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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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Request! Fem!reader x Natasha. Reader is hunting natasha as she is an assassin. Natasha (pre-shield) in her freelance days, captures Reader and tortures her using sex (not letting her cum etc) to see who is hunting her. They turn into “enemies with benefits” if u yk what I mean
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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader
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WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of killing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denials, enemies to lovers typa feel, strap on usage, think that’s all :)
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“You can take one more-“
“No,”
“Yes, you can.” She demanded, and you had no choice but to listen and comply. Her cock teased your g-spot with every thrust and led your mouth to part in a loud moan. The harness around her hips brought a small brush of the clit, causing her pace to quicken in hopes of reaching a further state of arousal.
“P..please, I can’t t-take anymore.” You mumbled out quietly, teary eyes glancing towards the woman in hopes of mercy being shown. But you didn’t even know if you truly wanted mercy, you just wanted her.
She was meant to be your enemy, the one you’d capture and turn in for your boss's approval, but it didn’t end the way you expected. Instead, you laid on a slightly hardened bed, your back beginning to ache with every thrust - but she didn’t care, she enjoyed this.
“Fucking slut. You like this, hm? You like Daddy fucking this tight cunt?” Her hands tightened on your hips that were raised to meet her liking, it had been like this for what felt like hours.
You knew there was a slim chance of even spotting her, not to mention taking her in as a prisoner. She was a highly trained assassin, the best of the best, you had no chance of coming close. Fury practically set you up for failure, and now you were stuck as her slave.
“Fuck, I’m- I’m close, baby.” This was her third orgasm in the last twenty-two minutes, and you wondered how that was even possible. Either way, you accepted the shots of cum that she let seep into your womb. The strap was designed with tech to release artificial cum, but you began wondering if it was even fake. If she had gotten this, stating she has been waiting to use it on you, who knows if she adjusted the settings or not? It would be difficult to do so, yet she could do anything she set her mind to, she was just that good.
“Gonna be such a good girl for your Daddy, yeah? You wanna be a good slut for me?” You nodded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. She slapped them, gripping onto your left mound and tweaking the sore nipple. You bit your lip, nearly crying from the sensation.
“Can’t wait for these to leak milk for me. Fuck, I just know you’ll taste so fucking good.” She pressed her hungry lips to the hard bud, moaning as she imagined the sweet liquid. This didn’t distract her, though. No, she continued to let her pelvis bone slap against yours painfully. The room was filled with the sound of cheeks clapping together and reeked of sweat and sex. It was like a taunt, as if the air wanted to show you how humiliating and disgusting you were.
“P-please, Nat, I need to cum…so- bad!” Your nails raked down her back, clawing at the skin as she hissed in pain. Blood began to drip, and she only hummed in delight.
“Soon, baby girl, Daddy gets to cum first.” She already had multiple times, but that didn’t stop her. She wanted to make you suffer, it brought her enjoyment.
“I can’t h-hold on-“
“Yes, you can.” She retorted in a rough manner. You couldn’t listen to her anymore, you needed to finish. It was becoming unbearable, you couldn’t control yourself.
“Did- did you just-“ Came her voice after a few moments. You debated on how to get away with it, but you knew the punishment would be worse. But you didn’t care, you needed this more than she could imagine.
“I- I’m sorry, Nat-“ A slap came to your face, causing your skin to start reddening.
“You don’t get to call me that. You’re such an ungrateful fucking whore, can’t even wait till I give permission.” You sniffled quietly, and she only groaned in response.
“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till I’m satisfied, you got that? And then maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. But for now, you’re my bitch and you’re gonna fucking act like it.”
“Yes, Daddy..”
It would be a long night, and you wouldn’t change this for the world.
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drghostwrite · 4 months
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Dark Nights
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x preg!wife!reader
Summary:
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"You can't ask that of her!" Natasha yelled across the table. You were both called into a conference room with Fury and agent Hill, they were talking about a last-minute mission though your wife was concerned about your approaching due date. While they argued and Maria played referee you found yourself staring out the window of the large conference room a million things running through your mind, one hand running along your bump as your baby kicked.
"And who are you to decide that?" Nick Fury shot back at the other agent.
"I'm her wife." Nat responded.
"Oh because that's stopped other agents before." He responded
"Fury you know I respect you but that's my wife, the mother of my child, our unborn child that in case you haven't noticed she's carrying."
"Okay, okay, before this goes any farther... How about we ask Y/N, she is sitting right here." Maria finally spoke up, motioning to your distracted form.
"Y/N?" you're wife gently called.
You rubbed a hand over your eyes trying to clear your head taking in a gasp before refocusing your eyes on them, "If and I mean IF I were to agree to this what all would it entail?"
"Well that..."
"No I want full disclosure, no more confidentiality and clearance levels, if I'm doing this and potentially putting my life and the life of my unborn child on the line I need to know everything." Nat sat next to you and turned to Fury.
"We had a situation a few years back, an agency that's been working against SHEILD, they used to be a part of Hydra but they reformed, they have recruited agaents and took over one of our smaller compounds, though it's to be evacuated this week to keep their identities a secret, we need someone to get in ther."
"That's where I asked why they picked you with being on leave."
"My main concern isn't getting you in, it's the systems on the inside, all the coders did was build into the SHEILD mainframe, they have no access to us but they have similar systems so I need someone that's a trained agent, and good with the computers, it would be in and out, need to know basis, all I need you to do is get in, crash their systems and get out."
"So that's where I come in?"
"Exactly."
"Okay, in and out, only on the condition that you do have agents on site and Natasha is in the command center, I want her in my ear at all times."
"Whatever gets you onboard, let's get you briefed and prepped for the field." Fury said.
---time jump---
You turned down the hallway, dimly lit by soft baseboard lights, you turned another corner but quickly pushed back when you saw two guards stationed outside the control room, any other time you would've just incapacitated them both but being 36 weeks pregnant wasn't helping you much.
"Natasha?"
"Y-Y/N? I'm r-r-ri-ght here what'sss go-going on-n?" The intercoms were breaking up which meant your job was going to get that much harder. "Two guards outside the command room, change of plans."
"Detka please, be careful."
"Will do, intercoms are getting scratchy, if this is it till I get out of here, I love you Natasha."
You made the decision that if you couldn't get in the control room you could still shut it down remotely, so you backtracked and took some different turns stumbling upon the old director's office, silently patting yourself on the back and opening the door.
You walked over to the desk, and brushed your hand along the command bar that's built into the desk, the hovering screens flashed to life. You swiped moving the screens around, they asked for your password and thanked Tony Stark for giving you a built in back door, when Ultron took over he built a back pathway that allowed you access but nothing was associated to you as a person so you had access to the entire system without anyones knowledge. You quickly started working pulling up the mainframe and started untagling the mess the rebellion had created, you were so close to unraveling the whole thing when you felt a sharp pain running through your abdomen.
You stopped in your tracks waiting to see if it was just your imagination, but then another one, this time catching you off guard causing you to keel over using the desk for support. "shit, shit, shit... this can't be happening." you said worry flooding your features, you tried calming yourself but you knew what this could mean.
"Natasha?" You called over the intercoms, but no response so you tried again but you realized there was no signal, you were alone and going into labor. You thought about backtracking and alerting them but as you went to exit the office you heard footsteps, quickly swiping the screens dark again you watched as the guards walked by standing next to the door frozen, you felt the warm liquid running down your legs and realized that this was it, the night just went from dangerous to deadly if you didn't get help quickly. Your water just broke and you were by yourself in an enemy compound with no way to communicate with anyone outside.
You cringed as another contraction took over your body pressing a hand tightly under your swollen bump, "Oh baby not now, please not now." you brought the screens back up typing rapidly, taking the mainframe down meant potentially setting off a bunch of alarms which meant that you would be exposing yourself in the height of labor.
"Okay wait if this is built into the SHEILD mainframe I can get ahold of your other mommy...Oh God..." Another contraction took over, you slid to the floor, pulling out your phone you connected it to the computer sending an "SOS" to Nat hoping that she would get it in time.
"Okay baby, this is me and you until we get help, so I'm gonna need you to slow down a little bit." you ran a hand over your bump closing your eyes and leaning against the strong desk.
You moved quickly into the adjoining room moving into the corner, grimacing at the pain of your baby trying to make it's way into the world, "God you're as impatient as your mother...Nnngghh."
You heard the door to the office start to open and held your breath, hearing light footsteps, and saw as a light scanned the room.
"Y/N... detka are you in here?" you heard a whispering voice call out.
"Natasha?" you called, you listened as hurried footsteps moved towards you, the door swung open revealing your wife. As she looked in on you her worst fears coming true, she quickly got down in front of you, running a hand soothingly along your thigh.
"Y/N what's going on?"
"It-it's the baby...Nnghh, Natasha our baby is coming," you said and tears started to fall, you were a trained agent one of the best to ever step foot in SHIELD, you were an Avenger a super soldier, but in this moment you were scared out of your mind.
"Um, okay baby it's okay."
"M-my water broke...we need to get out of here"
"Okay, Y/N it'll all be okay, Maria is outside getting a hold of Steve she's calling in a rescue team, you know Bucky will be breaking down that door as soon as he finds out."
"I-I cannghh..." you gripped her hand throwing your head back gritting through a contraction, "I got you baby, just breathe."
"Nat this is happening now."
"Okay, then let's do this." she said as you slowly shook your head agreeing with her.
"Okay, my pants you gotta help me." you said pushing at the waistband, she quickly hooked her fingers in your pants pulling them off along with your panties and laying them to the side.
"Y/N, I can see it... I can see the head."
"Whaa- no I-I no this wasn't supposed to happen like this... Nat I can't do this... Hhahh, I can't do this."
"Y/N Romanoff yes you can, you are my wife, one of the strongest people I know I've never once seen you back down from a challenge or a threat and you protect the ones you love so fiercely, I never once doubted starting a family with you, so if anyone knows, I do. I know that you can do this."
"Woouuu...Nnghh." you tried but these contractions were getting closer and closer, "I-I need to push."
"Okay, follow your body." you pushed, your nails digging into Natasha's shoulder as she was bent down in between your legs, she was reassuring you while you fought through a few more contractions.
"Okay Y/N head is out, just a couple more and we meet our baby." you tried to answer but the contractions were too close, you pushed a couple more times before your wife was holding your newborn in her arms.
"It's a girl, we have a baby girl." you listened as her cries filled the room, you started feeling lightheaded.
"Natasha I don't feel so good."
"Y/N, I-Y/N..." she said noticing the blood, you were bleeding fast and she realized that you needed to get out of there asap.
She heard as the door to the office crashed in, "Y/N! Natasha!" you heard Bucky yell out, he moved around the room and stopped outside the door hearing your newborn daughter's cries, he opened it coming in.
"Is that?"
"Yes." Natasha said tears in her eyes, and he quickly realized how dire the situation was.
"Bucky, she, the blood..."
"Okay let's go I got her." He quickly picked you up making sure you were covered and started out the door. Natasha saw the screens still live and hit the execute button, running our behind Bucky with your baby in her arms.
46 hours later and the mission had been executed, you were finally awake and safely at your home holding your baby girl, Natasha was next to you holding you both in her arms, you had minor hemorrhaging after the birth but luckily had some of the best doctors around, meaning you made it out almost completely unscathed and with a perfectly healthy baby girl. Though you and Nat quickly agreed that next time there would be no last-minute missions so close to your due date.
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trashywormeateroffics · 2 months
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hits different (natasha romanoff x female reader)
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summary: in all the time you'd known natasha romanoff, there is one thing you knew for sure. there was no one like her. and if she were to leave, you'd never move on. a song fic. hits different by taylor swift. (angst and then fluff!!!)
a/n: send me asks if you so wish to. im accepting taylor swift songs paired with natasha, bucky or loki. <3
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in all the time you had known natasha romanoff, the one and only thing you were sure of was that there was no one like her. and it wasn’t because of how beautiful she was, and she was goddamn breathtaking, it wasn’t because she was skilled in a way no person was, or because she seemed to always know everyone’s secrets; no, that wasn’t it, the public natasha, the one everyone knew, respected and feared. it could’ve been that version of her, because that natasha was amazing, but private nat, as you called her, was, simply, out of this world. 
it all started as every problem does, with someone’s devilish smile. and lord, does she have the most tempting smile ever. it was simple after that, you became close, best friends, until the friendly hugs became more… intimate. until the friendly cheek kisses became full on make out sessions. it was easy with natasha, everything flowed perfectly. she knew you, and despite the last thing she said to you, you knew her. 
i washed my hands of us at the club
you made a mess of me
i pictured you with other girls in love
then threw up on the street 
it was a monday when natasha romanoff decided that she no longer wanted you. she had been acting strange and distant and it all seemed to click for her when that morning you decided to bake her some cupcakes. it might have seem silly to someone else, but that was your way of telling her that you loved her, given that your first kiss had been while baking some cupcakes for steve’s birthday last year. this time though, it was her birthday. 
she had been training with bucky in the compound's gym and she entered the kitchen sweaty with a reddened face. 
“nat!” you called her as you pulled the sweet goods out of the oven and glanced at her over your shoulder. 
“hey…” she looked around, almost as if looking for an escape. but you were too naive, too stupid to realize it, so you kept going. 
“happy birthday!” you turned around with the tray in your hands. her eyes fell on the cupcakes and for the first time since you knew her, you wished she wouldn't even direct her gaze at you. the look on her face made your stomach twist. the realization that crossed her features at your gesture, the furrow of her brows as she took it in, and, finally, the disgust at the thought of loving you too. in the two seconds all of this passed, you kept smiling like an idiot, hoping, hoping, hoping. 
“y/n,” she simply said and your smile fell immediately. 
“yeah…?” 
“what is this?” 
“cupcakes?” you said, more a question than a statement. almost as if you weren't sure. she took in a sharp breath through her nose, still looking at you. “i wanted to do something nice for you, and i know you don't particularly care about birthdays but i thought-” 
“no.” she cut your rambling off, shaking her head. “this is- this is not just cupcakes. and you know that.” you frowned. 
“then what is it?” 
“its-” 
“what?” you asked again, defensively. she was hurting you. she ignored you and distanced herself from you, and then she ruined your nice gesture with more distance. “what is it natasha?” 
she looked taken aback by your use of her full name, being used to you calling her a soft nickname. then she composed herself, looking at you coldly. 
“you can't do this.” she told you. 
“do what?” 
“don't play dumb.” she clenched her jaw. “you can't pretend that everything is fine. you know how i've been acting, you know i've been trying-”
 “you wanna break up with me?” you asked her, unwavering, putting up a strong front. she swallowed. 
“yes.” she admitted. 
“why?” natasha sighed, frustration lacing her sigh, almost as if she couldn't tell she was breaking your heart in a million pieces right then and there. 
“i can't- i never meant for it to get this far.” 
“you didn't mean to what? to lead me on?” you asked her but her gaze was on the ground. “look at me and answer the question!” you raised your voice. 
“yes!” she widened her eyes at her admission, surprised by her tone. natasha ran her hand over her reddened face. “yes.” she said softly. “yes… i didnt mean for it to get this far. i didn't mean for you to…” 
you nodded rapidly, repeatedly, almost mockingly. then you let out an incredulous laugh. 
“you didn't mean for me…?” you trailed off, waiting for her to finish her statement. 
“for you to make me cupcakes! for you to… to…” she didn't finish her sentence. for you to fall in love with me. 
“you didn't mean for that to happen? then why did you let it?” she didn't answer. “why?!” 
“you are hard to push away.” she might as well have grabbed a knife and stabbed you with it, to proceed then to twist it, repeatedly. the air was knocked out of you. what could you say to that? all those months you thought you were living a real life love story, a story worth telling the world, she was trying to get out of it but couldn't find a way to do so. that broke your heart. and it made you feel so stupid, it was blinding how embarrassing it was. defeated, you frowned and took a good, long look at her, pretending that was the last time you were going to see her. and truthfully, it was. that was the last time you were going to see nat, your love. so that's why you did the next thing. 
they say that if it's right, you know
“fine.” you dropped the tray and walked away quickly as the sound of the metal hitting the marbled floor resounded all the way to the end of the hallway. 
each bar plays our song
nothing has ever felt so wrong
she's everywhere. she haunts your dreams, and when you're awake, she haunts every place in the compound. she's not there physically– she has been avoiding you ever since she broke your heart– but her perfume, her laugh, her presence, they're all there. you're sick of it, sick of her memory, sick of your shattered heart. which is why you call her. 
oh my, love is a lie
shit my friends say to get me by
it hits different
it hits different this time
“i can't believe it, i'm gonna kill her.” wanda tells you when you finish your story. she is sitting next to you on a booth in a beautiful bar, far away from the compound. if only you would be able to appreciate the beauty. 
“you don't have to, wands. it's fine.” 
“oh yeah, it's so fine that you asked me to go to a bar! miss introvert!” she scoffs. “what an asshole. i'm going to knock some sense into her.” you fidget with the straw of your drink. 
“there is no sense to be knocked into her. it's simple. she doesn't love me back.” even though you say it nonchalantly, it suddenly feels like someone very heavy is sitting on your chest. your eyes begin to gather some tears, but you blink them away. wanda notices. of course she does. 
“hey. lets go dance. fuck her.” you nod and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. before you leave the table, you grab your drink, feeling like you're gonna need it. 
...
“wanda! look!” you do a weird dance move and the redhead laughs, doing one herself. it's been a while since she dragged you to the dance floor, and you've had more than a couple of drinks, so you're, to put it elegantly, hammered. 
“i'm going to get another beer!” she yells over the music, and you nod, not paying much attention. you're having too much fun, dancing weirdly and forgetting your pain. 
not a lot of time passes when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, expecting to find wanda, but instead, there is a woman. a beautiful woman. 
“hey there.” she's looking at you amused, and for a second you think she's going to laugh at your dancing. “i've been watching you and your friend for a while. you seem to be having a lot of fun. mind if i join you?” 
oh. oh. well, hell yeah. 
she laughs and you realize you just said the last part out loud. you scrunch up your nose. 
“sorry, had too much to drink. i'm not going to have a filter now.” she tilts her head back as she laughs, and you notice she has dimples. “pretty smile.” you tell her as you point at her. “sorry.” 
“don't worry.” she puts her hand on your arm. “thank you. so, are we going to dance?” 
“yeah!” you nod enthusiastically and begin moving again, swaying your body from one side to the other. 
you're taken aback when she puts her hands on your hips and draws herself closer. maybe this is exactly what you need. so you hook your arms around her neck and begin dancing more suggestively. she smirks and pulls you even closer, your breaths mingling. she smells like vanilla and you close your eyes, preparing yourself. then, she kisses you. 
her mouth is on yours, and she smells like vanilla and tastes like cherries and she's beautiful and seems kind… 
but she's not nat.
you stop moving your mouth and she pulls away frowning. god, you miss her. 
you don't realize until a few moments later that she's saying something. 
“are you okay?” 
“what?” and that's when you feel them. hot tears are streaming down your face. she looks worried, but also uncomfortable. poor woman, she wasn't expecting to be a therapist today. “sorry. i'm so so sorry.” 
“hey, its okay. what happened?” 
“i broke up with my girlfriend last week.” you chuckle bitterly through your tears. “she broke up with me.” understanding crosses her features. “i'm sorry.” you repeat again, sniffling.
“i'm going to go get your friend, okay?” 
you nod and suddenly, the world is spinning. you didn't realize how drunk you were. she puts her hands on your waist to stabilize you and you let out a sob. this is such a mess. you're so embarrassed. and you miss nat. you just want to go home and crawl into her bed and let her kiss away all your tears and hug away your pain. but you can't. because she doesn't love you.
“i'll be right back.” and then she's gone. you look at her as she walks away, still crying. 
it isn't long before wanda is by your side, with the woman still there. you're surprised she hasn't run away yet. 
“babe! are you okay?” you shake your head, and she wipes your tears with her thumbs. “thank you, i'll take it from here.” she tells the woman, whose name you don't know. 
“what's your name?” you ask her, sniffling. 
“violet.” she smiles, pity dripping from her expression. 
“thank you, violet. and i'm sorry. you're so beautiful, i'm just-” 
“i know. it's alright.” she tells you. “and for the record, she's an idiot. you're the most breathtaking woman i've ever seen.” you purse your lips and look down, embarrassed. 
“thank you,” you mumble. 
“see you around.” and then, she's gone. 
“let's go get a cab.” wanda tells you, putting her arm around your waist so you don't fall. she doesn't seem drunk, unlike you. but, to be fair, you didn't really pay a lot of attention to how much she drank.
“yeah.” you nod. 
and i never don't cry (no, i never don't cry) at the bar
yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)
i slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car
i stopped receiving invitations
you walk out of the bar and get into a cab. you're still crying, silently. and you're tired. and you're starting to get angry. so you grab your phone. the line stops ringing, and you know she can hear you breathe. 
“idiot.” you tell her. she doesn't answer. she doesn't hang up either. 
“y/n, put down the phone.” wanda tells you once she realizes what you're doing. but you get away from her. 
“you're an idiot, you know that natasha? that's what violet thinks. i'm breathtaking apparently.” you sniffle. “but you couldn't see that. i deserve more than that, more than you.” 
“y/n,” she says sternly. “where are you?”
“what do you care?” 
“i'll come pick you up, just give me the address-”
“i'm in a cab with wanda. and no, you can't pick me up.” you hiccup. your friend looks at you. “god, natasha. youre so… so…” wanda shakes her head. you look down at your hands.
“so what?” she asks you in a low voice, almost as if expecting the worst thing to come out of your mouth. 
“i'm sorry.” you blurt out. “i'm sorry i'm so hard to push away.” 
“y/n-”
“and im sorry i fell in love with you.” she falls silent. you sob silently. “goodbye.” and you hang up. 
“i don't know what im gonna do without her.” you tell wanda. 
“you'll be okay, y/n. you'll find someone wonderful who can give you what you deserve.” 
“yeah…” you wipe your tears with your hand and look out the window. you don't tell wanda that you don't want to find anyone else, that if it's not natasha, then it's you, alone. 
movin' on was always easy for me to do
it hits different
it hits different 'cause it's you
the next morning, you wake up with a splitting headache and you moan and grunt and thrash around your bed. after complaining for a bit, your mind is filled with images of last night. wanda and you talking, dancing. violet. violet dancing with you, then… kissing you. crying. calling natasha. wait. calling natasha? oh no. 
“fuck. me.” 
slowly, painstakingly slowly, you get out of bed, put on your socks, and head to the compound's kitchen. 
when you reach it, you don't expect to find wanda and natasha sitting there, but you do. 
as soon as you enter, wanda looks at natasha pointedly, then at you, and then leaves without a word. 
you nod at natasha as a greeting and go to open the fridge, but she's quick and blocks the door. you blink at her. you weren't expecting to find her there, and you were not, in a million years, expecting her to give you the time of day. 
“we need to talk.” you sigh. there's a few inches between you two but you can still smell her perfume. and it's killing you.
“if it's about the call, i'm sorry, okay? forget about it. just- pretend it didn't happen.” she looks at you. 
“i can't.” you take a deep breath. 
“i don't know what else to say. i'm sorry.” 
“could you stop saying sorry for a second?” she snaps. you frown. “i'm sorry, y/n. i am.” 
“for what, nat?” you sigh. “it's not your fault you don't love me.” 
“that's the thing.” she runs her hands over her face.
“what is?” 
“i do love you, y/n.” the world stops for a few seconds, but then you clench your jaw and shake your head. 
“is this because of violet?” she looks away. “you're jealous i'm trying to move on and so you manipulate me?”
“no, it's not like that.” you scoff. 
“please.”
“okay.” she nods. “i'm not going to pretend i care for you kissing another woman. i dont. i wanted to go over there and punch her.” against your will, butterflies swarm your stomach at her admission. “but- but that's not it.” 
“then what is it?”
“i realized- i've known i love you for a long time, y/n. but i'm- i'm no good for you.” you frown. 
“what?”
“you deserve more than someone who freaks out because you told them you love them. you deserve-”
“let me stop you right there.” you cut her off. she blinks, looking at you scared. but you give her a soft, small smile. “you love me?” 
“yes. so much.” 
“but you freaked out because you think you don't deserve me.”
“yes.” 
“and you lied to me. you told me you didn't feel the same.” she looks guilty. 
“yes, but-”
“no, no. let me finish.” you take a deep breath. “violet was right.” she clenches her jaw at the mention of her name. “you are an idiot.” she frowns. 
“um-”
“you're an idiot, natasha romanoff. but i can't live without you. and i don't ever want to.” her eyes soften, and fill with hope. 
“you're saying that you- that you forgive me?” 
“you really hurt me nat. but i should've known you'd do something like that. you're not the best at this feelings stuff.” she smiles sheepishly. 
“i'm not. but i want to be, for you.” 
“i know. and i trust you'll be. after all, you did just admit that you love me.” 
“yeah,” she chuckles, “it just took me breaking your heart.” you tilt your head. even though she's joking, you know there's guilt there. 
“hey,” you caress her cheek. “its okay.” she's looking at the floor now. “baby. it's okay, i promise.” 
“i'm really sorry. i promise you, i'll never do something like that ever again.” 
“i know,” you whisper, “now, are you going to kiss me or what?” she laughs and it twists your stomach into knots. god, you missed her. 
she grabs your face between her hands and puts her mouth on yours. the kiss begins soft, but after a bit it becomes desperate. 
“i missed you so much.” she says when she pulls away for air. then, she's back attacking your mouth.
“i love you.” you tell her, and you kiss her again, and again. 
“i love you too.” 
yeah, there was no one like her. 
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the-doomed-witch · 1 year
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DRIVING LESSONS
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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Nat teaches you how to ride her motorbike.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. not proof read (apologies), smut, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), bit of teasing, bit of fluff, making out
DISCLAIMER: Please note that this is a work of fiction and you are not supposed to mess around while driving and should definitely wear a helmet and stuff. Yeah just stay safe and again, remember that this is fiction.
Author’s Note: we are going to pretend that i am not the writer who uploads a fic every two months 😁 gif credits to the creator.
MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS OPEN
— ✦ —
Thor holds up his jug flooded with beer, and raises a toast, “Here’s to everyone’s favourite couple, the two people we adore, Y/N and Natasha!” All the Avengers cheered for the two of you. Natasha wraps her arm around you and whispers in your ears, “To us, love.”
Taking a few sips of your drink, you place the glass on the table and turn to your girlfriend. “I cannot imagine myself ever being thankful for being stupid in the past but I am. I love you.”
“I love you too. Mind who you are talking about, you’re my stupid.” She kisses your forehead, it makes you blush under everybody’s gaze.
After a few rounds of drinks and snacks around the table, you gesture at Nat to drop you back home, before she gets too drunk. She gets up and announces, as she puts on her leather jacket, “Folks, I’ll be back after dropping my gorgeous girlfriend back at her place.” She beams at you and pecks your lips. Yep, she is mildly drunk.
“Don’t forget to take your time to tuck her in bed!” Tony shouts sarcastically from afar, as you’re both walking away. He was quite inebriated and you could hear Pepper asking him to get himself together.
Outside the bar, you confirm with Nat once again, “Are you sure you are sober enough to drive me home? I could get a cab or something. I want you to be safe.”
“First of all, you’ll be sitting right behind me and you’re not scared for your own safety? Lame. Secondly, I've been trained to be vigilant all my life. I’ll be right back.”
Couple of moments later, she’s back on her motorcycle and you seat yourself on the seat behind her. “Hold me close, for precautionary concerns of course.” she tells you. She wasn’t facing you but you knew what her smirk would be like.
You wrap your arms tightly around her waist and rest your head on her back, minimising the distance between the two of you. It’s a safe, comfortably silent drive, where the breeze blows softly and the night sky gets romantically darker.
— ✦ —
Inside your apartment, Natasha sits down on your bed as you go to freshen up in the bathroom. You enjoy testing her patience and so you take your time to shower, not letting her in, but making her wait for you outside. “Y/N? Detka? At least let me shower with you or let me go back to the bar. Don’t do this to me!” you hear her calling out to you from the room. You answer back in the same volume, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
As said, you step out with a towel wrapped around your bare body. “Oh Y/N you’re not doing this to me right now.”
You reply, “I surely am, honey.” and walk around the room drying your hair, gathering clothes, putting the dirty ones in the laundry, and whatnot. While doing your currently irrelevant chores, you bring up more random things to talk about.
Clearing the pile of laundry, you ask her, “Do you think I should get a haircut? A change in colour maybe?”
“You look so beautiful today, Natty.” you say, giving her a soft peck on the cheek as you move along the room, letting her notice your cleavage.
“By the way, Nat, I would love it if you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle.”
She gets up, holds you and places you on the bed a little harshly, pinning you down with her body. In a deep, sultry voice, she warns you, “You’ll be taught a lot of stuff and being a good girl for me is going to be the first one of them.” And with that, the towel is thrown aside.
Nat leans forward to catch you in a deep kiss, the one you’ve been depriving her ever since you reached home. Instinctively, your hands clutch the collar of her shirt and pull her closer to you, till there is no space to spare.
The next thing you know is that her fingers are inside your pussy, pumping so hard. It results in you moaning into the kiss, and releasing the collar of her shirt, silently asking her to let you catch up on your breath. When she moves her face a little farther than you liked, you grab her back to proximity, all between screams and chants of her name. Small locks of her auburn hair dangle around before you tuck them behind her ears.
The movements of her digits get faster and faster till you are at the edge of your climax. It was hard to speak anything, so your body gives indications to Natasha in lieu of telling her verbally about your orgasm. It felt wonderful that none of you needed words to communicate, the silent and subtle signs were enough.
She lets you come all over her hand, adding on praiseful murmurs to bring you back to composure.
— ✦ —
The next morning, you wake up fully clothed in your PJs with no sign of Natasha. She probably went back to the bar or the compound later. But she was out on the balcony, looking at nothing tangible. “Good morning, baby.” you greet her, acknowledging your presence. She turns towards you and smiles, “Good morning, dorogoya. Did you sleep well?”
“I did. I thought you left because of work, but I guess you’re free today?”
“You know I love a bit of snuggling,” she grins sheepishly, “And I’m free for you, anytime. Are you still up for the driving lessons thing?”
“Sure! Let me freshen up and we’re gonna be ready to leave.”
— ✦ —
Nat drove the two of you to a less busier part of the city to find an empty road, for obvious reasons. You observe her throughout the trip to learn a few things ahead of the track.
On a small and empty street, Nat lets you sit on the vehicle and climbs on the seat behind you. Little by little, she points at the different stuff, explaining what their respective functions are. “Here is the clutch, you pretty much know what it does. Keep your hand on it at all times no matter what […] Place your foot here. Yes and pull the clutch. And this is how you change gears.”
An hour or so later, you were driving smoothly on the straight road with Natasha guiding you little by little. She kept both her hands on your hands at all times, praising you every now and then to encourage you.
“Keep going, Y/N. Yes, now let’s take a U-turn.”
The afternoon passed this way. She taught you some more basic things, till you suggested lunch - “I almost forgot about lunch. I know a nice place with the best Mexican food in this area, let’s go there.”
As both of you wait for your food to arrive, your girlfriend initiates conversation, “If you keep practising this way I think you’ll learn how to drive a motorcycle quite well within a week. But of course, practice is important.”
“Does that mean I could take you on a ride soon?”
“Well, it does. Here’s our lunch though.”
— ✦ —
And so, your driving lessons were continued without any other Avenger having the knowledge. Three months passed by, till one starry evening Natasha tells you, “I think you have practised enough for this moment.”
It leaves you in thorough confusion, but the look in her eyes doesn’t seem malicious so you let her do her thing. She takes you to a place you cannot recall but have definitely been to, as far as the route is concerned.
It isn’t until the both of you reach the destination when you realise you’re at the garage. Memories of her lips and gasps wash over you as you walk inside of it once again. There’s nothing very different about it as a room. There are grey painted walls and two bikes including the one you drove on just now. A few mechanical tools, cans of spray paint, some more tactical gear. In one bottom corner of the room, there were patches of spray paint, they were probably tested there.
You turn around and recall every moment of that night by keeping your bottom lip bitten. Natasha knows all the things clouding your train of thought, but she had something different planned.
She pulls a white sheet off of a motorbike you didn’t really notice was standing in the corner. Nonetheless, it is a gorgeous, matte-black one with tires wider than a usual motorcycle. The black-tainted windshield added a touch-up. You let out an uncontrollable awe at the look.
“My gosh, Nat, this is fucking awesome. It might as well be the coolest bike to ever exist.”
She smiles at your reaction, and explains, “Tony made this for me a couple of years ago. It’s designed to prevent you from falling down, but oh she rides fast, Y/N. I cannot wait for you to drive this.” She wraps her arm around you. Your cheeks are flustered at her wordplay, but you hide it from prominence.
“Quick question. If it’s made for a stable drive then why didn’t you teach me on this one? I mean, you said that I am now “ready” for this.”
“You’ll find out all about that, Y/N.” She winks at you and tosses you the keys. Her expression was easily decipherable, she was up to something cocky. You shrug your shoulders anyway and take a seat on the bike, lifting it off the stand. It’s surprisingly light for a build as heavy as it appears to be.
A few minutes later, you’re driving by on one of the emptiest yet the most romantic streets in the city. There are not many stars visible, but even the handful ones that are in sight are enough. The breeze is extremely light, and cosily cold. Both of Natasha’s arms swaddle around you. Her classic leather jacket evidently fails to give her the warmth that she feels with you. Her face is nuzzled up on your left shoulder.
Suddenly, the pleasant moment turns into an entirely different one, when you sense her sultry breath on your collarbone. Before you can speak in protest, she directs you, “Shush. Keep driving dorogoya. I am right here.”
Her cold fingers slowly glide down towards your core over your pants. Once, then twice she circles them over your needy clit. You groan lightly, as you arch your back. “Nat, we’re gonna get hurt. Let me-”
“Nuh-uh honey. This is what you get for testing my patience the other night. And now you are so needy for me, aren’t you?” You lean back into her harder and hum as a positive response. “Then use your words Y/N. Are you needy for me right now?”
“Yes. You and only you.”
“Good.” Her persistent teasing makes you hit the brakes harshly as an instinct. You park the motorcycle in an empty parking lot and hold Nat’s hand, guiding her behind a tree trunk whose sole purpose later resulted to be a mere physical support.
Your back resting on the tree, you grab her flustered face between your hands and tug her in close. When the lack of oxygen is too much, she pulls away. Sweaty palms clutching her leather jacket, you make her take it off to reveal her tank top.
You turn her around and begin planting kisses and leaving marks all over her. Natasha’s pants get heavier by the minute as you suck on her skin then soothe it, and repeat it. The redhead turns her head towards you as she unbuttons her pair of jeans. With a smug look and a twinkle in her wonderful emerald eyes, she reveals a strap larger than any that you have taken before.
Vigorously, she pins you against the tree again and unbuttons your pants, then pulls them down immediately, just enough for her to access. Before you can process the moment, the strap fills up your cunt.
On shortage of friction, you move your hips along, but Nat takes her time to pick up a pace. However, once she does, you can sense the leaves shedding due to the shaking. Her free hand covers your mouth, to keep you considerably silenced. Beads of sweat roll down her defined face, and she stares right into your eyes with a look so pure.
You anticipate your climax reaching, and your eyes widen as a result. Nat lifts her hand off your mouth and orders, “You know you have to ask for it, detka.”
And so, you barely manage to utter currently, “Please, Nat, can I come?”
As a reply, she nods lightly and thrusts inside of you harder, till you come. Soon as you release, your balance gets toppled over. Her hands come to your rescue the following second, and she places you down in the concrete ground to relax. You sit up straight with some support.
“Y/N, there’s a store right around the corner, I’ll be right back getting you a pair of new sweatpants. We’ll go home after that, okay?” Natasha asks you, handing you a bottle of water and placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “Okay.”
She helps you get changed, and you aid her with packing everything up neatly. “How are you feeling?” she asks you in a silent tone. “I- This feels wonderful. I wish you would let me return the favour, though. How are you feeling?”
“Still deeply in love with you as ever.”
She plants a kiss on your cheek and rides you back to your apartment.
— ✦ —
Upon reaching home, you grab her firmly and tell her, “You know, baby, I’m actually feeling kind of hungry right now.”
“Then wait let me get something for y-”
Tightening your grip around her, you whisper against her reddened face, “Oh, you see, I’m not really that kind of hungry.”
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scarlethexelove · 10 days
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Hi! I’m not sure if my previous request went through because my Internet cut out! But could I please request a mommy!natasha fic? Where Nat just got home from a mission and little!reader refuses to let go of her, so she’s been in Nats lap, breastfeeding too since Nat got home. Then Clint comes over to discuss the mission with Nat, and while reader is drowsy and half asleep in nats arms, once she realizes her uncle Clint is there, she wants him to hold her too? Just a slice of life with Nat and her baby! Thank you
Little Bug
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Pairing: Mommy!Nat x Little!Reader, Uncle!Clint x Little!Reader, Auntie!Wanda x Little!Reader
Word Count: 1735
Warnings: Fluffy, Breastfeeding, Age regression, just cute and fluffy really
A/n: I hope this is good. Please keep in mind that I'm doing Little!Reader from others that I have read and some research. I personally feel small at times but do not fully regress so I don't have much experience with it. I hope that I did it justice though cause this was cute and sweet.
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A grunt is heard as bags thud to the ground inside the closed door. Your head snaps up, the coloring page already long forgotten as you drop the crayon in your hand. You scramble from your spot on the floor and run to the door. “Mama!” You’re excitement being heard through loud words. All the frustrations of the mission that should have been easy washing away as your face enters her sight. She crouches, opening her arms as you run into her waiting arms. You wrap yourself around her tightly as she lifts you into her arms. Your legs wrapping around her waist as she holds you closer to her body. All the tension in her muscles melted away. “Hi my little bug.” Natasha smiles, kissing your head. 
“Miss chu Mama.” You mumble into her neck as you try to tighten your hold around your mommy. Nat kisses your head as the other woman in the room approaches. “Thank you again so much Wanda. I didn’t expect it to take that long.” Wanda smiles, shaking her head and waving her hand. “No need to apologize, I know how it can be.” She then pokes at your side causing you to squeal and squirm in Natasha’s hold. “Also who can resist this cute little bug. She was perfect for me.” The woman chuckled at your reaction. 
“Mmm little bug did Auntie Wanda feed you already?” Natasha asks poking a little at you letting you giggle and squirm in her hold as you nod your head. “She did! What did my bug have for dinner?” You pull your head out of her neck, your cheeks flushed from your giggles. “Chickie nuggies and fren fries.” You smile widely at your Mommy. “Oh wow were they good?” She asks you back and you nod your head vigorously, which only causes the women to chuckle at you again. 
You hug your Natasha tighter as you bury yourself back into her. “Well I should be getting back to Vis.” Wanda states grabbing her things from around the room before making her way back to the door where Nat is still standing with you in her arms. “Thanks again Wands. I really owe you.” Wanda waved her off again. “She was great. I love spending time with bug.” Natasha nods still thankful for all the help. “Well I’ll let you get out of here thank you again from watching her.” Wanda smiles. “No worries Nat. Call me if you need me.” But before she leaves she pokes at you again. “Does Auntie Wanda get a hug before she goes?” All you do is shake your head and hold onto your Mommy that much tighter. Wanda lets out an exasperated gasp. “Nooo. Aww bug you're going to make me sad.” She is holding your sides and you know you don’t want to make your auntie Wanda sad. So you awkwardly turn in Natasha’s hold with only your upper body and give Wanda a hug. She rubs your back a little. “Thank you bug.” She kisses your head and lets you go. “Tank chu for paying wit me.” You mumble turning back into Natasha. “Always little bug.” She pokes your sides one last time making your giggle and squirm, before she makes her exit. 
Natasha kisses your head as you nuzzle into her neck more. “Do you want to join Mommy for a bath sweet girl?” Natasha asks, already heading towards the bedroom. You nod your head which makes the woman smile. She tries to place you down so that she can get the bath ready for the both of you but you refuse to let go of her. Your hold tight causes her to sigh. She gives up holding you with one arm as she moves around the bathroom. 
It takes some convincing for you to let go so she can undress you and herself, but with some bribes for a movie after you finally let go of her. Once she gets you both undressed she gets into the tub and lefts you in after her gently setting you down between her legs. She watches you play with your Avengers rubber ducky set. You’re favorite of course being the black widow because of your Mommy. She lets you splash and play around and the water soaks her aching muscles. Content on just being with you. After long she washes you both off making sure you’re all clean. 
Nat dries you both off when she gets you out wrapping you up in one of your bear towels, the little ears on your head bringing a warm smile to her face. “Looks like someone is my little bear instead of my bug.” She boops your nose which causes you to scrunch your face up. “No Mama me bug.” You toss the towel off wanting to show her that you are still her little big. She chuckles at your antics picking you back up and kissing all over your face, causing you to giggle. “Ok my little bug.” 
Once Nat has gotten you dried off and into a comfortable onesie. You insisted on the black widow one for the night. Somehow most of your wardrobe consists of Avengers and mostly of your Mommy. But she loves so see your happy face when you get to show off your Mommy, Aunts, and Uncles. She sets you on the edge of the bed so that she can get herself dressed. “Mama?” Your voice breaks through as her shirt falls over her head. She hums hoping you will continue. “Hair?” She crouches down in front of you with a big smile on her face. “You want Mommy to braid your hair?” She asks you, her hands on your knees rubbing gently circles. You nod shyly. She raises up kissing your head. “Anything for you princess.” She quickly gets a brush and hair ties so she can put it up. 
The bed dips as Nat moves behind you on the bed. “Wanna hold bear?” She asks, holding  your teddy bear out for you. You nod your head, taking it from her and hugging it to your chest. She gently combs her fingers through your still damp hair before putting your hair up into a braid. When she is done you turn in her hold, looking up at her with big puppy dog eyes. “Baymax?” She smiles. “You want to watch Baymax?” You nod eagerly, wrapping yourself around her making the woman laugh. “Anything for you, bug.” She kisses your head. 
Nat carries you out into the living room. She situates the both of you on the couch, your head on her chest as she turns on Big Hero 6 for you to watch. It only takes a few minutes before you tug at her shirt whining. She looks down at you with a soft smile on her face. She knows what you want. “What is it my little bug?” You continue to tug and whine. “Okay, okay, okay.” She chuckles, pulling her shirt over her head. She guides you to her breast which you instinctively wrap your lips around her nipple.
A gasp can be heard as you begin to suckle on your Mommy’s nipple. Warm milk filling your mouth and tummy. You wiggle a bit trying to get comfortable as you suckle. Nat lets you move and wiggle until you finally settle. You are not particularly watching the movie anymore as you wrap your arms around her waist drinking your Mommy’s milk. She rubs your back enjoying the closeness and bonding you both get from the experience. She watches your eyes drooping close and the peaceful look on your face as you start to drift in and out of consciousness. The move is already long forgotten by the both of you softly playing in the background. 
A small buzz sounds as Nat's phone vibrates on the armrest of the couch. She looks down, opening the app that shows the cameras surrounding the house. When she clicks on the alert, the feed pops up showing Clint walking to the door. She taps on the screen unlocking the door to allow him to enter. 
“Hey I came to-” Clint stops when he sees you on the couch with Nat's eyes closed. “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to intrude.” Nat waves him off. “No, no, it’s fine. I think she is just about asleep now. Did you want to talk about the mission?” He knows not to argue with her so he sits down across from the two of you and the two begin to run through the mission debrief. 
As the two talk you vaguely recognize the voices. You stir about until you pick out Clint's voice. You wiggle and let go of your Mommy’s nipple turning to see your uncle Clint sitting there. “Uncle Cwint.” You wiggle free of your Mommy making your way over to him as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Once you're in front of him you give him grabby hands. “Hey little spider.” He picks you up and puts you in his lap as Nat puts her shirt back on. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest, getting comfortable in his lap as he holds you and rubs his hand up and down your back as he talks with Nat.
You're drifting in and out of sleep as time goes on. You hadn’t even noticed that you fell asleep until you were being carried back to your Mommy’s bedroom. She gets you both into bed before taking her shirt back off knowing that you would want to finish nursing on the other breast as you go to sleep. You cuddle into her side and she helps guide your sleepy form to her breast. Letting out a satisfying sigh as you latch on. 
Your tummy is full as you close your eyes, your lips still around Nat’s nipple as you drift between worlds. Her hand rubbing up and down your back gently. “Go to sleep bug, Mommy will be here when you wake up.” She kisses your head letting her lips linger there. It’s not long before your full body relaxes and soft snores come from you. Nat isn’t far behind you as she closes her eyes kissing your head once more. “I love you my little bug.” She finally lets herself join you in the land of dreams.
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90smaximoff · 1 year
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missing you.
gip!natasha x fem!reader
summary: the one that natasha decides to have a baby with you.
words: 2.2k
warnings: smut (+18), natasha is gip in there so… yeah, angst (just a little bit), mentions of getting shot, make out, some dirty talk, a lot of breeding kink, teasing i guess, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of death, TERRIBLE title but i couldn’t think about anything else.
author’s note: sorry for mistakes lmk if you see one, hope you guys like it and pls leave messages on my inbox cuz i’m always bored on these days.
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You could see the shining lights of her car from the windows of the living room, knowing she was pulling the car inside. Excitation runned through your body as you wait for her to come inside, feeling the anxiety of seeing her again after a long time, thirteen days, to be precise. It was harsh, but that comes with the price of be married to a avenger, a spy, the black widow and the love of your life.
You bite your lip in anxiety, but let out a scream as you see her open the door and come inside, running to hug her.
“Tasha!” You jump in her, being received by her strong arms hugging your slim waist, shoving your face into the crook of her neck, for one second you were the happiest girl in the world, nothing in this world could hurt you since you had your girl right there.
“I missed you so much.” You whispered, almost crying from the emotion.
“It’s okay baby, i’m home now, i’m not going nowhere.” God, you missed everything in her, her calm tone, her lovely voice, her delicious smell.
After minutes hugging each other like nothing else matters, you finally manage to get out of her hug, giving her a kiss that you know damn well you needed. A passionate and desperate kiss, wanting nothing more than feel your lover’s lips again.
When you separated it, you tried to bring her closer to the couch, guiding her gently by the hand, with a smile in your face that fade way the moment you notice she was limping, and making a face of pain at every step that she tried unsuccessfully hide from you.
“Nat, what happened? Are you hurt?” You asked, already worried about her.
“It was just a shot, nothing to worry about, baby.”
She sits down on the couch, letting a sigh of relief for finally being home with you, even knowing that you would be yelling at her for being shot and not telling you.
“Just a shot!? Why you didn’t tell me?” Your voice started to get a little louder and you feel like you were about to cry. You always cares a lot about Natasha, she leaves almost everyday to kick villains asses and save the world, you can’t help but misses her and worry about how she is all the time.
“Because i knew you were gonna to be worried and hysteric.” She says with regretful look on her face. You can’t refute it, of course you would be, so you just let out a frustrate sigh and rolled your eyes. “Baby, c’mon, it’s not too much of a big deal, i’m fine…” She waits for an answer but nothings comes out. “Are you mad at me?”
“Of course i am, Natasha!” You feel your eyes water, filled with tears of frustration. “Almost everyday you leaves and i don’t know if you ever coming back to me. I know you are a hero and i’m so proud of everything you do but… God, i am your wife! I do not deserve priority in your life?” At this point you were already screaming, your voice shaking as your let the tears rolled on your face.
“Of course you do! Baby, of course you have priority, i’m always coming back to you.” Seeing you crying after spending so much time away from you was really breaking her heart, but she decided to not let it show.
“Yeah, with a shot on your leg! Who knows where’s gonna be next time? On your head? On your chest?” You knew damn well that you was being overdramatic, but you honestly didn’t care at this point, you just wanted her to know how you feel, what passes though your head every time she leaves.
When you avoid her eyes and started to dry your face with the palm of your hand, Natasha decided that was enough, opening arms for you. “Okay, i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry, come here.” You didn’t hesitate to go, even wanting to be mad at her you missed her so much to deny a hug.
You straddle her lap and hug her shoulders, pushing your head on the crook of her neck as she embraced your body, whispering that she should’ve told you about the fucking shot.
“I’m sorry baby, but all i wanted was come back and be with my girl, can we forget that for a moment, please?” She said after some minutes.
You take a deep breath and take your face off her neck to look at her instead, your eyes were already dry, almost seemed like you didn’t even cried if wasn’t for your swollen lips and your face a little blushed. “Okay, sorry for yelling too.” Natasha agrees with her head giving you a sweet smile before pushing you in to a kiss.
It was gentle at first, showing how much you both missed each other kindly, slowly moving her lips on yours, caressing your back as you stroked her red hair. Everything feels gentle and soft, you were happy to have her in your arms again, safe and sound on your house, it was really hard spend so much time away from her. You missed everything, her hair, her hands, her touch, her voice, even missed it when she makes you stressed.
“I missed you so much, you know?” And like she just read your mind, these words was spoken in a lower voice against your lips. “I missed my baby so much.”
“I missed you too, Tasha.”
“Yeah? What did you missed about me?” she catches her breath and starting to kiss on your neck, making you shiver and squirm a little on her lap, closing your eyes trying to focus on the sensations she gives you and still reply to her.
“I m-missed everything about you.” You stutter a bit, almost moaning just for having her lips on your neck. Natasha hummed, instructing you to continue talking. “I missed your kisses…” You mumbled as she bite slightly on your neck, bringing her hands at your uncovered thighs, caressing it with the top of her fingers, making shivers run though your body. “And… i missed y-your touch.”
At every second got a little harder for you to talk, having your wife provoking so many sensations at your body leaven you a whimpering mess trying not to moan.
“You missed me touching your thighs like this?” She whispers against your neck, the hot breath on your sensitive skin.
You shake your head a yes and closed your eyes, feeling her hands getting closer to the bottom of your shorts and you know what was to come.
“I missed you inside of me, Tasha.” You whine, needy. That was enough to let Natasha crazy, she moan on your neck at that and in seconds was asking you to get up and take off your shorts, along with your panties.
When you did, sitting on her lap next, she takes off your shirt in one quickly movement, kissing you after that, you both were so eager and needy for each other that you couldn’t wait any more to have her inside of you.
You unbuttoned her pants, bringing them down and springing her cock free. She was already hard since the moment you’ve start kissing on her lap, after almost two weeks without fuck you Natasha could go crazy, getting hard and needy for any physical affection, sometimes you liked to tease her saying she looks like a horny teenager that gets hard by everything.
But the true is that Natasha is obsessed over you since the day you met, everything you do makes her loves you more or gets her hard, sometimes both.
You started to jerk her off as she brings both hands to your ass, her cock feels heavy on your small hands, getting bigger by your touch, you smiled hearing her moan, knowing how much she misses having your hand in her, you misses that just as much.
“Put me inside you, baby.” She pant and you happily comply, lifting your hips, bringing her to your dripping opening and lowering yourself in her.
You both let out a little moan at that and Natasha pulled a hand at your neck, gently bringing you to a kiss while you get used to her big size. The feeling of your walls stretching to take her cock was the best thing that she ever felt, having you all naked on top of her whose was completely dressed made her feel dominant over you even though knowing that she was so desperate for you as you were for her.
When you feel your pussy accommodate her cock completely, you lift your hips again, your mouth disconnected with her for one second as you sink into her, moaning louder, you started to move your hips, bouncing on her cock.
Natasha watched you mesmerized, panting hard feeling the tightness around her shaft. “You feel so fucking good, baby… You like it? You like my cock deep inside you?” She says breathless.
She can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of her, seeing it you arched your back, putting your chest closer to her mouth, inviting her to suck on your nipples, which she happily accepts, involving her warm tongue on your breast, sucking it like a hungry baby.
“Yes! I love it, don’t stop, please.” You moans feeling the overcome sensation of being stimulated on your sensitive parts, not even knowing what you’re begging for, just riding her harder and faster at every second, feeling yourself get a little closer to your orgasm.
So was Natasha, who didn’t know how much time she could last inside your tight pussy, it’s been so long since you guys had sex and she didn’t touch herself in ages. Feeling closer to her own high, she hugs your waist and start to thrust herself inside you, lifting her hips upwards, making your whole body tremble since she was hella stronger than you.
You rolled your eyes at her fucking your pussy so fast and good that she couldn’t keep her lips at your boobies, letting them go and looking up at your flustered face.You had your eyes shut, your mouth open in a silent moan and a delicious expression of pure pleasure. Took everything in her to not cum at the sight.
Wanting you to cum with her, she lets her dirty mouth run, knowing how much you like that.
“I’m gonna cum, you want my cum inside you, baby? You want me to breed that pussy? ” Her breathless voice had you opening your eyes jut to look at her.
“Yes, cum inside, i want your cum so much.” You gripped her hair, feeling her getting even deeper inside you, the head of her pretty cock kissing your cervix at every stroke.
“Yeah? I’m gonna put my baby inside you.” Natasha herself didn’t catch what she said, just feels like the right thing at the time, but even knowing that was just a kinky talk, she couldn’t help but get attached to the idea of you getting pregnant with her child. Before she gets to worried about what you’d said, you welcome the idea happily, smiling naughty at her and moaning louder, letting her know that you liked that though.
“I’m gonna breed you, fill you over and over again baby, you gonna look so fucking hot pregnant with my child, f-fuck.” She keeps going, feeling your walls tightening on her at every word, enjoying your facial expressions and your pussy around her thick cock, coming even earlier than she planned to, painting your walls and filling you up completely.
“Fuck, yes, breed me!” You almost yelled as you come around her cock at the feeling of her cum inside you and at the thought of getting pregnant with her baby.
Tasha slowed down her thrusts after you cum, panting and feeling sensitive, her cock softening still inside your warmth, she unfolded her hug onto your waist and rests her back on the couch, her legs trembling a little under you.
You catch your breath on top of her, licking your lips and closing your eyes for a sec.
“Y/n?” She called you and you looked at her. “When i go to NY, next week, i’m gonna tell the team that is over.” She looked right into your eyes. “I rather be your wife than a avenger and… if you were being serious about the baby…”
“I was. I was being serious about the baby.” You interrupted her with a little smile on your face.
“Then i have one more reason to do it.” When you feel a little bad with Natasha having to leave something that she fight so much for, your smiled faltered a bit. “I know what you’re thinking but i want to do that, for you, for me and now… for our baby, okay?”
“You don’t even know if i’m already pregnant.” You chuckle and in seconds you feel her cock hardening again and her cum dripping out of you onto her thighs.
“So let’s make sure of it.”
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pixiexdusts-world · 2 months
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🧑‍🍳 Baking with Natasha 🧑‍🍳
It’s more like baking for Natasha and this is her reactions to every step you do :)
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whorexis · 8 months
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Black cat (pt. 3)
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Note: I tried to add a bit of everything y'all requested, I couldn't add all but heres the angst! (Also I wasn't fully sure who to add into the taglist, I took everyone who wanted to be added and everyone who requested)
Warning/s: angst, slight use of y/n, Natasha being a bitch, petnames/russian petnames (translation next to the word), cursing, happy ending (for now /hj)
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Summary: you've had enough of how bad you were treated by the whole team
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (you're here! (end vers.)) // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7
It had been a few weeks since you had joined the avengers. And to all honesty, things were going shit. You hated it here, absolutely. You missed being the free 'Black Cat', sneaking around the city and always doing whatever you wanted to. The avengers team was nothing but a huge paik in your ass. They had started to like you slowly but that didn't stop them from ordering and teasing you around all the time. Especially after they had found out that Natasha could by now make you do anything she wanted — you were like a little bitch around her, following her commands while they laughed at you.
It wasn't only the freedom you had missed, it was the fact that in your head Natasha saw you as nothing more than a little side fuck since she didn't ask you to be anything more to her.
They had some fun things here though, Tony had insisted to throw small "team-night's" sometimes, where everyone was together, playing games, watching movies, eating together. You sighed, not feeling the need to be shittalked about, you decided to join.
Your personal favourite people of the team were Thor, Carol and Pietro. You liked Clint too but he was always an in-between since he loved to play around with you. The good things on your favourites were that they were free. They were strong enough to not follow any orders — fly or run around, escape. They were nice to you too. They were the only ones treating you like a human being.
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Everyone was either sitting on the couch or on the floor — which was full of pillows, bed covers and other soft things. You had just arrived, standing in the doorway. They were all talking, not fully noticing you standing there until your eyes fell on Natasha. She was sitting on a comfortable spot on the couch and soon she had her eyes on you too. As she noted that you weren't sure where to sit, so she just clicked her tongue, her eyes falling to her lap as a sign for you to sit down there. You blushed, looking down and obeying as you shamefully walked there, sitting on her lap. The whole action should be innocent to the team since there wasn't any more place for you to sit down.
-of course thats when the team had their full attention on you.
"Nat how do you always do that?" Tony questioned, a few chuckles from the others following.
"Do what?" Natasha quirked an eyebrow.
"That!" Tonys hands motioned to the both of you, but they mostly fell on you.
"You always command her around and she obeys! Never in a hundred years would I think I would be alive to witness the Black Cat following orders." You heard Tony say — and thats what hit you. You were no longer the person you grew up to be, you were a lap dog, a good one too. You were halfway zoomed out as you sat on Natashas lap like a little kid as she talked to the others. You felt shit as they talked about you in third person, as if you weren't able to talk for yourself.
"—and the fact that you made her reveal her information about herself is impressi—"
"who said I told the truth?" you hissed out, interrupting Wanda. She looked at you shocked, everyone knew you were agressive, but they didn't expect you to act like this in front of Natasha. Natashas hands squeezed your sides.
"Y/n—" she warned.
"—No, you don't get to make me shut up! What makes you believe I actually told the truth about myself, Wanda?"
Wanda looked down to her lap, biting her lip as she was seemed ashmed. Everyone was stunned at your outburst.
Natashas lips went down to your ear, whispering "if you don't follow the rule—"
"I don't follow shit!—" She squeezed your sides even harder, making you choke back a whimper.
"Apologize to Wanda" she snarled, talking loud enough so everyone could hear her. You stayed silent until her hands squeezed you even harder — if possible — making you blink away some tears. You breathed heavily, deciding to give in.
"I'm sorry" you whispered and the teams jaw flew open. Carol and Thor were feeling sorry for you, not being able to imagine how it would feel like being treated this way. You were pretty sure Pietro was pissed at you for talking like this to his sister, making you once again loose another person. You wanted to cry.
"Louder"
"Natasha enough-" Carol interrupted, making her way to you, but Steve stopped her, wanting to hear you apologize to Wanda.
You scoffed, sitting up so everyone could clearly see your face. "I am sorry, Wanda" there was still some sarcasm hidden in your voice, but Natasha let it slide. Wanda simply nodded. You bit your lip, holding back the urge to breakdown right now and here.
That was the last thing you had said for the rest of the night — well thats what everyone thought. They thought it would only hold for the night but concerningly it held for a whole week. After the small hangout you immediately went to your room, and from there on everything had changed.
You refused to speak, especially to Natasha, but you followed all orders and rules without any hesitation or any tantrum. And by now everyone missed your voice. They had never noticed how you were the one that bought them all the fun in the past few weeks you had spend here. You always made sure to roast people back, leaving Clint wheezing for air, you always had to throw drama when you didn't want to do something, only for you and Bucky to make a deal about whoever loses in a fight has to do the order. You always found Sam cheating in games, making him get disqualified which always left both of you with beef at the end. Sam wasn't someone who would humble himself, but he would literally beg for you to come back and kick his ass in a game.
And for Natasha — she missed you, your skin, your moans and the way you were always so submissive for her. But sex wasn't the only thing she missed, she missed you being playful all the time, the way you would hold your squeals back when you saw something you liked, the way you had the team up till midnight to finish once again another one of your favourite movies.
It had gotten so empty.
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Natasha stormed into your room, slamming the door behind her.
"What the fuck is your problem—" you couldn't finish your sentence as you jumped out of your chair by the sound.
"—no, what is your problem, you literally ignore everyone, you don't even talk!"
"Oh so I'm still not good enough? Am I not following the orders good enough?— or do you just want your bitch back who follows you around, makes you feel like a queen? Do you want a me to be a bad girl so you can fuck the shit out of me again?"
Natasha was at a loss of words as she stared at you.
"I'm fucking tired, Natasha! Tired! I never had a family and now that I thought I'd have one they decide to treat me like a dumbass dog! I'm the fucking Black Cat for fucks sake, the girl that wasn't able to be caught by anyone for years! The one who stole everything and never obeyed, and now you come into my life and force me to — and the worst part is that I enjoyed it because I had a chance to be around you — because I love you! Natasha I love you but I want my freedom, I can't—" you finally breathed in, a sob escaping as your voice broke "I can't— do this a-anymore. I d-don't wanna be treated like this. I w-want to be free—" you let your tears fall as you felt like you couldn't speak anymore.
Natasha remained silent, walking up to you. Panic quickly rose inside of you as you choked out a few words "no, no don't- don't come near me no no no! No!"
You finally fell apart as she held you in her arms, fully breaking down. She held you as your face was buried in the crook of her neck and her head was on your shoulder. You cried and sobbed like a little child. You felt pathetic but you were fucking hurt.
"I love you too" you heard a small whisper, your sobs slowly fading.
Natasha pulled you back, so now you both faced each other. "Moya lyubov (my love) I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel like this— I was an idiot" her eyes became slightly glossy "—I love you too, you make me so happy, and the team too. They miss you, I shouldn't have treated you like this, I'm sorry I was an idiot, I didn't... I didn't see it. Please forgive me sweetheart."
You sobbed as her hands came to the sides of your face. You quickly smashed your lips into hers and she gratefully devoured you. As you pulled back both of you were slightly crying. And after a few seconds of silence and each others comfort you spoke up.
"I forgive you"
She looked at you with a sparkle in her eyes, but you quickly kept on talking "—but I don't wanna be treated this way in public anymore"
She quirked an eyebrow as a playful smirk showed "'in public'? So you like it in bed—" you slightly elbowed her and she chuckled "no moya lyubov (my love), I'll treat you normally and I want you to tell me if I do something wrong"
She smiled. That smile. You let a few tears fall at her words and smile, feeling grateful as you hugged her tightly again, whispering a—
"I love you"
"I love you more"
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caffeinated-mess · 2 years
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Wish I Didn’t Care
Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff/Reader)
Summary: You and Natasha have a friends with benefits relationship, Nat unaware of your feelings toward her. But when she tries to make you jealous by flirting with Bruce, your insecurity rises. Will she be able to fix her mistake?
WARNINGS: fwb, implied smut, implied oral (nat receiving), lightly implied d/s themes, slightest mention of violence, angst, cursing, fluff, hurt/comfort
Word count: 1,870
A/N: Woo! A fwb fic! I had a lot of fun writing this. It makes me sad that smut seems to get the most likes and reblogs even when the same amount of effort is put in, but I can’t change that. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy this!
Natasha was clear when it came to expressing her displeasure through the night. Just a few hours ago she had you on top of her, your fingernails digging into the muscled flesh of her thighs as your tongue swirled around her clit. Then there was an announcement from FRIDAY that Tony decided to throw a last minute celebration party. It was in honour of the latest mission, a simple scour of an abandoned HYDRA base. The search went surprisingly smooth, the team able to gather some extra information as a bonus, but it was nothing that demanded a celebration.
However, you consider Tony a close friend, so you pulled away from the Russian just before she was able to tumble off the edge. You had to listen to her grumbles and complaints the entirety of the time spent getting dressed, the only reason for her attendance was your quiet whisper into her ear.
“If you behave, I’ll let you choose what we do for the rest of the night.”
The words had her scrambling for a presentable outfit, an excitement that quickly wore off as the hours passed. Now the red-head holds a flirty smirk on her face as she runs a finger down the bicep of Bruce Banner. You have nothing against the guy, he’s sweet and comforting, and always self aware of his own emotions. You would even consider him as a companion due to all the time you spend with him and Tony in the labs. However, you are currently resisting the temptation to smash his face into a table until his nose is bleeding and broken.
It’s not even his fault. You and Natasha never put a name to your relationship, a fact that you are randomly reminded of, so you have no reason to be this full of rage. And sure, you know that Natasha is doing this purely to get a rise out of you. The glances she occasionally shoots you with are a big enough indication, but you can’t stop the feeling of insecurity crawling through the anger. Out of everyone to flirt with, she had to choose her ex, the caring scientist with seven PhD’s. You are very aware of the history they share, he’s one of the few people that can call her ‘Nat’ without fearing for his life.
So with one last glimpse in their direction, you politely excuse yourself from the party, hoping that people will blame your glistening eyes on the alcohol.
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You avoid Natasha for the next few days. You know that it’s an immature way to react, you’re a full-grown adult for fucks sake, but some buried part of you fears the confrontation that has never landed in your favour as a child.
So you shrug off the team’s concerned questions about the sudden distance between you and the Russian. You greet Natasha with nothing more than a strained, but friendly smile in the halls and disappear whenever she attempts to corner you. But you can’t escape team meetings, so you are occasionally forced to make small talk with Natasha, leaving whenever she tries to bring up a heavier topic. Your plans for the day take place when you know Natasha is busy elsewhere, and the training gym alongside your room quickly become your new comfort places.
Sometimes, you get a bit too fucked up at a nearby bar and wake up next to a sleeping person in an unfamiliar room. You always leave before they wake, never leaving a note even when the sex is good.
Perhaps it was foolish of you to entertain Natasha’s proposal of being friends with benefits. You know she previously had a similar arrangement with Maria Hill, before the SHEILD agent became too busy for regular hook-ups. Shortly after that, she expressed an interest in Steve Rogers, but it was apparently a short-lived experience. There were rumours of something between the redhead and Carol Danvers whenever the latter wasn’t off world. Then, of course, there was her failed relationship attempt with Bruce Banner. You never cared to find out if there was something more, Natasha assured you that all three were in the past, and you took her word for it. Maybe that was your mistake.
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Eventually, after several weeks of your avoidance, the spy gets a chance to speak to you alone. You’re positive she manipulated the situation to get her way, not that you expect anything less from a trained assassin. You were using your frustration as fuel against a punching bag when she sauntered in and asked FRIDAY to secure all exit points.
You still the bag with your wrapped hands and rest your forehead against the durable material. A second later, you walk over to a nearby resting bench, taking small sips of your water before peeling off your hand wraps.
“How long do you plan on avoiding me?”
Your head tilts up after hearing the raspiness of a familiar voice.
“I’m not avoiding you, Natasha,” you sigh. “We still talk.”
The Russian moves closer to you, her frustration shown in the slightest clenching of her jaw. You hate how easily you can read her.
“Don’t bullshit me! We don’t talk!” She explodes, and it shocks you into silence at how fast she lost her cool. “God, is this because I was flirting with Bruce?”
You scoff. “Maybe I was just bored of hooking up with you. The Earth doesn’t fucking revolve around you, Romanoff!”
Your words are harsh and cruel, they are also a complete lie, but you have always been a fantastic liar. The eye contact you maintain with her is steady, but then her gaze drops to your shoulder, and her eyes darken.
“You let someone mark you?” Her voice has lowered to a dangerous whisper.
And either you have no sense of self-preservation or you would take any opportunity to win an argument, because you match her tone and say, “That’s not the only one.”
Natasha marches towards you and you stand up, instantly on defence. “What? So you forbid me from leaving a hickey on you after all the months we spent together, but you let girls that you see for one night leave hickeys all over you?”
If looks could kill, her furious green eyes would have you buried six feet under. You hate that you find her anger attractive, you hate how you’re tempted to scream that she broke your heart.
Instead, you lean down to her eye level with a patronising smirk on your face. “Who said I only fuck girls?”
You catch her fist a second before it could collide with your face, levelling her with an unimpressed stare. Then you ask FRIDAY to unlock the gym doors.
“See you later, princess,” you mutter into her ear, teasingly dragging your thumb to pull down her bottom lip, shoulder checking her on your way to exit the room.
Your hand slaps against your face as soon as you leave her view, cursing the world and your stupidity. Fury lingers in your veins, directed at the situation, at Natasha, at yourself.
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The next day, it’s as if your roles have been reversed. You actively seek out the Russian while she seems keen on avoiding you. The AI informs you of her whereabouts when you ask, and you enter her room while she showers. It feels borderline invasive to wait until she’s the most vulnerable to corner her, but you know that she would escape in any other situation.
You sit on a chair in the corner of her room and wait patiently until the water shuts off. You wait another few minutes as she dresses. It’s habit for her to change into clothes while still in the bathroom. The door clicks open.
“Hello,” you clear your throat to make her aware of your presence. It’s only due to you half-expecting her reaction that you catch the knife she throws at you. The blade would have hit directly between your eyes.
“Why are you in my room?” Natasha asks, an indifferent facade settling on her face to conceal her surprise.
“To talk,” you state as if it’s obvious.
“There’s nothing I have to say to you.”
You don’t let her words affect you. “We were friends with benefits, Natasha. Very close friends before that,” you say and her posture relaxes ever so slightly, guilt flashing in her eyes for a second. “Communication has always played a huge role in our relationship. I am tired of being mad at you, and I want my friend back.”
You don’t dare voice that you want more. That you’ve always wanted more.
Natasha hesitates, and for a second you believe that she will send you away. You’re relieved when she mutters, “Fine.”
“I was hurt when you flirted with Bruce,” you admit. “I thought that you cared for me enough to tell me if you had feelings for him. Even if it was to annoy me, you chose him for a reason, and that bothered me.”
“I have strictly platonic feelings for Bruce,” is her eventual response and you nod, halfway convinced. You don’t want to doubt her words but you don’t think you will ever be able to completely believe her.
“We had strictly platonic feelings for each other as well, Natasha,” you counter. It’s not completely true for you, given how you were attracted to the woman upon first glance, but she doesn’t need to know that. “We still managed to begin hooking up.”
The Russian purses her lips, unable to voice a disagreement to your statement. You shake your head.
“Listen,” you start. “I lied about the sex being boring, it was damn good and I thoroughly enjoyed it. So, we can still have sex if you want. I can’t stop you from flirting with people you might be interested in, so I’m not going to drag you away from them if you want to sleep with them. We never said we had an exclusive relationship.”
Natasha’s mouth opens and you think she’s going to say something, but all that comes out is, “You’re right.”
“Alright,” you tell her, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off your knees. “That’s all I wanted, I’ll leave you alone now.”
“Wait!” You’re halfway out her door when she says it. Her voice is just a tad louder than normal. You turn around to face her, an eyebrow raised as a silent question.
Natasha murmurs something that you can’t quite make out. “….-’t want…sleep…-ther…-ple.”
“I can’t hear what you’re saying, Natasha.”
Her eyes flash to you angrily. “Stop calling me that!” She softens upon seeing your stunned expression. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure her as if speaking to a wounded animal. “What did you say before, Nat?”
An embarrassed flush creeps onto her face before she steels herself with faux confidence. “I don’t want you sleeping with other people.”
You’re not oblivious and, at times like these, you know Natasha better than you know yourself. “You have feelings for me.”
She panics. “It was dumb, never-mind. Forget I said anything! I’ll talk to you later, bye!”
A chuckle slips past your lips. “Bye, baby. I’m in love with you, too.”
Then you leave with a smile and pretend to not hear the giddy exclamation that comes from her room seconds later.
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dnvrsmedia · 2 years
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Can I request a Nat x r where r uses the strap for the first time with Nat and being insecure they won’t satisfy Nat like Bruce or other her past lovers but Nat reassures r and then r makes Nat cum like she never has before? Please and thank you❤️❤️
Love On Me
Needy!Nat x reader
18+ MDNI
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an: tysm for this request! so sorry for it being late but as I mentioned before I am still settling in at uni! I really enjoyed writing & i hope you enjoy reading just as much <3
Frantic movements and clashing teeth quicken with fervor as Natasha grinds on top of your lap. Needy groans slip past her lips as she tries to pull your bodies impossibly closer. You separate from her lips and smirk at the whine that leaves her lips. Her plump lips chase yours with a frown as you back away. If you weren’t immensely horny you would think it was cute.
“What’s gotten into you? Hmm?” You ask sweetly as you tuck a piece of her fiery hair behind her ear. Her breath heaves as she tries to pounce. You can’t help but giggle at her eagerness. You put your palm on her sternum and press lightly. Nat’s face flushed as she is forced to use her words.
“I need you so bad, honey.” She whines and presses her soft pillows on your jaw, biting slightly. You let out a groan and almost instinctively grab her hips.
“I need you to use the strap on me, please. Need you to fill me up good!” She seductively bites and moans into your ear.
A shiver runs down your back. Natasha who is the more experienced and dominant one in your relationship is now practically falling apart for you. You would be stupid if you didn’t race at the chance to have this beautiful woman at your beck and call. Yet, all you can think about is if you’ll ever equate to the partners shes previously had. Nat was your first, and hopefully your last. She showed you the ropes in terms of your sexuality and you are terrified of being a disappointment. The need to make her feel like the most special woman on earth runs deep in everything you do.
Nat notices your hesitation. You’ll never speak it out loud, but having a spy girlfriend who is trained in all things non verbal communication doesn’t really make hiding things easy.
Natasha moves her hands to rest at the nape if your neck, forcing you to look into her eyes.
“Detka, what’s the matter?”
You shake your head and move to kiss her. Your unsuccessful attempt at skipping this conversation quickly ended when Natasha disconnected your lips from hers. Tasha took your hands in her own as she stared deep in your eyes.
“I am immensely needy right now but we are not doing anything until I know what’s going on.” Nat sweetly kisses you cheek and caresses your hand. You know that you’ll forever and always be safe with Nat.
“I want to do this, fuck. You have no idea how much I want this-“
“But?” Nat looks very vulnerable right now. This is what you didn’t want in the first place. Nat opened up about her previous experiences early on in your sexual relationship. Her vulnerability didn’t come easy and yet here you are with her. You shake your head profusely and take a deep breath.
“What if i’m not enough? What if I can’t make you feel as good as you make me feel?”
Natasha shook her head with a warm glint in her eyes.
“Oh detka…” She shakes her head and kisses you passionately and pushes you back onto the bed. She seductively trails her teeth up your neck until she reaches your ear.
“You’re gonna put on the strap and you’re gonna fuck me. You’re gonna make me cum and have my legs shaking. You’d like that, hmm? Splitting me in half with your cock. Cus I need that so fucking bad, please. Just please I need you so bad!”
You let out an almost animalistic growl. Need is seeping out of your pores as Nat grinds her hot cunt onto your thigh. You don’t know what came over you but you gain all the confidence in the world. You flip Natasha onto her back and place your knee in between her heat. She lets out a whiny moan, desperate for more.
“God you’re so pretty for me. I need to fill you up right now, need to fuck you till you can’t remember your name.” You pull off her clothing in a hurry. Your mouth latches onto her over sensitive nipples. Her back arches closer to you as her hands snake to the nape of your neck and tug.
“Please!” She whimpers hotly. You smirk at just how needy she is. Her state makes you want to make her feel the best you can.
“Don’t you worry, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You whisper in her ear before you move away from her and get yourself situated. The look of pure lust on her face as you strip in front of her. You do struggle with putting on the strap for a bit. Natasha gets on her knees in front of you to help with the harness. Your breath leaves your body for a moment when she takes the faux cock into her mouth while maintaining eye contact.
You can’t help but thrust your hips into her wet and inviting mouth. The feeling of the strap nuzzling up against your clit as she sloppily blows you feels euphoric. You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You need to be in her; splitting her in half. You remove her from your strap and push her onto the bed. You take the strap between your hand and tease her clit.
Nat moans out loudly wantonly as she begs for more. Her hands snake down to your hand i hopes to speed things up. You tsk as you continue teasing her. Being the more dominant one doesn’t happen very often, so you are enjoying all of your time. Her whines grow louder as time goes on. Her sopping cunt drips on to the silk sheets with no remorse. Your mouth opens in awe at how worked up she is.
“Shh, baby” You coo, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” You give her one last bruising kiss before you slide your strap fully. Something comes over you as you pound into Natasha. You get drunk off her loud moans and whimpers as you thrust deep into her. The only thing on you mind is how much you need to make her cum. You have turned Nat into a babbling mess. Her hair is thrashed about on the pillow and drool slides out from her mouth onto the bed below.
“Hmm, fuck I- hmph please! So good y/n! please baby please need it so bad.” She slurs as he eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. You’re grunting into her due to the sensation of the strap snugly grinding into you. As Nat lets out a wonton moan, you start to struggle with the strap. She’s clenching so tight that you knew it was almost time for her to cum. Your hand slides down her body and lays purchase on her swollen bundle of nerves. Your fingers rigorously massage her clit as your thrusts don’t let up. Natasha cannot form sensical sentences at this point. Her body is thrashing and fingers grip onto whatever she can get her hands on to brace her. You’re basically drooling at this point. You can feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you as you watch the woman you love fall apart under you.
“Fuck, baby you’re doing so good for me. I wanna come together.” You groan at the sight of her bucking her hips into you. “Can you do that, hmm?” She nods and you kiss her forehead. Your thrusting continues as the familiar feeling starts growing stronger. Your thrusts falter the closer you get.
“Baby I need you to cum for me, okay? I can’t last much longer I need you to cum. Come one princess, come for me.” You begged as you couldn’t hold your orgasm back any longer.
Seeing you fall apart from pleasing Natasha was the last nail in the coffin for her. Guttural moans surfaced from her as she came underneath you. She was blissed out to notice the rushing fountain that was expelled between her legs. You looked in awe at the beauty in front of you.
Your thrusts slow to a complete stop. The only noise in the room is the sound of your labored breaths. You slowly remove the strap from inside of your lover. Her quiet whine at the feeling of being empty is heard. You lean down and lovingly kiss her. Slow and sensual is the name of the game and you want to make her feel loved.
Natasha snaps back into reality with a lazy smile and a peck to your wrist.
“Hi baby.” She smirks while playing with your hair. You grow back to your shy self as you’re unable to maintain eye contact with your lover. You face plant into the crevasse of her neck and shoulder with a groan. Natasha let’s put a hearty laugh at you.
“You just gave me the best sex of my life and now you’re all shy? You are ridiculous.” She giggles and you groan once more.
You both will definitely be doing this again.
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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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I have come to request something.
Remember when we talked about Tattoo Artist! Nat. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and just have fun. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Dom!Nat.
DESIGNS
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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 628
WARNINGS: smut, strap on usage, threesome, making out, hint of manipulation, innocent!R, virginity loss, Mommy (N), breeding, shy!Wanda, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“How- how is this supposed to help exactly?” The tip of her cock teased your hole, a smirk planted on her face as she guided you to grind against her length. Her partner, Wanda, was sitting shyly next to the two of you, the ink gun in her hand. She looked down, trying to avoid all possible eye contact with either of you. Nat had always been derogatory, but this was a new level. Not once had she ever led someone to rest on her pulsing erection, and Wanda assumed someone would never agree to the request. Nat was attractive, sure, but she didn’t expect anyone to be as naive as you.
“It’s just going to distract you from the pain, sweetheart. We don’t want to hurt you, right, Wanda?” She nodded, giving you a hesitantly warm smile as you gulped nervously.
“Uhm, I’ve never-“ You cut yourself off, fears rising as you nearly admitted your pureness.
“Oh, baby, will I be your first?” You shook your head, yes, sniffling as your hips jutted lower, causing her cock to ease into your hole slowly. The tip was embraced with your warmth, and she moaned lowly at the contact.
“Well, I’m so honored. Why don’t you place your hands on my shoulders and let Wanda work, okay?” You did as told, your gaze falling to her breasts that were hidden by a sports bra and a loose tank top. She smiled, grasping your chin and leading you in for a long, passionate kiss. Wanda placed the pen against your lower back, following the sketch as you hissed in pain. But it wasn’t from the buzzing object, it was from the painful ache in your core as Nat stretched you out.
“Don’t worry, the pain will go away soon, little one.” She squeezed your lower cheeks, teasing her thumb near your tightest hole and causing you to bite your lip.
“No bitting, Mommy wants to kiss those sweet lips.” She groaned as her mouth collided with yours once again, her tongue making an appearance against yours.
“Mm, why don’t you give my partner here a little peck, hm? I bet she’s just dying to touch you.” The pen came to a stop for a quick moment, her hooded glances now being returned by you. You let her lean close, chuckling at the nervous glances she sent towards Nat.
“It’s okay, it’s just a little kiss.” The two of you whimpered as you came in contact, and her free hand grasped your thigh suddenly. She massaged the skin and caused you to rock your hips further, bringing Nat’s length to your g-spot that cried for attention.
“Mommy!” You screamed against Wanda’s lips, and she couldn’t help the fingers that trailed to your aching clit. Your hands groped your breasts until Nat guided them away, leading you to lower her top and suck on her hardened nipples. Wanda now lacked your lips, and she could’ve cried out because of it.
“Nat, you aren’t being fair.”
“Shh, get back to work and let me play with this one, I’m having too much fun with them.”
You weren’t given a warning when the buzzing stopped, nor were you informed when her drops of cum filled your cunt. You gasped in shock, placing your hand on your stomach and feeling the area. Your womb was now painted with her liquid, and your release coated her cock deliciously. She smirked, patting your back and letting you stand, which you failed to do easily. Wanda gave you one last glance before returning to the back.
“So, if you ever need another tattoo, call me.” She handed you a note with her number scribbled on it. “I’ll even give you a discount for being such a good customer.”
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nattyromanoffs · 4 months
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I have this multiple chapter fic idea about reader and natty who are in a 2 year long relationship when reader gets abducted and tortured for information for multiple months by hydra before Nat and the team find her. And each chapter is about different things when reader gets back. reader is obviously a mess and it takes time for her to warm back up to Nat and the team and Nat is so patient. first time sleeping in the same bed again, first time kissing again, having sex again, flashbacks on what Nat and reader went through during readers time with hydra…but I dunno if anyone would read it 😂 I might write it anyway
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tonystark-official · 3 months
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Tony, Nat said I’m grounded
does your opinion override hers?
because I promise I didn’t do anything this time.
Technically, it would, but I would also like to wake up tomorrow. So no. You're grounded.
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drghostwrite · 9 months
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You’re Not Alone…
Okay so I was gonna wait to write the Natasha x reader but I saw a quote and it made me think of her so here it is
Quote: “she looked my demons in the eye and smiled, she fell for the very thing I thought she’d fear”
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary: Natasha and Y/N fell for each other but what happens when your past comes back to haunt you, can she handle it or will it break what you worked so hard to build. Also sticking with the female super soldier storyline.
******************************************************** Your heart was beating fast, your breathing heavy, but you kept running. Every muscle in your body screamed for you to stop, to give up but you couldn’t, branches and thorns pulled at your clothing, ripping through your skin, the gash in your side oozed blood as you ran. You watched as bullets embedded in the trees around you sending wood splintering into your path, you ducked and then jumped a log continuing to run, you turned back seeing the lights coming and before you turned around you stepped over the ledge sending you tumbling down the hill, you laid at the bottom feeling the blood running, you willed your muscles to move to get up, anything, but they stayed put.
“Over here!” You heard one yell. You heard boots crunching the leaves and branches, you squinted as a light was shined in your eyes, one of the other female agents squatted down next to you.
“Oh sweetheart, you really thought you could get away, after Rogers and Barnes we know what to expect and love you might be twice as strong as them but we planned for that.” She held you by the collar of your jacket and studied the disdain and pain in your eyes. “Looks like the Huntress isn’t as good as she thought.” She chuckled and you let out a sob.
“Don’t worry love this won’t hurt too much, or maybe it will who knows.” You watched unflinching, unable to move as her fist came across your face, everything blacked out as she knocked you out cold.
You shot up into a sitting position on the bed the blankets falling around you, your grey ribbed tank showed off the cold sweats and your heavy breathing. You jumped as Natasha reached a hand up running it soothingly up and down your back.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing it was just a dream.”
“Another one?” She asked concerned, this wasn’t the first time you’ve woken up in a panic and most times it was the same dream, the female scientist from hydra and you weren’t ever able to escape.
Natasha sat up leaning on you, she wrapped an arm around your back and laid the other across you lap placing a kiss to your neck and then placing her chin on your shoulder. You sat there and sobbed, “Nat I can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what baby?”
“The dreams, the sleepless nights, I need closure and you don’t deserve this, you deserve to be loved and spend your days being loved not here like this.”
“Y/N.”
“No you don’t deserve someone like me all this trauma I carry, you’ve had to go through enough on your own.”
“Y/N Romanoff, look at me,” she looked into your reddened eyes and tear stained face with a gentle forgiving smile, “if I ever would’ve second guessed your love for me or that this would work I never would’ve asked you to marry me, I knew I wasn’t just marrying the smart, witty, funny and drop dead gorgeous super soldier, I know a lot of what Bucky went through and even what I went through, I understood that there would be things there but never once did that scare me.”
You looked back into her eyes as she pulled you into a kiss her hand gently on your cheek, her thumb swiping away tears. “I want you to remember who put that ring on your finger.”
“Natasha,” you said leaning your forehead on hers and letting the tears fall. “What did I do to deserve a woman like you.”
“Baby, you deserve so much more than just me.” You pulled her into another kiss, there was nothing behind it no alterior motives, no cheesy or sexy intent, just love, pure love.
You laid back down and she wrapped herself around you, she made sure that you felt secure and that’s how you fell asleep laying in the arms of the woman you love.
You woke up in the morning to light leaking through the windows but Natasha wasnt sleeping next to you, you got up and did your morning routine and when you went to grab your coffee before heading out to train the recruits you found a note on to the coffee pot.
Hey beautiful good morning, I’m gonna be working with some of the recruits today but I was hoping that maybe we could meet in your office later around dinner.
You smiled and grabbed your things, after a tiring day you made your way down to your office, it was actually really spacious and you had it decorated, pictures of the avengers hung on the wall of you with various other friends (Wanda, Tony & Peter, Steve & Bucky), some classes of recruits that you helped train and there were a ton of pictures of you and Natasha with friends, or even the two of you, found around you desk. You heard a knock on you door and watched as your wife slipped in a case file tucked under her arm, you stood and greeted her with a quick kiss to the lips.
“So how’d today go?” You asked her, as you both sat down together on you couch, she propped her legs over your lap.
“Well these recruits were feeling testy today.”
“I’m sure you gave them hell though.”
“Oh you better believe it.” You both laughed, she never tolerated disrespect especially if it was someone inexperienced and that didn’t know what they were doing.
“I also did some digging.”she motioned to the case file she had.
“Oh?” She handed you the file and you accepted flipping open the first page, you stopped breathing a knot forming in your throat, you looked at the picture clipped on the front page, it was the female hydra scientist from your dream.
“Natasha, what is this?”you looked at her for an explanation.
“I went back through some old case files from hydra and found this, your name is mentioned or at least your alias of the huntress. Turns out that is doctor Quinn Alexander she was known for engineering and even won awards, after she went missing though and turns out she’s the one who created your formula, the first person to make a female super soldier, she made you twice as strong as Steve and Bucky essentially making you a super, super soldier. Her research showed that her main purpose was to see if she could A. Create you and B. To see if she could breed you with another soldier creating a superhuman race, but it didn’t work because Bucky escaped and then she was killed... I thought you might need some more closure so it’s all right there in that file whether you want it or not.”
“Nat thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me.”
“Baby I know exactly what this means, I didn’t have someone to do that for me and I had to go through it alone. But you’re not alone, I’m here to help you fight these demons even if that means sleepless nights.”
Tears rolled down both of your cheeks and you leaned forward kissing her, that was the moment you knew you made the right choice you had married the right one. She was never going to let you fight alone and you will do the same for her.
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archivomeow · 5 months
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Yelena & Natasha in Black Widow (2021)
— give credits please!
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wandanatsbaby · 1 year
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Can you please write one where shy reader likes both Natasha and Yelena but she tries to spend equal time with both of them and one day Natasha yells that the reader is the most useless Avenger because she's too sensitive and clingy and that her powers of talking to animals would NEVER come in handy so she doesn't understand why she is one, not knowing that reader had come in with gifts for everyone. Reader ends up running to her room and crying, dropping the gifts she got for everyone and going into littlespace without knowing. Yelena heard the door slam and goes to check on her and she stays with reader holding her close as she cries. She ends up telling Yelena what Natasha said while talking all cute like and Yelena puts her thumb in readers mouth and reader sucks on it until she falls asleep.
Everyone immediately goes silent when they hear reader running to her room and decide to just go to their own rooms for the night.
The next day reader asks Yelena to help her give gifts out while avoiding Natasha and Yelena agrees. Everyone is really nice and friendly but reader starts going back to being shy. She got Wanda a cookbook since she loves cooking, a vest for Yelena, got a cool pair of sunglasses made for Tony, got Thor a puppy, Carol a cat, Steve a sweater, Bruce a book about science, a gift card to an archery store for Clint since she doesn't know him beyond bow and arrows, and got Natasha custom and handmade knives.
Reader goes back to her room after everyone thanks her and Yelena goes to work out. Reader ends up staying in her room sobbing
She ends up going into littlespace the entire day by the time Yelena brings her breakfast. Natasha feels bad for what she said and goes to apologize but Yelena grabs her gift and leaves the room going off on her sister and throwing the gift that reader got Natasha.
Reader in littlespace is six (or whatever age you feel comfortable writing) years old and Yelena becomes her caregiver.
When out of littlespace reader no longer likes Natasha romantically and instead hangs out with Yelena more but is nervous because she's not sure of Yelena's sexuality or if she is into dating so reader avoids it until she ends up breaking down in front of Wanda and telling her she's scared to tell Yelena how she feels about her but Yelena ends up hearing it and her and reader end up together?
One Broken Heart Leads to Love
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Past). Yelena Belova x reader. Wanda maximoff x reader (platonic)
Warnings: Mention of the human shield. Being called useless.
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You walked into the compound excited as you held a bunch of gifts in your hands for everyone. Getting out of the elevator you basically skipped to the living area where everyone was seated. 
“Are you serious? Stark her only power is talking to animals, how is that supposed to help us with anything?” You heard a voice of Natasha say. Your skips came to a halt as you stood not far away from the rest but far back enough that they would not notice you. 
“Natasha, don't you think you're being a little harsh? She’s a sweet girl. And she-”
“Too harsh? Steve, you’ve seen her on missions. She's too sensitive. She is useless. Why do we still keep her around?” You felt frozen for a moment. Not wanting to believe what Natasha had just said. Sure your powers weren’t the most powerful but you still tried your best. You helped them in any way you could. Yeah, you were no trained assassin but you were still capable of fighting and protecting.
Dropping the gifts with a thud you quickly ran to your room and slammed the door not wanting to face anyone. While the avengers in the other room looked sadly at where you had previously been. Steve stood up and grabbed the gifts while setting them off to the side before deciding before walking to his room like the rest.
A slam was heard by Yelena before sobs filled her ears. Quickly standing up she grabbed one of her hoodies and raced to your room. Upon entering she saw you curled into yourself on the bed holding a stuffed bear to your chest. The same one she had won you at the fair a couple of months ago.
“Y/n? Is it okay if I come near you?” She asked. Watching you nod she sat beside you before falling back when you launched yourself into her arms. She softly stroked your back as she heard you babbling out words she didn’t quite understand. 
It took hours for you to calm down fully but when you did she quickly helped you change into her hood and a pair of shorts while laying you down in bed and turning on some cartoons.
“Y/n what happened?” she spoke softly while rubbing your back.
“Tasha say tat I usles.” Sniffling you buried your head in her neck and took her thumb and softly sucked on it. within seconds it seemed like you were out. 
Yelena sat staring at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what her sister had said to you. Why would she ever say such a thing? Your powers were amazing and even if they weren’t much help sometimes you still made up for it. You kept the team from falling apart, you kept everyone smiling, and most importantly she loved you. 
The next day you woke up to Yelena beside you. With a small smile, you made your way to the bathroom where you brushed your teeth and hair before changing. By then Yelena was already up and had her morning routine done.
“Lena, will you help me give everyone their gifts please?” You spoke quietly which made her frown but quickly smiled.
“Of course”
Walking downstairs seemed like it took forever. Yelena made sure everyone but Natasha was in the living area before sitting down with them as you grabbed each individual box (plus two that you had hidden away with air holes in them) and sat them in front of their respective person.
Thor and Carol were the first to open their gifts and each of them was in tears as thor had gotten a puppy and carol got a kitten. They each thanked you before walking out to buy their little friends some stuff. 
Wanda was next to open her gift and smiled brightly at the cookbook you had gotten her. She softly and gently kissed your forehead and thanked you before grabbing visions' hand and pulling him away as he looked fondly at the history book you had gotten him. 
Steve and Tony were next. Tony laughed at the sunglasses you had gotten him saying that he would wear them everywhere. Steve was quick to put on the sweater you had gotten him and did a little dance causing you to laugh a little. 
Clint had already opened his gift and was quick to go buy a certain bow he wanted before it sold out. You had given Bruce his last night and he thanked you with a tight smile before going back to his work.
Yelena was the last to open her gift besides Natasha. She looked like a kid at Christmas when she opened it and it seemed like her eyes sparkled as she put the vest on and inspected the many pockets. She gave you a tight hug and lots of thanks before she was called by steve to go train.
“Are you going to be alright? Would you like me to stay with you?” She asked.
“I'm alright Lena. Go ahead.” She nodded before walking off. Your smile quickly fell and you made your way back to your room where you turned back on cartoons and let the tears fall.
A couple of hours later you hear a knock on the door before Yelena walks in with a plate of bacon and bear-shaped pancakes. You giggled happily as she set them down on the desk and then picked you up spinning you around before setting you down. 
As you were eating the food you heard another knock. You looked up at Yelena as she walked to the door.
“What are you doing here.” She spoke with venom before shoving the person back and closing the door. All you could hear were muffled voices. Trying to ignore it you went back to your food and cartoons.
“I came to apologize Yelena. Now can you please move?” Natasha said with a sigh as she tried pushing past her sister.
“No! You may not apologize. You hurt her сука. Now leave her alone.” Yelena goes to walk away before she remembers something. “Before I forget she wanted you to have this. For some reason.” Yelena throws the gift at Natasha before walking back into the room.
Natasha holds the small gift in her hand as she stares at the door. Gently opening it her eyes water as she opens it to reveal a custom knife set with her logo on it and her name engraved.
Months passed and slowly you started falling more and more in love with Yelena. While also avoiding Natasha at all costs. Through this though you developed a strong friendship with Wanda. She taught you how to cook a lot which you both loved. You even had movie nights every Friday. 
“Wands?” You called into her room while sniffling. Wanda quickly asked vision to leave and brought you into the room and onto her bed while hugging you.
“What's wrong? What happened?” Wanda was very protective over you. She saw you as her little sister. She already had one sibling die she’d be damned if something happened to you.
“I'm in love with Yelena.” Wanda couldn't help herself and laughed as you said this causing you to shrink away from her.
“Oh no, I'm sorry y/n it's just that everybody knows you are in love with her.” You stared at her in shock and gasped.
“How?”
“Y/n you look at her like she hung the stars. You smile brighter when she's around. And sometimes it's like your eyes have little hearts in them every time you look at her.” She says while you huff.
“What if she doesn’t like me like that? What if she only sees me as a friend.” 
“Well, i-” Wanda was cut off by another voice.
“I do love you. So much. And I am so glad to hear you say you feel the same.” You both stared at Yelena a little startled.
 From then on you and Yelena become a couple. And she becomes your caregiver. Always there for you and protecting you. Natasha tried to apologize many times but each time wanda or Yelena was there to make her go away.
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