#natasha romanova x reader

[wandasmistress]

Trapped

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

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

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really missed this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[flyinghassassin]

Movie night

Summary: In which after fleeing to Norway,Natasha and you enjoy a movie.

Word count: 900

Warnings: fluff,slight angst.

Masterlist

Once she was an Avenger; now just a fugitive. Life was never easy for Natasha Romanoff.

The Red Room,all the people she had to kill, and when she finally got to break free and have her own life,the continued scrutiny from people once she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the need to prove she had changed.

Life was always tough with Natasha Romanoff,but she was always able to cope and rise up.

She had found a family in the Avengers and something more in you, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, although she had never had the courage to confess it to you for fear that you would reject her because of her past,so she was simply content with the days you spent training, talking, or watching movies.

Everything was fine (as fine as the life of an Avenger and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. can be).

Then the Sokovia agreements were created and approved.

The Avengers, formerly a family, fought, defending the position they believed to be just.

The conflict had ended with the victory of Tony and his allies and the capture and imprisonment of their adversaries.

However, Natasha had managed to escape and had asked you to go with her, which you accepted.

Now Natasha was on the run, and you were on leave, having asked Phil Coulson for a few days off due to an injury sustained in battle and the stress you claimed you were under.

You and Natasha had taken a ferry to Sæbø, a small village in Norway, far enough away to find the tranquility Natasha longed for.

It was there that you met Rick Mason,an old friend and ally of Natasha's.

He claimed that what mattered to him was the profit he made,but the easy smile he had and his relaxed posture made you doubt that.

When you first met, Natasha had introduced you, and Rick had complimented your handshake,saying it was just as firm as that of "the redhead who scares everyone, causing you to laugh and Natasha to grumble something in Russian.

You and Natasha were now living in a campervan that Rick had prepared, which included several fake passports for Natasha and a basic hardware kit.

Power came from a generator that, in Natasha's words "looked like it was going to stop working at night and turn the camper into a scene from a slasher movie".

This had made you laugh slightly, but at the same time it had worried you a little, making you remember one of your missions as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a worry that Natasha had taken care of, kissing your forehead when you had confessed it to her and assuring her that she would make sure that nothing would happen to you.

In this new life that you and Natasha now had, things seemed to have calmed down.

Your relationship had grown closer,and Natasha had confessed to you secrets she had only told those closest to her—secrets about the Red Room,her family, and the odysseys she had lived through—while you had confessed to her your experiences as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent,your near-death experience when HYDRA had risen,and the times you had been kidnapped to use you as leverage.

You spent your days researching as much as possible about the Red Room, having promised Nat that you would help her, and she had trained you more thoroughly, making you run up the mountain, carry weight, become faster with your weapons, and improve your hand-to-hand combat skills.

Evenings were spent watching some of the movies that gave Nat comfort, eating the food you had made, and once you had finished eating, lying on the couch and cuddling so you wouldn't get cold on the cold nights,while talking about everything that came to your minds, Natasha using Russian words to refer affectionately to you when she was tired.

It was one of those nights when Natasha had come out of the shower with her head full of thoughts, so you decided to cheer her up in the best way you knew how, so you prepared some food and put on one of Natasha's favorite movies.

When she saw all this, a smile crossed her face.

"You didn't need all this, detka."

"You deserve it, Nat; today has been a hard day; you have the right to relax," you replied, smiling.

Natasha came up to you and gave you a hug.

"You are the best, Y/N."

"I know," you replied, grinning.

Natasha laid down on the couch, gesturing for you to lie down next to her and put on the movie.

When she finished eating the food you had made, she put a hand around your waist, hugging you and pulling you closer to her.

Natasha laid down on the couch, gesturing for you to lie down next to her and put on the movie.

When she finished eating the food you had made, she put a hand around your waist, hugging you and pulling you closer to her.

The movie progressed, and you enjoyed her proximity and the warmth her body gave you while she whispered the lines of the movie in your ear.

The warmth of her body, the soft rain that was hitting against the windows of the campervan, and her voice were lulling you to sleep until you finally succumbed to sleep, falling asleep in her arms.

The last thing you heard was the soft "I love you, detka" that Natasha murmured, making you smile and murmur a soft "So do I.".

[biggest-stupidhead]

Sex With A Ghost

AN: I wanted to write something spooky and I couldn't stop thinking of this song, so if you want to get the full experience I would suggest listening to it as you read :)

Summary: Reality becomes a slippery slope when you find yourself tangled in an otherworldly relationship.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering ( reader receiving), mentions of blood (minimal), praise kink, a healthy dose of degradation, lmk if I missed anything ;)

Between the hours of midnight and four in the morning is when the veil between our world and the next is thinnest. A soft spot in reality when unholy creatures can slip into our world, a four-hour period during which no good things happen. It was during these hours when you would find Natasha in your bed, her fingers deep inside of you. Her warm breath fanning against your ear as she whispered her deepest desires to you. She was a fickle creature, tantalizing you with promises of more, only to be gone by the time you opened your eyes. 

You never saw her during the daytime, you were convinced she was one of these creatures. A being that slipped into your reality during the wee hours of the night. She felt more like a dream than a physical being, which is what you deduced her to be. Until she began appearing nearly every night, and every visit she seemed to become more real. At first, her touch could hardly be felt against your skin, her face obscured no matter how hard you tried to bring it into focus. Over time, you realized that these were not wet dreams, you would wake in the morning with bruises littering your thighs, and bite marks marring your throat and chest. 

You avoided sleep, fearing that if you stayed awake your fears would be confirmed. To your horror, Natasha still came to you, appearing in your doorway with a smile on her lips. You tried asking her who she was, and why she was in your house. She silenced you with a bruising kiss and sharp teeth sinking into your lower lip. Jolts of panic made your heart rate skyrocket, her full weight pushing you into the mattress. But you trusted that she would never truly harm you because the truth is she could have a thousand times already if she wanted to. 

She seemed to learn some manners as your nighttime rendezvous continued. Instead of startling you in your room, she began knocking on your front door or your bedroom window. You never failed to stay up late, hoping that she would come to you, and she never faltered in her visits. It seemed as if she needed this as much as you craved it. 

This particular night, she came earlier than usual. Most nights, Natasha would be outside of your small cottage around two in the morning. But on this new moon, Natasha knocked on your door right as your grandfather clock struck midnight. The twelve chimes rang throughout the small cottage as you fumbled to pull your silk robe on. The wooden floors creaked underfoot, the knocks on your door becoming more insistent. 

You paused as the eleventh chime resounded through your small home, trying to wrap your brain around how she was here. The clock struck twelve and the knocking stopped, an eerie silence settled and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. The door handle twisted to the left and Natasha tried to push the door open. The lock prevented her from opening the door, you pressed your ear against the wood, listening for any sign that could confirm that it was Natasha. 

“Let me in, little girl.” Natasha’s voice could be heard clearly through the door, she must have her face pressed against the firm wood as well. 

“You’re early.” You whispered, lips brushing against the door frame. The porch creaked as Natasha shifted her weight impatiently. 

“Open the door.” She repeated and your blood froze in your veins in the most delicious way. You had never questioned her, trusting her blindly. 

“This isn’t like you, darling.” Natasha purred as she dragged her deft finger against the door like a cat begging to be let in. 

“Fine,” you huffed as you unlocked the door only to open it a crack. Emerald green eyes peered back at you, glowing despite the lack of moonlight and the thick canopy of trees overhead. Natasha threw the door open, crashing into your home, into you. Those nails of hers dug into your shoulders as she pulled you in, her heel slamming the door shut behind her. Natasha threw you against your counter, her hands tugging at the knot holding your robe closed. 

“You’re going to behave tonight right baby?” Natasha’s voice was laced with lust as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. You whimpered as she sank her teeth over the fresh bruises from the other night. 

“I always behave.” You teased and Natasha scoffed, pausing in her ministrations to give you a playful look. You could just make out the soft curve of her lips and the subtle fangs that protruded past them. 

“Don’t be coy.” She hissed, pinching your chin between her pointer finger and thumb. You felt dizzy as she stared straight into your eyes, a gaze that you could never seem to return. A small voice in your head always screamed at you to never look too deeply into her eyes, and you listened to it. You weren’t stupid, she wasn’t human and you knew that there were risks when you played with creatures of the night. 

Her fingers slowly traced down your jaw before she wrapped her hand around your throat loosely. You pressed your back to the marble counter, averting your gaze to the window and out into the forest beyond, but despite your lack of eye contact, you compensated by rolling your hips into hers. 

“Clever girl.” She whispered into your ear, giving your throat a final squeeze before she hoisted you onto the counter. Her praise made the ache between your legs increase tenfold. She knew this, she always knew how to keep you wrapped around her finger. Natasha freed you from your robe, roughly pushing the silk off of your shoulders before palming your breasts. You bucked your hips desperately into hers as she rolled your nipples between her fingers. 

“What is it you want from me tonight my love?” Natasha mused, her voice low and gravely as you melted under her touch. You tried to steady your breathing enough to voice your need for her, but she was making things difficult for you. She was lazily kissing her way down your chest, taking her sweet time as she waited for you to answer her question. 

“I-I want your mouth.” You managed to choke out as Natasha kissed the underside of your breasts. She hummed, green eyes shimmering in the dark as she peered up at you, this was always the hardest part. Averting your gaze when she was so close when all you wanted to do was meet her eyes as she ate you out. 

“Where do you need it, baby? Tell me.” Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she tried to bite back a sly smile. You groaned as you adjusted your arms, sliding your hips to rest at the edge of the countertop. 

“You know where.” You hissed and Natasha bit down hard on the tender flesh of your breast. A strangled cry left your throat as pain bloomed from the bite, crimson smearing across your skin and Natasha’s lips. 

“I thought you were going to behave tonight, say it,” Natasha growled, her fingers digging into your thighs as you stared down at the bite mark on your breast. 

“I need your mouth on my pussy.” You spat and Natasha sank down with a low chuckle she pried your legs apart, spreading you wide open for her. You threw your head back as she took in the sight of your glistening cunt. Natasha took her time, her eyes darting between your face and your cunt as she hovered between your thighs. 

“Please…” You whimpered as you covered your face with one of your hands to keep yourself from watching her. She laughed softly before finally licking a slow stripe up to your clit, where she latched on. You could feel her fangs against you and her hair tickling your thighs. You bucked your hips as a low moan left your throat. You couldn’t help but peek through your fingers, the sight of her between your thighs was always breathtaking. Her dark red hair hanging in her eyes, which of course were trained on your face as she swirled her tongue around your sensitive clit. She lazily pushed two fingers inside of your tight cunt, pumping them in and back out at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” Natasha rasped, her voice melodic and enchanting as she curled her fingers to prod at the spongey spot in your cunt. 

“N-Natasha!” You yelped as you closed your fingers to hide her from your view. You could feel yourself getting closer to your limit as she continued to lap up your arousal. The wet squelching sounds coming from between your thighs only made you more turned on. 

“Come on baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” Natasha’s calloused thumb was circling around your clit as she stilled her fingers inside your cunt, enjoying the fluttering of your walls as your thighs trapped her right where she wanted to be. Natasha gently reached up, pulling your already limp arm off of your face. Your eyes met hers directly for the first time, her eyes were glowing an iridescent green despite the lack of light in the kitchen. 

Her face was devoid of imperfections, her skin impossibly smooth, her lips a perfect plushy pink. She grinned up at you, pressing down harder on your clit as she smirked devilishly. Her incisors were sharp, protruding from her upper lip as she watched you fall apart on her fingers. You threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you, the image of her face seared onto the backs of your eyelids. She continued her ministrations, the pleasure becoming too much the longer she circled your clit. 

“T-Too much,” you whimpered, reaching down between your legs to grab her wrist. Natasha chuckled darkly but relented, she had already won. 

“I could just eat you up.” Each word was punctuated with playful nips to your thighs. You yelled when her teeth sank into your flesh, just enough to break the skin, sharp pain shot through you, a stark contrast to the warmth of the pleasure she’d given you moments prior. 

“Please.” Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, but her face was seared into your brain. It was too perfect, flawless even, you moaned loudly as she kissed her way back to your neck, her fingers smearing your blood across your abdomen. 

“My sweet girl.” Natasha purred against your neck, the points of her fangs hovering just over your pulse point. You should be scared, petrified even but you only felt one thing…anticipation. 

“Kiss me please.” You leveled your head, hands reaching for her cheeks desperately. Natasha allowed you to pull her face away from your neck, this time you didn’t avert your eyes. You saw the slightest shimmer of shock pass over her usually cocky expression. Your mouth hung open slightly, your lips ghosting over one another’s as you panted into one another’s mouths. 

“Finally,” Natasha growled before sealing her lips with yours, her tongue was quick to push into your mouth, the taste of you still on her lips. The kiss was messy, her hands were in your hair, tilting your head this way and that so she could taste you better. You were practically limp in her hands, pliable and submissive, completely at her mercy. You pulled away, just enough to get some fresh air into your lungs. 

“What does that mean?” You asked, her words finally running through your head, but not enough for you to comprehend them. 

“It means I finally get to see your eyes, I can have all of you. Finally. ” Natasha’s lips ghosted over yours, her excitement evident in the way her voice raised in pitch. You felt a chill run through you, little had she known, she already had you. The repercussions of this action were untold, but in that moment you could care less.

“Then have me.” You whispered softly, your eyes soft and feigning innocence as Natasha stared at you hungrily, emerald eyes glittering impossibly bright. She kissed you again as she hoisted you from the counter, your legs wrapping around her hips as she walked blindly toward the bedroom. She knew the path by heart, you giggled like a schoolgirl as she tossed you onto the mattress. She towered over you as she slowly disrobed, giving you a perfect view of her figure. Arousal pooled between your thighs as she slowly crawled over you, her eyes trained on your face. You couldn’t look away, transfixed with her and hungry to see every inch of her body now that caution had been thrown to the wind. 

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Natasha groaned between open-mouthed kisses which were placed generously on your heated skin. You had learned early on that Natasha was a giver, a being that derived pleasure through your own. So you lay with your back pressed against soft pillows as she traces her fingers all about you. 

“Natasha please…” You whimper as her fingers hover mere centimeters above your cunt, you spread your legs and arched your back needily. 

“Such a needy whore.” She mused before she buried her fingers inside of you once more, this time she moved with purpose. Natasha slotted herself between your legs, her free hand looping under your hips to prop them up, giving her a beautiful view of your pussy taking her fingers. Her arms were spotted with smeared blood from the bites she had marked onto your thighs, surely you would need to wash your sheets in the morning. You cried out in ecstasy as she finally placed her mouth back on your clit, the heat of her tongue coaxing you closer to the edge. 

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” She snapped, the loss of her mouth was devastating, your release was just within your grasp. You nodded feverishly, legs shaking around her as she slowly returned her mouth to your cunt. 

“I don’t know how long I can hold it.” You stammered out between breathy moans, your heels dug deep into the taught muscles on Natasha’s back as she pressed herself impossibly closer to you. Her fingers seemed to go deeper with each thrust, you tried your hardest to obey her command, but at this pace, you wouldn’t last long at all. Natasha laughed against your clit, lifting her face to meet your eyes again as she smirked up at you, her other hand squeezing your hip. Despite her having short nails, you could feel them digging into your skin. 

“P-Please!” You screamed as you attempted to grind into the heel of her hand. But her grip on your hips kept you pinned to the mattress, holding you still as she pushed you towards another orgasm. 

“What a good little slut.” Natasha hummed, her fingers spreading your cunt as she stilled to stretch you out. You shook at the sensation as she tried to reach deeper inside of you, the heel of her hand pressed firmly against your aching clit. 

“N-Natasha I can’t” You were weeping, tears streaming down your sweaty cheeks as she reveled in your undoing. 

“Go ahead then darling.” She drawled and you felt that knot in your stomach explode, unfurling in a blinding blast. Your thighs clamped down on her hand, holding her there as you slowly came down. She untangled herself from your legs in favor of pressing your chests together so she could capture your lips in another searing kiss. You sighed contently as she cupped your cheek tenderly, you relished the feeling of her breasts pressed against your own and the heat that radiated from her. She was here, she was real, and she was sharing this moment with you. The thought comforted you, and you felt the exhaustion of the day you’d had and the physical exertion of sex wash over you. Your eyelids felt heavy as Natasha slightly rolled off of you, playing with your hair and watching as sleep began to win you over. 

“Stay,” You mumbled sleepily as she pressed kisses to your temple. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” She spoke right into your ear, pressing a kiss on your earlobe before she pulled the covers over the both of you. 

“I want to see you when I wake up.” You whispered softly as you nuzzled into her, throwing your arms around her as if that would keep her there all night. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, go to sleep I want you well rested for tomorrow.” Her promise was enough at that moment, and you slipped into sleep content. You would take whatever she would give you, even if that meant you could never have all of her the way she had all of you.

[anonymouslywriting22]

The Light After Darkness - Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Natasha look forward to finally being able to start a family but tragedy strikes and puts their relationship through strain.

Warnings: TW miscarriage, blood, very slight smut, angst

Natasha hurriedly unwrapped the box you had wrapped for an early birthday present. She quickly opened the box and furrowed her eyebrows as she saw a set of baby shoes on top of confetti. Natasha looked up at you with a soft smile, "I don't get it?"

As she trails off you smile widely at her and nod your head, "just keep digging through. You'll understand more."

She nods her head and starts to feel through the confetti. As she moves her hands through, Nat feels something and immediately grasps it to pull it out. A smile appears on her face with a sparkle in her eyes as she realizes it's a baby onesie with the the image of a little spider on it. She quickly shoots her gaze towards you, "please tell me this isn't a joke baby."

Your smile just becomes more wide, "just keep going, there's one more thing in there for you."

She nods and hurriedly rummaged through the confetti again. As she feels a hard object around her fingers she quickly grasps it and becomes wide eyed as she sees it. The sight was amazing and if you had your phone, you would've taken a picture of her face right now.

Her eyes begin to tear as she examined the pregnancy test, reading the results over and over to ensure this is real. You quickly go to sit by her and place your hand on her free hand to remind her this is real. You softly say, "we're going to have a baby my love," while placing her hand over your stomach.

She quickly looks at you and sniffles, a smile across her face. She quickly wraps you into a hug and repeatedly whispers thank you's and how much she loves you. She pulls away to send a slow passionate kiss to your lips before placing a gentle kiss to your stomach.

"We," she starts while guiding you to sit on her lap, "are going to be the best parents my love. You're going to be the best mom ever. Thank you for giving me this."

You wrapped your arms around Natasha necks and brought her closer to you so that your forehead was resting on hers, "our child is going to be so lucky to have you as their mama."

She hummed and placed a kiss to your lips, "I love you baby."

You briefly pulled away and mumbled, "I love you too."

—7 months later—

You stirred awake as a sharp pain ran through your body causing you to groan. You tried to ignore it as it lessened but another sharp pain ran through your body again. You moved to lay on your back, confusion running through you as you felt something wet around your lower area.

You switched on the lamp on your nightstand and placed your hand under to feel what it was. You gasped as you brought it back up and saw red on your finger tips, panic ran through your body as awful thoughts entered your mind.

"Natasha," you exclaimed. It wasn't unusual for her to be downstairs finishing up paperwork while you slept. She had taken a lot of time off from work to help you so she would use these awful hours to catch up.

A couple seconds later she bolted through the door with a worried expression, "what's wrong my love?"

You quickly showed her your hand and finally uncovered yourself causing the both of you to gasp at the sight, blood covered the sheets. "I don't know what's happening Tasha," you quickly said wincing as more pain ran through your body.

Natasha immediately jumped into action and grabbed you in her arms gently, carrying you to the car bridal style. As she raced through the empty streets to the hospital, she made sure to always be checking on you and reassure everything was going to be okay.

As she pulled up to the emergency room, Natasha quickly got out of the drivers seat and went to your side to carefully get you out and carry you in. She approached the desk, "please I need help, my wife is bleeding." You laid your head against Nat's chest while holding onto your stomach, occasionally groaning and wincing from pains.

A nurse and doctor quickly approached her with a wheelchair. The doctor quickly spoke up as the nurse helped Natasha place you in the wheelchair, "what seems to be the problem Mrs. Romanoff." Nat was taken back a bit how the doctor immediately recognized her, hopes that the recognition would help you get the best treatment.

"My wife is 7 months pregnant. I was in the kitchen finishing up some paperwork," Natasha said while quickly walking through the halls with the doctor and nurse, "until I heard her scream out for me. I quickly ran to the room and saw that she was bleeding and in really bad pain around her lower area."

The doctor nodded while scribbling in your chart. As the doctor and nurse got to an exam room, Natasha quickly tried to enter but was held back by the nurse, "I'm sorry Mrs. Romanoff but we can't let you in. You will need to wait in the waiting area and we will give you updates."

Natasha reluctantly agrees, she can't take up the time of someone who could be helping you and her child. She slumps herself in a chair while nervously bouncing her leg and quickly dialing Clint to inform him of what's going on.

A couple minutes later Clint arrives and sits next to Natasha as they wait for news on how you are.

—1 hour later—

Natasha feels her world stop as the doctor explains what happened. Clint quickly catches her as she stumbles, his talking is muffled by the words of the doctor replaying through her head.

"We couldn't save them both," tears started to weld in her eyes, "the baby had undergone too much damage from the blood loss. We were not able to resuscitate her," her. Our baby was a girl. A beautiful daughter. "I'm so sorry for your loss Mrs. Romanoff. Your wife is in room 301, she isn't awake yet but she's stable so you can go see her whenever you're ready."

Clint guided her to sit in the chair, wearily watching her, "I'm so sorry Nat." Those words broke something inside of her causing everything to shatter, the tears streamed down her face as she clung onto her best friend sobbing in his arms. "I was going to have a daughter," she muffled between sobs, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl."

Clint's heart broke at the sight of his best friend. He held her tightly in his arms, reassuring her the best he could with this situation. As Natasha started to grab her composure he pulled away and gripped her shoulders, "Y/N is going to need you right now. You both are going to need to be strong for each other. How about we go to her room?"

Natasha wiped her tears and nods her head, eager to see your face, eager to know you're okay. She quickly walks down the halls to your room, when she enters she lets out a sigh of relief as she sees you're still sleeping. Clint enters quietly. After a few minutes he dismisses himself to let Natasha be alone with you.

Nat sits in the chair by your bed and holds onto your hand. She lays her head on the bed and whispers, "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect her. I'm so sorry." Tears start to form in her eyes again, she kisses your hand softly and slowly drifts to sleep.

Natasha isn't sure how long she slept but none of that matters when she starts to hear you stir awake. "Nat," you call out weakly, quickly moving your hand to your stomach. You grew confused as it felt different, still affected from sleep you couldn't wrap your head around it.

Natasha quickly sat up and hugged you carefully, "I'm here Y/N/N, I'm here."

You turn to her, confused as to why she looks like she's been crying. You carefully examine her and realize that look in her eye, the same look she had after that mission that your brother, Pietro died. Tears start to fill your eyes as you realize what the feeling was. You whisper, "is the baby okay Natty?"

You already know the answer but you're clinging onto hope that you're wrong. She takes a deep breath and pressed a kiss to your temple, she slightly shakes her head, "the doctors said there was just too much damage with the blood loss. They couldn't resuscitate her."

Natasha clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her composure, trying to be strong for you knowing how hard this would affect you. Her words run through your head and you feel your heart shatter. Tears make their way down your face as you cling onto Natasha. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispers while holding you and rubbing soothing circles trying her best to comfort you.

"Her," you question weakly against Nat's shoulder. She slowly pulls away and nods, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl." Everything in you breaks even more as guilt starts to feel your body. You cling even tighter onto Natasha as you repeatedly apologize to her, feeling like you failed as a wife and as a mother for not being able to fully carry your baby.

—3 Months Later—

You lazily laid in bed most of the days, not having enough energy or the will to get out of bed anymore. Natasha would always try to force you up but it would just lead to a fight. You quietly groaned as you felt the bed beside you dip, not having the energy to argue or even talk with the person next to you.

Natasha slowly climbed into the space next to you and slightly shifted towards you. She missed you, she missed the way you would talk to her about anything and everything all the time, now conversations between you two were short or just arguments, she missed the way your skin would feel under her touch, she missed the way she could smell your scent as she nuzzled her face in your neck, she missed your smile and laughter, it was rare for you to laugh now, she missed her wife.

"Baby," Natasha whispered softly, "can we please talk." You kept your position, laying on your side not giving a response to Natasha. After a while of silence Nat slowly shifted towards you more and carefully placed a hand on top of your waist. A smile ghosted her lips when you didn't push her away this time, a couple moments later she wrapped her arm over your waist, causing her to touch your stomach. It was completely innocent, she just wanted to bring you into her in hopes of having you close to her again.

The touch brought you out of your head and you abruptly pushed her arm away and got out of bed. You scoffed with your back towards her, "I don't appreciate you doing that." Natasha sighed and sat up, she didn't understand why you were being so cold with her. Well, she did understand but she couldn't understand why you didn't want to be close to her anymore. She lost just as much as you did.

She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, "I'm your wife Y/N. I should be able to touch you without you getting mad."

You spun to face her with a glare on your face. You crossed your arms, "so what? Just because I'm your wife I should give my body to you?" Natasha immediately shook her head and stood up from the bed to properly face you from her side. She ran a hand through her hair, "that's not what I mean. You know that's not what I meant, I just-"

"No," you exclaimed, all you anger finally just leaving your body. Anger you've kept inside that you couldn't keep your daughter with you, anger that you felt like you failed Nat, anger at everything. You threw you hands up, "maybe I should just lay there on the bed while you do your business? Maybe then I'll be a good wife. Here," you say throwing yourself on the bed, "have your way since I don't let you touch me."

Natasha sighed and placed her hands on her hips. She didn't respond right away deciding to study you, the way your chest rose and fell quickly, your hands balled in fists to your sides, the way your eyes no longer held the light they used to always have, the way you looked completely and utterly broken. She started to fear that she had lost you forever, that she let you lose yourself so much in grieving instead of doing more to help you.

She chose her words carefully and grabbed a pillow, "I'll sleep in the guest room until you're comfortable with me again." She stayed a couple seconds, giving you time to ask her to stay but you didn't. You stayed quiet while staring at the ceiling, so she made her way out the room.

—3 months later—

You fiddled with your wedding ring while your hands rested on your lap, not daring to look up to face your therapist. You could feel her stare on you, the one she would always give when these sessions barely started.

"So," she began while fiddling with her pen, "how was this week?"

You sighed and finally got the courage to face your therapist. You stopped fiddling with the ring and rubbed your hands on your thighs in an attempt to calm yourself, "it was better than other weeks."

She hummed in acknowledgment, "I can see you're wearing your ring again."

You let a small smile creep on your face as you looked at the elegant diamond on your finger. The best of memories you used to share with your wife flooding your brain. "I am," you simply stated.

Your therapist scribbled some things in her notebook. "Is Natasha still sleeping in the guest bedroom," she questioned while crossing her leg over the other.

You stomach turned at her words. Deep down, you wanted her to hold you like she used to but couldn't find the courage to let her. You didn't feel like you deserved it. You ran a hand through your hair, "yes."

"Y/N," she started, "did you do your homework?"

"No," you simply stated.

She sighed and placed her notebook on the table next to her. You placed your stare back to the ground, it was easier to just not face people anymore. "Do you remember what your homework was?"

You sighed and started to pick at your cracked nail polish, "talk to Natasha about coming back to our bedroom."

"Now," she said while leaning forward in her chair trying to catch your eye, "why didn't you do it?"

Your throat started to form a lump, all of a sudden talking became the hardest thing to do. You cleared your throat, "I just didn't get around to talking to her."

You never did anymore. You even managed to plan your day in a way that you hardly interacted with her anymore. It was easier this way, easier to ignore the disappointment you had of failing Natasha.

"Listen Y/N," your therapist began, "I just don't understand what happened. Last session we hit a real breakthrough. You, yourself said that you were ready to finally take her in again and I could tell it was genuine. You were ready so what happened?"

Tears pricked at your eyes but you refused to let them down. You quickly wiped your eyes and faced her, "we went to visit one of her close friends."

Your therapist hummed in response giving you time to gather your thoughts to explain. You cleared your throat, "Clint and his wife, Laura, they have a son and were expecting a second child. It was normal to go with them, it's not like this was the first time we go to visit them since the incident but this time just broke something in me."

She grabbed a glass of water and took a quick sip, "why?"

You snorted a short giggle, "they had said that they had a surprise for us so we quickly made plans for that day. When we arrived, turns out she had already popped the baby out, a girl to be more specific." You took a deep breath as tears started to flow, "Natasha looked so happy and ecstatic when she held her and it just made me jealous. Jealous that they were able to have another kid and I couldn't even have one. Jealous that my wife looked that happy carrying another baby, she should've had that excitement with our baby."

Your therapist went to say something until you kindly held your hand up signaling you had more, "and then they asked me if I wanted to hold her and I didn't want to be rude so I did but while I was Clint decided it was best to ask us another question. He asked Natasha and I to be the godparents and Nat quickly obliged but I just couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much and I just gave the baby to Nat and waited in the car. She had tried to get me to talk about it but I just couldn't."

"You're still angry," she said while grabbing her notebook and scribbling some more, "it's okay to be angry. You went through something so unimaginable."

You sniffled trying to grab your composure and whispered, "I know."

"But so did Natasha," she said causing you to snap your gaze to your therapist. "She also lost her, she also lost a daughter. I've seen the doctors files, the incident had nothing to do with your body. It wasn't your fault."

You shook your head and scoffed, "if I were stronger or did something more maybe she-"

"It wasn't your fault," she repeated, "you need to realize that because quite frankly I've seen this happen before and often times it ends in the other person leaving. I can't sweeten it up anymore, Natasha might get tired of waiting one day and I don't want that for you two."

"It wasn't my fault," you said, something in you finally clicking in place. You looked at your wedding ring and smiled, "it wasn't my fault."

—

You entered the front door to your house, a new feeling erupting your chest. You quickly ran to the guest bedroom, ready to start fixing everything. When you approached her door you knocked quickly, doing everything to get her to open the door faster. When she opened it she looked a bit concerned, "is everything okay Y/N/N?"

You just smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her neck to bring her into you causing her to wrap her arms around your waist. She raised and eyebrow at you, "what's going on? Not that I don't like this but-"

You cut her off by capturing her lips in yours giving her a passionate kiss, spilling everything from these past months into it to show her you still wanted her, you still needed her. You pulled away reluctantly when breathing became an issue, you laid your forehead against hers while still having your eyes closed trying to take in this moment. She leaned in again to give you a soft kiss to your nose bringing you back to reality. You opened your eyes to see her staring right back at you with so much love, love that never seemed to fade even through these past months.

"I want you to come back to our room, please," you whispered. She smiled widely and nodded, "okay." You played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, trying to take her in, trying to memorize everything that you had missed. You placed your head on her shoulder, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for shutting you out and not even acknowledging your hurt and grieving. I'm so sorry," you started to repeatedly say while tears started to form in your eyes. She softly grabbed your face and brought it to face her, she used her thumbs to wipe your tears away with so much care it made you cry even more, this woman was too good for the world.

She placed a kiss on your temple and said, "it's okay. It's okay, I should've tried harder to help you but I just didn't know how. I'm just happy you're with me again."

You placed a kiss on her lips again and yawned when you pulled away causing her to chuckle, god did you miss that sound. She picked you up bridal style and walked to the master bedroom. She carefully placed you on the bed and went to her side. You felt the bed dip beside you and this time you welcomed it, cherished it. She hesitatingly scooted towards you and placed her arm on your hip. You smiled at the feeling of her touch but craved more, you interlaced your fingers with hers and  brought her arm to wrap around your stomach causing her to pull you closer against her front.

She snuggled into you, taking in your scent and warmth. You turned slightly to face her and whispered, "I love you Natasha. I love you so much." She used her free arm to prop her up to face you, "I adore you my love. I love you too." She sent a kiss to your lips once more and when she pulled away you turned again to lay on your side and snuggled into her touch letting sleep consume you.

Natasha and you would talk in the morning but right now, nothing could be more perfect than this.

-2 months later-

Natasha slumped on the bed while still in her clothes. She was wearing formal pants and a red button down with a black tie that was slightly wrinkled now from the night. She lazily swiped through her phone while waiting for you to finish washing up in the restroom.

She heard the door click and glanced up from her phone quickly before taking a double take to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. As she placed her phone on the nightstand she sat up to sit on the front edge of the bed taking you in.

You were standing in the doorway of the restroom with a smirk on your face, the red lingerie you're wearing making your confidence go up. You bit your bottom lip and slowly walked towards her. You straddled her waist and leaned in to give her a passionate loving kiss. When you pulled back she said, "is this?"

"I'm ready," you whispered while placing soft kisses on her jaw and neck, "I'm ready to start trying again." You cupped her face in your hands while looking into her green eyes, "are you?"

This time, it was her turn to look into your eyes,  searching for any signs that you didn't want really want this, that you weren't truly ready but there was nothing but love and want. She slowly nodded and smiled, "I'm ready baby."

You smiled and passionately kissed her while starting to undo her belt. Natasha carefully grabbed you and placed you on your back, she took a second to stare into your eyes again causing you to chuckle, "what is it?"

She rand her hand up the side of your stomach causing you to shiver, "you're beautiful Y/N." She leaned down to start placing kisses on your collarbone, "you're so beautiful."

It was passionate and slow, you put everything into the kisses you would give her to let her know how much you loved her while she put everything in her deep long strokes, focusing on making sure you knew how much she needed you. She made sure to hold your hand as you came undone around her causing her to follow and finish inside you.

For the first time since the tragedy the two of you made love to each other.

-7 years later-

Natasha opened the door to the car and offered her hand for you to take. You walked hand in hand with her while crossing the street to enter the doors to the gym. While the two of you walked through the hallway, she placed a quick kiss to your cheek.

As you approached the table to pay to enter, Natasha let go of her hand to buy them. "for two please," she said while addressing the lady on the other end. Natasha payed the woman the money and motioned for you to give her your hand so the woman could stamp it. "Thank you," you said while starting to walk away. "No problems and congrats," the woman said motioning towards your stomach. Nat placed a hand on the small of your back to help lead you to the court.

You nodded in thanks and went to find a seat to watch your daughter's basketball game. As the two of your sat down, you searched for your daughter out on the court. The game had just started, thankfully Natasha and you didn't miss that much. As you look at the girls on the court you finally see your daughter, Hope, playing defense on another girl.

"Hope's in, I hope they win," you say to Natasha while pointing at her. Nat smiles and places her hand on your knee, "they have Hope, of course they're going to win." You laugh while watching the game play out. Hope quickly snatches the ball from a girl on the opposite team and starts quickly dribbling down the court and scored a layup. Natasha stands up and cheers for her causing you to laugh and smile wide at the image in front of you.

It's everything you've ever wanted. Your wife, your daughter, and a son on the way, nothing could compare to this.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

New works on ao3

Summary: You've never known this side of your life would ever flip upside down. Natasha x reader

warnings; blood, vampires

[midgardianweasley]

Where you are

Where you are.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After the Sokovia Accords go downhill, your girlfriend has to go on the run, leaving you behind and clueless.

Warnings: just angst ig??

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: @marvelwomenslut wanted some fluff, so it was only the right thing to do to write fluff with a hefty side of angst<3 also, sorry for not posting in ages, college stole all my attention, but I’m hoping to write more now that I've got more free time!! (p.s. briefly proofread)

Taglist and requests are open:)

It was a nice day to be at the Avengers compound today, it was raining heavily, but it was calming to hear the murmur of raindrops hitting the window in the background. You woke up this morning, if you could call it waking up, unsure of what term to use after a sleepless night, and immediately went to the compound gym to train.

You needed the distraction, and there was no better distraction than a punching bag. Or a dozen.

Everything had gone completely downhill since the fight over the Sokovia Accords. Rogers was off the grid, half of his team were imprisoned in the middle of nowhere, Tony shut himself off, basically, the team had fallen apart.

Your family, had fallen apart.

You could cope with it at first, harbouring some hope that everyone would be able to get on the same side had reassured you, surely if you could all survive alien attacks and robot armies, then a contract should be a piece of cake to figure out. Or so you thought.

After recruiting a few extra members for your team, including some sort of insect boy that Tony had found, you went to fight Rogers and his team. It did hurt you, not so much physically, but you couldn’t help but feel your emotions get the better of you when you stopped to watch everyone throwing punches and shooting god knows what. It couldn’t hurt as much as what it did now though.

From the very beginning, you’d always been on the same side as your beloved girlfriend, the infamous black widow, Natasha Romanoff. When she was helping Rogers find the Winter Soldier and Fury faked his death, you were right there to support her. In every battle the Avengers fought, you never let her out of your sight. You knew that she could defend herself and hold her own, of course she could, but that never stopped you hesitating occasionally to worry about her safety.

It’s because of that, that you felt your feelings were valid when you heard that she had gone on the run and was nowhere to be found. She’d gone on the run before, but you’d either been close behind her, or at least knew about it. This was the first time that you found out from some news reporter on the television, and you had to say, it sucked.

There were attempts to contact her, you knew that texts and phone calls were a long shot given that she went into hiding, but when Nick Fury couldn’t give you any more information than what the public had, you didn’t know what to do. What else could you do? Travel the entire world to find her? She could be anywhere, especially with her wide range of international contact. No matter how you felt towards the situation, towards her, your top priority was that she’s safe.

So, to avoid your brain creating fake scenarios that would only drive you crazy, you threw yourself into your training. Some days you’d wake up and feel too ache-y to even drag yourself downstairs to the gym, so you’d just lounge in the common area that was all too quiet for your liking. The room that was once filled with Thor’s booming voice, Banner and Starks mumbles about some science you never understood but you never had to, you’d be too focused on the woman in front of you to even pay attention, it was all gone. The room was dim, everything was turned off, you swear that if you tried, you could hear your own heartbeat.

You walked over to the fridge, helping yourself to some juice that you bought a few days ago, and when you picked up the carton, you could’ve sworn it felt lighter than when you last held it. But that was impossible, you were the only one here and there was only one other person who had the guts to steal your favourite drink. You didn’t allow yourself to humour the thought. Just a lapse in judgement, nothing else. It can’t be anything else.

Turning to place the glass on the counter, you grabbed the remote that was nearby to turn the tv on, not only to fill the silence, but lighten the room a bit. You didn’t really pay much attention, you just left it on whatever channel it was on and went back to what you were doing.

“Now I thought it was polite to offer your guest a drink.” A voice spoke from the couch.

You couldn’t tell if you just froze or jumped out of your skin. Potentially a bit of both. You didn’t need to see the face to know who it was in the room with you. You could pick that voice out of a million others. You knew it was her, your eyes immediately watering kinda gave it away. Still, you slowly turned back around, a figure you recognised all too well was illuminated by the light from the tv screen, but you could’ve been wrong, because the woman you knew had long red hair that was your favourite to braid, but this woman had hair you could only describe as shoulder length and platinum blonde.

She smiled a little, her hand coming up to twirl the ends of her hair.

“I know, it’s a pretty big change, but I think I like it. What do you think?”

You scoffed a little at her question, crossing your arms and doing everything you can to stop any tears from falling.

“Yes Nat, I love the haircut, you look amazing. Forgive me for not offering a drink, I seem to only have enough for one seeing as I’m the only one here.” You know your guard is up, so does Natasha, but you’re struggling to let it be anything else.

It doesn’t appear to put her off as she takes a few steps closer, still keeping the counter between the both of you.

“Well, you know what they say, sharing is caring, right?”

“Yes, right, just like how you so kindly shared your whereabouts with me? By your logic, it would appear you don’t care as much as you used to.” It was a slightly harsh comment, you knew that deep down, but all of the feelings you’d tried to repress over the weeks were starting to surface beyond your control.

“You’re mad.” She stated

“That’s one word you could use.”

She simply nodded, considering what to say next that’d let her remain in one piece.

“I never meant to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Hurt me?”

She nodded again.

“Is that what it’s called when everything goes to shit and you’ve been left alone with no idea of where the people you call family are? I knew half of Rogers' team had gone, I knew Tony had hidden himself away, not certain of where, but I knew they were as safe as they could be. Yet, the one person I care about most? nada. You were on the run. That’s it. That’s all I had. You could’ve been with Rogers, you could’ve been in space, God, you could’ve been dead! And I would’ve had no idea.”

“Y/N please, you have to understand-”

“No. No, I always understand. I’m always on your side, no matter what. You know I would’ve run with you. Did you not trust me? Is that it?”

“I trust you with my life. You know that.”

“I just- I don’t- God, I don’t know.” You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration, unsure of what to do. Were you being rational? It feels rational. You know she had to go, the Secretary of state had it out for her arrest. But did it need to be all or nothing?

Tears were falling steadily now, there was no use in trying to hide it. It was near impossible to hide anything from Natasha anyway. You didn’t know whether you wanted to cry, scream, fall into her arms, kiss and make up or offer her your juice so the conversation could be avoided altogether.

“My sweet girl, please. Please don’t cry.” She stepped forward again hesitantly, her hands slowly coming up to pull yours out of your hair, which you didn’t stop her from doing, honestly, you missed her touch more than what you had thought.

“I know it must’ve been difficult since the Accords, especially being alone. You have no idea how many times I picked up the phone to call, but they would’ve found me, or they would’ve involved you, and I wanted you as safe as you could be. Please believe me, I never wanted to put you through that.”

She was stroking your cheeks now, trying to stop the tears from coming, though they’re too fast despite her attempts. You sniffled, wiping your face as well, hoping it could help stop the crying.

“I really missed you.” You shrugged, but smiled for the first time in weeks. Trust Natasha to make that happen. “I was scared something happened to you.”

“Well I couldn’t let that happen when I’ve got my best girl waiting for me at home now could I?”

“Oh? Where is she?” You joked, mostly amused now.

It also seemed to amuse your girlfriend as she shook her head in disbelief with a smile. “You know exactly where she is.”

“And I know exactly where you are.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her so close to you that you weren’t sure there was going to be any breathing room left, but she didn’t seem to mind as you felt her hands on your back, holding you just as close.

“And you always will from now on.”

With that, you spent the rest of the day relaxing, putting the rest of the world on pause for a little while. For now, it was time for a catch up and making up for lost time.

@wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @gimaximoff @marvelwomenslut​ @wandas-lunchbox​ 

[dnvrsmedia]

beefy!nat being obsessed with her being stonger than you. i mean to the point where she goes out of her way to make things harder for you just so she can swoop in and save the day. peanut butter jars? screws those babies on so tight. hell, any thing that has to be screwed on she makes sure to use her herculean strength.

she’ll never admit it but she loves to be needed. something she loves to admit is that she loves to hear you beg. she’ll stand over you with her smug little smirk as you’re whining for her. In bed and in your daily life.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Moulin Rouge

Warnings: First Meetings, first kiss, performance art, ocean

Word count: 0.9 K

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Natasha and Y/N meet on a small boat, where Y/N went to perform a Moulin Rouge song.

Requests: OPEN

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"Can I sit here?"

The woman with big eyes stopped staring at her plate, to focus her eyes on the red-haired woman who was speaking to her.

"Sorry?"

"What if I can take the seat next to you?"

"Oh sure"

The other woman sat down and quickly pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one and offering some to the girl next to her, who promptly declined and fell silent.

"I'm Natasha, by the way," the woman took a deep drag, without taking her eyes off the girl with large gray eyes, "what's your name, sweetness?"

"Y/N. my name is Y/N"

"Y/N," she repeated sensually, "you're not from around here, right? I'd remember a pretty face like yours"

"No, I came to perform in the musical"

The ship "El Coral" set sail every night, giving a great tour of New York with a great party and different musical works every day. Today they were presenting "Moulin Rouge!".

"A great show tonight; by the way, great interpretation of Satine, you have a… born sensuality"

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Y/N scoffed as she took one last sip from her glass.

Natasha was a little surprised by the smaller woman's direct question, but she just let out a light laugh and took a drag on her cigarette again.

"My, it seems that I underestimated the lady"

"You are not the only one

"Sorry if I bothered you. I can go… "

"No, I like it." Her blue, almost grayish eyes rested on the figure of the redhead; a woman with fiery red hair, pale skin, taller and older than her, with deep eyes, like emeralds, that made Y/N's stomach turn "you're very pretty"

"I can say the same about you"

The conversation was interrupted when the captain announced the ship's arrival at the marina dock, causing Y/N to quickly start gathering her things, until Natasha's hand stopped her.

"Do you want to come with me? I know a place where we can have fun."

"Of course"

——————————————————————————— 

Both women laughed and drank at a bar on the boardwalk. Y/N laughed at Natasha's sweet and loud laugh, while Natasha laughed at Y/N's innocence

"If you don't know who Nicole Kidman is, how did you act in 'Moulin Rouge!' tonight?"

"I've seen that play more times than I'd like to count, with some pretty good actresses and with others… who, I hope, are in good health" Y/N discovered that she loved making Natasha laugh

"How do you know they're good?"

"Because her performance touches your heart. A good actress conveys the emotion she plays, it can be disgust, repudiation or love, and I only saw love in those girls"

"How cheesy"

"Shut up!" Both women laughed again, until the air was completely expelled from their lungs.

"What is your biggest dream?" Natasha asked, looking at the horizon.

"I don't know, what's yours?"

"I would like to find love, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, I just want to find someone who loves me, who I can turn to on my good days and who doesn't run away from me on my bad days." . I want true love."

Y/N kept thinking, that woman had told her, her deepest desire, regardless of how little time they had known each other, and even if she saw her cry; if she could trust her, what was stopping her?

"I don't want this to end" Natasha looked at her strangely, still trying not to shed tears "My greatest wish is that this night never ends"

"Oh honey, I know I'm wonderful, but you don't have to lie to me."

"No, I'm serious, I don't want to return to my reality after this"

"What could be worse than talking to a woman who is failing at flirting?"

"Do you promise that if I tell you my secret, you won't run away, or try to tell someone else?"

"I promise"

——————————————————————————— 

The sun began to rise, announcing a new day for Natasha and a return home for Y/N, who sadly enjoyed her last minutes on the beach, walking in silence with Natasha.

"When are you coming back to the compound?"

"Today at noon, it's a long way from here to the capital" Natasha joined their pinkies, trying not to bother Y/N "When can I see you?"

"I'll wait for you" Y/N took Natasha's face in her hands, forcing her to look at her "I'll go out every day, I'll get on the stupid ship with the desire to see you again. No matter how long it takes, I'll always wait for you." She planted a kiss on her lips, light as a feather, but with enough power to start a river of tears in those green eyes, with which she had fallen in love.

The alarm on Natasha's phone sounded, signaling the inevitable end of their affair.

"I promise to return as soon as possible, I won't keep you waiting long."

"Don't worry, I could wait a hundred years for you."

With a slight movement, Y/N unbuttoned her dress, leaving her completely naked, leaving a puddle of clothes at her feet, and thanks to her long legs, in a few steps she reached the sea to dive into it.

Natasha saw the shiny tail disappear almost as if in a trance, not knowing if what she had experienced was reality or a fantasy, she didn't think it was possible to have fallen in love with a mermaid; call a siren for her, for her to love and possess.

Note:

I'm so busy with school, I should be starting my essay and not uploading this... But here I am. In fact, Mexicans know that today is the anniversary of 2 earthquakes, and there was a slight one in my city (nothing serious) but, until recently, I have internet...

Anyway, I left you a little story that I made for my class, but I liked it so much that I wanted to share it

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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[squippy360]

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader x Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanova

requested by: @delicateaestheticwritingmugCw:(Powerbottom!Natasha, Carol, and Wanda. Sub!M/n, spanking, blowjob, thigh riding, eating out, voyerism, squirting, reader in in highschool and 18, twink reader,punishment)

I was at school avoiding class. I knew how much trouble I would get into when Wanda and Natasha found out but I couldn't help it. Someone told me that they would beat me up if they saw me in class and I'm scared of confrontation. 

I was hiding in the bathroom until school let out. Once I heard that bell, I peeked out before bolting out of the school. I ran all the way to the tower, adrenaline kicked up because of how scared I was. 

I got to the lobby and used my card, taking the elevator up to the floor where I knew everyone would be. 

'Maybe if I explain myself I'll avoid punishment." I thought as the elevator door opened. I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. 

Wanda had used her magic to trap everyone on the couch. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Peter, Thor, Loki, Stephen, Bruce, Pietro, Scott, Vision, and Sam. Everyone was there. 

I stiffened when Wanda, Natasha, and Carol looked over at me with a malicious smile. I stayed away but before I could run, Wanda trapped me too, forcing me to come closer. 

"You've been a bad boy trying to skip school." Wanda said, gripping onto my arm. I winced a bit but stayed quiet, knowing it would only make things worse. I just nodded and accepted my fate. 

They yanked my clothes off exept my socks, which I begged them keep on, and tied my arms and legs, showing me off to eveyone. I was bent over the desk as my ass facing everyone. I let out whimpers and struggled against the restraints and gasped when I felt a smack on my ass. "Stop moving. Your being punished." Natasha said. 

I squirmed a bit and pressed my thighs together. "You've been a bad boy~" Natasha growled and spanked me 3 times. 

I let out whimpers as I heard some of the guys groan quietly from the couch. "Now we have got to punish you infront of eveyone." She groaned and spanked me 4 more times. 

I felt so hard and turned on. I rutted against get lap and that earned me another 6 spanks. "Did. I. Say. You. Could. Move." Natasha growled, spanking me after each word. I let out a cry as I came right on Natasha's lap. 

I started crying, not only from pain but pleasure and embarrassment as well. My cock was so hard it started to hurt. "I'm sorry Daddy! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I came early! I promise I'll be good for you Daddy~ I promise~ I won't run of anymore! I'll be a good little boy!" I cried out. 

Natasha soothed me by running her hand softly over my red cheeks and saying 'Shhhhh it's ok. You did good.' I could hear light moaning and growls coming from the boys behind me. 

I gasped as I was flipped onto my back. Natasha and the others got naked but left their shirts on. Carol sat on my face as Natasha began to ride my cock. Wanda rode my thighs. 

I sucked off Carol, squirming and rutting into them, wanting to pleasure them as much as possible. 

They praised me. I felt kind of embarassed and happy that all the attention was on me. I was practically shaking with excitement about the while thing. 

The others where practically timing the couch, squirming and letting out fustrated noises. Tony, Steve, Bucky, Scott, Clint, Stephen, Pietro, and Sam where watching closely. Vision, Peter, Thor, Loki, and Bruce where looking down at their lap, embarassed ( slightly ashamed in themselves) and silently squirming. 

I licked and sucked at Carol faster, wanting to make her cum on me. I was so desperate for them. 

Natasha came first, squirting on my cock and was followed by Wanda who's liquids spread across my thighs. Carol threw her head back and came in my mouth. I licked it all up and sucked it out. 

They pulled off of me and jerked me off. I let out high pitched moans and came, cumming all over their faces. I layed ther for a bit, panting and squirming in pleasure. 

As Natasha gor up to get a warm towel and wiped me off, Wanda took of the bing spell and the 3 of them left with one single sentence. 

"Have fun boys~" They said with a giggle and went to go and clean up.

[leclercstarrs]

ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ - ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ

in which natasha needs your comfort.

Your girlfriend is constantly plagued by her past trauma, always waking up in a cold sweat after a nightmare. You’re used to comforting her, rubbing her back until she falls asleep. It’s not always easy, as she has a tendency to push people away during hard times. She feels like she needs to be strong for you, for everyone she loves.

You stumble into the house, tired from training. “Natasha! I’m home.” You call out, putting your gym bag on the table and letting out a sigh. You walk into the living room, the scent of peanut butter luring you towards the couch. “Nat?” Your eyes widen as you notice Natasha eating a sandwich, packages of food surrounding her. Her eyes are clouded with tears, she looks exhausted. “Are you alright?” You pick up some of the packages and put them on the coffee table, your girlfriend sitting up to make space for you. “I’m fine.” She half smiles, “Let’s watch a movie.” She adds. You oblige, wanting to cheer her up. You sit there in silence, staring at her as she watches the movie. A tear falls down her cheek, her chest slowly rising and falling. “Nat.” You exhale, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. “I’m fine.” She shakes her head, “Are you sure? I’m here for you.” You frown, “Can we just watch the movie? I don’t feel like talking.” She grabs the remote, “Yeah, sure.” You rest your head on her shoulder. “Do you want me to make some popcorn?” You ask her, your girlfriend nodding in response. “Alright.” You let out a small laugh, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen. “Extra butter?” You yell, “Yeah!” Natasha replies. You start making the popcorn, humming to the movie’s opening soundtrack. “Don’t burn it!” Nat laughs, “Shut up.” You scoff. Natasha uses humour to distract herself from her pain. You aren’t complaining though, it works for the both of you. She feels better and you feel better when you know she’s alright. Natasha might not want to open up to you now, but you know she eventually will.

[alfiikae]

Is it weird that I wanna bite as in nom-nom munch scarlett johansson's arms? Specifically, the biceps. It's not even muscle-y or anything. Toned? Maybe, but in most pictures I have seen it doesn't really show unless it's for her playing as Natasha Romanoff. Do I have to say anything else? I have nothing left to say. Bye.

[romanoffshouse]

*nudging Natasha awake at 2 a.m.*

Y/N: Do you like me?

Natasha: I MARRIED YOU

Y/N: yeah, but did you marry me as a friend, or as a wife?

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Trust Me

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)

Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!

You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.

Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.

Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.

When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.

After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.

You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?

‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.

But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.

Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.

You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.

The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.

Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.

You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.

The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.

As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.

“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.

You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”

She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”

You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.

“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.

You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.

Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.

“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”

Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.

“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.

For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.

“Since we left the states.” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”

You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.

“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”

Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.

“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.

“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”

You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.

The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.

“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”

You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.

“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”

“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.

“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.

“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”

Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“Nat, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”

So you did.

Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.

You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.

“Nat, I don’t think—”

“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”

“I do, but—”

“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”

“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.

A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.

The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.

Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.

After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.

She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.

“Told you to trust me.”

~ end ~

[anonymouslywriting22]

Shut Up and Feel Me

Summary- As you go through the stresses of your life, Natasha helps relieve some of that stress in the best way possible.

Warnings- Small smut, fingering (r receiving)

Staring at the ceiling as soon as you woke up from the little sleep you would get seemed to turn into a routine now. With everything on your mind, a simple night and morning seemed unusual to you. “How long have you been awake,” Natasha breathed out as she awoke from her slumber and stretched.

You checked the clock, seeing as it was now nine in the morning, you have been awake for three hours, doing nothing but staring at the damn ceiling, stuck in your thoughts. “I barely woke up,” you lied through your teeth.

Natasha turned towards you and examined your face, she the eye-bags you had and immediately knew you were lying. “You’re not very good at lying to me and those eye-bags gave you away very quick. What’s on your mind?”

You immediately started your ramble on the stresses you’ve been having to deal with all week, “Wanda is pregnant. My 17 year old sister is pregnant! And in any other circumstance that would be great but it’s a total nightmare right now because she’s way too young and the guy who knocked her up left her and I’ll be damned if I have to give up my life again to help raise it and then to top it all off Steve and Tony are on my ass to get back into the field and I just-“

Natasha cut you off by sending a passionate kiss to your lips. She started to kiss down your neck until you stopped her, “I don’t have time today I need to go handle all this shit before it blows up and-“

“Okay,” Nat breathed out while climbing on top of you and placing her left hand over your mouth, “you need to shut up and let me relieve your stress.”

“I can’t breathe,” you mumbled out while rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, well breathe out your damn nose then,” Natasha barked out as she began to kiss your neck. Her hand started to roam down your body as she whispered, “just be here with me. Just you and me, okay.”

You nodded as you started to give into her, shocks running through your body at her touches. She got to your clit and lazily rubbed it through your panties causing you to let out a muffled moan. Nat slipped her hand inside and groaned once she felt how wet you were, she inserted two fingers causing you to slightly arch your back at the sudden intrusion. She leaned her head down to your ear and whispered, “can you feel me.”

You let out another muffled moan and slight nod as she started to pump them in a slow but rough pace. With the combination of her hand on top of your mouth, her sucking on your neck, and her fingers inside you, you were already incredibly close to finishing.

She felt you clenching around her and smirked, she picked up her rough pace causing you to be a moaning mess. You felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten more and more until it finally burst, your body arched completely off the bed as you felt complete euphoria cloud your senses. Natasha groaned in your ear and she felt you finish, she started to slow down her pace as she helped your ride out your orgasm.

As you started to come down she slowly pulled out and licked her fingers clean while climbing off of you, she always loved how good you tasted. When you were brought back to the real world Natasha gave you a quick kiss while mumbling, “feel better?”

“Mhm,” you breathed out while capturing her lips for a passionate kiss. When you two pulled away she sat up and began to put her clothes on, “I’ll let Steve and Tony know that you don’t want to get back into the field yet and to leave you alone and as for your sister, just talk to her about how big a responsibility this is.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just gonna snooze for another five minutes and then I’ll be up,” you say as you turn on your side and close your eyes. Nat finishes putting on her shoes and turns towards you to see you already asleep. A smile appears on her face as she sees the good work she did. She places a kiss to your forehead before heading out the room to start her day.

[waltermis]

Isn't it both?

[star-xxx1]

Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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