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writerslittlelibrary · 8 days

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Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

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a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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dc-marvel-life · 7 months

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You Are My Family Now

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: Natasha is dating someone that the team does not like and tries to get Natasha together with Bruce.

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: This is for @waltermis. I saw that you looking for a story like this, and I love the idea so much I made it. Lisichka - little fox, I found this online so I am not 100% sure if it means little fox.

Warnings: The team is mean

You are an ex-assassin/spy for hire who was awfully good at her job. Your biggest enemy was the Avengers, but they never were about to spot you. You caused many injuries and near-death experiences for them, so you were on their naughty list.

No one in the world was able to get close enough to catch you, well no one but Natasha Romanoff. You also have a soft spot for you. You could never pinpoint exactly why but you had the biggest crush on her. It was the way her body moved against you. It was always a dance between you too, but you always got away. You couldn’t tell if you were just that skilled or she let you go on purpose.

You thought that she liked the cat and mouse game that you both played just as much as you do. It was also the way she talked to you. No matter what the situation is or what you said, she always had a sassy comeback that made your heart skip a beat.

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It all changed one night in Paris. You were working a job where you needed to take out a mob boss who was staying at a hotel nearby. You were just about to walk up and take him out when Natasha came out of nowhere and stopped you.

A fight ensued and you got badly injured. You couldn’t finish the mission with how bad the wound was. You needed to get to your safe house immediately and take care of the wound before you bleed out. You somehow managed to get to your safe house alive, but you weren’t alone. Natasha was able to follow you back.

“Looks like you got sloppy there Silver Fox,” Natasha says once she enters your safe house with a gun in hand. You smile at the way she says your code name. She says it with so much lust behind it. This time you couldn’t say anything smart back at her because you were bleeding to death.

Natasha looked at you and saw that you were in real pain. You are lying on the floor with your hand on the wound trying to put pressure on it but slowly losing it. Just like you, Natasha had a soft for you too. Natasha puts down her gun and treats your wound. Once she finishes patching you up, she puts you in the bed and finds some food and water for you.

“Don’t scare me like that again Fox” Natasha says handing you water.

“Wouldn’t plan on it. Then who would you track across the whole world to see” you say taking the water.

“By the way, my name is Y/N,” you say realizing that you never knew each other names. Just code names Black Widow and Silver Fox.

“My name is Natasha. It is nice to finally meet you” Natasha says with a small smile. You both stare at each other’s eyes then something clicks. You both lean in for a kiss that feels like it lasted for hours. That night you both made love in that safe house until the sun came up.

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That became your guys' routine for a few years. You guys will find each other then find a hotel or safe house to make love all night and leave in the morning. During the years that you both have been hooking up with each other, you started to fall in love with Natasha. After you guys finished, you would talk about everything. She told you about the Red Room and how she lost her sister. You told her about your backstory and why you are an assassin/spy.

You wanted to do better for Natasha, so you slowly started to take fewer and fewer jobs until you were completely out. Natasha was able to track you down in Jamaica. Once she got there, you told her that you were about of the game and wanted to do right by her. Natasha was so happy to hear it and officially asked you to be her girlfriend.

You said yes and you guys spent a week in Jamaica. Natasha didn’t know that you planned for this whole week. It was the best time of your life.

A month later, Natasha told the team that you guys were together and they weren’t happy about it. You have caused so much damage to the team over the years and it can’t be fixed anytime soon.

You understood and asked for a chance. The team didn’t want to give you a chance, but Fury wanted to keep your talents so he let you on the team with pushback.

You were happy that you could actually do some good in the world and be near your girlfriend. After a few months of staying there, you and Natasha moved into the same room together. Everything was going great with you two.

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Now you are on a solo mission while the team is at the compound having a chill night drinking, playing games, and watching movies.

Natasha is drinking with the rest of the team but she is waiting for you to be back. You told her tonight when you come back you are going to cook her a nice meal to celebrate each other. So Natasha is trying not to drink too much unlike her teammates who are drunk right now.

“You know Nat, you shouldn’t be dating Gold Fox,” Tony says slurring his words.

“It is Silver Fox and she has a name,” Natasha says defensively.

“Look what we are trying to say that she isn’t good for you. Why not date Bruce? He is a better fit for you” Wanda says to her best friend. Natasha rolls her eyes at the thought of it. She only wants to be with you. It was no secret that Bruce has a crush on Natasha and everyone is for it but you and Natasha.

“No, I am in a happy relationship” Natasha bites back at her team.

“How about you kiss to see? You may never know. Now kiss” Tony says and the whole team starts to chant ‘kiss’.

“Hell no!” Natasha says but now Bruce is drunk and has some confidence. He comes over to where Natasha is and pulls her into a kiss with the team cheering.

Then you hear a loud bang. The team turns around to see you standing there with bags of groceries. You drop the bags and leave the compound.

“Look at what you guys did” Natasha gets up to try and catch you but you are long gone. Natasha sighs and starts to pick up the bags that you dropped. Natasha let out a sigh because she was looking forward to dinner. You always made her the best food and she wanted a night alone with you. You've both been on missions back to back and needed it.

Natasha picks up the bags and sees a small box. She opens the box to see a beautiful engagement ring. It is the ring that Natasha has been describing you for months now.

“You guys are all dicks!” Natasha screams and takes off to the landing bay. She knew exactly where you were going. The safe house in Paris.

Natasha takes a small jet and goes to you. She gets to the safe house and sees you on the bed in a ball crying while holding a picture of you two on your first date.

“Lisichka” Natasha comes over to you and holds you tight. She wipes away your tears.

“Why would you do it” you say in a small voice.

“Lisichka, it didn’t happen that way. The whole team was drunk and wanted me to kiss Bruce. I said no and he came up and grabbed me. He kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him. These lips are only for you” Natasha kisses your cheek. You turn around so you are looking in her eyes to see that she is telling the truth, and she is.

Natasha likes to think that you can’t tell when she is lying but you also do.

“Now were you serious about this” Natasha holds up the box.

“Yes. I was supposed to ask you about a beautiful dinner and it be romantic” you say sadly.

“Well, the answer is yes. And this is just perfect for me” Natasha kisses you with all the passion that she has. You hold her close so she does go away.

“Let’s run away together,” Natasha says once she breaks the kiss.

“Baby, no,” you say and Natasha looks at you confused.

“As much as I would love to run away with you. The Avengers are your family. You even got Yelena back in your life. I don’t want to be the reason why you have to leave your family” you say holding her cheek.

“You know that you are my family now too right” Natasha gets the ring out of the box. You stop her and put the ring on her.

“That’s very true,” you admire her with the ring on.

“Fine, but I will make them like you,” Natasha says in all seriousness.

“I bet you will,” you say and kiss Natasha again. You guys spend the night making love to each other in the same place that started it all.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Kinktober (9)- Begging

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: While you are tied up, your girlfriends intend on giving you a show that leaves you begging for more.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Threesome, Magic restraints, Magic Cum-filled Strap-on, Dirty Talk, Fake cum, Creampies

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“Please…” you whimpered, eyes pleading desperately at your girlfriends who were currently making out on your bed. You watched attentively as Natasha cupped Wanda’s jaw, her tongue sliding into the witch’s mouth to deepen the kiss. Wanda’s toned thighs straddling the redhead, the bare skin teasing you from your position across the room.

Red tendrils held your arms down against the arms of the chair you were in, your legs also tied to each chair leg making you spread out on the piece of furniture and left to watch the show they were putting on for you.

Two sets of green eyes turned to you at your plea, both women also smirking at the pathetic tone and clear frustration on your face. They simply ignored you after that, turning back to one another and crashing their lips together again. A moan escaped Wanda when Natasha flipped them over, pinning the brunette to the bed and holding her hands above her head before kissing down her neck.

“Don’t tease me Nat,” Wanda husked out, glaring down at the spy who looked up with an innocent glint in her eyes.

“I’m not teasing you, love,” she purred, looking over to you with a knowing smirk. One of your favourite things was to take your time with the witch, have her sensitive to your touch, calling your name out in frustration as you slowly explored her body. A small groan escaped you when you realised what Natasha was trying to do.

“Don’t make me tie you down too,” the witch huffed out, a chuckle escaping Natasha before she placed another kiss to the top of her breasts and climbed back up to press her lips to the woman under her.

“What do you want me to do Wanda?” Natasha’s Russian accent wrapped around her words delicately as she murmured against the brunette’s lips. The witch simply answered by conjuring a red strap on around the older woman’s waist, peering up at her with a mischievous look.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, breaking her hands free from the spy’s grip and scratching down her back to leave red trails. Natasha groans in response and kisses Wanda once again, pouring passion and want into it before pulling away. “Don’t be gentle with me Detka,” she whispers, and you let out another desperate noise.

You watch with jealousy as Natasha lines up the tip of the toy and thrusts it into Wanda, both moaning at the feeling. You groan to yourself when you realise Wanda’s enchanted the toy so Natasha can feel everything as she slides the toy out and slams back into the witch. A guttural moan is ripped from the back of Wanda’s throat when Natasha starts to pound into her, the brunette’s fingers tangling into the red locks and pulling her head closer to crash their lips together.

Your hands fight vigorously with the magic restraints, aimless words tumbling out of your mouth, begging either woman to let you get involved. Your words fall on deaf ears though as Wanda calls out the spy’s name along with curse words in Sokovian while Natasha moves to bury her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around the toy.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Wanda moans and you feel like you’re literally about to combust on the spot, “Look how good Nat’s fucking me.” Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words as you watch Natasha move to kneel, her hips still snapping into Wanda as her hands lift the witch’s hips to thrust deeper into her. Wanda throws her head back at the action, showing off her sharp jawline and how her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Please, please let me go,” you whine, still pointlessly trying to move your arms. Wanda lolls her head to the side to look at you, her mouth parting into an o shape as Natasha hits a sweet spot inside her.

“You’re taking me so well Wanda,” Natasha pants out, moving a hand to circle the brunette’s clit and earning a loud moan in response. “Do you want to come for me?” she looks down at Wanda who nods her head, tearing her gaze away from you to look at the spy.

“Please let me come Nat,” she groans out, her hands gripping Natasha’s forearms as her fingers dig into the witch’s waist.

“Come for me,” Natasha rasps out while leaning down, moaning into the kiss as she feels her walls clench around her and body tense, her orgasm ripping through her body. Natasha follows straight after, hips stuttering as she comes into the Wanda, fake come filling her up as she moans loudly at the strange sensation.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch them recover, the throb between your legs incessant as you stare at the scene in front of you.

“Please,” you whimper out once again, making them both turn to look at you. Natasha pulls out of Wanda, the white liquid slowly oozing out of her before Natasha uses her finger to push it back in.

“Shush baby,” Wanda says while conjuring another red strap on, this time around your waist. “Do you want to fill me up too?” she purrs, climbing onto your lap effortlessly and gripping the toy. Your hips buck as best they can under her at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around you.

“I want to make you feel so good,” you groan when she sinks down onto you, leaning forward to rest your head against her chest. “Can I touch you now?” You moan when you feel how tight and warm she is, her hips moving up and down you at a tortuous pace.

She hums to begin with, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at her, “What do you think Nat, should I let her?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she husks out, walking till she’s behind your seated form, hands drifting across your shoulders and collarbones, “She has to ask nicely first.”

“Please let me touch you,” you sigh out, Wanda grinding down on the toy while moaning next to your ear now, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to touch you, please, I want to make you feel so good Wands,” you plea, the desperate tone making her take pity on you. Her magic dissipates around you, one hand immediately going to her waist to guide her movements while the other goes to her clit, circling it in time with each movement of her hips.

“Fuck baby,” she moans, moving to kiss you while Natasha starts to mark your neck. “That’s it, right there,” Wanda groans out when you thrust your hips slightly under her, hitting all the right places as she starts to bounce on your lap.

“Oh shit,” you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, face moving to the crook of her neck as you whimper against the skin, “I’m gonna come, please, can I?”

“Not yet,” she sighs out, tugging you by your hair to look into your eyes, “Just hold it a little longer,” she murmurs softly, pressing her lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda continues to ride you, moans freely leaving your lips as you try to hold back.

“Please, I can’t hold it much longer,” she shakes her head, you groaning in response.

“Just a little longer,” her hips are relentless as she lifts her hips up then slams them back down, your fingers still circling her clit, “Fuck. Come with me baby,” she practically screams, her clenching around you and coming. Fake cum spills into her as you bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moan, hips twitching and legs shaking as you finally come.

“You ok baby?” you hear her whisper, nodding your head and snuggling against her chest.

“You did so well for us,” you hear them both whispering praise before guiding you to the bed, letting you tangle your limbs with theirs as you cuddle. You don’t notice when they clean themselves up or yourself, too blissed out with pleasure and easily drift off to sleep in between your girlfriends.

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spiderfunkz · 8 months

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✧.* THE STATUE OR ME ?

— summary : natasha gets jealous over a statue.

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, a kiss on the cheek, reader being a tease, not proofread.

a/n : inspired by this one prompt i found somewhere with my own spin on it. my requests for natasha are open so please request some prompts !! sorry this ones short lolz

the museum was cold as you dig your hands deeper into your pockets. natasha was standing beside you, her hands wrapped around your waist.

the museum room was filled with all kinds of art. realism, surrealism, sculptures, pottery, expressionism. everything was so beautiful and eye-catching for you. you love art, you love learning about it, seeing it, and even doing it.

though, natasha didn't think the same as you. she went there to make you happy and to keep you company. she didn't know much about art, but she does know that you in fact, absolutely love it. but that doesn't change the fact that she's cold, and that she feels out of place.

inching closer to you, natasha looks up to see the statue you have been admiring. "wow. inspiring, captivating even." you say in a flat tone.

natasha groans, "can we go to another part of the museum? i rather not look at naked statues from 1,000 years ago." she turns to you.

"you just don't appreciate it the way i do." you shrug. "there is no statue in this world that deserves this much attention from you." she states.

"just look at the way his hands are wrapped around his neck. i bet his name is lucas, or maybe gary. he looks like a gary." you joked, natasha was not amused.

"it sounds like you're in love with gary."

"eh, a little bit."

"why don't you just date gary then?" she suggests. "are you getting jealous over a statue, nat?" you let out a chuckle.

"no." she shook her head. "you're pouting." you point out. "no, i'm not." she quickly answers.

"for what it's worth, my type is human, alive. not stone, dead." you explain. "you've given gary more compliments than me." she pouts.

"fine, i like your hair and smile. where as gary does not have hair, and he does not have a smile." you cross your arms, "and if he did have a smile, i bet it won't be as lovely and bright as yours." you added.

natasha smiles. "see, there it is!" you kiss her on the cheek. "i'm glad you think this highly of me." natasha's mood seemed to become better. "and the implication that bald people are statues." she added.

"if you were a statue though..."

"i'm never taking you to a museum ever again." she sighed.

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ihartnat · 1 year

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are you ashamed?

minors do not initiate! +18

genre: smut

pairings: secret girlfriend natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, dom!nat, sub!reader, rough sex, vulgar language, mentions of violence, blowjobs, angry sex. lmk if i miss something…

summary: natasha waits for the principal to show up in the office to receive her official suspension after getting caught for immoral behavior. but unexpectedly, you showed up instead of the principal, she didn’t think twice about using this moment to punish you for making her jealous.

"so fucking boring." natasha muttered to herself, taking her phone out of her pocket to look at the time.

there wasn't going to be a lot of time for this. she was expected to be yelled at by the principal and her council of teachers and tell to get the out of the school, in short a suspension, as usual.

but instead, she was waiting for the them to arrive for over half an hour while sitting on the antique couch inside the principal's office. the principal’s office was peaceful at this moment, there was no teachers or other staff around.

natasha thought that she could accomplish a lot of things in 30 minutes. such as you. YES YOU. when she thought of your face, she grinned to herself, realizing that 30 minutes would be more than enough time for her to take care of you.

you helped her to survive this school. she hated school. she didn’t want to go to school first of all.

on the other hand, you, one of the good girl in school, natasha’s secret girlfriend, loves school.

you were the only reason why she continued to attend school because she was so in love with the way you blush when you were trying to stop her from teasing you during class hours.

she was in love with everything about you — the way you would bite your lips, the way you would try to pull her hand away from your crotch, the way you would squeal in her whispers when she touched you.

you were the most attractive girl, especially in her eyes, the girl that everyone admired, the finest student in the class, and she loves the sight when you were on your knees pleading for her attention was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“fucking hell.” she clenched her fists, getting annoyed. she could be fucking your gorgeous pussy in one of those empty classes right now, but she believed that today's bad luck prevented her from doing so...

she assumed that today was not her day because, despite coming here in the hopes of seeing your attractive face or perhaps more, all she got was a suspension again and again just because she broke someone's nose, she punched the guy's face for multiple times ending him up to the hospital. she believed that the fool who tried to flirt with you in front of her deserved what he was getting. she could not just simply stand by and observe.

she had to punish you for that as she was still aware of the earlier incidents. she couldn't have her girlfriend acting inappropriately behind her back, although she was aware that you wouldn't act in such a manner, this was just another opportunity for her to fuck you dumb, and she was wise enough to realize that she shouldn't pass it up.

since the principal and the teachers didn't appear to be arriving anytime soon, natasha waited for a further 20 minutes before losing all her patience and deciding to leave.

"bullshit, i'm going. fucking waste of time." natasha hissed as she made her way to the door, wishing to leave this place as soon as possible. she just wasted so much time waiting.

she pulled the door open aggressively while muttering vulgarities till her eyes met your extremely bewildered ones. she smirked on how her food was placed immediately right in front of her.

"well, look who's here." she grinned playfully, before you had a chance to respond, she pulled you inside the principal’s office, trapping you between the door and herself.

"hi there baby, came to visit me?"

"natasha, what are you doing here —" you paused in mid-sentence as you thought back to the earlier incident, "wait, are you getting suspended again?"

"yeah obviously, thanks to you."

thanks to me? what did i do?

"i didn't even do anything?" you answered confused.

"if you didn't do anything then why did i end up breaking that fucking guy's nose, mhm? why did he end up in the hospital?"

"nat — i told him i wasn't interested and you saw that. you heard that. you know, i’ll never —”

"i do saw that, baby... but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a punishment." she whispered to my ear, "that made me jealous a while ago, you know? if one of your teacher didn’t caught me beating those guy’s ass, i’m sure he is now dead. that shit pissed me off.” she chuckled bitterly.

you felt bad to that guy and to natasha as you looked down and as usual, you were the one who caused why she ended up here, in the principal's office.

"what are those files?" she asked, her hand continued to play with your smooth strands while she remained in direct range.

“the principal told me to bring these here.”

you were the most well-known student for being intelligent after all, so of course the principal would trust you with the files and shit, natasha thought.

“so he is not coming?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

you shook your head, responding as a no, “well, he said they have an urgent meeting with the other teachers.” you answered.

"ugh! that fucking bastard." she cursed angrily, knowing she waited for almost an hour for nothing.

wait, that wasn't nothing because you were finally here. time wasn’t wasted at all.

her mood suddenly changed, "won’t you look at that.." natasha pulled you by your chin, “it’s gonna be just you and me here alone, mhm?”

even though she was used to being suspended, you couldn't help but feel guilty for giving her one again. you nodded slowly, trying not to look into her eyes. the fact that her attractive face was only a few inches away from yours didn't exactly ease your severe uneasiness either; rather, it served to aggravate it.

she interrupted your deep thoughts by lightly brushing your lower lip with her thumb. she kissed you on the lips and whispered, "you put me in so much trouble, baby."

"i'm sorry." you apologized. it made you despise yourself that you could now only whisper. she was well aware of your vulnerability to her power, and in most cases—like this one—you didn't even attempt to resist.

she smirked evilly, "wanna show me how sorry you are, sweetheart?” she moved closer and breathed hot air in your face, bringing you further closer to her. her lips were seductively brushing against yours.

you knew where this was going.

"hurry, baby. show me how sorry you are." she repeated, sounding like she was eager.

the thought of having sex in the principal's office was too risky. also, you were not sure if there was a cctv camera. if there was, you would be dead.

"i — what do you want me to do?" you asked nervously.

"get on your knees for me?” she cooed, kissing you on the corner of your lips until it went down to your neck.

you moaned slightly to the feeling of it, you were starting to feel something hot inside your body.

you did as you were told, noticing how hard she was already. the excitement of having natasha fuck your mouth and having her deeply within your tummy made you tighten your thighs.

she gave you a gentle tap on the lips to signal that you should open wide for her, and when you did, she grinned with pleasure. she immediately unbuckled her belt and slid down her pants for you, her skillful hands working quickly for the sake of both of you.

"y/n..." she whined quietly, after a few strokes, she pushed her tip on your mouth, allowing you to suck a little before fully squeezing in. "would your teachers be proud if they knew how slut you are for my cock?"

you've been in the principal's office for a couple of times already due to school work reasons but this time you were here with your secret girlfriend — doing some inappropriate work.

“mhm oh god, just like that baby, you’re doing so good!” natasha praised you while she proceeded to fuck your mouth aggressively with her tip on the back of your throat, "keep going, baby. you're my dirty little girl, right?"

due to the way you gagged around her and the way her motions caused your jaw to slack, a mixture of your spit and her cum was dripping from your chin.

as you continued sucking her, you hollowed your cheeks around her length to increase her enjoyment. you could notice how hard she was trying to control her moans by biting on her lips repeatedly to keep quiet.

you, on the other hand, were never a fan of risky activities like public sex, but natasha was a sucker for that. she often begged for a quickie during lunch or a quick head after school, claiming no one would notice—which, for the most part, was true. even though you weren't a big fan, you had to confess that you enjoyed the excitement.

"fuck baby, i'm so close." natasha moaned pretty loudly, her voice gradually becoming higher as she came closer. she shifted you away from her dick by tugging on your hair, causing her length to fall free with a quiet pop.

you were sure that your mascara was fully ruined, the coat of cum and spit that had piled on your chin together with your uniform made you look horrible, but the way natasha was staring at you with her green eyes as she was panting made you feel like the hottest woman in the world.

she pushed you into the antique couch that she had been sitting on a while ago while wrapping her hands around your neck. she tightened her teeth and said, "you’re so fucking beautiful," noticing how ravishingly beautiful you were just for her.

natasha turned you around and bent you over, she grinned as she noticed the wetness on your adorable undies and said, "you love being a slut for me, don't you?” she teased by slapping your pussy over your panties while putting her fingers on the enter where it was soaking wet.

“nat, please…”

“please, what?” she chucked evilly. “i wish your teachers could see you like this. see how ‘good innocent student’ you are.” she let out, emphasizing those words.

she pulled your panties down, growling at the sight of your wetness stuck to your underwear. “god baby, you’re making me so horny. i can’t wait to put this cock inside of you.” she let out and slapped your ass.

you were now so wet, you want to take her cock. you want her inside of you, “nat, i want you now.” you muttered.

natasha smirked at you and pulled your panties down to your legs, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby. look at your pussy, it look so perfect, just for me.” she said as she was looking at the fully viewed pussy of yours.

“nat, please just fuck me!” you hissed desperately.

“didn’t your teachers teach you to be patient?” natasha laughed. she was now rubbing her tip on your entrance, making you squirm slighty and more desperate. “i guess they didn’t. be my pretty good student then.”

“i — ”before you could speak, natasha pushed her big thick cock all the way inside you, without any warning. you bit your lips and hissed in pain, as your pussy sucking her cock.

with each thrust, natasha began to move her hips slowly yet deeply as though she enjoyed your reaction. she was going to take her time with you and fuck you mercilessly.

you couldn't move in the position she had you in, making her the clear dominant one. she was holding body, mostly your hips tightly, her groans filled the room along with your little whimpers as you could feel her movements quickening. your pitches followed the beat of her hips, increasing with each hit.

with that, you were making an effort to control your noise, but natasha, was there to disrupt your plans as she started aggressively slamming her cock into you nonstop.

“nat, please slow down….” you whined quietly.

you were a completely moron to assume that she would still have some kindness left in her at this point.

“are you scared of getting caught? you scared they might see you like this?” she spanked your ass, wanting you to lose yourself even more.

“mhm god… you’re so big…” you murmured, biting the cushion as you tried to lower your moans, you hissed in pain after she slapped you in the ass.

“or you are ashamed to be getting fucked by me, huh?” she pulled your head back and freed you from the cushions you were biting on. she was seeking for a response from you and you know to yourself she would not be pleased until she had one.

“n-no please, nat!” you cried out as you stuttered, hands searching for something to grab onto. she was fucking you so hard, you were now bending your neck and back causing it to almost break. at this point, talking was difficult for you to do right now.

“fuck y/n! look at me when i’m talking to you!” she forced your head back much more, putting a tight grip around your throat and locking you in the position she put you in. “why do you want us to be in secret? are you ashamed of me? am I not good enough for you, mhm?”

this time, her voice was serious and even sounded hurt. with the way she bottomed out, feeling her deep inside your pussy, you could see her releasing all the repressed annoyance from you. you were extremely close.

“y-you are nat, i’m sorry, p-please...” you begged.

you realized that she had a reason to be upset and with that you wanted to talk to about it with her.

“please? in the mood to beg today, huh sweetheart?” she teased, she loved seeing you looking like a mess and miserable. natasha couldn't manage to stay mad with you. it was pissing the shit out of her but she couldn't help it, she was too fragile for you. “do you wanna cum, baby?”

“yes please, baby…”

“come for me, baby.”

just like you, she was close to her climax. she was been trying to hold it together for a while, but having you so beautiful on her cock with the school uniform was driving her crazy. she wanted to breed you so bad in this room and corrupt every good thing about you.

she had to give you a few more deep thrusts before you began cumming and moaning weakly. her hot seeds spilled into your throbbing pussy and sweat was now pouring from your bodies as you both panted and gasped.

she gave you a kiss on your neck as she pulled out. you saw her wiping all the mess you both made using her hoodie. she helped you to fix your clothes back in proper. you smiled at her knowing she was always doing the aftercare every time you both do it.

both of you were now sitting on the couch, while your head was resting on natasha’s shoulder.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” the embarrassment quickly overcame her as she whispered softly, her head bowed in shame.

you gave her a confused look and asked, “for what?”

“you know for this… i know you hate being in risk.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her hair behind her ear. “baby, it’s okay i like doing it with you...” you said, giving her a peck on the lips, “…and i think i should be the who need to apologize.”

“what? why?” she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at you.

“uh… for making you feel i’m ashamed of you. for our relationship.”

“oh god, i didn’t mean to —”

“no nat, you were right.” you interrupted her, thinking she deserved better than being a secret. to be honest, you were scared that people in school and your parents would know that you were finally dating someone and you were still not comfortable with the thought of them knowing you have a girlfriend, “we should finally tell people we’re dating so no one would get hurt again.” you chucked a little.

“even your parents?” natasha asked and you nodded.

“you sure? you know i just talk a lot sometimes.” she laughed. “we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable, baby...”

“i’m so sure baby, i want them to know that i am your girlfriend and you are only mine.” you bit your lips and grinned in excitement.

when she heard what you said, natasha smiled and leaned in to give you a passionate kiss. you loved how forgiving and patient she was with you. you could never asked for more. you were so lucky to have her. she was such a keeper.

“i think i should get going, still have a math class.” you giggled as the two of you pulled away.

“you’re such a nerd.” she teased.

“shut up and go to your class too!” you scolded her, rolling your eyes playfully.

“nah, i’d rather stay here than listen to mrs. hugo’s history lecture. her class is so boring for real.” natasha said and rolled her eyes dramatically.

you shook your head and said, “ fine whatever, nat… see you tomorrow.”

“see you later.” she corrected, “i’ll come get you after your class.” natasha smirked and gave you a wink.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut

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kararomanoff · 1 year

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Professor Romanoff's dirty slut

this was written by a minor, if that makes you uncomfortable then feel free to not read.

warning: pet names(dove, baby, detka (baby), honey ect.), maybe degradation, oral (r giving), mommy kink, age gap (legal)

Who know miss romanoff would be this way when your one minute late to class

i might make this a two parts but idk yet

It’s Tuesday morning and you had a Russian lecture with Miss Romanoff, she was a mysterious woman with her red shoulder length locks of hair and a body carved by the greatest gods hands, Miss Romanoff is the woman of your dreams but she’s your professor, although your unconscious mind didn’t care about that always trying to make it harder for you by giving you the most filthy wet dreams to ever be see and you just happened to have one last night.

you walk into the lecture hall just one minute late but Natasha still picked up on it and she was gonna use it.

the lecture was as normal, you spent the majority of the the lecture fantasising about your professor; about how her raspy voice would sound whispered in your ear for only you to hear, how her hands would feel as they wonder over your body and how her lips would touch against your neck while leaving marks of belonging. “miss y/l/n, please stay behind I would like to speak to you” miss romanoff says breaking you out of your thoughts “that is the end of the lecture, have a nice rest of the day. I will see you all again on Friday” you hadn’t even realised that you had blanked out for the whole lecture, wait did professor romanoff notice? Is that why you were to say behind? Shit

“come with me y/n” miss romanoff said standing up once every one left, you followed her down the busy hall ways until you where lead into a dark office that you assumed to be miss Romanoff’s.

She sits down at her desk “sit” she commands, you sit as fast as possible feeling the need to do whatever she says “good girl” fuck.

“you where late” she states sternly “I was?” You ask not in the know that you had been, all be it by one minute “yes, by one minute” “ohh thank god I thought I had be serious late” you breathe relieved

“YOU WHERE LATE!” She raises her voice “ ‘m sorry” “good…. Now did you pay attention to my lecture?” “I- yes- I did” you speak nervously “really because you seemed pretty distracted honey” it shocked you how she could change so suddenly from being pissed to soft and caring “I mean- yeah I was a bit but I promise it won’t happen again”

“Mhmm…..what districts you sweetheart?” Miss Romanoff's voice sounded raspier as she asked “I-I- I’m not sure” “I think you know dove, it’s okay you can tell me”

“y-you” your shaky voice came out quiet, your leg shakes and your hand fidget's with your rings ''yeah?'' miss romanoff ask with a sly look, pretending she hadn't already known that, as if she didn't touch herself to the thought of you far more than anyone would ever willingly admit ''what about me distracts you detka?'' miss romanoff ask as she unbuttons two buttons on her blouse and looks back up to see the hesitant look on your face ''tell me, im not judging you''

''your voice and your body and how mysterious you seem and how you'd-no-i'' you paused and she gives you a nod to continue ''how-how you'd...........touch...me'' miss romanoff smirks at you words

''i bet you lie in bed at night touching yourself at the thought of me'' your blushing cheeks was enough to tell her that you did ''come to mommy detka'' your professor spoke, you got up and stopped till you got the beautiful woman, she stood, starting to pull down her slacks and lacey black panties, when she was done she sat back down on her leather spinning chair ''your going to eat mommy out till she cums to show her how make you want her'' ''yes mommy'' ''good girl, now get to work and please your mommy like the good girl you are'' Natasha grabs your face and shove it to her heat ''eat'' and so you do you starts to kitty lick her clit, her moans encouraging you to continue ''don't be a fucking bitch don't tease me'' ''sorry mommy'' ''if you where really sorry you wouldn't be using your mouth to vocally apologise'' she was stern

you put your head back down pushing your tongue inside of her, she pulls your hair in response ''ughhhh....thats it slut'' Natasha starts to grind her hips against your face, her clit hitting against your nose ''such a dirty slut for mommy huh? ugh-mh-i... fucking whore im cumming- shit'' once she comes down from her high she pulls your face away ''you better leave, your definitely late for your next lecture'' you nod getting up and then wipe your face before you walk to the door.

as your about to open the door you hear miss romanoff ''see you soon'' she winks, god

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff #fanfic #female #natasha romanova #natalia romanova #fanfic smut #mommy!nat #female reader #lesbian #black widow #marvel #fypage #black widow x reader

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wandasmistress · 1 year

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Trapped

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

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

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really missed this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marvelflame2010 · 6 months

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Anya: The wee-hoo thingy?

Natasha: You mean the fire alarm?!

(aka, Anya not understanding certain English words and Natasha getting a grey hair.)

(Find my story at https://www.quotev.com/story/15345168/The-Winter-Widow/1)

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scar-lie · 5 hours

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The remaining of you [Natasha]

Summary : Dealing the aftermath of the scene Natasha dreaded to come sooner in her life

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader, Mom ! Natasha x Daughter! Romanoff

Warning : shouting, crying, mention of death, scared little Romanoff, torture, nightmare, I thinks that's

Word count : 2,514

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

“What is your problem, Nat?! You can't just drop her off just like that, like she's nothing.” Wanda screamed at the red head, whose head was low, taking a deep breath and placing her hands on the table in the kitchen.

"Wanda, please, not now,” Nat whispered, swallowing the lump on her throat. But Wanda’s not having any of her shits anymore; she's tired of seeing how the little redhead heart broke every time Nat refused to do anything with her.

"No, Natasha, I’m not gonna let you throw her like garbage anymore; enough was enough; that girl is trying to at least have your attention, even for a second, but you always rejected her; you don't even spare her even a glance, and it broke her heart.” Saying Wanda was furious was an understatement. She took the girl under her wings a week when Natasha and Yelena brought her in, seeing how the baby was craving some affection and skin-to-skin contact.

"Wanda, please, it's not that easy.” Natasha was thankful that most of the Avengers are on mission and some run their own errands, leaving her, Wanda, and the 5-year-old girl in the compound.

“What Natasha? It is not easy for you to show a little affection to your daughter. You have 3 years, Natasha, 3 years to pull yourself together, 3 years that she's under my wings to protect, to love, admire, care for, and to be a mother to her. She's just a little girl, Natasha, and she's craving her mother's attention. Why can't you give her that? ”Natasha saw the hurt in her eyes, and she knows that it's not only Wanda's emotion she's showing but also the little girl too.

“I want to, Wanda, ok, I really do, but I can't, ok, I just can't,” Natasha shouted, looking up at Wanda with tears in her eyes.

“I want to cuddle her, kiss her, bond with her, spoil her, sing to her, or tell her story. I want to be Wanda. I really want to be a mother to her, but I just can't…….I-I” Natasha shook her head, wiping her tears that were now falling. She knew how her daughter was hurting; she heard every cry; she knew she always knew.

“Then do it; love her; show her that she matters to you because she will not love you or be there bothering you for your attention forever. Don't take her for granted, Natasha; you have a precious girl who loves you more than life itself; don't waste it.” Wanda stands tall in her spot, getting strong for the kid and not cave in and comforting her; she has to do it for the sake of the little girl who's sleeping upstairs.

“Don't let your insecurities get the best of you again; don't push her away like you did with Y/N; if you really love Y/N, you will take care of that little girl you two made; don't let history repeat itself.” Wanda quickly got cut off by Natasha's sudden outburst, with tears streaming down her face.

“You wanna know the reason why? Huh? That's the reason why I can't look at her; I can't be with her because every time I look at her face, all I can see and think about is Y/N, how she lay in that fucking bed unresponsive, how I didn't protect them, that I let her alone with an open window for my enemies to attack freely, and I blame myself for what happened, because if I could just be brave and don't let these thoughts get the best of me, I should have been there to protect them, or I should be the one laying in my own fucking blood, not her.” Natasha then punched the cabinet beside her, wanting to let the emotions out.

“I can't, Wanda, ok, because that day keeps flashing in my mind when I look at her eyes. She reminded me of how stupid, reckless, and selfish I am. Because of me, her mother got killed, and she got kidnapped right after she was born.” Wanda frowned, looking at Natasha with sympathy, so Natasha shook her head, not wanting her pity.

"Don't, Wanda, please don't look at me like that; I don't need your pity, Wanda.” They quickly got interrupted with the cute little voice in the entrance of the kitchen, making both of them look up in the direction.

“Auntie Wanda? ”The little girl whispered, clutching her big husky dog stuff toy that's a little big and taller than her, looking at her auntie with doe teary eyes, pout lips, and her cheeks and tip of her nose are red until she saw the redhead in the room, making her feel small and want to hide, so she scooted to the side, trying to hide in the small cabinet, only the head peeking out to look at her auntie Wanda.

"Oh, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you hiding there? ”Wanda softly talked, walking to the scared little girl, and sat on her heels to be on the same level as the little girl. She quickly wrapped her arm around her auntie, sniffling, and still had a strong grip on her stuff toy, so Wanda took her in her arm, one hand rubbing her back while she cried and one arm under her bump, and swayed her back and forth to comfort the little girl.

“I-I had a bad dream,” the little girl mumbled, soaking her aunt’s shirt.

“What dream is it? Can you tell Auntie Wanda what a bad dream it is? ”She nodded, looking at her auntie and wiping her tears, then resting her head on her auntie's shoulder while playing with the neckline of Wanda's shirt.

“I-I saw blood and bad guys,” Wanda giving her a reassuring smile to continue.

“And……and they took and I saw this fat old guy; he-he said I-I would stay with him from now on, and-and I saw dead body besides him,” the littleredhead cried again, seeing the woman lifeless, not knowing it's her mother she saw.

“Is it the same old guy and the same woman you saw?”Wanda asked softly, looking at Natasha, who has a defeated look on her face and a mixed emotion. She truly can't read Natasha at the moment.

“Yes, the beautiful woman with Y/H/L Y/H/C and arrow necklace, then the guy has glasses and white hair.” This makes Natasha clench her jaw and fist, knowing who the person her daughter is talking about, and she's afraid that the scene is that night her world will stop.

"Shhh, it's ok, sweetheart. You're here with me. You're safe now. He's not going to take you. It's ok.” Wanda gives Natasha a small smile, then goes up to their room floor to comfort the little girl and put her to sleep, leaving Natasha alone in the kitchen with her thoughts.

Natasha is jealous of Wanda. Yes, she's jealous of how Wanda can naturally take care of her daughter, how she loves Wanda, and how they both bond and do everything together. She's pretty jealous because she wanted a daughter; that's her one dream—a daughter with you.

So Natasha goes to the gym again to get all of her frustration out of her body and mind, to block everything that's bothering her, and maybe, just maybe, it will block the nightmare she has had since your death.

"No, no, please, don't hurt her. You got me, ok, hurt me instead. Just please don't hurt them,” Natasha begs the faceless woman in charge of guarding her. She's strapped down to the chair in the corner of your room where you're peacefully sleeping with your 8-month pregnant belly. You look peaceful and gorgeous.

But all the begging is useless because four women enter the room, and Dreykov is mockingly smiling at her. She hates it so much, but she didn't think of that; her mind and eyes are in your sleeping body.

When the four women approach you and the three women pin you down, it makes you awake in panic. They made sure you didn't move much, and the other one proceeded to slit open your stomach, making two big cuts, one horizontal and one vertical.

This makes you scream in pain, with tears running down your face because of the unbearable pain you are experiencing. You can feel her hands moving through your insides, slicing you open. You tried to break free to save you and your daughter from them, but you are no match for them; they are strong and can kill you in a second.

“NOOOOO!!!! PLEASE STOP IT! Please, please, I’ll do anything. Stop hurting her, stop hurting them.” Natasha screams, trying to break free from the restraints to try and save you both, but all she can do is watch you suffer from the hands of Dreykov, where she also watches how he takes her right after they cut the umbilical cord.

She watched how they just left you laying in your own bed, bleeding and unable to move or breathe. She watched how life drained out of your eyes, how the color of your skin turned pale, but how you looked at her in the eye while you were dying.

“Y/N? No please, no don't leave us please, no no noo please, no don't take my baby away no please.” Natasha keeps screaming, crying, and begging, but it's all no use; your dead in front of her, eyes still open, and your daughter is taken away. She's left there in the chair, feeling every pain.

“Wake up, wake up, Ms. Romanoff,” the little red head shouted, shaking Natasha violently. The other few attempts she made to gently wake her up didn't succeed, so she shook and slapped her to wake up.

“NOOOOOOO! ”Natasha screams, sitting up, beads of sweat rolling down on her face while she's panting, looking around the room until her eyes land on the little redhead who's now on the floor barefoot, head down, and nervous.

She got scared when Natasha suddenly jolted up, thinking that Natasha would hit her or shout at her, so she quickly climbed down, head low and nervous, so she kept taking small steps backward.

This didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, so she took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and Wanda's words kept echoing in her ear: “She will not love you or be there bothering you for your attention forever. Don't take her for granted, Natasha.”

And seeing her own daughter get scared and afraid to be near her is heartbreaking. She knows that sooner or later, her daughter will slip away, so she quickly gets out of bed, going to her daughter, but the little girl quickly backs away when she hears her footsteps.

So Natasha stopped, kneeled down, and carefully reached her arm out with a small smile. This made the redhead look up at the hand and up to her mother's face. Seeing a small smile made her butterfly fly in her stomach, but she was still skeptical; she didn't know Natasha, so she kept staring at her outstretched hand.

“Hey, it's ok, I’m not going to hurt you or scream,” Natasha softly said, making eye contact with her daughter. This brought her to tears, seeing your face on her daughter even though she had Natasha’s fierce red hair, green eyes, and button nose, so she quickly wiped it away for her sake.

“Wh-why are you crying?”Little Redhead asked, stepping forward and reaching out to wipe away the tears that keep running down her face, so Natasha chuckled to cover up the crack in her voice.

“Nothing; I-I’m just happy and sad at the same time,” she said, giving the little redhead a genuine smile. She was happy that she got how caring you are.

“Can I give you a hug? ”She asked innocently, making Natasha admire her, analyzing every detail on her face, and the silence made the little girl a little bit nervous, thinking that she didn't want hugs.

“Auntie Wanda said if I saw someone's sad, I should ask if I could give them a hug, ca-cause Auntie Wanda said it always works because my mommy used to do it before.” This makes Natasha even fall in love deeper with the little girl, so she quickly hugged her daughter tight, but not too tight to hurt her.

The little redhead smile, wrapping her arms around Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, happy that she gets to hug her momma for the first time, so she’s relishing this moment, afraid that in the morning she will ignore her again.

“Are you feeling better? ”She asked innocently, so Natasha nodded, cradling her to her arm, and sat at the end of the bed.

“Yes, yes, I am.” Natasha sat the little girl on her lap and looked at her face.

“You look so much like your mother.” The little girl blushed, smiling and getting a little shy at the compliment.

“Th-thank you, you look pretty,” Natasha chuckled, tucking her little girl's hair behind her ear.

“You should go back to bed; your auntie Wanda’s not going to be happy when she finds out you stay awake at this time,” Natasha whispers, and the little girl looks down, fidgeting with her own hands, a bad habit she gets from you when you're nervous, scared, or overthinking, so Natasha stops her hands and holds them.

“What's the matter? Has something happened?”The little girl contemplates if she will tell her or not, but she has no other choice cause Wanda got called on an emergency solo mission, leaving her with the redhead, so either she should stay awake all night and wait for Wanda to tell her or she should tell Natasha and have a good sleep.

“I-I had a bad dream again,” she shyly said, still looking at her lap.

“The same one you said earlier? ”The little girl nodded, so Natasha took her chin and made her look at her.

“Hey, it's ok, I’m here…… How about you join me in my bed, and we will sleep next to each other? What do you think??”The little girl eagerly nodded; her eyes went wide, and she had a huge grin on her face. She feels like it's her lucky day, spending the night sleeping next to her mother.

“Will you tell me a story? ”She asked, getting in the middle of the bed, and Natasha got under the cover, leaving space for her daughter and inviting her in so the little girl could quickly snuggle at her.

“Of course," Natasha starts to tell her a story about how she and her mother met, making the little girl listen carefully and getting amazed by the story until she’s sound asleep in Natasha’s arm, making her smile, and seeing the little girl sound asleep makes her heart melt, so she wraps her arm around her and joins her in a slumber sleep.

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waltermis · 7 months

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My comfort character

#natasha romanoff #marvel #avengers #mcu #natasha romanova #natalia romanoff #natalia romanova #black widow #scarlett johansson #nat romanoff

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lucentcosmos · 6 months

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616 Marvel October week 2 - Clint & Natasha

#natasha romanova #clint barton #black widow #hawkeye #marvel comics #marvel fanart #clintnat #clintasha #fanart #own art

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widowsistersandfriends · 19 days

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Manners

Request: Can I request a fic where Kate sees Natasha tickle Yelena. Then maybe a week later the image is still in her head and decides to try it out for herself?

Summary: Yelena has no regards to manners when it comes to eating, so Natasha knows a way to get her to cooperate. Kate sees this interaction and decides to test it out for herself.

Notes: Thank you so much for this request! It was very cute and I enjoyed writing it! Hope you like it :)

Word Count: 1285

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Natasha, Yelena, and Kate were all sitting on a couch together, watching a movie at night. There were lots of blankets, snacks, drinks, and most importantly sugar surrounding the girls. Yelena opened her bag of popcorn, stuffing handfuls into her mouth while asking Natasha what was happening.

“Yelena, haven’t we been over this? Don’t talk with your mouth spilling popcorn everywhere,” Natasha playfully scolded.

“Whatever Poser, just answer the question,” Yelena said, stuffing another handful into her mouth.

“You know what? I actually think we should teach you manners first before we finish the movie,” Natasha said, putting the popcorn bag on the coffee table. Yelena’s mouth dropped open in betrayal, much to Natasha and Kate’s amusement.

Yelena quickly tried to throw the numerous blankets off of her, but Natasha used this to her advantage. The redhead grabbed the other end of the blanket, using it to wrap Yelena up into a little human burrito with her feet sticking out. Natasha, being skilled at this, knew all the loopholes and made sure to cover them all. She had put the opening of the blanket underneath Yelena so she couldn’t uncover herself and escape. However, she also made sure Yelena’s feet and head were sticking out so she could breathe, but also be tickled to pieces.

“Natasha! Let me eat my popcorn!” The blonde shouted angrily, kicking and struggling to escape.

“Not until you learn how to eat it properly,” Natasha teased, placing one hand on Yelena’s shins, and using her other hand to drag a nail up her foot.

“AH! Natasha don’t!” Yelena threatened, already starting to break out into a grin.

Meanwhile, Kate was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching curiously. It was rare for her to see Yelena lose to anyone, even in a playful fight. Usually she was so tough and could defeat anyone in her path. However, Kate knew this could come in handy for her someday. The brunette quietly grabbed a soda off the table and sat back to watch and take mental notes.

“Laughing already?” Natasha teased, still using one finger to drag up and down Yelena’s foot.

“Ihihi’m nohohot,” Yelena stubbornly giggled out.

“Sounds like giggles to me,” Natasha remarked, now using her two index fingers to tickle each foot.

Yelena cursed at her sister, twisting around with her arms trapped underneath the wrapped blanket.

“It’s okay to laugh and be a little ticklish weakling,” Natasha teased, knowing that her sister was always so tough, except when she was faced with a light touch.

“Nehehever hehehe,” Yelena adorably giggled, much to Kate’s surprise.

“You can barely stand one finger, just wait until I use all ten of mine,” Natasha said, promptly switching to spidering all ten of her fingers over her sister’s soft soles, sending the blonde into frantic laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP,” Yelena pleaded.

“Are you gonna eat popcorn properly?” Natasha asked, as the blonde just stubbornly shook her head while laughing her head off.

“You sure about that?” Natasha asked, holding her toes back and using her other hand to tickle the spot right underneath them. This caused Yelena to shriek and kick desperately, as she couldn’t stand the overly sensitive ticklish sensation she was feeling.

“OHOKAHAHAY STAHAHAHAP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” Yelena screamed, aggressively nodding yes when her sister asked her if she would eat popcorn properly.

“See Kate?” That’s exactly how you break her,” Natasha commented, helping Yelena unwrap herself from the blanket.

“Kate Bishop don’t you dare. If you try anything I will twist you into a pretzel and leave you there,” Yelena threatened, staring the brunette down.

Kate just nodded, scared of any retaliation that would occur.

“Nah, don't fall for her fake toughness. She’ll crumble the minute you tickle her,” Natasha said, proving her point by squeezing her sister’s side, earning a yelp and a slap on the arm.

The three of them settled down and finished the movie, as Yelena ate her popcorn properly…for now.

A few days later, Yelena was going to the store to get a few things.

“Does anyone need anything?” Yelena called out.

Kate perked up at the question, as she needed a new umbrella, as hers had broken in the wind.

“Can you pick up an umbrella for me?” Kate asked, her voice quieting at the end.

“Sorry Kate, I don’t have time for errands for peasants,” Yelena said teasingly, but maintaining enough seriousness to mess with Kate. Most of the time Kate would get down and think Yelena was serious until the blonde would explain that she’s just teasing. Yelena expected this reaction again, but to her surprise, Kate was heading towards her confidently.

For once, Yelena cowered slightly, unsure of what Kate was gonna do. As tough and strong as Yelena was, Kate was also a strong and skilled fighter herself.

“You wanna think again about that statement?” Kate asked, catching Yelena off guard and throwing her onto the couch. Kate quickly pinned Yelena’s wrists under her knees, leaving her whole torso exposed.

There was a small flash of fear on Yelena’s face before she returned to her snarky self.

“Kate Bishop, this is nice and all, but you heard me. I have errands to run, and not for you,” the blonde said, sticking her tongue out to taunt Kate.

“Good thing I know your weakness!” Kate said cheerfully, but partly nervous. She didn’t know if Yelena would want to be tickled by her or if she would get mad. But she was so intrigued by her weakness that she just had to explore it more. With that, Kate wiggled her fingers menacingly and began to claw at Yelena’s ribs.

The blonde exploded into laughter, not used to Kate’s tickle techniques.

“KAHAHATE! WHY!?!” Yelena shouted, struggling to get out from under her.

“I’m not gonna stop until you get my umbrella!” Kate said triumphantly, enjoying this rare power over her friend.

“SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU,” Yelena retorted, as Kate blew a raspberry on her stomach and tickled up and down her sides.

The blonde let out a new round of fresh belly laughter, unable to control her reactions.

Kate reached down to squeeze Yelena’s knees and thighs, earning her even more laughter and kicks, making it hard for her to keep Yelena pinned.

Kate then decided to explore another spot. What she didn’t know was that she had hit the jackpot. Kate took her sharp nails and began to wiggle them on the side of Yelena’s neck, causing the blonde to scrunch up and squeal, a sight that was as rare as a blue moon.

Yelena was now laughing silently, shaking her head to try to get her friend to stop. Kate couldn’t help but laugh and quickly used her other hand to get a video.

Yelena had reached max embarrassment and her face was flushed a deep red, as she tapped out without a word.

The blonde laid there panting, processing what had just happened, before shooting a glare at Kate.

“What was that?” Yelena asked in disbelief, word for word for what she said in the elevator after she was slapped.

“Well, I’ve seen Natasha do it so much and it always works. So I decided to try it myself,” Kate said with a smug grin.

“You are so annoying,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“Why do you need an umbrella anyway?” Yelena asked after a bit.

“Oh, I actually don’t need one. I just wanted an excuse to tickle you,” Kate said with a sly grin.

“Oh really?” Yelena said, now tackling her friend and tormenting her a thousand times worse. Safe to say, they all knew how to keep each other in check. All through the power of tickles.

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