#soft nat

[dannyboy-writes]

Just some III

so part three is here!! hope you enjoy Part 4 will be coming soon and that will most likely wrap it up // tags @unicorniusfallapatorius @automaticdinosaurtaco

You woke to a strained neck, and Natasha still sleeping on your shoulder. Her soft curls tickling your skin as she leaned close to you.

You managed to squeamish out of the couch without waking Natasha, then tried to quietly make breakfast.

Her face was calm and she looked peaceful, so you decided to go for a jog into town, thinking of stopping to buy a few pastries on the way back.

Natasha startled awake some time after you left, her head no longer rested on your steady shoulder, and her hand laid on her own leg.

The sun peaking slowly through the window as she got up and smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

She gazed around the room as you waltzed through the front door, a bag in your hand and a smile on your face, your hair a disarrayed mess.

“Went for a run?” She asked, looking at you intently.

“And brought pastries.” You smiled. “Just baked.”

You poured some juice and opened the bag, picking one up and savouring it, as Natasha leaned to pick one.

“We have a location today,” she told you while taking a bite.

“Sweet, when do we leave.”

“In a few hours, you can probably finish your second breakfast with ease.” She smirked.

You raised an eyebrow, “I see you enjoying my breakfast as well.”

“Of course.” She smiled before drinking the last of her coffee, and moving to the sink.

You both got ready before leaving for the direction headquarters had given you and you made sure to pack the rest of the pastries, to Natasha’s annoyance.

You drove to the location, going over the plan with Natasha on the way, and before you finished discussing the specifics, you got there.

Placing your gun in your holster, and straightening your bulletproof vest, you handed Natasha an earpiece, and put one on yourself.

“Okay, so, I’ll go to the front, and you meet him in the back. And done deal,” Natasha told you, placing a few knives here and there.

“Roger that, seems easy. Stay on coms, we’ll get this asshole.”

Natasha smiled, locking the car and heading to her spot, as you left for yours.

“Y/n, come in.” You heard through the comms.

“Nat, missed my voice already?” You teased.

“Jerk. No, I- I wanted to say it was good being on this mission with you. You know, when Fury assigned it to me I wanted to pass it on so badly, I- I guess I thought it would be hard being with you not being with you, you know?” She sighed, “I guess I didn’t want to face my choice of leaving you.”

You didn’t answer.

“It’s not that I don’t still love you. I just… I couldn’t risk my life on the job knowing I had you to go back to, I couldn’t be reckless anymore, and I thought cutting you out was the way to work better… But I was wrong.”

You didn’t answer.

“Y/n…”

“Tasha I- I’m in the middle of something,” you grunted, clearly struggling against someone.

“Going.”

She got there as you fought with the suspect, taking a hit to your nose and dodging a knife to your stomach.

You pushed him as she ran towards you and kneed him in the ribs, making him drop the knife, sending him tumbling towards a wall where Nat subdued him and placed him in cuffs.

You leaned over yourself trying to grasp for air, blood running down your nose, as Nat approached you.

“What a team, huh,” you groaned, standing up.

“You seem to have done the rough bit there, Rambo,” She told you, handing you a tissue for the blood.

“So you do watch movies!” You laughed, grimacing at the sting of your possible busted nose.

“Of course, I have a life too, you know.”

“Yeah, right. Oh, by the way I couldn’t hear anything you were saying, dipshit over there threw a fucking smoke bomb and fell over a car. Car alarms really don’t do anything other than annoy people.”

“They’re supposed to be annoying. So people intervene, you know.” She remarked.

“I don’t think anyone ever heard a car alarm and thought anything other than ‘someone please shut it off’,” you shrugged. “Anyways, what did I miss?”

Natasha’s eyes widened. “Oh, nothing important. I just don’t believe you have an Elvis’ mark on the ceiling.”

“Are you calling me a liar, Romanoff?” You asked with fake hurt as she shrugged.

“You tell me.”

After some time, Fury’s agents came to get the suspect and take him off your hands, and you two went back to the house as you and Natasha both decided it was better to call today off, and head to sleep.

Your head ringed still from the hit, a slight monotone pitch interrupting your sleep, and a sting over your now bandaged nose. Annoying, more than worrisome.

A soft knock pulled your attention off the headache, and suddenly Natasha’s face peaked through the ajar door. Lit by the moonlight coming from your window.

“Hey…” She said, timidly.

“Nat? What is it?” You lifted your back, resting on your elbows.

“No- Nothing. It’s stupid, sorry. I shouldn't have woken you.” She rambled.

“Hey, no, I wasn’t sleeping.” You assured her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither, my nose burns.” You chuckled.

“No.” She sighed. “I can’t sleep without you, y/n.”

Your eyes widened as Nat gazed down.

“Since when?”

“Always.”

You smiled sadly. “Come in.” You patted the bed beside you. “You need to rest, you’re tired.” You added when she didn’t move from the door frame.

Slowly she made her way to the bed as you moved to the side, and she got in.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you told her, placing your arm behind her back, pulling her closer to you. Your hand moving idly through her hair.

At first she was tense, but she slowly fell into a slumber, steadying her breaths with your own as your hand traced lousy patterns on her head.

You focused on your hand’s movement, your eyes blurring in and out of sleep. With a last glimpse of Elvis’ figure over you before falling asleep with Natasha.

[natsarrownecklacx]

Reallyyyyyyyyy fluffy Nat x Reader fic coming out later tonight. (Just wanted some kinda domestic Nat content so I wrote some 😫)

[togrowoldinv]

Each Other

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You always know what Natasha needs

Note: it’s just some soft stuff. Enjoy!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Hey baby,” you say as you lean on the doorframe of Natasha’s home office.

She spins around in her chair and smiles up at you. You never tire of seeing that beautiful grin.

“Are you saying hi to me or the actual baby?” She jokes.

“Both of you.”

You walk further into the room and make grabby hands for your six month old daughter. Nat hands her to you, knowing she’s hungry and wants to see her other mom.

You kiss her forehead and hold her against your shoulder. She presses her head against your neck and whines softly.

“I know, sweetheart,” you coo, trying to soothe her a bit. “Are you coming, Mama?”

“Soon,” Nat replies. “I need to finish up a few things.”

“Don’t take too long please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You share another smile with your wife and leave to go feed your baby girl. The process takes a while, but the bonding is very much worth it. She is ready to burp by the time Natasha makes it to her nursery.

“Let me do it,” she says. “You’re still work clothes and we both know this girl will spit up all over you.”

“Thank you, honey,” you reply. She usually makes fun of the pet names but today she doesn’t say anything.

She helps the little girl burp and does in fact get covered in spit up in the process of doing so.

“You okay?” You ask her.

“Oh yeah, I love being covered in this,” Nat says dryly, but not seriously.

You take Ali back and feed her more. Nat sits on the arm of the rocking chair you’re sitting in.

“No, I mean are you okay?” You ask, placing a hand on her thigh. “You haven’t teased me about the pet names since I’ve been home today.”

“I know,” she says. “I think I’m too exhausted. I’m sorry.”

Her voice sounds distant and worse for wear. You hate seeing her like this.

“Hey, come on baby tell me what’s going on,” you say. “It’s just me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Natasha,” you warn. She knows she needs to just be honest. You already can tell something is off with her.

“The team needs me to go on a mission,” Nat admits.

“Oh.”

“And I know we discussed me having a whole year of desk work once Ali was born,” Nat continues. “But this one is just out of my control. I’ve been working overtime to try and figure a way to get the intel I need without going.”

“But it’s not working,” you finish for her.

“No it’s not,” she agrees. “I’m so frustrated.”

“Natasha, you can’t always fix everything.”

“But I want to,” she says unreasonably.

“I know, baby. It’s going to be okay.”

You lean your head against her arm. It’s the best you can do for now as you juggle an eating baby in your arms.

Ali finishes and Nat takes her back into her arms. You go to the living room to sit together. Nat puts Ali in her play chair.

You two sit together and watch her giggle and play.

“Call Steve and the team,” you say after a few minutes. “Tell them you’ll go on the mission.”

“But-“

“No buts,” you interrupt her. “I can handle baby girl. And you won’t rest until you’ve figured this out.”

“You know I love you, right?” Nat asks.

“And you know I love you, right?” You counter.

“It’s one of the few things I’m sure of these days,” Nat says.

“Come here, Natasha,” you say, holding out your arms for her to fully snuggle into.

You kiss her lips softly before she snuggles into your chest. You hold her tight for as long as she wants.

Everything will be okay as long as you have each other.

[mondstalgia]

💫 the natlouis cheek squish 💫

[tahliafox]

i saw your requests are open and im begging for a natasha romanoff x reader scissoring fic.. i've never seen anyone write this with her before and im obsessed with scissoring

That stupid dress

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based on request (tysm, scissoring makes me drool)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY,  Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, slightly innocent!reader.

Words: 1344

Her hands were all over you as soon as the front door slammed. Natasha twisted you in her arms and started kissing and nipping at your lips, desperately. Taken by surprise, you whined against her mouth and started kissing her back with as much desperation. Her tongue swiped harshly against the roof of your mouth, and she moaned at the taste of you.

Her hands moved to your waist and she gripped you, hard. Out of breath, she pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t…” her lips pressed their way down your neck, interrupting her own sentence. It was as if Natasha couldn’t get her thoughts together as her mouth opened, her forehead pressed against the crook of your neck and she almost sobbed in need. “Fuck, this fucking dress.” Her hands tugged at the red material and pulled it away from your body, for it to then snap back against your skin. You flinched, pressed your head back against the door and moaned loudly. 

A very obvious aching wetness pooled in your thin underwear, soaking through the bottom slightly, you were certain hers looked the exact same… maybe worse based on how she was acting. Natasha ran her left hand in between your legs, making her hand slightly moist with your arousal and then placed her right hand around your neck, choking you. 

“Mommy, wait.” You needed to breathe and find some piece of mind as the way Natasha had pinned you against the door and started groping you so quickly made your mind numb with want. Natasha intensely looked into your eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and she whined when you called her by that title. You pressed your hands against her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you, creating some space. Natasha’s strong hands immediately started reaching for you the moment she lost contact with your body but you held her wrists away.

“No, no, no.” Natasha whined and dropped to her knees, pushing her forehead against your thighs. You let go of her wrists and her hands immediately went to grip at your lower leg. Your eyes widened at how desperate she actually was. “Baby, please. Let mommy touch you. I need to love you. You just- fuck. That stupid dress. Mommy couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it off you all night.” Words kept spewing out of her mouth and she nuzzled against the inside of your leg. 

“Please, little angel. Let mommy worship you.” Natasha looked up at you with glazed over eyes and her thumbs kept rubbing back and forth on your calves, soothing you. Your hand went to brush her hair away from her flushed face and she melted into your touch. “Come on, princess. Let me love you. Mommy is so desperate and needy for her sweet girl. You’re always so good for me, let mommy be good for you for a change. I’ll do whatever you need, baby. Anything for my best girl.”

You managed to form a coherent thought and pulled her up to standing by her face. Your hands stayed on the side of her cheeks and she bent forwards to press her forehead against yours. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and quick, she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you and you pressed an innocent kiss against her nose and nodded. 

“Be gentle.” You reminded her in a meek voice. Natasha opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours.

“Yeah? You want mommy to be nice and kind to you? What else?” She questioned, her voice raspy and cracking in between words. 

“Want to sit on mommy's lap and kiss her, in the bedroom.” You carried on. Natashas hands went to your thighs and she picked you up, jogging up the stairs of your shared house. 

“Fuck- Please carry on talking to me, baby.”

“Can we, uhm.” Your voice went shy, you giggled and hid your face in her hair. Natasha squeezed your thighs and smiled at the sound of your laugh.

“Can we do what, angel? Come on, tell mommy. I'll do anything for you. I promise, anything. Tell mommy, quickly.” She kept walking towards your bedroom and then sat on your bed with you straddling her, her back against the headboard. Natasha coaxed your head away from her hair and rubbed her thumbs over your warm cheeks. You smiled at her and blushed harder when she started pressing kisses all over your face, not being able to keep her lips off of you. Her hands gripped the bottom of your dress and she hauled it over your head, leaving you in pretty lingerie.

“Oh- fuck, fuck, fuck.” Natasha whined and whimpered when she saw what you had on underneath your dress. Her hands immediately went to rub at your tits. When you moaned, let your head fall back and she rested her forehead against your chin and panted for air. “Please, little angel. Tell me, tell your mommy what you want. Oh shit, I need you so, so badly.”

“Want to rub against you.” It was almost too quiet, but she managed to work the sentence out and a sharp pain of arousal hit her.

“You want to rub against me? On my thigh… my stomach? You’ve got to be more specific, baby.”

“No.” you got frustrated. “I want to rub against you. Like on your, you know- parts.” Natasha came to a quick realization that you wanted to scissor her. “Fuck, sweetheart. Of course we can do that. Oh, mommy wants to scissor you so badly. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Her hands went to the back of your bra and she started kissing you with fervor, her tongue all over the inside of your mouth. When it slipped off your arms, she threw it somewhere in the bedroom and pushed you on your back. “Can mommy be on top? I love seeing my little girl so pretty underneath me. Such an innocent, lovely little angel. Mommy’s little angel, aren’t you? Please, baby. Please let mommy be on top. I promise to rub myself so good on your cunt.”

You nodded and she whipped your underwear off, then her own clothes. Her tits pressed firmly against you and she slowly pressed her cunt on yours. Both your and her mouths dropped open in pleasure, her arousal smearing all over your swollen clit. Natasha found your hands against the sheets and intertwined her fingers with yours, holding you closely.

“M’gonna start moving, baby. Fuck- gonna feel so good.” She moaned then immediately started grinding up and down over you. Her clit knocked against yours, every movement. Moans started to spew out your mouth and Natasha ducked her head to breath against your neck, smelling your sweet cherry perfume.

“Oh- yes. That's it, baby. You’re such a good girl letting mommy rub herself all over you like this. You're gonna smell so much of me.” her teeth nipped at your neck, marking you. “My girl. My sweet little angel. Fuck- i love you so much, sweety. So proud of you for lying still for me and taking this so well.”

Your stomach started growing tight and your eyebrows furrowed. “Mommy-” you interrupted her. She looked up at you, immediately giving you all her attention. “Gonna cum. Getting so close. Please don't stop.”

“Mommy is never going to stop. Ever. oh im gooing to cum too, feels so fucking good.” She grit her teeth and started humping you faster. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted out like a prayer. 

Your orgasm hit you like a brick and Natasha felt something wet splash against her cunt. She suddenly realized she made you squirt, then fell head first into her own orgasm at the thought. Your name left her lips in a scream. Natasha could no longer hold herself up, completely pressed against you and pathetically humping her hips onto you.

“Oh- fuck, fuck. Mommy is so proud of you for squirting like that. Jesus, fucking Christ. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

note: holy fuck, got a bit carried away. think this is my favorite fic.

[loomontoia]

Some doodle dump

[miniusbs]

Just a thought…

Avengers groups on vacation at one of Starks cabins. It’s late at night everyone has been drinking and they’re now all settled around the couches chatting, joking, and teasing each other. Reader is sitting in between Nat and Wanda. They are not a thing but Nat and Wanda (who are dating) are definitely interested in Reader. Anyways some how they get onto the topic of who out of the group is a bottom and who is a top. Reader is pretty fucking buzzed at this point.

Y/n : “YOU THINK I AM A BOTTOM???!? ME?!? I am the least bottom-ie bottom of all bottoms!.!. I AM the tippiest of all tops. —”

Everyone chuckling Wanda and Nat smirking

Y/n : “like please I am the teller of what is to be done. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can tell me THE TELLER what to do—”

Wanda : “oh yeah?”

Y/n : “uh huh (kinda slurred) no body (hiccup) can tell me what to do.”

Wanda : “Can you hand me my drink off the table sweetheart?”

Y/n : “huh? Oh yeah of course. Here you go. Now as I was saying —”

Wanda : “hand this to Nat for me.” (Gives them Nat’s phone)

Y/n : (passes the phone) “here you go Nat. Um where was I?” Looks at Nat for directions.

Nat: “you were saying how nobody can tell you what to do.”

Y/n : “Oh right, yeah you got to be crazy if you’d think I’d ever let somebody tell me what to do.”

Wanda : “go grab my bag off the table over there for me hun”

Y/n : “Okay, over here?” (get up and walks towards the table)

Wanda : “Yes, the black book bag with my red insignia on it”

Y/n : (whispers to themselves -“insign-who?” Searches and holds one up) “this one?”

Wanda : “Yes hun, that one. Now bring it over here.”

Y/n : (walks over and hands her the bag) “like I was saying - takes another drink - you will not find me underneath no one. Nobody can make me do anything or tell ME what to do. I call the shots around here.”

Everyone quietly dying laughing

Y/n : “I -hiccup- I wear the um strap in the relationship”

Nat : (leans forward) “Oh you do now?”

Y/n : “Y-Yes. Very much so. I stay strapped.”

Nat : “is that so?”

Y/n : “Yep”

Nat : (grabs the bag from Wanda and unzips it. She reaches down in and pulls out a red strap-on) “put it on then”

Everyone dying at this point while Nat looks so smug and readers eyes are bulging out of their head choking a bit on their drink.

Y/n : “well…well I mean..I…um”

Nat : “Come on Ms I stay strapped. Let’s see you put it on.”

Y/n : (grabs the strap then looks at Nat for direction)

Nat : “Go ahead..let’s see it”

Y/n : (has never put on a strap before goes to put it over her pants)

Wanda : “it’s upside down sweetheart”

Y/n : “right I knew that I was just checking it out.”

Y/n : (goes to step in it)

Nat : “you know that’s not where your leg goes right?”

Y/n : “oh yeah heh I was just getting my footing”

Y/n: (takes foot out then tries to put it in the right hole. Gets tripped up and starts to fall (drunk balance and all) and Nat catches them)

Nat : “here let me help” (Nat puts their legs in the right places and pulls it all the way till it’s snug. Wanda reaches over and pulls the straps tight to where it’s jostling y/n a bit)

Wanda: “there you go”

Y/n : ( their face is beet red with a little overly large red dildo hanging between their legs after being fussed over (slightly manhandled) to put in on by Nat and Wanda.

Nat : “as you were saying….”

[wistfulwatcher]

#source? #personal experience

[dontsearchformyaccount]

I would not have to say a word and she would understand

[rayandgay]

You call yourself Hia.

[dannyboy-writes]

Just some II

Its here!! i will make a part 3 ofc this isnt overr I haVe IDEAS now!!! so im working through themm... hope you enjoy it Also thankyou so much for the commentss

She was always up before you, you noticed.

There wasn’t one day that you rose and she wasn't already doing something, or having gone training, or to the market.

And it wasn’t that you got up late. Working in espionage made sleeping hours short and effective, and the sun shining brightly in your face made for a good stimulus.

But still, you got up, and she was already doing something else.

You got up to a warm smell coming from the kitchen, and the humming of a song through the walls.

“What smells so good,” you asked, walking into the room.

“Morning.” She smiled. “I made pancakes.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You said, going to get some coffee.

Putting the coffee pot to work, you leaned on the counter, “How early are you getting up, exactly?”

Natasha stopped mixing the pancakes, her face stoic, but worried. “Uh, just now, I guess. I don’t really know.” She panicked. “Why?”

“No, nothing, it’s just… I go to sleep and you’re here, and I wake up and you’re… Making pancakes,” you smiled.

“Oh, these are for me,” she joked. “I didn’t see you make any of them.”

You laughed, “Oh, shut up.”

You continued to make the coffee, dismissing her lack of answer nonchalantly.

The pancakes were too good to keep thinking, really.

After cleaning the dishes, you and Natasha headed to the surveillance spot, and you headed to the window, claiming the first watch.

A pair of binoculars, wooden boxes as chairs, a couple of canned beans and Natasha’s company was all you had. Good company.

Natasha watched you move positions for over an hour. You had started sitting as a normal person, and now she didn’t know which part of your body was more uncomfortable.

Your knee by your chin and your hand locked under it, holding the binoculars, as your head tilted to the side on occasion.

“Okay, my turn. Your slouching is stressing me out.” She held her hand out for the binoculars and you gave them to her, standing up with ease.

“I was comfy, but I’ll take it.”

You went to get a small ball from your backpack and slouched in a makeshift couch Natasha had piled up with boxes. Throwing it against a wall and catching it.

“Really?” she asked with an eyebrow up her forehead.

You smiled, “As much as I like waiting in silence and boredom, I like this more.”

She shook her head with a smile plastered on her face and continued looking out the window.

“You know, I bet I can throw and catch this ball for more time than you,” you proposed.

Natasha wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

Especially when your face shone with excitement, and your smile infected her own.

“Winner picks a movie tonight.” She offered.

“Oh it’s on.”

Hours passed and you continued the challenge, timers on each of your phones, as you kept surveillance.

“Careful there,” you told her from your spot on the window.

“Shush, I’m doing important work here y/n,” she said, throwing the ball once more as you laughed.

Her eyes widened as her fingers slipped, dropping the ball upon catching it.

You cackled loudly, turning fully to face her. “Looks like I get to pick the movie,” you teased.

“Looks like it.” She tried to look annoyed, but your laughter stopped her from acting too much into it.

Natasha showered first when you got back to the house as you focused your energy in making the food, to later switch roles.

“So, what will we be watching tonight,” she asked, grabbing a bite of food.

“I found a couple movies in a cupboard… It, Chucky, and Home alone.” You smiled. “Guess what we’re watching…”

“Not Home Alone again. Please.” She complained.

“Nat! Of course Home Alone, come on.”

She laughed picking up the dishes and setting them in the kitchen as you put the movie on, sprawling on the couch.

“Scoot.” She signalled you, sitting by your side as you moved.

The christmas in the movie infected the softly lit room, and you felt Natasha slowly rest her head on your shoulder.

Her hair still damp from her shower over your shirt, but you didn’t want to move away.

You felt her closer and closer to you, falling asleep, and after some time decided to follow her idea. Your mattress wasn’t much better than the couch, anyways.

She startled awake with the movie credits rolling down the tv, giving her enough light to see you sleeping soundly, your hand close to hers.

Your breaths steady and calm, and your eyelids moving slowly.

She thought of getting up and leaving to her room, but decided against it. Instead leaning into you some more, steadying her breaths with your own, and falling asleep too..

Part III

[asterwild]

Flame-breasted Fruit Dove (Ptilinopus marchei) from the Philippines.

[togrowoldinv]

Jersey

Beefy!Nat x Female Reader

You meet Natasha after one of her football games. She gives you her jersey and so much more

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, a lot of beef, oral (N receiving), being crushed by Nat’s thighs, thigh riding

Note: Yay beefy Nat football player smut. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You met Natasha by accident really. You’re a fan of football, so you jumped on the opportunity to watch the new team in your city play.

Although the team is mostly men, there’s a few other people who are on the team. Namely, Natasha Romanoff is the starting quarterback. And she’s one hell of a player.

You noticed in the first game that she has a perfect body and perfect red hair.

She’s led the team to victory multiple times this season. After the last game, you were cheering loudly and Natasha walked up to you in the front row.

“Hey,” Natasha said casually.

“Oh hi. Great game,” you told her.

“You’ll be here next week?” She asked. You nod. “See you then.”

And with that she disappeared back into the crowd of the team. You haven’t stopped thinking about her since then.

You get ready for the game. Your friend Kate goes with you and teases you relentlessly for cheering so loudly when Natasha makes plays.

“She’s the quarterback! Of course I’m going to cheer for her!” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, definitely not because you’re in love with her,” Kate replies.

“Stop,” you plead, feeling heat in your cheeks from lying.

The team sails to a victory. This time Natasha comes up to you at the stands and offers her hand. You take it and look at her confusedly.

“Come with me,” she says.

“Onto the field?”

“Yep. Come on,” she says, pulling you over the barricade. “Nice shirt.”

You look down at your team shirt and smile at her.

“Thank you.”

She takes you by surprise when she lifts her jersey over her head. Nat holds the jersey for you to put your arms and head through it, but too you’re distracted by her abs to realize what she’s doing.

“Seriously?” You ask her.

“It’ll look better on you anyways,” she says. “Forgive me for the sweat.”

She puts the jersey on you and smirks at the sight of you.

“Can I get a picture?” Kate asks. You forgot she was even here.

“Yes you can,” Natasha says.

She wraps her arm around you. The muscles flex against your body and your knees threaten to weaken. Kate takes the photo and sends it to you.

“I’m Natasha by the way,” Nat says as she steps back to face you again.

“Y/n,” you say.

“Y/n, would you like to see the facilities with me?” She asks. “If your friend is okay with you sneaking off, of course.”

“I’m more than okay with it,” Kate says. “I see a player of my own I’m going to talk up.”

With that, Natasha takes your hand and walks you towards the tunnel to the locker room. You’ve always wondered what it was like to go through these parts of the stadium.

Natasha tells you all about the different rooms around the base of the stadium. She shows you what areas she can.

“I’ll take you into the locker room, but I don’t know if everyone’s decent,” Natasha jokes as if her herself isn’t wearing little to no clothes since giving you her jersey.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” you say.

She opens the door and playfully covers your eyes. But there ends up being no one else in there.

“I guess the team got out quick today,” Nat reasons. “Here’s my locker.”

You see a photo of what looks like it could be Natasha’s family and her gear in the locker.

“This is amazing,” you say as you look around the room. Natasha just watches you with a smile.

“It’s got its perks,” she says. “The showers are probably my favorite area.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask.

“Mhm,” she says. “There’s a special area for the quarterback.”

“May I see it?”

Natasha looks you over before she decides on her answer. If you mean what you think she means, then she’s sure the ache between her legs will be satisfied.

“Follow me,” she says.

Natasha guides you through the locker room into another area. She closes the door behind her. To your right there’s a door that Natasha types a key code into.

“Right this way, ma’am,” she says.

You step into the room and take note of one shower head on the wall. On the other side of the room is a glass doored in area.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“A sauna,” Natasha says. “I only use it every now and then.”

You try to think of what to say next, but when you turn back to Natasha she is unbuttoning her pants.

“Sorry,” you mumble quickly, turning your head away from where she undresses.

“Oh, no I’m sorry, y/n,” Nat says. “I just thought maybe you wouldn’t mind me showering while we’re in here.”

“Oh,” you say. “I don’t know about just sitting here while you shower.”

“Would you like to use the sauna while I do it then?” She asks. “Or I can take you back to your friend.”

“No,” you say too fast. “I mean- yes the sauna is a good idea.”

Natasha smirks and turns the sauna on for you. She shows you where to put your clothes and where the towels are. Nat leaves you to it.

From the sauna, you can see the shower. She’s not as sneaky as she thinks she is. But Natasha knows that. She takes her clothes off and steps under the water.

You take your own off and wrap in a towel to sit in the sauna. Natasha’s ass catches your eye as she washes her body. You try to look away but you just can’t.

When Nat turns around, you’re sure your mouth hangs open. Through the fog of the sauna, you can see her perfectly toned abs, arms, and thighs. God, you want to be between those thighs.

Your thoughts run wild as she rubs the soap over her body. You swear Nat looks over to the sauna to see if are looking at her.

It seems like an eternity she takes to shower. Heat pools between your legs.

Natasha turns off the shower and wraps a towel around just her waist. Her chest remains on full display as she walks towards the sauna. You sit up straighter in anticipation.

“You okay in here?” She asks as she opens the door.

“I’m fine, yes,” you say, trying to keep your voice stable.

“Mind if I join you?” Nat asks.

You shake your head and she steps fully inside. Her wet red hair falls over her shoulders perfectly, but it’s not long enough to cover her breasts.

Natasha notices you staring at her chest. She sits right next to you. Her shoulder brushes against yours.

“You know you can make a move on me,” Natasha says. Her voice is deep, dripping with lust.

“I’m not really the type to make the first move,” you say. Your eyes flicker to her lips and back up to her eyes.

“Not even on your favorite player?” She asks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone if you do it.”

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

“You can do a lot more than that, y/n.”

You take her face in your hands softly and kiss her lips. Natasha lets you set the pace. It’s slow, sensual as you memorize the feeling of her lips on yours.

“Mmm,” she hums against your lips.

You could melt into a puddle at the sound. It encourages you to deepen the kiss. Natasha’s hands wander over your towel. She slips it down your chest and takes your breast in her hand. Her grip is strong and the feeling is intoxicating.

“Fuck,” she groans when you move your kisses to her neck. Your hot breath makes her grab your breasts harder.

“I want to taste you,” you say.

“Now we’re talking,” she says. You don’t see her face but you know she’s smirking.

You kiss down her chest and move to kneel in front of her. Your towel falls to the ground and makes the perfect place for your knees.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Natasha says, seeing all of you now.

“You’re so perfect,” you reply.

You move your hands over her abs, tracing every line. Natasha’s legs open wide when your hands grip her thighs.

You suck on her pussy and her thighs begin to squeeze around your head. You don’t care. You keep going and going and going.

“Fuck, y/n, fuck I’m close!” Natasha yells out. She bites her lip and groans when you lick her faster.

Within no time, Natasha comes hard against your mouth. She opens her legs again and you emerge from her thighs.

Nat grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you up onto her lap. She takes your lips in a searing kiss.

“So good,” she says. “You did so fucking good.”

The words cause the ache between your legs to become unbearable. You grind against her as you keep kissing.

Natasha’s hands come to your hips. She bites your lip and you groan. It hurts but only a little bit.

“If you’re going to do that, at least let me help,” she says firmly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says.

She moves your hips with ease. Her muscles do more than help her throw a football. Your pussy rubs against her upper thigh.

“Natasha,” you moan softly as she picks up the pace of your hips. You don’t even have to move. She has control.

“I want you to come, y/n. I want you to come all over my thigh,” she says. “Do it for me, sweetheart.”

Your hips stutter as you come against her. Natasha keeps moving your hips until you’re begging her to stop.

You fall against her and her arms hold you close. Natasha kisses your temple and lets you take your time to relax again.

“Are you good?” She asks.

“So good,” you say a bit dreamily. Natasha chuckles.

You sit back up and smile at Nat. You push a piece of her hair behind her ear. She blushes.

“Did you enjoy your tour?” Natasha jokes.

“I did,” you say. “In fact, I enjoyed it so much I think I want to come back next week.”

“I’ll have tickets for you,” she says.

“And another jersey?”

“Sure,” Natasha agrees. “I can get you one with your name on it.”

“I’d rather have yours,” you say.

Natasha smiles so brightly before she kisses you again. You two eventually get dressed and go out that night.

You never miss one of Natasha’s games after that day and soon she asks you to be her wife.

And that name on the back of her jersey ends up becoming yours too.

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Ready or Not, Here I Come - Mama!Nat x Daughter!Reader

Summery: Your mama, Natasha can’t find you during a game of hide and seek and gets slightly worried

Notes: ‘Calls’ as in shouting, I’m going to assume reader is too young to have a phone yet, loll.

Readers Age: 4 Years Old

Requests: Open

“Ninety-Nine... One-Hundred! Alright Malysh! Ready or not, here I come! Mama’s gonna find her little loon!” Natasha called out into the hallway of her section of the compound.

You both had just gotten back from spending the weekend at the Barton’s farm, over the weekend you had developed a love for the game of hide-and-seek from the two eldest Barton children.

So far this was yours and Natasha’s third game, and Natasha was just as into it as you were since she just could’t get enough of seeing your cheeky little grin or hearing your adorable squeal whenever she found you.

“Y/nnnnnn! Come out, come out where ever you are, манчкин.” 

Nothing.

Hm, you were learning fast. The first round you had come out of your hiding spot straight after she had called you, always being a child to answer when called so that you wouldn’t give your mama a scare.

Natasha made sure to make her steps heavy, knowing that you would giggle if you felt as though you were tricking her.

“Could my little Y/N/N be under the carpet?” She called out as she lifted the carpet gently. “Oh? She isn’t here!” She called out, pretending to sound shocked.

Although she was a little but when she didn’t hear a sound afterwards.

You were really getting good at this game. Clint had thought you well. She could imagine his words of ‘the student becomes the master’

“Ohhhhhh Y-NNNNN!” She sang. “Mama’s coming to find youuu.”

Nothing. Huh.

For the next minute Natasha played it the way she usually did, making silly little comments as well as looking at the spots where it was plain-fully obvious you weren’t hiding. But you were beginning to worry her by remaining quiet.

You were a quiet child, of course. But usually during games like this the more your mama called the more you wanted to run to her and make sure that she wasn’t actually worried, plus you loved the cuddles that you would receive.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?”

If you just giggles or let out a huff or something she would gladly keep pretending for another five minutes, but there wasn’t a peep out of you.

“Come on honey, Mama can’t find you anywhere. She gives up!” 

Natasha thought that that ought to do it. But it didn’t. Still not a sound. 

And due to having received a small dose of syrum during her time in the red room, her hearing was better than the average person’s, making it easier to hear around your’s and her’s apartment in the compound. Which helped whenever you had a nightmare or needed to get up at night due to a tummy ache.

Natasha was panicking now, switching into protective Mama mode.

She began to search all of your previous hiding spots where you had hid in perviously. But nothing.

She would have heard the door open if you went to go somewhere else in the compound.

“Y/N! Come on sweetheart! Why don’t we go find Uncle Thor? He and Loki just got back from Asgard, you love Uncle Loki!”

You did love Uncle Loki, he was one of your favourite uncles and if something wasn’t terribly wrong you would have zoomed over to her that very second from where you were supposed to be hiding.

“Malyshka please. Are you stuck? Do you need Mama to come get you?”

Natasha wandered aimlessly around the apartment, not entirely sure what to do. She didn’t want to leave incase you got scared if you came out of your hiding spot because she wasn’t there.

It wasn’t until she noticed a little pair of kids’ shoes sticking out from under the rack that she felt huge relief.

Natasha pulled a few of the coats to the side and smiled in relief and at the adorable sight in front of her.

You were fast asleep, your head resting on her slippers. 

She should have known how tired you would be. You had been running wild with the Barton kids all day, you had stayed awake the entire car journey back chatting away because you felt that if you fell asleep Natasha would be lonely, you had then played another two games while running around with Natasha. She’s surprised you hadn’t fallen asleep sooner.

After she quickly snapped a picture of you on her phone she put it away and went to softly pick you up, you were light, so it was no problem.

“C’mere sweet pea.” She murmured as you let out a small grunt.

“Mama.” You whined slightly.

“Right here Moye Serdtse.” She cooed softy as you lay your head on her shoulder. 

“Did I win?”

Natasha suppressed a laugh. You had won in scaring her if that’s what you meant, which of course it wasn’t.

She studied your red locks that you inherited from her, and said something that she had known since the day she she discovered your existence. “I won.” She said lovingly. She had won, she had won in life because she had you. What else could she ever need?

You huffed, not understanding what she really meant. “Next time I will.”

“Maybe.” Natasha chuckled. “Let’s go sweetheart, you can sleep in my bed.”

You smiled up tiredly at Natasha as she moved some hairs from your face. “Yes please, Mama.”

“I love you. Malyshka.”

“Iluvoo too...” You replied, half asleep on your Mama’s shoulder already.

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epilogue.

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im in desperate need for the first time saying “I love you” confession in the middle of soft sex with mommy Nat

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Little angel.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based of request (Thank you for sending it in <33)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Older!Natasha, Soft!smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, a tiny bit of angst but resolved very quickly.

Words: 1152

The front door of the house slammed shut and Natasha dropped her leather jacket on the sofa. You stood helplessly behind her, not knowing what to do with her sudden hostility. “That’s the last party you’re ever going to.” her voice was stern and she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. You parted your lips in confusion and then went to grab her hand. 

Before you could, she grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the kitchen counter, the marble digging harshly into your back. You whimpered and flinched away from her. “Mommy.” The whisper of her title coming out of your mouth in a broken curse made her falter and pull you into her completely, embracing you in her muscular arms.

“Oh, little angel. Mommys so sorry, she didn't mean to be so rough with you. I know you don't like that, it's just so hard for me seeing you with all those other people. Your mommy's little girl, no one else's, princess.” she whispered in your ear and stroked the back of your head. You wrapped your arms around her neck and gripped onto the collar of her shirt tightly, not wanting to let her go. 

She leaned down to grip the back of your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. Natasha moved quickly over to the sofa to sit down with you straddling her. 

“They are my friends, mommy. Of course I'm yours.” you leaned back to bring your hands up to squish her cheeks together and pressed a soft kiss onto the tip of her nose. The confusion in your voice made her heart swell.

“My sweet little princess is too innocent to understand the intentions of those mean guys you were talking to. They didn’t want to be your friend, baby. They wanted to steal you away from mommy.” she pressed her forehead against yours and your blood started thumping in your ears, the head from your cheeks making her smile and chuckle softly. 

Her soft lips met yours and you melted completely. “Mommy’s little angel.” you murmured, however it came out broken and muffled as Natasha didn't stop attacking your lips with short pecs.

“That's right, lovely. You’re mommy's little angel and you always will be.” she took your bottom lip in between hers and nipped lightly. She started kissing you properly and you moaned into her mouth. No matter how much you got used to how good of a kisser she was, it always made a sweet pool of arousal form in your panties. 

Her tongue pushed in between your lips and started exploring your mouth, swirling around yours. Gaining some confidence, you sucked on it timidly when she opened her mouth again. This took Natasha off guard and her hand tightened on your waist. 

She then slowly moved her right hand up to your tit and started groping you through your dress, which had slid up your thighs and was now bunched around your waist. Her other hand went in between your legs and started massaging your inner thighs sensually. You moaned and grit your hips against her belt buckle, feeling the mettle hit your clit. 

Natasha pushed her lips harder against your mouth, forcing you to lean back slightly. Getting what she wanted, Nat twisted you around so you were lying flat on your back on the sofa with her now straddling your waist.

You gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before taking in a desperate breath. “Mommy?” she nuzzled her nose against yours.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell mommy what you want.” she panted hotly and licked your cheek in desperation.

“I love you.”

She froze. That was not what she thought you were going to say. After a few moments, tears started to pool in the corner of your eyes. Did she not love you back? Was it too soon? Thoughts swam around your mind and ate at you from the inside. 

By the time Natasha got herself together, tears were fully streaming down your face and you were hiccuping small breaths. You pushed at her shoulders to get out from underneath her and started mumbling out incoherent apologies. 

“M’sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to say it early. I'll take it back, please don’t leave me. Please, please, please, please-” you shuffled back on your bottom to lean your back against the coffee table, then pulled your knees into your chest and buried your face into them, sobbing. 

Natasha’s mind seemed to snap and she immediately got off the sofa to sit in front of you. Gently, she took your hands in hers and squeezed them. “Fuck, little angel. Mommys sorry for freezing up on you like that. Please look at me, baby.” you didn't move your head and started sobbing louder, she still hadn’t said it. “Angel, look at mommy.” her voice went stern and your heart felt like it was going to crumble. You brought your head up to look at her.

“Mommy loves you so much.”

The words didn’t sound real at first. Your sobbing stopped and she beamed at you.

“Oh, baby. I love you. I love you more than you know.” the dam broke and she pulled you into her. “C’mere, angel face. Let mommy show you how much she loves you.” She placed you softly onto the carpet and pulled your dress over your head. “Can you say it again for me sweetheart? Come on, be a good girl for mommy.” Natasha pulled her own slacks and underwear off, along with yours and started grinding against you.

“I love you, mommy.”

Her movements sped up and her slick started to smear all across your own cunt, mixing with yours. Short breaths were coming out her mouth in sharp moans and she collapsed forwards in desperation to press her forehead against yours. Soft hands kneaded at your tits and yours dug into her firm shoulders.

“I'm so close, baby, you're doing so well for me letting me love you like this. Tell me you love me again.” you did exactly as she asked, over and over again.

Her incessant grinding against your cunt started getting sloppy and you moved your hands to her hips. She cooed. “No, sweets. You're too little to help mommy get off. Just lay there and let me love you, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, making mommy so proud of you.” she licked a bold stripe up your neck and nipped at it harshly, creating a mark. “You're all mine to love, angel.”

“Just- fuck. Just yours mommy. Only yours too love.” you confirmed with a moan.

She flexed her legs around yours and bit your shoulder with a scream as you fell over the edge together. 

“Thank you, mommy. Thank you for loving me.” your soft voice made her heart beat a little faster.

“Always, little love. Mommy's always going to love you.”