#top!natasha

[wandasfifthwife]

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natasha romanoff x fem!reader

tw: SMUT MDNI, top!natasha, bottom!reader, dom/sub elements(dom!n & sub!r), restraint kink (n in handcuffs), slight age gap (4 years), very slight tiny bit of plot (beginning summary), established relationship (married), natasha is packing, strap is called her “dick,” strap in v (r receiving), lotus position, marking kink, overstim if you squint, kitchen floor sex, not proofread!

a/n: 1.3k words of smut!!

It’s not fair.

Natasha had come home one night, greeting you with a kiss. You had reached for her shirt and tilted your head to kiss her again. It wasn’t long before she had you pressed into the counter, careful of the stove beside you. That’s when she wasn’t playing fair. Mumbling against your lips about how she wants to fuck you before the retched ringtone interrupted her.

She’s since been busy with work calling her in what felt like every few hours. It’s because of the latest mission concerns her, almost infecting her like an addition with how often she’s gone.

You both have careers, but comparatively, hers is more demanding, forcing her to be flexible. It also forces her to give up time with you, sometimes having to leave during her time with you; Time she said that’ll be left alone, sacred for the two of you only to share. She had you laid on your back, cold fingers sliding under your shirt. In that moment you really believed you wouldn’t get interrupted. Judging by how she was taking her time, she did too.

“Need you, please—I need you, please.”

She shushes you, raking her nails down your waist, “take your pants off for me.”

You’ve never been quicker, fingers untying the string in a hurry to push them down your legs. She surged forward, lips finding yours and hands tugging your hips closer to hers.

A whine tumbled from you, grinding down onto her thigh.

“Oh, feels so—“ you stop halfway, feeling your heart drop into your stomach at the sound that had filled the air. She didn’t seem to care, rubbing your cunt down onto her clothed thigh.

“I have to answer my phone,” she whispers, pushing off you.

“What?”

She slides to the edge of the bed, reaching to get ahold of her phone from her back pocket. Already the sheets felt colder, missing her warmth. You just missed her, entirely too much. Your fingers are boring and underwhelming after using them for the past week.

When you had gotten married, ceremony held four years ago, you had spent more time together. It’s only been this year that she’s been away more than she’s been home. Even in the years before—during the get to know you and dating stage—she was around then. You understood why, but also why was she giving her attention to her job and not you?

“Sorry,” she leans back on one hand to place a kiss on your shoulder, “I’ll be back, this shouldn’t take long.”

Her statement turned out to be false, but it was nice to be lulled into a false sense of hope. Neither are actually nice, but you‘re thankful she came home safely and before two AM. The kitchen was warm, remnants of what you had just finished baking remaining.

“What’s all this for?”

“Work event, required to bring a dish in.”

She hums, “how many are you making?”

“This is all,” you gesture, “I finished like twenty minutes ago, I think.”

“Well it smells nice, I’m sure they’ll love it.”

You thank her, struggling to fight off the laugh as you wait for her to turn around. She was taken aback when you snatch her wrists, the click sound of them latching shocking her. You’re laughing despite the look she was giving you, despite the way she kept backing up when you got closer.

“No, don’t— why?”

You’re laughing, finally able to lean your head onto her shoulder, “so you can’t answer this.”

She looks pissed when you set her phone on a platform she can’t reach for; the surface too high in comparison from where her arms were kept. Hugging her now felt weird, a phantom sensation forming to compensate for the lack of hands wrapping around you.

“It’s been long enough.”

“It’s only been a minute, let me have my fun.”

She rolls her eyes but it’s all for show. Her smile growing at the sound of your amusement.

“I haven’t heard much from you.”

“I’ve been meaning to, just haven’t had the time.”

A pout forms on your face, “I know and it’s sad, I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you too, not these antics.”

You laugh again, cupping her face to pull her into a kiss. Her lips are chapped from the cold, the sensation of it feeling all too similar to home. The look in her eyes after she bit at your bottom lip was enough, the two of you ending up on the kitchen floor.

Her back was against the cabinet door, shirt slowly ridden up from when she slid down onto the ground with you in tow. Your legs were straddled over hers, chest bare and pressed into hers. Your head was tilted back, a shaky gasp escaping you when she kissed that spot on your neck.

“Grind on me,” she says gently, adjusting her hips forward. With your hands on her shoulders, you adjust your hips so they hover over hers, moaning when you feel her press onto your clit.

“Oh! You’re—?”

She doesn’t say anything but her upturned grin gives her away. You’re circling your hips with a whimper, begging her. You were soaked, every press of her against you pushed you further towards your high already. The second she gives the green light, you’re unbuttoning her pants.

“Spread your legs more,” she emphasizes her words by jerking one knee up to hit the underside of your thigh. The ground hurts your knees and you’re sure bruises are forming, but you’re too worked up to care.

“Can I? Please—I need you.”

She nods, eyes trained on your face and how it contorts in pleasure once you’ve begun to sink down onto her length. You struggle to take the entirety of her dick, two inches laying untouched.

“I cant—ah!—I can’t.”

“Shh you can—just relax, you’re too tight.”

She was right. Once you’ve focused on her, your walls greedily took every inch in. Your mind was a mess, fuzzy and overstimulated pushing you to only think about her. She’s quiet, nosing at your neck and breathing heavily at how her strap presses against her clit with each downwards thrust of your hips.

Nails press into the back of her neck from how tight you’re holding onto her. The wet sounds of where the two of you collided was entirely too much, and you wanted more. The sound decidedly much better than her phone ringtone that you’ve grown to recognize after the first note.

“Fuck,” you curse breathily, bottoming out to grind her length, feeling her brush against your walls. With the jerk of her hips, it brings her to press against the spot that makes you feel like you’re going to black out. Your finger swirling your clit moves faster, pressure building in your stomach.

She’s leaned her head against the cabinet, attention shifting between your face, tits, and where she’s completely shoved inside you. It’s a mess between her thighs, mind melted with each movement and sound you make.

When your sounds pitch higher, less control over them and sounding raw, she knows you’re close. You’re squirming on her lap, pace sloppy and messy as you reach your climax. It’s beautiful watching your lips drop open in a silent scream, body shaking on top of hers. You kiss her, moaning into her mouth.

“Love you,” you murmur, body relaxing into her.

“Love you more.”

The both of your heavy breathing fills the air as you reach for the key to unlock the cuffs. They fall to the ground with a solid clang. Her hands slide under your thighs, pushing you close and lifting you. You’re on another dimension, thankful she’s in a clearer state than you to get you two off the ground.

“Where’d you get the handcuffs?”

“Don’t remember,” you say into her shirt, excitement growing between your legs when you realize she’s taking you to the bedroom. The door shuts behind you, leaving her ringing phone in the kitchen.

[marvelobsessed134]

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Wanted to write a smut with mermaid!reader but literally didn’t know how (where the fuck is a mermaids pussy?), so while I don’t read dom!reader fics, @Sytoran ‘s fic helped me find a way to write mermaid smut. Loosely inspired by her fic as well. 🩷🧜‍♀️ I wanted to add a forced blowjob but decided not to, wanting this to be a sort of soft dark fic. However if you want part two let me know.

Pairings: Dark!Natasha x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

Warnings: smut, Nat has a dick but doesn’t use it lol, dark themes, dub/con, dom!natasha, sub!reader, kidnapping, fingering, praise, and I think that’s it.

Summary: you wake up to find yourself in a tank at the avengers compound

You woke up on a rock. Your vision hazy, you looked around. It looked like the ocean, but didn’t feel like it. Felt too…artificial. Especially with the very plastic looking brightly colored plants. A couple fish swam about but that’s the only thing that feels real. You decided to shakily get up, and you started to swim fast to the right side only to be hit with the thick glass of the tank. You winced at the feeling, watching some blood leave your nostrils.

You looked outside to see the dark grey walls. The only things lighting up your enclosure were the lights hanging on the ceiling above the surface.

Your heart rate picked up. Where were you? And most importantly, where was your family? Your mother and sisters would be worried about you by now. Your father, lord knows what he’s doing right now.

You started to hyperventilate, backing into one of the hard artificial coral reefs, and you began to cry.

Then, you heard a sound. The sound of a voice. “Here little mermaid, come out come out wherever you are…” the sickly sweet raspy voice of a woman called. And you don’t know why but you found yourself rising to the surface.

The red headed woman smiled once she saw you, beckoning you over with her finger. You didn’t move, in shock.

“Come over here now.” Her tone was more demanding now and you swam towards her, stopping right by her holding onto the ledge.

“Good girl. You can follow orders.” She murmured under her breath, low but you caught it. You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the fuck was happening?

“You’re probably so scared and confused right now, poor thing. I’ll let you know what’s going on here ok? This,” she motioned towards the large clear basin, “is your new home. Hope you like it. If you need any changes to it let me know.” For your captor, she was being oddly very nice. Made you let down your guard a little. “And you belong to me now. I know that seems scary but I promise I’ll take very good care of you. Now, let’s get to know each other. My names Natasha. What’s yours?”

She acted like this was just a chance meeting on the street, or like you were new classmates introducing yourselves to each other. You sighed a shaky breath, scared what would happen if you disobeyed, you whispered, “Y/n.”

“What a beautiful name for a pretty little mermaid. Come a little closer to me, beautiful.” You moved closer to her, allowing her to grope your naked breasts.

“Fuck, had me so hard seeing your tits out in the open like this.” She groaned. Then it clicked. You’ve met her before. She helped you get out of a tangled net, and promised not to tell anyone she saw you. Well, turns out your hero was your enemy.

She began to pinch your nipples and while you tried to move away, she pulled you back by your tit. She pulled you out of the water by your arm, making you wince from the pain, before laying you down and pulling a nipple into her mouth. You couldn’t help but moan, feeling the heat pool in your special area. You hoped she didn’t know mermaid anatomy.

“So pretty like this sweetheart.” The redhead said dryly as she continued to play with your breasts. Slowly, her other hand moved south towards your pussy. Your eyes widened as you tried to wiggle away, getting halfway into the water before she wrapped her arms around your tail and pulled you back up again. She was surprisingly strong though she didn’t look like it.

Natasha held you down with one of her arms as she continued to move her hand closer and closer to your special spot. She saw the small slit in your front that anyone could miss, but she didn’t. Reading up on mermaids and their lore, she knew where your pretty little pussy was.

She stuck her fingers into you and you moaned, gripping onto her arm like it was a lifeline. “So wet, is this all for me?” Your captor asked.

You found yourself nodding, bucking your hips towards her slender fingers causing her to chuckle. “Such an obedient thing. You just can’t handle someone touching your pretty pussy huh? Turns you into jello.” She continued to fuck you with her fingers, getting more and more aggressive.

“Natasha- Nat- I need- cum please.” Your whispered pleads were broken as the sensation took over you, clenching around her fingers, you began to shake as you felt that overwhelming feeling.

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me.” Natasha commanded. You released your juices all over her fingers and she rolled her eyes back. Taking her fingers out, she sucked them clean. “Holy fuck, never tried mermaid pussy before and now, I’m never going back.”

You laid there trying to regain your breath. “Good girl Y/n. You and I are gonna have lots of fun.” She smiled.

[scarlettromanov]

Business as Unusual - Chapter 6: The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses

NOTE: Please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, or steal my work as your own ~ Thank you <3 

Chapter One  Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader 

word count: 6.4K 

warnings(18+only):   Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst

CHAPTER SIX: THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF CRIME BOSSES

Kate squeals with excitement as you and Kate sit together in Nat’s office. Nat stepped out for a moment, taking a call from the dry cleaners. Her voice was slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“FINALLY!!” Kate cheers in a hushed whisper.

“Shhh” you wave your hands in front of you, not wanting Natasha to hear you two.

“So they’re finally going to take you out?”

“Yes, Saturday night actually.” You say with your glasses perched at the tip of your nose. Gripping a pencil in one hand, the other typing into a paper tape calculator. You were more than capable of doing mental math, or doing the work via pencil and paper, but having a calculator like this helped you see if by chance you made an error along the way (which was next to never.) Good practices made for little mistakes though.

Kate claps her hands together, her blue eyes turning to little crescent moons with the way she’s smiling.

“Yelena and I have been shipping the three of you for so LONG now,”

“Apparently everyone has known about their crush for a while now,” you chuckle, turning to enter the numbers into the accounting software on Nat’s computer.

“And obviously we’ve all seen the way you act when you’re around them.” You turn to look at Kate, fake shock filling your features. She giggles, and pushes your shoulder with a gentle hand. You grab your arm, and pretend to wince in pain.

“Ow! ow! Wanda!” You pretend to cry out, voice low, but loud enough for Kate feel her anxiety spike. Kate knows that Wanda would be home at some point soon for lunch. Usually she popped her head in the office to say hello by now. On a usual day like today, Nat would sit with you going over numbers all morning. Depending on the client, it could take anywhere from an hour to at least 5 getting ahold of different vibranium suppliers via untraceable phone numbers, emails, etc. After spending the majority of yesterday taking notes while Nat blabbed on the phone with someone in East Africa, today felt like putting on a pair of old sneakers. Comfortable, and easy to walk in.

“Don’t you dare!! Wanda nearly threw Yelena off the side of a building for the ankle incident.” You grin, pushing your reading glasses up your nose.

“To be fair your wife left a foot shaped bruise on my sternum for weeks,” You say, running a hand over your sternum. Truthfully, the bruise had just started to fade, now yellowing around the edges. Wanda was still making you ice the bruise. Yesterday she watched you wince slightly when carrying a box into the apartment. For the next hour you had a bag of frozen peas practically strapped to you.

“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it was so hard having nurse Nat care for you,” Kate rolls her eyes, and sits back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her face. Kate was here today to learn the security program with you.

Most days Kate works with Clint, as his back up security detail for Natasha. She’s a skilled archer who’s trained in martial arts. According to Nat, Kate is a pretty good shooter. Although the raven haired girl doesn’t look the type to fight, she’s taken down more than a dozen grown men in the past. Today she just wears a pair of joggers, and a black zip up hoodie. You recognize the shirt she wears underneath as a crop top that Yelena wears from time to time.

“No comment,” you say, a bit flustered as you remember the day Natasha and Wanda took care of you after Yelena’s blow to your sternum.

Flashback: 8 hours post “The Ankle Incident”:

Nat turns the spare key into the lock of your apartment. The usually light footed woman, tip toes inside to find you snuggled against Wanda. Foot still resting atop a pillow, which has moved to the opposite end of the couch rather than the coffee table. The two of you under your fleece green blanket, which Nat has learned is your favorite. Softly Ratatouille played on the television. The volume is just above silent. Natasha so desperately wanted to curl up with you and Wanda. Your head rested on Wanda’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips. Wanda’s arms are wrapped around your sleeping body. With little to no pressure Natasha tapped her wife on the shoulder.

“Malaysh, it’s me. Time to wake up,” she whispered. Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her wife sleepily. The two share a brief kiss hello.

“I see that someone is still zonked,” Nat whispers, gesturing down to you. Wanda hums, running a hand through her hair.

“She woke up and insisted that we watch another film,” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to the television screen.

“You should have put her to bed,” Nat scolded.

“I was going to take her to bed after the cooking Rat movie,” Nat looked over her shoulder, and shook her head at the ridiculousness of the movie. Of course Y/N would love a movie about a cooking rodent. She reaches for the remote, and presses the power button, and the screen goes dark.

“I’m going to take sleeping beauty to bed, okay?”

Wanda yawns, and nods her head. Nat hooks her arm under your legs, and cradles your sleeping body against hers. You snuggle against the Russian’s chest, basking in her warmth. She pretends to play it cool, but she pulls you in closer. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Can you have Bucky pick her up Ensure or Pediasure or something tomorrow? She needs to put some meat on her bones.” Wanda nods in agreement. Both of them know that you never finish a meal. Your chronic stomach aches made you constantly nauseous. Rendering you underweight. It’s not that you didn’t like to eat, the two of them watched you eat sweets, ramen, and (hot) pasta dishes. You just physically couldn’t handle food sometimes.

“Too chalky,” you mumbled, stirring in Natasha’s arms. She chuckled, of course that’s what you heard her saying.

“Go back to sleep, silly girl,” Nat cooed, heading toward your bedroom. She opens the door, and sees the dragonfly night light illuminating your room. Gently she laid you down, making sure to put zero pressure on your ankle. As she pulls the covers up, s he notices the small bunny rabbit stuffed animal on the floor beside your bed and smiles. Picking it up, and placing it next to you on the bed. Instinctively you reach out and cuddle the bunny closer. The Russian’s heart nearly melts right then and there.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered softly before exiting your room.

Present Day:

“What aren’t we commenting on,” Nat asks as she renters the office. She’s got an apple in her hand, which she’s taken a few bites out of already. She sets a glass of water down next to you. You stare at it blankly, before turning your head back to the computer screen.

“We are commenting on whether or not Y/N needs another cup of coffee,” Kate says cooly. Nat laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for you to drink the glass of water, although she would never force you to drink it. You shake your head, you already had two glasses today. One glass that Wanda made you chug at breakfast, and another that took you 2 and a half hours to drink. Before you can verbally protest, Kate’s phone lights up, and she looks down at the message.

“Ah, shit. Clint needs me to give him a hand with moving supplies. I gotta run,” Kate jumps to her feet, and without a word leaves.

“And then there were two,” you say smiling up at Nat. She grins back. She pulls you to your feet, and sits down on her desk chair, which you’d been preoccupying all morning. Without fail, she pulls you into her lap. Now that Kate was gone, Natasha didn’t feel the need to hold back. The past few days have felt like a dream. The constant touching from the two women felt almost normal now. Neither of them had kissed you on the lips yet. A kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand, top of your head, sure. Your mouth was apparently off limits. You bury your head into the side of Nat’s neck, and she sighs softly.

“Wanda will be here soon,” she tells you in her low voice. It almost sounds like a warning.

“Good, I miss her,” you mumble, and Natasha laughs huskily. She begins to type into the calculator, silently forcing you to take a much needed break while she double checks your work. Natasha typically works in silence, but today she puts on your Spotify playlist. Preferably she puts on the playlist with classical music on it.

“This all checks out. We should be able to get the checks out to Tony for our next rescue by next Monday.”

You nod your head, determined to assist with the next mission. You pull out your phone. You don’t have any new messages from Wanda. Frowning, you slide the phone back into your sweatshirt pocket. You’re ready to be done with work for the morning. The impossible urge to get up and move was setting in quickly.

“What time did Wanda say she’d be home?” You whine growing antsy in Nat’s lap. Without thinking, she places her hands on your hips to keep you still. You freeze the moment you feel Natasha’s touch.

“Am I not enough, baby?” She asks.

You are hyper aware of her hands on your hips. Her words echo through your mind like they are bouncing off the walls of an open chamber. Suddenly you can’t think about anything else but Natasha’s hands on you. You can feel her eyes looking down at you. Timidly you look up through your lashes at her. The stark green of her eyes never ceases to amaze you. Her eyes are emeralds shimmering in the sunlight.

“Nat,” you say, voice low.

“Hmm?”

You look up the tiniest bit more to stare directly into her eyes. With one of her hands still on your hip, her other hand tips your chin up to connect your lips together. And oh boy, does she kiss you.

Your heart flutters excitement in your chest. Natasha tastes like coffee and mint. Her red lipstick stains your naked pink lips. You had always pictured Natasha’s lips to be gruff, but they are quite the opposite. Her lips are perfectly moisturized, and so very gentle when kissing you. She’s gentle, but urgent with you. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but when you break apart you're gasping for air. Had you been holding your breath that entire time? Nat rubs your back with her free hand, forehead pressed against yours. The two of you giggle like school children.

“Oh?” Wanda’s voice rings in the room, and your head whips in her direction.

“WANDS!” you nearly cheer, clambering out of Natasha’s lap. Half running to her, she opens her arms to embrace you. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes you for a tight hug.

“I missed you,” you mumble into her. Wow, have you always been this clingy?

“Really it didn’t look like it just a moment ago?” Her voice is half playful and half serious. Which confirms to you that she’d witnessed you and Natasha kissing a minute ago.

“C’mon Wands, it’s not a race” Nat says casually, turning her attention back to her computer. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at Wanda. She looks down at you, her pupils are blown wide. You feel the tweed of her pant suit under your fingertips. She takes in your sorry expression before speaking again.

“You’re right. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect moment then.” Wanda says before scrunching her nose at you with a smile. Nat tells you both to go on and eat lunch without her, she will grab something to eat shortly. Natasha has a 12:30 p.m. call with someone from Sweden. You hear her pick up as you exit from the room, hand in hand with Wanda. You are always shocked when you hear Natasha speak another new language. Before today you didn’t even know she could speak Swedish.

“What’s for lunch?” You ask when Wanda places your switch into your hands from off the counter.

“I was thinking of grilled cheese and tomato soup. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really good actually,” Wanda gives you a large grin, and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into a side hug before shooing you away from the kitchen. You sigh, and make your way into the living room.

You fling yourself back into the cushions, and start up your game. Your villagers have been overjoyed with the work you’ve done on your island. You smile as you see the little characters dancing around celebrating the bridge you’d built.

Quickly though, you mind thinks back to Natasha. The way her hands felt on your hips, her lips against yours. Your body is aching for her. But you had to be good. As more time passes you start to wonder about when Wanda will kiss you. You’ve been fantasizing about her for a long time. A couple of weeks ago the possibility of her even spending more than a few minutes around you was so far-fetched. But now, she’s the first person you see every morning, and the last person before you go to bed. Maybe she would kiss you after your date Saturday night.

“Y/N, honey, lunch is ready,” you jump a mile in your seat as Wanda’s voice pulls you out of your fantasy.  

“C-coming Wanda,”

You quickly hit the save button, push yourself off of the couch, and make your way into the kitchen.

“I was thinking,” Wanda starts as she brings your food over to the kitchen table. You look up at her, “maybe you could do some running around for me this afternoon with Bucky? There are a few things we need for dinner, and dry cleaning we need picked up.”

You were supposed to spend the rest of the day with Natasha, and you really (selfishly) wanted to be with Nat at the moment. You wanted to be with Wanda too, but she had meetings this afternoon that she had to be at.

“MJ could come too. I know you like a little bit of company on your travels.” You take a bite of your sandwich. You notice that she’d cut the crust off for you. Glancing up, you see Wanda smiling down at her soup, moving the spoon around in the bowl.

“I think Natasha wanted to show me the security program.” You say testing the waters on how she would feel if you stayed here with Natasha. The spoon stops in Wanda’s soup bowl, and you can see her slight tug downward of her lips.

“She can show you tonight.” Wanda says reaching across the table for your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. You sigh, knowing that Natasha would let you go. But you wanted to learn the security software now, but you knew better than to argue with Wanda.

“Okay,” you smile, and Wanda nods her head. You want to ask her what she’s thinking about. Why was she being so pushy about groceries and dry cleaning? It was the middle of the week. Wanda and you went to the store on Sunday together. There was plenty of food for dinner.

“How is MJ?” You ask casually dipping your sandwich into the soup, deciding to change the topic of discussion completely.

“She’s well! I met her boyfriend the other day. His name is Peter, he brought her flowers for their anniversary. It was very adorable,”

You smile and think of the secretary and her boyfriend sharing soft giggles outside of Wanda’s office. A small part of you wishes you had been there to meet the boy. Maybe to have Wanda introduce you as her… what were you to Wanda and Natasha? A girlfriend?

“That’s so cute,” you say, between another mouth full of sandwich. Wanda chatters about the company, and you discuss some of your favorite books. Wanda gives you a few recommendations, since she basically reads a book a week. An hour passes; the bowls and plates are left for the housekeeper to take care of. You are starting to worry about Natasha. She doesn’t usually take this long on her calls.

You peek your head into the office, and Natasha is standing at the window. Her arms are crossed, and you don’t think that she’s noticed. She looks lost in her thoughts. In an attempt to not interrupt her, you slowly start to back out of the office.

“You don’t have to go,” her voice sounds strained, like she is attempting to fight off tears.

“I was just checking on you.” You say standing in the doorway. Hands taking their natural position, clasped behind your back. She turns to look at you, and she looks tired. Her eyes are glassy, and you wonder if she really was fighting off the waterworks.

“I’m right here,” her attempt at a smile is weak, and you yearn to wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.

“Wanda asked me to do some errands this afternoon,” you say. The words hang in the air for a moment. Her eyes cast downward, and then she shakes her head. The weak smile never wavering from her lips.

“That’s okay. Tonight then, security program?” She motions with her thumb over her shoulder to her computer.

“You bet!” You smile, and walk over to Nat. You embrace her, arms around her waist. You don’t know what’s wrong, but you hold her tight to remind her that you are there for her. Her muscular arms wrap around you, and you feel her growing soft again. Defenses falling for you.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against her chest. She chuckles softly.

“It’s only a little while, baby girl,” Nat leans down, and kisses the top of your head. You try to turn your head so that she will kiss you again, but gracefully she maneuvers out of your hold. You frown, and the older woman ruffles your hair.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I'm gonna run to the warehouse to meet Clint and Kate.” You nod your head, and head out to do the list of errands that Wanda left for you to do.

You spend the entire afternoon thinking about Natasha. Had your kiss been so bad that she didn’t want to kiss you again? Would she tell Wanda that you didn’t kiss well? To be fair you think you’ve only kissed 3 people ever, including Natasha. You also wonder why she had been upset. Bad kissing didn’t equate tears?

When you pick up the dry cleaning you see the suit Wanda bought for you for the Gala next weekend. Smiling when you see that she’d gotten your name stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the suit jacket.

“I was thinking,” you say to Bucky. He’s opted to let you sit in the front seat today. He glanced over to you. His ray bans make it nearly impossible for you to see his eyes.

“About changing the music?” He grins, as your Boygenius CD plays softly in the background.

“Absolutely not, this is ART. I was actually thinking about you possibly teaching me how to drive?” You ask, looking at him, and then glancing out the windshield again. You want to appear nonchalant. Bucky was certainly a cool guy. He never forced you to talk to him. He was perfectly content with comfortable silence. For Christ’s sake, he wore a leather jacket and suits. Nothing screams badass more than a leather jacket.

“We must have different tastes in art then.” He laughs, taking his sunglasses off to look at you. You stare at him blankly, waiting for an answer.

“I think that would be great. I’d love to teach you kid,” he winks playfully, and focuses his attention back on the road.

“Thank you, Buck.” You smile, settling back into your seat. He rolls his eyes at you using his shortened nickname. He secretly loves it, you know it.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that, by the way.” He laughs as he pulls up to the apartment building. As you’re walking up to the building you see Clint speaking to Kate in a very serious manner. They stand far enough away from the building, close to the alleyway beside the building. Kate looks apologetic as she whispers back to Clint. The blue of her eyes are piercing in the afternoon sun. Clint looks down at the sidewalk at you and Bucky, and shakes his head. You don’t want to interrupt, so you continue into the building. Bucky glances over his shoulder at the pair, and says nothing.

“What was that about?” You ask as the two of you get into the elevator. Bucky pushes the button to Wanda and Natasha's penthouse.  He just shakes his head again, and continues to stare forward. A sinking feeling courses through your body as the elevator rises. You wonder if this is about Mrs. Bishop. Could it be? No, Wanda said she’d literally end Eleanor Bishop's life if she even thought about crossing her. No one would be so stupid to cross Wanda Maximoff. The elevator door slides open, and you and Bucky enter the apartment.

“Sestra, Eleanor Bishop will be stopped.” Yelena’s voice is full of annoyance, but you can hear the emotion building in it.

“That’s not the point, you dingus, she’s attempting to steal my suppliers, and sell them to Kingpin herself. EVERYTHING we’ve built is on the line right now, Yelena .”  Natasha’s voice is so venomous that you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Bucky stiffens to your left, and he motions that he’s going to step out. Clearly not wanting to impose on the sibling’s fighting. They must be in the kitchen, the two of you don’t move.

“I’m going to go check in with Clint and Kate. Call me if you need me,” He says, voice just above a whisper. His smile is apologetic as he silently enters the elevator.

“Okay, see you later,” you reply weakly. To be honest, you are kind of annoyed that Bucky just left you standing there. For a moment you wonder if you should just head home. The day wasn’t over yet though. You promised Natasha to work with her tonight. Plus you don’t think that the downstairs crew would let you head home alone right now. A small part of you feels that you wouldn’t be safe alone at the moment.

You decide to take the shopping bags into the sitting room by the elevator. You place the dinner supplies, and dry cleaning down on the fuzzy carpeted floor. Sliding down to the floor opting for the fuzzy carpet, rather than the uncomfortable couch, you pull out your phone. Two missed calls from Wanda light up your phone screen. Shit shit shit!!!

You scramble as you hit the return call button, holding the phone up to your ear. As you do, the sliding doors of the elevator open, and Wanda’s heels hitting the hardwood floor echo through the apartment. She spots you sitting on the floor, and walks over to you with concern on her face. Apologetically you look up at her.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hold up your phone, and she doesn’t notice. Her face turns solemn, as she walks over to you. The edges of her lips pull into a small frown. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun. Pulling her sunglasses away from her face you can see the slight glassy look in her eye. Had Wanda been crying today also? You jump to your feet. A severe need to comfort the red head overcomes you. Running into her arms you hug her around the waist tightly. Wanda squeezes you tight, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I’m here,” you say because you’re not really sure what to say.

“I know, Detka. I know.” Her voice is soft. Wanda’s gentle hands comb through your hair.

“Wands,” Natasha’s voice rings through the room. Nats voice is also so gentle, and you wonder again if you should head home. To let the couple talk with each other privately. Wanda and you turn to see Natasha and Yelena standing in the foyer. Yelena has a black eye, and you wonder how she got it. She gives you a half smile, before making eye contact with Wanda. Her eyes went wide at Wanda’s expression.

“Yelena, I told you-” Wanda barks, letting go of her grip on you, and heading straight for Yelena. Natasha steps in front of her sister protectively. Yelena doesn’t shy away though, if anything she practically squares up behind her sister. Idiotically you stand frozen in place, shocked that this was playing out right in front of you.

“It’s not her fault. Eleanor’s goons hacked into our database. According to Kate, her mother went MIA about a week ago. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Eleanor Bishop has essentially cut ties with her daughter.” Natasha says, running her hands over her wife’s arms. Wanda's tense stance relaxes slightly. Today would not be the day that Wanda throws Yelena over the side of a building.

“I told her that we know nothing. She doesn’t even know that Kate and I are involved.” Yelena says to Wanda peering around Natasha. You feel extremely out of place. The conversation between the three women feels like one right out of a movie. Not one that you’d witness in person, playing out in real time. You shift uncomfortably side to side, staring down at your Animal Crossing socks that Wanda bought you.

“Then how does she know about the sales in the first place?”  Wanda says to Yelena with a tone that’s way less venomous. Yelena shrugs, and continues to explain herself,

“I think she’s tracking one of us. I’m unsure of who though. I have a feeling it’s Kate, or one of you two.” Wanda glances at Natasha. A look of horror struck across her face.

“How do you know that?” Natasha continues to run her hands up and down Wanda’s arms.

“I’ve seen someone pacing outside of the apartment building, on multiple occasions. As soon as they make eye contact with me they head in the opposite direction.” Yelena says looking at her sister with a hardened expression.

“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” Natasha says in disbelief her hands releasing Wanda’s arms. Yelena shrugs again,

“I think everyone is suspicious. I thought your girl over there was a narc. It turns out that she’s just a nerd.” Yelena gestures to you. It’s your turn to shrug. A long time ago you’d accepted that you are, in fact, a huge nerd. Yelena smiles over Nat’s shoulder at you. You give Yelena a small grin back, secretly giving her the middle finger while Wanda wasn’t looking in your direction. Natasha ignores the banter between you and Yelena. Her mind wrapped up in the insanity of the situation.

“So what’s the best course of action?” Wanda says, placing an exhausted hand on her forehead. Natasha blinks a few times, before sighing heavily, and saying reluctantly,

“She’s going about this virtually for now. On our front we will need to gear up our digital security. In regards to Eleanor, we may have to hack into her computer and delete the files in her possession. As well as any backup files she may have stashed elsewhere.” Yelena places a hand on her sister's shoulder, turning her so that she’s looking directly at you. The three women turn to you, and you look behind yourself. Trying to see if you were missing something very obvious. You point at yourself in disbelief,

“Me?” You question, grimacing in discomfort as the three sets of eyes rest heavily on you.

“You’re our resident computer specialist.” Nat says with a small smile. The dots connect, and you understand where this is going. They wanted you to hack into Eleanor’s database.

“Supercomputer.” Yelena says flipping you off. Wanda pushes her hand down firmly, before turning to you again. Her eyes are less glassy, and the look on her face makes your heart melt. Her singular forehead crease smoothes out, her entire body relaxes. Wanda extends her arm out for you. Yelena smirks at you when you bury yourself into Wanda’s side, inhaling her scent. Yelena would be giving you shit for this another day, you knew it.

“Our intelligent girl,” Wanda says, squeezing you tighter into her side. You nod sheepishly.

“Barton, Kate Bishop, and I will stake out Eleanor’s place. We’ll get a good idea of where to track her.” Natasha agrees, and the two sisters embrace, mumbling something to each other in Russian that you don’t understand. When Nat swats at her sister playfully, and they both glance over at you; you know they’re talking about you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, clearly confused.

“Am I going to have to learn Russian?” You say with a deadpan tone, and Yelena shakes her head and cackles,

“No, this is way too fun. Anyway, Bye!” She enters the elevator and leaves.

“Is she always so cryptic?” You mumble, and Wanda cracks up. She presses a small kiss to the top of your head. You lean more of your weight into Wanda, and she supports it happily. Natasha gives you both a warm look, but her eyes still are clouded with worry. You reach out, and tug at the hem of Natasha’s long sleeved black shirt. She looks down at your tugging hand, and takes a small step toward you and Wanda. Wanda hums, as Nat’s arms wrap around you, and you are squished between both women.

“You both needed a hug, so I am offering you my best deal, the 2 for 1 hug.” You giggle looking between the redheads. It takes a whole 5 seconds for your words to register in Wanda’s brain, and then she’s hysterically laughing. The grip she has on you and Natasha loosens. The tension in the room fizzled out with each passing moment.

“That was horrible,” Natasha’s voice is full of amusement though. You stay like that for another minute or two, before the two women start chatting about the plans for the night.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, Y/N and I can go through the computer to check for security breaches after dinner.” Nat says to her wife, reaching up to tough Wanda’s cheek,

“Join us?” You ask Wanda. She looks off guard by your question.

“Oh, honey I don’t know if I’d be much help.” Her voice sounds cautious.

“We want you there,” Natasha replies before you can. Wanda extends one tender hand to Natasha, and another to you.

“If you both insist,” she says nonchalantly.

She leans over and kisses her wife, and you feel their love for each other in such a domestic moment. When their lips disconnect, Wanda looks down to you. You’re already looking up at her with affection radiating off of you. She leans down, and connects her lips to yours. Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You let out a content sigh against her lips, as if to say ‘finally’ . Wanda tastes like vanilla, and you wonder if she’s had a vanilla oat milk latte today. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, and you are yearning for more. You huff in annoyance as she pulls away the tiniest bit.

“Somebody is eager,” Wanda says, ghosting your lips. You desperately bite back the urge to whine for her to kiss you again.

“Not to sound like a perv, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make these calls,” Natasha says, staring at you and Wanda. You lean up on your toes, and boldly peck Natasha’s lips.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we Ms. Romanov!!” Natasha is visibly stunned, and Wanda bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. Quickly you untangle yourself from the two women’s arms, and dash towards the kitchen.

“Did she just?” Natasha says, her cheeks turning a rosy red. Part of you feels a bit smug to be the one not blushing for once.

“Sweetheart, You’re blushing.” Wanda says patting her blushing wife on the back before following behind you.

Wanda prepares Natasha’s favorite comfort food for dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and cheese crackers. At first you thought she was making something for you, but when you protest Wanda admits that Natasha loves PB&J sandwiches.

“I never would have expected that,” you say, grabbing the box of cheese crackers from the pantry. For a woman who literally works out for two hours every morning, Natasha has such a sweet tooth. You’ve grown accustomed to her hand expecting at least a few m&ms from the tube whenever you snack on them. During movie nights Natasha would dump m&m’s into the popcorn. She claimed it cut through the saltiness. The Russian was right of course, and for once the combination didn’t mess with your aversion to mixed food textures.

Wanda smiles, and with a shrug she says,

“I’m making brownies too. She likes them fudgy,” she plucks the box from your hands, and then goes back to putting together the sandwiches. You notice the 1 with the crust cut off and smile, wrapping your arms around the Sokovian.

“Wanda?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, detka?” Wanda’s voice is so soft. You loved domestic moments like these that you shared with the women.

“I’m really happy you kissed me,” your voice is small, but for some odd reason you feel the need to tell her.

“I’m really happy that I kissed you too, sweet girl.” She puts down the butter knife, and turns to face you. She licks a small bit of peanut butter off her thumb. She pretends to not see the slight pink in your cheeks as you watch her do so.

“Were you upset this morning when you saw Nat and I kissing?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda tries to wave you off.

“Please tell me,” you say leaning into her. You can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why didn’t she want to tell you?

“Y/N, this is all still so new. Natasha has always been the bolder one between the two of us. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and for a moment there I do have to admit I was jealous.”

“Of me?” You say narrowing your eyes. Wanda laughs, shaking her head.

“Would you believe me when I said I was jealous of you both?” You must look confused as you pull back to look at the older woman. Head cocking to the side, silently questioning her jealousy.

“Call me selfish, but I wanted both of you to kiss me the way you were having each other. I wanted to be Natasha, holding you in my lap, pulling you in to kiss me so intimately. On the other hand, I wanted to be in my wife’s lap kissing her, like I always have.” The gears turn in your head, and it all makes sense then. You nod your head softly, and peer up at her again. She runs a soothing hand over the small of your back. Feeling the need to reassure her, you reply,

“Well you can always kiss me, and I know you can always kiss Natty,”

“I know Malyshka, but I don’t want to scare you either,” her eyes do look slightly afraid, as if you were someone she was scared to lose. Wanda reaches up to run her thumb over your right cheek bone.

“I’m not scared.” You admit, face turning the color of cherry tomatoes. For the first time you felt like you were just as important to Wanda and Natasha as they were to you.

“If I’m being honest here, Nat and I also don’t want to get carried away with you either.” Wanda says her hand on your back stilling. Her own cheeks are heating, turning slightly pink.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. Didn’t you just tell her you weren’t scared of her and Natasha?

“Honey, Nat and I like you a lot.”

“Ditto, but that’s a good thing, right?” Your voice is trembling. Was she trying to tell you that she liked you so much that she didn’t want to be intimate with you? That made absolutely no sense to you. She could have her way with you any day she wanted, and you’d let her. Should you tell her that? A million questions bubble behind your lips, but Wanda speaks before you can,

“It’s a very good thing, but honey, that’s not what I mean,” Her head dips closer to yours, and you’re flustered by her closeness. Brain turning to mush with Wanda’s face just inches from yours.

“I don’t understand.” You whisper.

Wanda sighs, shaking her head with a smile on her face. What you don’t expect next is the dizzying, mind altering kiss that Wanda gives you. Your eyes go wide, and then flutter shut as you kiss her back. Her hands find your hips, and pull you closer to her. Somehow it’s still not enough for her though. Wanda’s lips part, and her tongue slips into your mouth. You let her, letting your tongue dance with hers. But clearly she’s the one in control here. Your body is on fire, every portion of you is clinging to her. The world around you has gone silent besides the soft sounds you two make together. You keep yourself still for her though, letting Wanda take the lead completely, and you can tell that she loves it. Her fingers dripping the smallest bit under your shirt hem. Grazing the soft skin of your hips. When she pulls away from your lips, you lean forward, eyes still shut. When her lips don’t meet yours, you let out a small groan of frustration.

“Do you understand now?”  Eyes opening you find Wanda smiling down at you again, her lipstick smudged from kissing you.  

“What were we talking about again?” You ask, trying to catch your breath. Wanda looks at you in disbelief. She lets out a small laugh, rolling her eyes at you. She frees you from her arms, before saying,

“Please get me the eggs and milk from the fridge. You can help me make the brownies tonight.”

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[widowshaze]

Heey so this is my first time requesting something. So about the smut prompt list i would love 9 or 29 or 36 if you want to write them?

Thank you and don't feel like you need to write them if u don't want to :)) have a great day/evening

do you like that? | n. romanoff

hello darling, thank you for sending in this request! so sorry that it took me forever to get to this but here she is <3

the prompts:

9- “do you like that”

29- “i love it when you kiss my neck”

36- “you’re mine”

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: fingering (r receiving) slight cursing

i hope this does your first time ever requesting a fic justice <3 kinda turned this into readers first time with nat type of thing.

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Soft.

That was the first thing that popped into your head when her lips met yours. Soft. They folded perfectly with yours and tasted like cinnamon.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat when her tongue slowly glided across your bottom lip, a silent question, asking for entrance, entrance you granted with the slight part of your lips. She wasted no time to push past your lips, her tongue colliding with yours as the kiss grew more heated.

You let out a soft moan, and she smirked against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip softly before completely removing her lips from your own, and descending her kisses further down your body.

First it was your jaw, slight kisses against your jawline, her tongue gliding across the skin as she left wet kisses behind. Then she moved to your neck, your head automatically lulling to the side as she practically attached her lips to every inch of skin she could see.

Her lips sucked at her delicate skin, purple bruises rising in their wake before attacking the fresh, waiting skin with new marks. Her mouth found it’s way to where your neck met your shoulder, a smile graced her lips as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and the moan that left you told her she had hit the right spot.

“I love it when you kiss my neck,” you whined as her lips sucked a bruise onto that exact spot. Her hands trailed down your sides and found the hem of your t-shirt, only detaching her lips from your skin to lift your shirt over your head. Once your shirt was finally removed, and her eyes raked your exposed torso, you could tell by the look on her face that forgoing a bra when she had invited you to her room was the right decision.

Her mouth attached itself to your breasts, licking up between the valley of your breasts before sucking a nipple between her lips. You arched your back into her touch, hand coming up to grip onto her hair as she do so, teeth grazing against your perk nipple as a deep moan left your throat.

She smirked against your skin as she moved from one to the other, and continued the attacked on your left nipple. You wiggled under her grasp, arching your chest into her more as she let out a deep chuckle. “Patience, baby, I’ll get there eventually.” You whined at her words as she kissed between your breasts and then made the slow trek down your stomach, placing a kiss one right after the other.

She slowed her movements once she reached the waistband of your shorts, her eyes glancing up at you beneath her lashes, you met her eyes, and as you looked at each other, your eyes spoke everything she needed to know before dipping her fingers between your shorts and gently tugging them down your legs.

You let out a breath at the sudden realization of your nakedness, the realization of what was about to happen, you slightly stiffened up as her hands slid up your thighs. “What’s wrong baby?” She asked gently, as if she was able to read your mind and you looked at her. “I-I’ve never,” your voice trailed off as you avoided her gaze, your face turning a deep red out of embarrassment.

“Oh baby, I’m going to take such good care of you,” she seals her promise with a soft kiss to your lips before moving back down, slowly prying your legs open, spreading you open for her. She hums in approval, her thumb pressing against your clothed clit, causing a gasp to leave your lips. “So soaked baby, you’ve been waiting for this huh? Waiting for me to destroy this pretty pussy?” She asked sweetly as her thumb moved in slowly circles against the hardened bud.

You whined in response as you gripped the sheets beneath your finger tips, “do you like that?” She whispered as she hovered over your face, you looked up at her as your eyes met her own, you went to nod your head but she took the opportunity of distraction to slide two fingers inside of you, and your mouth fell open. She smirked as she pushed them fully inside of you, waiting for you to adjust to the sudden intrusion before she moved them.

“You okay baby?” She asked and you nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted, the slight stinging turning into pleasure as you urged her to continue. “Move, please,” you begged and Nat wasted no time in moving her fingers slowly, intricately, as she wiggled her fingers around inside to learn what makes you come undone.

You let out a soft moan, as her fingers slightly grazed a certain spot within your walls that she took note of. She curled her fingers as she pulled them out, pressing against the spot harder this time, causing a loud moan to rip from your throat. She smirked as she placed a kiss to your neck as her fingers worked between your legs, the pace in which she was fucking you witch increasing with every stroke.

An unfamiliar feeling began to build in the pit of your stomach, as your body began to match her movements. “Nat,” you breathed out, and she moved her gaze to you. “Are you gonna cum for me baby, hmm?” She whispered against your lips and you nodded. “I-I think so,” you whined out as she began to slow her movements, lessening the build up in your stomach, as you gasped out. “No no, don’t stop, please,” you whimpered.

“Say you’re mine,” she whispered and you looked at her, looking between her eyes as you tried to search for a reasoning behind her request. “You know I’m yours,” you reassured her as you cupped her face, rubbing your thumbs against her cheek. “Promise?” You nodded as you kissed her. “I promise.”

Her fingers continued their tortuous pace as she leaned up between your knees, her fingers sliding against your g-spot with perfect with each stroke and it didn’t take long for your orgasm to take over your body as your back arched off the bed and your mouth fell open followed by a loud moan.

Her fingers eased you down from your high, and you had to push her hand away when you became to sensitive. She removed her hand from between her legs and brought her fingers up to her lips as she sucked each of them clean, humming at your taste and savoring every drop she could. You gulped at the sight, thighs clenching shut because that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Getting riled up again are you angel?” All you could do was nod as she leant over your body once more, placing a kiss to your lips as her tongue grazed against your bottom lip, before pushing past your lips and you whined at the left over taste of you on her tongue. “Think you can take one more?” She whispered as she pecked your lips, moving down your body.

“Please,” you choked out between a gasp as she placed a delicate kiss over your sensitive clit. “Good, because now I want to taste you.”

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i hope you enjoyed <3

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[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader

despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie

word count. 2063

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.

The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”

You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”

“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.

The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.

You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.

Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.

As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.

Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.

“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.

The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.

You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.

“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.

You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues. 

Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.

She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.

The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before. 

However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.

That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.

Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye,  but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.

Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.

“Natasha.”

Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.

Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.

“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard. 

When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.

The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.

Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.

The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.

You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.

She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?

“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.

Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.

A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.

Not comfort, then. What was it?

Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.

Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide. 

Oh. 

The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.

You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful. 

“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming. 

Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.

The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.

It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.

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If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.

The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline. 

Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.

“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.

You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.

“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably. 

It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.

“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.

You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess. 

“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you. 

When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.

Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.

An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.

The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did. 

Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim. 

You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.

Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.

The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch. 

You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.

This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.

You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…

“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.

“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.

Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.

With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips. 

“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.

Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.

Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.

Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy. 

-----

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.

Shit. Was it my transformation?

You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—

To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.

She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.

“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”

“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”

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tried to say goodbye, but it’s hot and heavy (18+)

CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

tw: Natasha’s strap is referred to as her “dick” a few times lmao, reader is referenced to have a v/ be wearing a dress/called “sweet girl,” strap in v sex, exhibition kink sorta?, established relationship, dom/top!Natasha, sub/bottom!reader

a/n: not proofread sorry pookies, my crusty college ass said not rn. title is from Britney’s song Inside Out, ALSO, translation. Милая (milaya) means sweetheart 🤍 (which would be you if you’d just be my valentines). Anyways, please enjoy this!!! (Forgive me if it’s terrible)

“Okay,” she says, putting the car in park, “goodnight, milaya.”

She pulls you in for a kiss, one that you return eagerly. Something about you had her deepening the kiss. Her lips on yours had started something within her. Something that had her deepening the kiss. That had you crawling over the center console to climb onto her lap. Her hands coming to rest on the back of your thighs.

You shrug your jacket off, already overheating from the car’s temperature and her body being so close to yours. She fills up your wait, pressing you closer to press open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“You drive me insane,” she whispers. Her hot breath hits your sensitive skin and a whispered “Please” slips out between your kiss bitten lips.

“How do you want me to touch you?”

You tilt your head down to look into her eyes, “take me how you want.”

She reaches beside her, pulling a switch that reclines the seat back instantly. The action pulls you from the situation, causing you to grow a bit shy.

Natasha smiles, “getting shy, milaya?”

“Stop talking.”

Her hand cups your cheek, “gonna fuck you until all you can think about is me.”

A shiver wracks your body when her cold hands slide up the inside of your thighs. Your body is leaned over hers, arms resting over the seat.

“Going to take this off, ok baby?”


You nod, and she takes it off, flinging it behind her. She surges forward, her lips finding yours. You let out a small sound, hands pulling at her hair. She brings your hips to grind onto her thigh, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Need you sweet girl,” she says, fingers finally coming to make contact with your arousal. Natasha watches every movement, like how your legs shake when she purposefully thrusts her fingers deeper. Your hands rush to cover your mouth at the feeling of her tip rubbing on your folds.

Your voice shakes, “When did—?”

She doesn’t care to answer, instead focusing on using what space she has to thrust her hips into you. Your head falls back, one hand over your mouth and the other scratching into her shoulder. She grinds your hips on her, taking pleasure in the whines that slip out despite your effort to conceal them.

“Fuck,” she sighs, “taking my dick so well, aren’t you?”

Your eyes begin to water as tears formed on the edges. In the back of your mind you think you hear footsteps nearby, but it fades quickly at the feeling of Natasha’s thumb on your clit. She hears them as well, looking and spotting them in the rearview windows.

She leans forward, taking your hand off your mouth and replacing it with hers. The look in her eyes directing at you has you clenching around her. Your eyes roll back as she grinds your hips on her dick.

“These people have no idea what’s happening in the car beside them. They don’t know how much of a mess you are for me right now.”

You whine, her hand pressing tighter against your face, “if they found out, baby. Do you think they’d be turned on at how wet you are right now? Stretched around me?”

She removed her hand from your mouth, waiting.

“Please,” you babble, “please— oh.”

“Go ahead, milaya.”

You come with a loud whine, the sound barely muffled from her hand. The people nearby glance over, and Natasha wants to laugh. She strokes your cheek with her thumb as you come down from your high, your mind beginning to clear.

“I think they heard us.”

“Stop,” you groan into her chest, “that’s so embarrassing.”

She laughs this time, the sound causing you to smile and laugh as well. You cringe at the sweat on your bodies and the smell of sex in her car.

“Stay over tonight?”

She accepts the invitation, reaching behind you to shut the car off. She slides out, causing you to momentarily wince from the action. You both tried to make yourself look decent enough to walk back to your apartment on 4th floor.

It was hard when Natasha kept pulling you in for a kiss at almost every opportunity; the elevator, your entryway, your bedroom to where she had you pushed against the shower wall.

“Need you,” she pants.

“Then take me.”

[marvelobsessed134]

Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

[scarlettromanov]

Business as Unusual - Chapter 5: The Truth

CHAPTER FIVE: The Truth

Chapter One   Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader word count: 4.2K Summary: Summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company? warnings(18+only):  brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

You’re sipping a cold glass of water. Wanda, despite being upset with you, set it down in front of you at the dinner table. She’s upset, but she still asks you if you would like ice cream after dinner. You answer, ‘yes please’, and she gives you a small smile and thanks you for using your manners. You feel the guilt from earlier this afternoon creeping its way into your mind again. Wanda hums to herself as she prepares dinner. Her back is to you while you enter the day's receipts into an excel spreadsheet. The kitchen is filled with the aroma of braised pork. You sit with your legs folded beneath you at the kitchen table, your jeans traded for sweatpants, and your shoes long forgotten by the front door.

Natasha appears from her office, now changed into a light gray hoodie and leggings. She pokes a head over your shoulder, looking at what you’re doing on your laptop. She hums in approval, ruffles your hair a bit, and goes over to kiss Wanda. Wanda, however, ducks out of Natasha’s arms with ease.

“Hey!”

“Y/N, can you give me a hand please?” Wanda asks without turning around to look at you or Natasha. Natasha turns to look at you confused. Biting your lip, you shrug at Natasha, indicating that you are unsure of what’s happening.

“Sure, Wanda.” You say, immediately ready to help. She smiles at you, and gives your hand a small pat. The two of you set the table together. Wanda does leave room at the table for Natasha, but clearly isn’t speaking to her wife. Nat watches with annoyance radiating off her as you and Wanda sit at the table.

“Malaysh,” Nat says before walking up behind Wanda’s chair. Wanda doesn’t listen though. She begins to eat her Pörkölt happily. You sit with your fingers wrapped around your glass of water. Nat's slender fingers wrap around Wanda’s shoulders. You’re bracing yourself to get up to leave. Not wanting to impose on their quarrel.

“Listen, Y/N is her own person.” Natasha starts, and Wanda looks up at the ceiling. Annoyance radiates off of her. You release your death grip on the glass. You shift uncomfortably as Nat brings you into this.

Why did she need to drag you into this??! All you wanted was a cup of coffee so that you would be able to stay awake while out with Wanda. Especially in new places you are more susceptible to running out of energy. A direct result of being severely overstimulated.

“Clearly you care about Y/N’s well-being, and so do I! But she’s a big girl who can decide to have coffee after 3 pm.” Natasha is staring down at her wife. She’s annoyed, and you can tell. She’s standing straight as a rod, her fingers dig ever so slightly into Wanda’s shoulders.

“She’ll be up all night Nat.” Wanda retorts, and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’re missing the point, Wands.” She points a finger at you, “It’s her life! It’s on her if she’s up all night. Y/N should know when enough is enough.” Wanda ignores her.

You are mortified, and you drop your gaze into your lap. Feelings of shame flood through you. Wanda didn’t trust you enough to know your limits. Natasha and Wanda’s arguing begins to become background noise in your head. You only heard the fast thumping of your heart in your ears. Natasha glances up to look at you, and sees that you’re retreating inward. She huffs, and drops her hands. Accepting that she isn’t going to win this argument. But Wanda isn’t done apparently; she reels, turning in her chair to face Natasha. Wanda stands, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor pierces through your ears. You cover your ears with cupped hands. Neither women notice your discomfort. Wanda was too busy getting so close to Natasha’s face with her own. Nat doesn’t back down though. Her face is composed, challenging her wife to speak her mind. If anything she appears more calm now that Wanda’s actually responding to her. Their faces merely inches apart.

Wanda’s voice raises to a new level when she speaks, “Oh and you’re so fucking perfect, Nat? How about when you you want Y/N to risk her life for the sake of-”  

“Why do you care so much about me?” The words fall out of your mouth. If words were visible they would’ve landed with a loud clang on your plate. Wanda and Natasha’s heads turn at the same time to look at you. You look up at them, tears glistening in your eyes. Threatening to spill over. Your hands still cupped over your ears. The sound of your speeding heart still plays loudly in your ears.

“Dorogoy?” Nat asks as she stares at you with terrified eyes.

“I’m not anyone special. I’m some twenty something with no money, no status, I can’t even eat without having some issue,” your eyes continue to water, and you blink back them back in frustration. Natasha and Wanda have gone silent, frozen in place as you continue,

“All I do is get paid to hang out with the both of you. Which I love doing, don’t get me wrong! Sure, I crunch numbers every night with Nat. But I don’t understand, why give a shit about me? I’m literally a nobody. I swear, my own father may have had a point when h-he.” You slam your eyes shut, and tears stream down your face. A hiccup bubbles through you. Your body shakes, as you attempt to push down the sobs. Your chest heaves as the panic attack fully sets in. Two sets of warm gentle hands find your skin. Trembling, your blurry eyes open to find Natasha and Wanda both knelt on the floor in front of you. Wanda with one hand runs her fingers through your hair, the other reaches up to catch your falling tears. Natasha rubbed small circles into your thigh soothingly, her brows pulled together with deep concern.

“You’re okay, Detka. We’re here, and you’re safe.” Wanda’s voice is so gentle. Hot tears fall down your cheeks, and you feel the small sob escape your lips. Balling your fists, you take the heels of your hands and press them deep into your eyes. Shame floods your mind because for the love of God you needed to get a grip. You are a blubbering mess in front of the two people that, quite frankly, mean the world to you.

“Baby, no.” Natasha husks, as she wraps her hands delicately around your wrists, and pulls your fists away from your face. Any thought of struggling out of Nat’s grasp disappears instant when her green eyes stare deeply into yours. There is a tenderness in her gaze that soothes your aching chest.

“I’m s-sorry.” You stutter, and Natasha shakes her head at you with a small smile.

“I don’t want to hear a single apology from you tonight.” She scolds you softly. Her finger tips brush against another fallen tear.

“Nat is right. You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart.” Wanda adds, resting her head on your shoulder. Both women slide their hands into yours, and give you a small squeeze. The gesture, usually just given from Natasha, calms your sobbing body more so. Little sniffles fill the room, and you practice breathing together. The two women share a knowing look before speaking again.

“Y/N, We are so sorry for not being more upfront with you, but if you give us the time now we can all talk, okay?” Wanda's voice is so calm. She waits patiently for you to respond. So you nod your head. All of her anger from earlier has evaporated into the soft version of Wanda that you are used to.

“Yes ma’am,” you mumble, and Natasha chuckles, knowing how much Wanda loves when you respond to her with that title. Wanda purposely ignores her wife. Instead she gives your head another squeeze and says,

“Let's go into the living room.” Silently you agree, and they help you to your feet. Hand in hand the three of you head into Wanda and Natasha’s living room. The large couch welcomes the three of you, and you settle in. Folding your legs to the side underneath you as you sit between the two women. Natasha extends her legs out, resting her feet on the coffee table to your right. Wanda sits pretzel style to your left.

“Okay,” you sigh, leaning your head back to rest against the couch cushions. You sink further into soft velvet like you do most afternoons while Wanda makes lunch. Wanda insisted on cooking you both lunch every day. She insisted that you sit in the living room, either with a book or your Nintendo switch, while she works in the kitchen. Despite your protests to help her, without a doubt, Wanda would hand you your Switch and order you to the living room. Sometimes the three of you would watch a film together after dinner, depending on how much work Natasha had for you. After a few weeks, it felt like you spent more time in Wanda and Natasha’s home than your own. Any more it felt like you only spent time sleeping in your large apartment across the street.

Wanda leans her head against the back of the couch, turning her head to speak to you, “You’re someone, Y/N. You always have been to me.” Wanda begins, she takes a small breath, pacing herself.

“I know you think that no one ever noticed you in the past two years at the company, but I did. I noticed the way you are quick with a joke. The way you worked your ass off for Steve. How every single accounting has been correct for the past two years…” she leans in a little closer to your face, “I was impressed, Detka.” Wanda smiles a bit. You think back to Wanda’s dizzying emails to you and Steve. Before Steve could even begin to type back to Wanda, you would respond faster and better than Steve ever could. You were always a step ahead of Steve. Wanda’s name would come across your computer screen, and you would be answering at the speed of light. You smile as you remember how your stomach would fill with butterflies when you answered Wanda’s emails. Always hoping for a smiley face or a ‘ good work y/n! ’ Which Wanda sometimes sent to you without Steve copied on the email.

“When I saw you fall a few weeks ago, my heart shattered when I saw you in pain. I wanted to care for you. I could see how that job was eating away at you. ” Her eyes shut as she continued to speak, “Natasha and I had talked about offering you this position. For a while now, actually, however we were never exactly sure if you would be open to taking it.” She takes another deep breath, losing her courage. Natasha nods encouraging her wife to continue. She shakes her head at Nat. Nat inhales deeply, and loudly blows the air out through her nostrils.

“Y/N, we want to protect you because Wanda and I sell illegally smuggled vibranium to black market traders, specifically the high profile criminal, Kingpin. We use the funding to find  trafficked and kidnapped women.” Natasha speaks from your other side. Your head whips to the side, and you meet Natasha’s gaze. Your face is stricken with deep confusion. You open your mouth and shut it. Pausing for another moment, and then ask,

“Kingpin?” The name of the individual is unfamiliar to you.

“He’s another crime boss that craves vibranium for his own selfish projects.” Wanda says, casting a look At Natasha that you didn’t quite understand. Another crime boss? Was she referring to Natasha? The woman to your left couldn’t possibly be a crime boss? She was the same woman who sneaks you extra scoops of ice cream. The woman who races you down the street just to let you win. The same woman who watches you play Animal Crossing, and imitates the sound of the villagers speaking. Natasha crosses her legs, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. Still feigning ease.

“He’s a client. I trade goods for money. What the asshole does with the vibranium is none of my concern. I do what I do to help not only my family, but women around the globe who need it most.” Natasha says a little coldly. You sit back, and think for a moment about Kingpin. You knew that name. It comes to you subtly, and then all at once.

“WAIT -” Their heads both snap to look at you, “KINGPIN IS THAT SUPER LARGE GUY IN A SUIT THAT I SAW ON THE NEWS.” Your voice is full of excitement. Wanda snorts, and she leans over and wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean into her before continuing, eyes focused on Natasha. She doesn’t look amused at your comments.

“Nat, he could eat me in one bite!” You say with a flare of exasperation in your voice. Natasha quirk’s an eyebrow at you. Her half smirks, letting you know that she’s allowing herself to enjoy how ridiculous you are being. You giggle, swatting at her thigh playfully.

“Considering your size, dorogoy. I really don’t think it would be hard to gobble you up.”  Your cheeks blaze at her words, and Wanda stiffens next to you. Her fingers wrap around your shoulder.

“S-so what is my r-role in all of this?” You wonder aloud.

“You take the inventory. Crunch the numbers for us. Let us know how much we’ve made in revenue. Nat will work with you on how to distribute the funds, and our personal affairs as well. Ideally I would like you to do digital security for us,” Wanda says automatically. You turn to look at her, dumbfounded by the importance of your role. Wanda winks at you cheekily, before adding,

“You're highly intelligent, Y/N. We think you deserve a very important role.”

“So… no fist fighting?” You pout. This time it’s Natasha that busts into a laughing fit.

“Not if Wanda can help it,” Nat snickers before biting her thumb, looking the other way.

“I don’t understand. Do you think I’m weak or something?” You ask, turning to Wanda to look into her eyes. Her eyes have gone soft as she reads the serious confusion on your face.

“Detka, I…” she flutters her eyes to look at Natasha, who’s still looking away from you both, and then back to you.

“Natasha and I have developed feelings for you.” Her words don’t register in your brain at first. Nat’s head swivels back to look at Wanda. Both women remain silent, and you sit like a buffoon between them.The room remains silent as the gears begin to turn in your head. It’s Natasha’s voice that breaks the silence,

“Y/N, if it’s not reciprocated that’s completely okay. We still like you as a person very much-” Not hearing what the red head said, you cut her off,

“You have feelings for… me?” You say without stuttering. You’re flabbergasted. Deep confusion filling your face. You look back and forth between Wanda and Natasha. They both nod their heads. Blinking multiple times in a row you attempt to connect the dots.

“But I’m just some idiotic twenty something with a computer. I’m not even good looking? I’m-I’m just-”

Wanda cuts you off, and takes your hands in hers.

“You are very good looking, and not to mention astonishingly intelligent. When you, speak, Y/N, you have no idea how much Nat and I are swooning over your little thoughts and quirks,” Wanda says with her heart full out on her sleeve. Your cheeks turn a pale pink as you Shyly stare at Wanda. A few strands of hair fall in your face as your head casts downward. Hesitating, Wanda reaches up to push the fallen pieces behind your ear. Unbeknownst to you, your entire body has shifted so that you are fully facing Wanda. You hear Natasha get to her feet behind you. Gingerly she pulls you to your feet. She replaces you in your seat on the couch. You’re confused, and for a moment you wonder if this conversation is making Natasha upset. Before you can utter a word, Natasha pulls you into her lap. Your legs drape over both Natasha and Wanda’s laps. Natasha’s muscular arm wrapping around your waist.

“Even when you’re playing that little animal game on your Playstation, you’re so cute and funny.” Natasha explains giving you a little grin. She is so close to you that you worry that she can hear your heart jackhammering in your chest.

“It’s a Nintendo Switch Nat,” you groan, feeling tense in her lap. You think she can sense your building anxiety, and so she begins to run her hand up and down your back.

“All I want to know is where these Animals are crossing to.” Wanda says furrowing her brow. Your giggles grow with how serious Wanda was. Extending your arm, you bring your fingers to gently touch Wanda’s face.

“It’s just the name of the game, Wands.” You say with a grin. Wanda's skin is soft under your touch. She closes her eyes, while your fingers move to smooth over her singular forehead wrinkle. You snake your free hand into Natasha’s other hand. You all sit there for a few minutes letting the moment sink in. Eventually you pull your hand away from Wanda’s face, and she takes it into hers snugly. She leans against Nat’s shoulder smiling at you softly.

“I like you both too.” You admit. The room is uncomfortably hot. Or maybe it’s the bullets you are sweating. Wanda’s face lights up at your confirmation. She tightens her grip on your hand, giving it yet another firm squeeze. Nat too, is grinning ear to ear.

“I’m not really sure how this works though,” You admit sheepishly.

“Have you never been with a woman before?” Natasha muses. She does a once over of your outfit, and smirks. As if to say, “I've seen you in Doc Martens and you only drink Oat Milk.” Not to mention that Nat had caught you staring at her veiny hands on multiple occasions.

“Yes, I’ve had a girlfriend before. But I've never dated two women at the same time… who are like, you know, married to each other…” You trail off naming all of the factors that stood out to you.

“I really thought she was going to care more about the age gap.” Natasha says looking down at Wanda, who’s still resting her head on Nat’s shoulder. Wanda grins at her wife,

“I had a feeling that Y/N wasn’t opposed to the age gap,” Wanda says looking up at you, and you notice something in her expression. A mixture between lust and longing. You bite your lip and look down at your hands. Your heart feels like a hummingbird in your chest with how nervous her words were making you.

“It doesn’t matter much to me,” you say quietly, feeling the way your cheeks are flaming. How did you tell them that you’ve always gravitated towards older women? Your therapist says that you are seeking validation from older women due to your mother walking out on your father when you were 4 years old.

“I’m not putting a strain on your marriage right?” You ask, feeling yourself squirm under Natasha’s touch as you change the topic. Her hand rests comfortably on the small of your back, rubbing small circles into a knot with her thumb. Wanda runs her thumb back and forth over the back of your hand. The tender touch of one person was enough to overwhelm you. Now that you have two people showering you in affection your head is swimming. But still, you wonder if they are still giving each other the attention they deserve. You refuse to wreck this marriage.

“Y/N, Wanda and I have had an eye on you for a long time… not to sound creepy.” Nat’s voice is soft in your ears.

“What?”

“Your interview.” Wanda replies. You must look perplexed because she smiles, and shakes her head. Wanda looks up at the ceiling, getting lost in the memory.

“You walked in with a big nervous smile, and it had me floored for a moment. Not to mention that cute little stutter, and that you wear your emotions on your face so plainly. I watched you grow more confident in your position, until you were basically doing Steve’s job for him. I knew that you would grow tired of doing the work for someone else, who got all of the credit. When I offered this position to you, you took it. No questions asked. You will put in the work if it means giving you an ounce of accomplishment or power.” Wanda says. When her eyes finally meet yours you feel hot wet tears falling down your cheeks. Going under the radar for the past two years was not unnoticed like you had thought. You had spent the past two years feeling like the walls would collapse around you, and no one would give a singular fuck if you disappeared. However, there has always been Wanda. Watching from the wings for so long now. She saw your potential. She’s been waiting for this moment, ever so patiently.

Natasha coughs, interrupting you and Wanda from your longing gazes. Your expression is dazed. Nat tickles your side, and you let out a small yelp. She gives you an apologetic grin.

“I, on the other hand, heard more about you through Yelena at first. She saw you going into the office a few Saturdays here and there, getting ahead on your work. Or should I say, Steve’s work?” Natasha waggles her eyebrows at you, and you smile. Steve was a good boss, but damn the man was slow as snails when it came to technology and numbers.

You think back to those afternoons spent with your music playing through your computer speakers, singing softly to yourself while you chipped away at another spreadsheet for the monthly earnings. Yelena had stopped in to the office to pick up a few things the one Saturday. You figured that she’d forgotten something there before leaving for the weekend. It didn’t seem weird at the time. Yelena had purposely stopped to ask you what you were doing. Taking a look over your shoulder to read the spreadsheets, calling you a ‘workaholic supercomputer’, before heading back home to Kate.

The following Saturday, Natasha casually strolled up to your desk. Your glasses pushed to the top of your head, chewing on a pencils eraser. MUNA playing through your computer speakers.

‘Hey supercomputer’ she mused glancing over your computer monitor. You jumped at the sound of her voice. Natasha laughed, before asking,

“Why are you here, kid? It’s Saturday.”

“Supercomputers don’t require rest.” You said coyly, taking the eraser from between your teeth. Natasha quirked a brow. Her arms were folded across her chest. She rocks backwards suppressing a smile.

“Do supercomputers like coffee?” She asked you, starting to let the smile leak through. You were just happy Ms. Romanov was committing to the ‘supercomputer’ bit.

“Absolutely.”

And so the rest of the afternoon was spent with Natasha periodically checking in on you with another cup of coffee. She praised your work ethic, and told you to take Monday off. You declined, and admitted that this job gave you something to do.

“Supercomputer was such a lame nickname,” you giggle leaning into Natasha’s shoulder. The memory gives you more comfort as you settle into Nat's touch. Running her fingers through your hair you inhale her scent deeply. She smells like rose water.

“She called you that for a while, just so you know.”

The three of you sit like that for a while. You lean into Natasha’s right shoulder, and Wanda leans into her left.

“So Dorogoy, what do you say?” Natasha asks, her breath tickling your face. You scrunch your nose, grinning at her.

“About joining your… crime group? Or?” You ask burying your face into her shoulder further. Calling their mission a ‘crime group’ was the dorkiest thing you’ve ever said. Well maybe not as dorky as ‘supercomputer’ but still.

“I mean a date, sweetheart, With Wanda and I?”

“Yes, please.” You beam, peering up at Natasha and Wanda. The three of you exchange looks of excitement, all grinning ear to ear. Ever so gently, Natasha leans over to kiss your temple. You could’ve turned your head, and greeted her lips with yours. But you let the small gesture wash over you. Giving you hopes of what was to come.

“Oh, and Detka?” Wanda says, reaching over to lightly grab your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her emerald eyes are barely noticeable with how blown out her pupils are,

“You are already a part of our ‘crime group’.” Wanda’s tone is matter of fact, and the realization sets in. You’ve been working with Nat on inventory all of this time. Wanda leans back, closing her eyes before speaking again,

“You’re going to look so good on our arms, baby,” Nat hums in approval, also leaning her head back on the couch, shutting her eyes. So you follow suit, resting your head on Natasha’s shoulder, shutting your eyes with a little sigh. Despite being in the arms of a pair of criminals, you never felt more safe.

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[honorarypines]

Top Gun movies + text posts part 1/?

While I'm too tired and overwhelmed to draw, have some more memes, this time with the aviators!

[enthyrea]

breakfast club poster parody :)

(also it’s my birthday wahoo!! thank you all for the support this year 🤍)

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Natasha: Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?!

Y/N: YOU TOLD ME NOT TO THINK!

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.

word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)

SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

You slept like the dead.

Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber. 

Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.

It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.

“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.

Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen. 

“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.

Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.

Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.

The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.

“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.

When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense. 

You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Mama! Mommy!” 

The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension. 

Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.

“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.

“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow. 

Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”

You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy. 

Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.

“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.

Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear. 

Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.

“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”

At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches. 

“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table. 

You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.

“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.

The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again. 

“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”

The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. 

Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.

With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss. 

“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”

Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.

“I love you too.”

*****

The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.

Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.

“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.

“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.

Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”

You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.

Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.

“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”

“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”

Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.

Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.

***

“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”

“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!” 

The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”

“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”

Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”

“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”

Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now. 

You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.

“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”

Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.

You, indeed, were hard.

Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.

The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.

Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.

The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed. 

Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.

Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.

“L/N,” Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?” 

In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.

“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”

“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.

“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”

***

“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”

Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.

After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.

“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.

Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.

“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.

A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.

“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.

The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.

Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you. 

She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.

“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.

“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife. 

Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.

Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.

“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.

The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.

You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.

Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.

Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.

“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again. 

You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.

“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.

“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”

Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.

She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”

“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”

so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh

reblog or no more milf!nat

SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

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after reading so many stories where their actual names are used like Jake Seresin, Natasha Trace, Javy Machado, etc., it’s so crazy to me that not once did they say any of the pilot’s real names in the actual movie except for Bradley who has both Cyclone and Maverick say his first name (his last name is said a lot more) and Maverick (for obvious reasons)

not even like a Lieutenant Trace or a Lieutenant Seresin, they were always just simply referred to as “Lieutenant”

the only time we really see their names are on the beginning screen where Cyclone is showing Mav the 12 pilots and their last names on the tags of their uniforms in the bar scene

everyone is simply referred to as their callsign and even in cast interviews, they introduce themselves using their call signs and never the actual names

come to think of it? i genuinely feel like they weren’t in the movie THAT much because i saw a post that calculated Glen’s screen time and it was like less than five minutes total?

all this to say, fan fiction is SO powerful because this was such a minuscule detail of the movie that we could’ve forgotten about but everyone kind of just took it and ran with and now I can’t see it any other way

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