha started getting slightly desperate, subtly grinding against you as you felt the bulge become more insistent.

That was when you pulled away, slightly concerned. “Are you sure, Nat? You’re drunker than I am.” You ask, your eyes flickering between hers and her lips. 

“Yes baby, I’m sure. Plus I was at the bar handing out drinks, not downing shots with you and Wanda.” She whispered, her attitude rising with the added mention of Wanda. Her teeth grazing the skin of your neck as she nips at it before she pulls away entirely, making you whine.

“Awe detka, so desperate already? Did you get so desperate because of Wanda?” She snarled, as she flips you around by your hips, pushing your face into the door as she kept a deathly grip on you.

“Mphm! No, Nat. It’s all you.” Your voice is muffled against the door as she sternly keeps you pinned there. Your hands flat on the door to keep you stabilized as Natasha starts grinding her clothed bulge on you.

“Damn right it is.” She mumbled as she gave a harsh slap to your ass making you jolt forward into the door as you yelp. Before she continues grinding up on you.

Soon enough, Natasha reaches over to your front and over to your breasts as she gave them a quick squeeze before she trailed her hands to the straps of your dress. You peeled your hands away from the door to allow Natasha to practically rip the dress off of you.

The sight of you braless with a lacy red thong might as well make Natasha drool as her hands went straight to your ass, massaging the flesh and pulling a quiet whimper from you.

With quick efficiency, her dress was off in the blink of an eye, her boxers had an insanely large tent forming, to which you could already assume was by you. 

She takes off her boxers as quickly as her dress as she positions herself behind you on the door. Leaning down, her hands find themselves on your waist as her lips find the shell of your ear, her cock just centimeters away from your dripping heat as her breasts press against your back.

“I can tell you want this as much as I do, detka. You’re practically leaking onto the floor.” She husks into your ear, she doesn’t wait for an answer as she stands up straight and slams her cock into your wet cunt making you press your cheek against the door as you moan out. 

Natasha begins to pound herself into you, the sound of skin slapping, your moans, and Natasha’s grunts echo the quiet room as she ruts into your tight cunt.

“You’re so fucking tight, detka. Я не могу насытиться тобой. (I can’t get enough of you.)”She growls as she lifts her hand from your waist to pull at your hair, pulling you up to meet her front, her breasts brushing against your back once more as your back completely arches. 

The new position allowed Natasha’s cock to thrust even deeper into your cunt, her thrusts were powerful, each movement drove you up the door trembling with pleasure.

She started pounding up into you at a more intense pace, making you moan in shock, the action making you push back against her cock. Her hand that wasn’t in your hair lifted from your hip, and came down on your ass once again, sending a hard slap to it as she massaged the flesh immediately after.

“Ah! Fuck!!” You cried, the pleasure was too much to even suppress your moans as you kept pushing your hips back to meet Natasha’s relentless pace. “Oh, please Nat!!” You scream as she drove into you.

“Nat, I’m gon..gonna cum, please can I cum.” You begged, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Natasha fucked you dumb. 

“Go ahead and cum, baby.” 

To which you complied, your release had been intense but yet so full of pleasure. You trembled at reaching your climax, but to your surprise. Natasha kept rutting her cock into you as her thrusts got more and more sloppy as the seconds passed, her grunts turning into whines. 

“One more baby, just for me, c’mon. I know you’ve got another in you, please.” She pleaded as her thrusts grew more sloppier as she leaned her head down into your neck, placing delicate kisses on it as she tries to muffle her whimpers. 

You give her a loud moan in response, the overstimulation soon turning into overwhelming pleasure as you feel your second orgasm of the night building up in your lower belly. 

“Fuck..Im gonna cum detka. I can feel you clenching around me,” She babbled slightly, her red hair fluttering over the expanse of your back as she sets a faster pace for her relentless pounding, now nibbling on your neck to prevent her moans from spilling, her hand gliding in front of you as it frantically rubs at your clit.

“Fuck!!” “Cmon baby, cum, cum on my cock.” You and Natasha cried out as you reached your second climax of the night, your tight cunt clenching impossibly more around her shaft as your juices flow out of your pussy. 

The action made Natasha cum directly after you, the clenching of your soft velvety walls around her dick made her burst her seed into your womb as she let out a loud moan into the juncture of your neck. 

Natasha waited a minute before pulling out slowly, the overstimulation strong as she trembled slightly. She knew you were terribly overstimulated too with the way your legs were shaking. 

She watched as the both of your combined juices leak out of your cunt, a little bit of it landing on the floor as she fingered it back into you, making you moan once more. 

You rested your forehead against the door in front of you before slowly turning around to face Natasha, all while still leaning on the door. Natasha had always been a beautiful sight, especially now. 

Her hair was slightly tousled up, her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, her lips were smudged off of her lipstick, and her eyes held a deep softness and slight lust in them. You could always get lost in Natasha’s gorgeous eyes any day.

“Natasha, I just want to ask if this will mean anything to you. I wouldn’t want to have you like this with it not meaning anything.” You ask in a soft whisper, afraid of hearing the answer you dreaded the most.

Natasha saw the genuine sadness in your eyes as you whispered the question, the sight made her heart crack. It took her a second to respond as she gathered her words.

“I’ve loved you ever since Steve showed up with you in the living room. I always hoped that you returned those feelings I had for you. What happened between us right now, means everything to me, Y/n.” Natasha spoke softly, as if she were going to break a porcelain doll if she was any louder.

“I love you too, Nat. So much” You admit, walking up to Natasha and instantly closing the distance between you both. The kiss wasn’t lust filled at all, it was full of love and passion, something that you and Natasha always had for each other.

[mr-m-murdock]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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How about intersex Natasha x fem reader where Natasha is basically on her hands and knees begging to fuck fem reader. Saying things like, "I'll make you feel so good." or "I only need 10 minutes."

High and dry

Paring: fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: SMUT, begging, pet names, nipple play, switch!reader, switch!Nat, P in V, breeding kink, soft sex

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

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"Please" I heard Natasha beg "Like I said Tasha I need to finish my mission report first" She signed loudly. She woke up from a perfect dream; she had been thrusting in and out your tight heat and then just as she was about to cum- her alarm went of leaving her high and dry. She awoke with you already up and taking a shower, because of both of your latest mission you had opted for a few days of home office together. You only came home yesterday evening as the both of you decided on cuddles instead of a steamy love making session.  

Now you where standing under the hot stream of the shower head, letting the hot droplets of water run over the soft skin of your delicate body. Only with a towel on you reentered the shared bedroom and Natasha felt like she just got even harder.

"I’ll go write the mission report now alright baby?" You leaned down to kiss her. Of course she noticed the big bulge in her pants with a little wet patch from her pre cum. "I hoped for some morning stretches first bunny?" She pulled you on top of her pelvis, you mewled at feeling the the bulge against your own crotch. 

"Natasha not now" It took an incurable amount of will power not to devour your delicious girlfriend, but finishing the mission report would be much smarter. After all a quickie rarely failed to become hours long of passionate love making between the sheets. She groaned rubbing her temples, you had rarely seen her so needy. 

A few hours later Natasha sneaked around the house like an animal searching for prey. "Natasha what’s the matter?" You already knew the answer to the question, but you wanted to hear her say it. "I need to fuck you, bunny, please" she mewled appearing behind your office chair to kiss your neck. "Natasha soon" you pushed her face away "I need to focus" 

"I’ll make you feel so good" She pushed her face into your neck to inhale your sweet smell. She was getting at you it was hard to say no to her anymore "I’ll only need 10 minutes" she cooed against your skin. You closed your laptop before catching her lips with yours. "Fuck Tasha, do it quick" She couldn’t hide her excitement she wanted to kiss every centimetre of your soft skin. She spun your office chair around to lift you up, your wrapped your legs around your waist as she carried you to to the bedroom. 

"Fuck sweetheart, ‘m gonna fuck this tight pussy so good." She threw you on the bed her hands going to the hem of your shirt pushing it up. She groaned in responds of seeing your stiff nipples. Her mouth latched onto your nipple teasing the hardened nub with her exerted tongue. You mewl at the sensation all the thought of the paper work long having left your clouded mind. 

"Fuck Nat I need you inside" You moaned out pushing her head further down your stomach. "let me ride you sweetheart" Nat nodded before laying down on her back. You helped her undress before pushing her boxers to her mid thigh her large penis standing against her stomach. You grabbed her semi hard lengthen before moving your fist up and down her hardening dick. 

You straddled her pelvis your hole hovering above her hardened dick. Her hands went to your hips guiding you down on her shaft. You let out an almost pornographic moan at her delicious stretch. You stilled for a moment to adjust to her length making Nat lose her mind. Your tight velvet walls hugging her shaft so good. Slowly you started to move you hips up and down and Natasha trusts up her into her tight heat groaning at he feeling.

You grab on the shoulders of your girlfriend before your lips meet hers. Her tongue went inside your mouth fighting your dominance, which after a fair fight she woman. Natasha needed more, more of your tight heat. Before you could say anything she had switched your positions pistoling inside your heat like an animal. 

Her hand went to your puffy clit playing with the bundle of nerves making the pleasure almost unbearable. Your wall pulsate around her cock, she knew how close you were and she felt the same. "Fuck baby can I cum inside please" She whined above you and the idea of her sed in your womb turned you on. "Fuck Natty fill me up" She brought you to your peak before having her peak yourself. You felt her hot cum shooting inside your womb as you cream her dick. 

“Fuck I needed that” Natasha laughed before pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m sure you got time for another round”

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