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wandasfifthwife · 12 days

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natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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

a/n: 1.3k words of smut!!

It’s not fair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“What’s all this for?”

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

She hums, “how many are you making?”

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

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

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

“No, don’t— why?”

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

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

“It’s been long enough.”

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

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

“I haven’t heard much from you.”

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

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

“I miss you too, not these antics.”

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

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

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

“Oh! You’re—?”

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

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

“Can I? Please—I need you.”

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

“I cant—ah!—I can’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you more.”

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

“Where’d you get the handcuffs?”

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

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wandanatsbaby · 2 months

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Star

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: gun. Mention of death

Natasha stood behind you. Watching, waiting, Waiting for you to find your favorite star threw the telescope before she made her move.

She had done this countless times before. She found it was easier for her victims to accept peace when they were looking at something they loved and she wouldn’t treat you any differently. So she waited quietly behind you as you adjusted the microscope looking for the specific star you loved.

She watched as your posture started to relax as you finally saw the little blue star you had been looking for. With a quiet breath she raised the gun in her hand to point it at you. She was ready. Ready to finish this mission and return home.

“It’s beautiful. Isn’t it?” You asked the girl standing behind you. She took a shaky breath at your words having not realized you knew she was there.

You turned to look at her with a small smile on your face completely ignoring the gun.

“If you're going to kill me I'd prefer you do it as I sleep tonight. I may love the star but I'd feel more comfortable laying next to you, Natty” You whispered. “But if you must then I shall look back at my star.” You turn your back to her again and look through the telescope. The star twinkles as you watch it.

“I hope I become one of them.” Suddenly the gun in Natashas hand feels too heavy and it's as if she can’t get enough air in her lungs. The gun drops to the ground with a harsh thud followed by the sound of her knees hitting the ground as choked sobs escape her body.

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ichorai · 1 year

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fluorescence ; natasha romanoff.

pairing ; natasha romanoff x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; in which you get a little too immersed in your book.

words ; 0.8k

themes ; fluff, mutant au, housemates au

warnings / includes ; no warnings, there's very gay tension in this one folks, very clear Feelings™ for each other, sun-and-moon dynamic, reader has cool powers :D

masterlist.

Fantasy had always enamored you. The blazing dragons of the sky, the glinting swords of knights, and the soft pastels of intricate ball gowns never failed to send you into a romanticized haze. It was the longing for a life you knew you couldn’t have, the sweetest of romances between forbidden parties, the thrilling action that had you gripping the book so tightly, it was a wonder its spine didn’t split into half.

On a particularly dreary winter night, you had been so immersed in the story of the princess and the dragon that you hadn’t even realized your powers getting the better of you. Vines snaked up the walls and ceilings, crawling out of your room and into the hallway. Small wildflowers blossomed by your nightstand, but you had yet to notice.

You let out a breathy laugh as you rolled over on your bed, not once ripping your gaze from the inked words, just about drowning in your thick woolen blanket. With this action, leaves sprouted from the vines and criss-crossed over your bed. Within minutes, your room started looking more like a forest than a place of slumber.

Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for her liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Natasha. Finding her laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. Her narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of her own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming her suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.

She pushed away from her work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by her feet.

“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Natasha murmured humorously once she ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have some recon papers to organize.”

In an instant, your wide eyes snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.

“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”

Natasha shrugged it off lightly, a small smile of her own playing at the corner of her lips. It relieved you to see that she wasn’t actually mad. She meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped her lungs, but was ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.

With a scoff, you nudged at her shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Natasha) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Natasha watched in muted awe, green irises darting between your concentrated expression to the flower unfurling in your palm. Nimbly, you slotted the canary behind her ear, smoothing your thumb over her carmine hair, before shifting down to trail over her cheekbone. For just a second, your eyes slid to her lips, slightly parted and lightly glossed—so very, very kissable—

Breath hitching in your throat, your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. If Natasha had noticed you ogling her mouth (which, she most definitely did) she didn’t mention it, to which you were extremely grateful.

Natasha seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but she cleared her throat and the twinkle in her viridescent eyes came back just as quickly as it disappeared.

“There. You happy now?”

She made a jokingly unimpressed noise. “It’s small.”

“Seemed fitting,” you teased. “You’re not very tall yourself, you know.”

Natasha shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” She looked oh so pretty with that flower behind her ear, dappled moonlight casting sharp shadows over her even shaper features. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before she spoke up once more. “You know, the recon can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose control of your powers.”

A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”

“Nothing would be better,” Natasha quipped as she laid down, sinking into your plush pillows with a pleased grin, inhaling the crisp fougere scent of your air freshener and enjoying the small moment of home with you a little more than she should’ve.

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 21 days

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Made c.ai bots only 3 Natasha's so far and they're honestly just slightly differently

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spiritmoodboards · 3 months

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Moodboard for Black Widow/Natasha Romanov (MCU) sacrifice/putting others first themes For an anon~ Hope you enjoy!

We're closed, thank you c:

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lucidreamsxx · 2 years

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"I'll never leave you alone"

Natasha Romanoff x FEM!OC! Ivy

Play the song, it works, trust me

Request by : @ilybucky04

《Soft comfort fluff》

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I promi-"

*SMACK!*

"WHAT KIND IF BULLSHIT IS THIS?! YOU EITHER DO THE JOB PROPERLY OR YOU CAN SIGN A RESIGNATION MS.IVY, I WILL NOT TOLERATE INCOMPETENCE! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"

Ivy just stood there staring at the floor the paper that were thrown at her now scattered, as her boss blew off on her.

"yes, sir..." she replied in a small voice as she picked up the papers off the floor and quickly left, discarding the papers on her workspace as she quickly grabbed her bags and clocked out, tears threathening to spill out of her eyes.

And it was only when she reached the safety of the car and shut the door behind her that she finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably as the pressure got to her, she cried as the evening sun shone down upon her car in the parking it's dusky rays of gold a contrast against Ivy's flood of emotions.

Ivy gently leaned her forhead against the steering wheel as she tried to calm herself down, after all, if she went home looking like a teen who just got dumped Nat's definitely gonna get worried.

*Timeskip*

*click*

The door unlocked as Ivy dragged her tired body in, Nat lounging on their large couch, wearing a tank top and some sweats as the evening sun shone down upon her as well, giving her an ethereal glow as she sat there staring at her phone. At the click of the door she looked up to see her significant other walk in and take her heels off.

NATASHA'S POV:

"Hey baby, how was work?" She asked as she put her phone down and softly padded over to Ivy.

"Fine i guess.." said Ivy as she turned her face away, in an attempt to hide her tear stains, but not well enough as Nat noticed it right away. Her eyes staring right into Ivy's darker orbs.

With the gentleness of an angel, Natasha placed her slender fingers under Ivy's chin as she pulled it up,

"Look at me...what happened?" She asked, her voice a whisper, laced with worry and care and love,

And that was indeed the last straw for Ivy, as she completely broke down in Nat's arms as she immediatly enveloped her in a hug. They stood there silent as Ivy sobbed into Natasha's chest as she held her embrace tight, slowly combing her hair with her fingers as her other hand rested on the small of Ivy's back as she rubbed it comfortingly. She then pulled away and pecked her on the forhead, then the eyes , the cheeks, the nose and finally the lips. She then pulled away and looked into Ivy's eyes.

"Hey, hey, take it easy..." she uttered out as she carefully guided Ivy to the couch, "i'm right here.."

Ivy clutched onto Nat's shirt as her feelings overwhelmed her, finally being let out after being pent up for so long.

"It's that fucked up boss of yours huh." She asked as she affectionately ran her fingers through Ivy's hair, her other hand palm up, caressing her cheek, as she leant forward to kiss her tears away.

"h-he, called me i-incompetent and- and he told me that i-i either not turn in bullshit or that i re- resign.." Ivy stammered out, "he's been doing this f-for the past month, he only picks on me"

"That bastard.." Natasha muttered to herself as she continued comforting her girlfriend,

"Baby, if you hate it that much why not resign?"

"But- but what about rent and the downpayment for the house?"

"We'll manage hun, trust me, i've saved up enough, so don't you ever worry about the money"

Upon hearing this Ivy relaxed abit, the fact that she didn't have to see her terrible boss anymore lifting her mood up abit.

"Here lemme get you some water" Nat said as she proceeded to get up from the couch only to be pulled back down by Ivy

"Please Nat, don't leave me" Ivy said with teary eyes,

With a smile Nat placed her arms around Ivy once more pulling her into her embrace, the golden light of the dusk filtering in from the gap in the curtains illuminating their faces with an angelic warm glow.

"I'll never leave you~"

#fanfic #fiction #writers on tumblr #writing #marvel #marvel one shot #marvel oc #marvel original character #marvel natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha x oc #natasha marvel #natasha romanov #natasha fluff #natasha fanfiction #Spotify

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lemon69lol · 2 years

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A not so fun day at the park

@just-werewolf-things your ocs aren’t safe from me >:)

#my art #marvel natasha #marvel oc #mcu oc #mcu shitpost

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noahmars · 2 years

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Nat: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex? Y/N: Sex. Loki: Seriously, answer faster. Y/N: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you. Loki: It’s like a giant hug. Nat: Tony, what about you? What would you give up sex or food? Tony: Food. Y/N: Okay, how about sex or money? Tony: Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice. Nat: What about you Loki? What would you give up sex or food? Loki: Oh... um... I don’t know, it’s too hard. Nat: No, you gotta pick one. Loki: Um, food... no, sex... no, food... sex... food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both!

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methystt · 2 years

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🕷 Black Widow VS Winter Soldier 🦾

#marvelxsims #my sims #sims #sims 4 custom content #sims4 #sims 4 #mysims #sims4cc #sims custom content #simmer #simblr #marvelsims #marvel natasha #mymarvelsims #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel studios #what if

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ilovenatasharomanoff2-0 · 4 months

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Nsfw twitter links.

warnings: Strap-ons, pussy eating, a little bondage, I think, fingering, squirting, cowgirl, spanking, dom! Nat, sub! reader, tit sucking, uhh yeah, I think that's it.

pairings: Natasha x fem reader

a/n: new years post! This was a really good year, and I'm so thankful for all of the support.

Natasha fucking you slowly with her strap in the morning.♡

Her taking her time with you.♡

Natasha fingering your cunt because she teased you all day.♡

Nat being so desperate to fuck your pussy♡

Natasha eating you out♡

Natasha fucking you in every way possible.♡

Having her way while you make dinner for the two of you♡

Her making you suck her strap.♡

Riding nat as she tries to control herself♡

Grinding on her lap during movie night.♡

Nat making you squirt and not stopping.♡

Pussy drunk Natasha.♡

Natasha fixated on your tits.♡

Soft Natasha telling you what to do.♡

Mean Natasha spanking you.♡

Definition of being Nat's 'passenger princess'.♡

Taking control over Natasha.♡

Natasha marking your tits.♡

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #marvel #natasha x reader #marvel smut

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critter-of-habit · 29 days

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IronMan2! Black Widow but with her hair tied back

#like a reasonable person would with that much hair #I mean it was TIED UP before she got changed why did she let it down #I mean I know why #-_-#Black Widow #Natasha romanoff #Marvel #MCU #mine #art #mcu art #marvel art

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wandasfifthwife · 20 days

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(5) a bad decision *** | I got a bad idea series

—> masterlist

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

tw: SMUT MDNI, top wanda, top natasha, bottom reader, strap in v (n giving;r receiving), fingering (w giving;r receiving), grinding (w giving;r receiving), overstim, exclusive relationship but no dating title, n is packing whoops sorry yall

a/n: I’ll come back and edit later bc omg idk how this is but I hope you enjoy lmfao

Wanda held you close, a blanket strewn over the two of you to keep warm from the cold. Her attention was on another, a familiar face you recognize as a neighbor down the street from them. Your attention was on the fire in front of you, on how the flames flickered in the wind and the small pieces floating into the sky.

She had a hand propping herself up, the other laid spread out on your thigh. You would remember her placement often when she rubs her thumb across your leg, her hand inching closer towards each time.

You’re entirely too bothered by it which is why you’re trying to focus on anything else as a distraction.

A summary of that night would be, ‘hot and bothered.’ After you climbed into bed, your thoughts ran wild. This time Wanda didn’t stop at her small comforting touch. Her hand got closer, even touching where you wanted her to. Soft kisses on your chest as she grinds her hands into your heat.

It was a dream. You realize soon enough because you woke up. The only realistic element from your dreams was the feeling between your legs. You felt it wrong to take care of it, so you showered with your head on the shower wall, replaying the dream over and over. It didn’t help.

Sure, you three were exclusive. There was a chance you could ask, but the chances of that happening are extremely low. That’s because those chances are gone, you would never ask.

Not to mention, have you even asked how they’re feeling? It’s been a day since your so-called exclusive relationship, one day.

For all you know they could be against moving your relationship further, if they even found you attractive sexually. You kept it from them. Since your dream, your body burned everytime they were near.

You found yourself in a similar position to that night. Under a blanket, beside Wanda, her hand on your thigh. Only difference being you were inside, the TV on with a random old 2000s movie playing. The time spent by the campfire awoke something in you. Since then you’ve had plenty of time mulling over them, craving for anything they give.

“They have a beautiful kid, huh?”

“Oh yes I agree,” you answer, turning towards her.

“I knew you weren’t paying attention,” she grins playfully, leaning to kiss your cheek, “they don’t have a kid.”

You continue to face her after, eyes darting around her face and dropping to her lips. The moment she begins to lean in your eyes are closing shut, waiting. It’s the first one you’ve shared. She brings her hand off your leg, pulling you deeper into the kiss with a hand on your cheek.

A gasp spills from you when her tongue brushes your bottom lip. She pulls away to look at you with your lidded eyes and glossy lips. A mumbled curse sounds from her as she’s slinging you to straddle her. She brings your face down again, kissing you with more ease. This time you’re making an effort to stay quiet. Proves difficult when Wanda trails her attention down your neck, especially when her hands come to grab at the bottom of your thighs.

She’s pulling you until your chest to chest, lips finding yours again. Your minds begin to melt, feeling like you’re floating with each ounce of attention she gives you. You actually whimper into her kiss, pressure building from within you as she moves you to straddle one leg. She breathes your name, a finger tapping your face so you open your eyes.

“Do you want to go further?”

You only give her a nod, frustrating her so she playfully pinches your hip, “words, angel.”

“Yes,” you breathe, “please.”

Her hands are gentle on you as she holds your waist, guiding your hips down onto her leg. It’s all too much. Her hand teasing you a day ago, the dream you had. Now you’re hypersensitive to every touch, soaked already after kissing.

“Ride my leg,” she whispers, jerking your hips forward as an example.

You start a rhythm, taking anything that’s given to you. Head in her shoulder, looking down at where you were grinding so sensually. You keep your mouth shut to muffle your sounds, moving your hips against her with need. She brings her finger to hold your jaw, her breath tickling your ear.

“Don’t hold back.”

That time her pants rub against your clit, the pressure building after causing you moan out loud. Your heavy breathing and occasional whine driving her mind into the same space yours was heading. When you lean your head back, sounds hitting directing in her ear she’s laying you down on your back.

“Wands,” you breathe, getting cut off by the feeling of her kissing you into the couch. The pillows behind providing comfort, pushing you back against her. You bring a hand to grip at her shirt, tightening your hold the rougher she begins to kiss you. You take it all. Every touch, every kiss, every action that brings you into a floaty mindset.

“Can I,” she asks, fingers dipping under your pants. Half of her face is illuminated by the tv screen, random colors showing the deep lust in her eyes.

You mumble your confirmation, lifting your hips to help her drag your clothes off. A hand draws your hip open, spreading you open. You grow shy, scared of seeing her reaction of your body’s eager response to her touch.

When you look over, she’s looking down with a small smile, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” she gives you a short kiss, using it as a small distraction from her finger sliding up your heat to rub onto your clit. You pull so hard on her shirt you think you’re going to rip it. You swear you hear a ripping sound after she’s pressing her middle finger into your soaking cunt.

She moves slow, giving you time to relax and feel comfortable before she’s adding another and increasing speed. The blankets being discarded, lying half on Wanda’s back and half on the floor. It covers enough when Natasha’s opening the front door, shutting the door faster when she sees you.

You’re too far gone, shaky sounds escaping you, entirely too focused on the feeling between your legs than the presence walking near you. You only notice her when Wanda’s saying her name, greeting her normally.

You’re pulled back down onto her fingers after your attempt to get away. Mind turning numb when she thrusts her fingers in deeper. The scene was filthy. You’re a mess under her while she hold a normal conversation with Natasha.

“Your client any less annoying now? Goodnight, these people are infuriating.”

Natasha agrees, sitting herself down nearby to watch you, “what’s happened while I was gone.”

Wanda looks down at you in all your glory, “couldn’t help myself.”

A much louder moan voicing from you when she rubs at your clit again. Strings of pleas and begs as your high builds. Natasha coos, “she’s sensitive.”

“Should’ve seen her after a single kiss, she was soaked.”

Natasha tuts, coming to stand over you, “such a sweet thing.”

The way she kisses you is overwhelming. Wanda’s kisses are passionate while Natasha’s are gentle, little pecks. She pulls back to tell you how good you are, how well you’re taking her and it’s all you’re wanting. Wanda’s fingers push up against a spot that has your back arching.

“Fuck,” you reach to clench Natasha’s hands, “Wanda, I’m—“

You’re barely able to get the words out, a whine coming from you as you come down from your high. The warmth of Wanda’s replaced by a cold, wet body.

“Why’re you wet,” you question, shaky hands coming to squeeze water from her coat.

“You.”

“You’re insufferable.”

She picks you up, frowning when you shiver at the cold water hitting your skin. It wasn’t long before she’s laying you down on their bed, growing nervous at the sight of her removing her outer layers of clothing. She’s climbing over your body, soft touches running up and down the sides of your waist.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

You hum, a grin on your face as you brush her wet hair out the way. She rolls her eyes dramatically, pulling her hair into a bun.

“Better?”

“Hmm better,” you laugh, your light sounds covering the room even as she tries to shut you up with a kiss. She tries something else, wrapping your legs around her so she can grind her hips into yours at a better angle. You’re much more sensitive, every touch already pushing you over the edge.

Natasha slides her shirt over her head, the jeans around her waist following. You realize what’s happening, heat rising to your face as you realize she’s strapped. She spreads you further, pressing her hips into you to hear how prettily you gasp.

Her eyes trained on you when she presses in. Your chest feels like it’s being squeezed with each inch. Natasha winces at your nails digging into her biceps, so she pushes your wrists into the mattress. It’s infuriating watching you squirm beneath her, hips pushing up to get more than what she’s giving you.

The pace she sets off to start with is dizzying. Your back is arched off of the bed, loud cries escaping you. Natasha removes her hands off of yours so she can wrap one around your waist and pull you down the last two inches with each thrust.

“What a good thing you are. Taking us so well.”

With your face turned into the bedsheets, you babble about nothing, only her name coming out in repetitive whimpers. Anything she says falls into the back of your mind, attention focused on the way she’s driving her hips into you. You don’t have to say anything because she’s already done it.

The sheets twist in your hold, back arching even further if possible. A choked moan finding its way from you when you topple over the edge suddenly and recognize that Natasha hasn’t stopped.

You gasp, “more?”

Wanda presses on your bundle of nerves and you jolt, “do you want to stop?”

“no! need more.”

Natasha shakes her head to express her answer, droplets of water falling down and onto your body. You pant, breathing fast to deal with the blinding pressure. Wanda brushes the water off your face gently, contrast of how Natasha was handling you.

“Your eyes are still all glossy, angel,” Wanda coos.

“Please,” you cry, “please don’t stop.”

Natasha pulls your hips further up, hitting into at you a different angle. You’re almost thanking her, tears forming in your eyes.

“I know, I know, sunshine. Breathe.”

You’re coming again for the third time that night. You’re quiet, lips slightly parted as you try and take a break. Natasha’s pulling out, letting Wanda you close to her as she brings you to their bathtub. You can feel the soreness in your hips already, a relaxed sigh coming from you when you hit the water as it takes some of the pressure off.

“How’re you feeling?”

Natasha questions as she walks in behind you two. Your head is rested against the wall of the bathtub, “sore.”

Wanda laughs then, light and airy. Natasha doesn’t pay her any mind. You reach a hand out, a pitiful pout on your lips, “join me?”

Who were they to say no?

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Inked Desires

Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning

A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! 🩵

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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.

You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.

By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.

As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.

There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.

Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.

When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.

"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.

"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.

You turn your attention back to the stranger.

"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.

"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.

You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.

"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.

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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.

But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.

"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.

"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.

"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.

"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.

As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.

"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.

"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.

"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.

Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.

"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.

You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.

"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.

"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.

She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.

Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.

She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.

You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.

"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.

She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.

"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.

"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.

"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.

Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.

"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.

The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.

Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.

"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.

Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.

"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."

"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.

In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.

"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.

"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.

Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"

You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.

"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.

"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.

Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.

The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.

"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.

"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.

After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.

"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.

"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.

"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.

"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.

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movement ; natasha romanoff.

track three of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; natasha romanoff x gn!assassin!reader

synopsis ; dancing with her was a waltz of death. your feet were bleeding, but you no longer cared.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; action, mild angst/fluff

warnings / includes ; violence, cursing, weapons, injuries, talks of assassinating people, reader is an assassin sent to kill nat </3 a mildly suggestive comment

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The metallic taste of copper stung the back of your throat. Ribs aching. Teeth clenched. Nails dirtied with blood and grime. Your vision warbled as you let your defense slip, allowing Natasha to land a solid strike to the side of your head. A low noise of discontentment rumbled in the back of your throat before you dove forward, tackling Natasha around the waist and slamming her against the rooftop’s ledge, a busy city street clamoring just a couple meters below the two of you.

She appeared only slightly winded, dark ginger hair that was once pinned up in a neat bun, now fanned out behind her like a halo of flames. The molten green of her irises flashed dangerously, her leg coming up to hook around the crook of your knee.

You jolted backward with a start, and she took advantage of your momentary bewilderment to flip your positions, leaning so close that her nose was merely a hair’s breadth away from yours. She brandished a dagger in the blink of an eye, its cold metal kissing the skin of your flushed throat. Tilting your head back, you mustered a half-hearted glare, fist clenched tightly in an effort to resist the urge to pummel it right against her perfect nose.

“You’re losing your touch,” she commented bluntly with a straight face, but you could see the faint amusement dancing behind her eyes.

A snarl etched across your lips. “And you’re a pain in my fucking ass.”

She didn’t bother gracing your snarky remark with a response, merely humming and leaning closer. A part of you wished for her to move away, but a different, more repressed part of you wondered what you’d do if she closed the minute distance between you.

“Better luck next time, huh?” she whispered. For half a second, you could’ve sworn that her pupils darted down to glance at your lips. Perhaps it was a trick of the neon lights rimming the advertisement billboard you were fighting under.

Before giving you a chance to respond, she pulled back in a blink of an eye, melding into the shadows of the rooftop. You stumbled forward, clutching the ache on your ribs. You sprinted behind the billboard, hope waning away incredibly quickly.

She was gone.

You glanced around for any trace of where she went—nothing.

Your teeth worried into your bottom lip.

“FUCK!” you yelled out, pent-up frustration lacing through your voice, driving your foot forward into the metal support beam of the billboard. Pain spidered up your limb and you grunted out another long string of curses, before dropping down to a squat to hang your head with shame.

Maybe Natasha was right. Maybe you were losing your touch. God, you were a terrible assassin.

This was it. You had her trapped—there was nowhere she could go now. She was backed into the corner, spine straightened over the brick walls of the dark alley.

The nozzle of your gun pressed none-too-gently against her temple, yet her eyes betrayed no emotion. Despite your aching limbs, you held yourself steady, exhaling shallow breaths. A part of you was afraid that if you so much as blinked, she would pounce at you.

“You don’t want to do this,” Natasha said, more of an observation than a plea for mercy. A frown marred your lips.

“You don’t know what I want,” you snapped in return, but your head was murky with turmoil.

Were you going to shoot her?

You’ve shot dozens of people. What made this any different?

Because it was Natasha. That’s what made it different.

You swallowed uneasily.

The gun shifted in your grip. You studied the way the reflection of the moon shone in her viridescent eyes, bright and whole. In turn, she stared at you with an indifferent expression. Either she wasn’t afraid to die, or she didn’t believe you’d go through with it.

Because how could you?

You’ve been dancing a waltz of death with her since the beginning. Your feet were bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

So you let your grip falter. It was a purposeful blunder—you allowed for your finger to slip from the trigger, only a centimeter downwards. To a regular person, this still would’ve been a precarious position to make a move, but to Natasha, this was her golden ticket out.

One you allowed her to have.

Swiftly, she kicked at the gun, pinning your hand to the wall with her boot as the loaded weapon went careening to the other side of the alley. A sickening crack of your palm echoed through the space, and you doubled over with a groan, pain streaking up your arm rapidly. Before you knew it, her fist collided with your left eye and you crumpled onto the ground. A rock painfully dug into your back.

You didn’t bother to fight back.

Natasha stepped away, observing your sprawled form on the ground with a disdained sniff. She turned to leave, but paused in her steps, her shadow looming over you.

“Thanks,” she whispered just loud enough for you to catch, facing away from you.

A lump lodged in your throat.

She was gone not a second later, the wind whispering in her absence.

That night, you crawled into your makeshift stretcher-bed with a black eye, a fractured hand, and a troubled conscience.

The diner was always empty this time of night. You relished the silence—the constant noise in your own head was more than enough for you to deal with. You took a measly bite out of your burger, setting it down to slowly sip on your milkshake. The brace you had on your hand made it difficult to properly eat, so you ended up picking off the curly fries, deciding to have the burger packed away for sometime later.

Shifting uncomfortably against the sticky red leather of the diner’s seats, you turned your gaze out the window, watching snow lazily drift to the ground, piling a thin layer of frost atop the road’s asphalt. The neon sign bathed the entirety of the outside in a pink glow, flickering on and off every two seconds.

Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

Natasha?

She seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in black jeans and a dark green hoodie, sunglasses perched atop her nose, a gentle smile sloped across the carmine of her mouth.

You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows raising in surprise. To be frank, you weren’t entirely sure what she was doing here. You wanted nothing to do with her anymore—after all, somebody else was assigned to her assassination case and you were booted off for taking far too long. You were lucky enough to get away with failing your mission with an ominous warning and a promise that you weren’t getting any jobs anytime soon, which you considered more of a benefit than anything.

The bell trilled when Natasha strode into the diner, taking note of the waitress bussing tables near the counter. Her boots tracked in a bit of snow, melting into small puddles of cold water on the floor. You watched with a frown as she slid into your booth in the seat across from you.

“What a coincidence,” she said with an air of amusement, knowing full and well that none of this was a coincidence, plucking a curly fry from your plate to pop into her mouth. “How’s the hand?”

Completely ignoring her question, you pulled your plate away from her with a half-hearted glare. “What’s with the sunglasses? It’s nighttime.”

“I think you of all people should know that I’m a pretty well-known figure. Wouldn’t want people to catch an Avenger with an assassin, would you?”

“The diner’s empty,” you replied stoically. “And you were an assassin once, too.”

Her lips twitched upwards. In a swift movement, she removed her sunglasses, revealing her mischievous eyes.

“That’s a good point,” she softly said. “Which brings me to ask—are you still doing hitwork? Or are you a vigilante of some sorts?”

A snort rumbled from your chest and you shook your head. “Me, a vigilante? No, I could never. I have no right deciding who deserves justice—not when I’m probably worse than they are.”

Disappointment flashed across her expression. It was brief, but you recognized it nonetheless. She regarded you silently for a moment before beckoning the waitress over, ordering a chocolate milkshake to-go with a kind smile, sliding over a crisp ten dollar bill and telling her to keep the change.

She looked back at you after a long pause. “Well, I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” you asked, leaning forward. It was quite jarring to think that just a couple days ago, she had a knife to your throat and you had a gun to her head, and now she was across from you, stealing your curly fries and exchanging offers like it was just another odd Wednesday.

The waitress returned with a chilled chocolate milkshake in hand, skating it across the table to Natasha with a wink. You scowled at the exchange.

Only when she disappeared into the kitchens did Natasha start speaking again, voice lowered with genuinity. “I know you think of yourself as the mysterious, lone wolf type. But… we all know how that story ends. Believe me, I was there once.” She pursed her lips, sipping at her chocolate shake. “So, how would you like to be part of a team? A family?”

You recoiled slightly from the table in genuine shock. “You want me?”

Her mouth warbled as she stifled a laugh. “In more ways than one, yes.”

It took you a second to process her words, your skin flushing with a near-sickly kind of heat once you realized what she was insinuating.

“I’m sorry, I’m… I’m better off as a solo act.”

To your surprise, Natasha reached over the table to fold her hand over the back of yours, watching you with a tender gaze. You initially wanted to flinch away from her touch at first, but you forced yourself still, finding the sensation of her hand on yours strangely comforting. “The Avengers could really use someone like you.” When her fingers gently withdrew from yours, you were surprised that a mild twinge of disappointment unfurled in your chest. She reached into her coat to place a small white card in front of you. “Think about it,” she said, not unkindly.

With that, she strode out of the booth, taking another swig of her milkshake as she walked out of the diner. You watched her go, then glanced down at the card. A part of you considered leaving it there, or crumpling it up and throwing it away. Setting it aflame briefly crossed your mind.

It took you ten minutes of slow chewing to finish your curly fries and milkshake.

It took you another ten minutes to decide to shove the card into your pocket before trudging out of the diner, shoulders feeling considerably lighter than before.

You, in the Avengers?

The thought was ludicrous, but hell, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t appealing. Plus, you’d be guaranteed to see Natasha on a regular basis.

And who could possibly say no to that?

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sytoran · 6 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Natasha.”

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

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

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

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

The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not comfort, then. What was it?

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.

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

It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.

-----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-----

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

Shit. Was it my transformation?

You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—

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

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

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

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

finally catching up on fics!! i did spend significantly longer on this fic, so it would be highly appreciated if you could reblog

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